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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M
  Fandom:
      Gravity_Falls
  Relationship:
      Bill_Cipher/Dipper_Pines, Bill_Cipher/_Dipper's_Mother-Implied
      relationship
  Character:
      Bill_Cipher, Dipper_Pines
  Additional Tags:
      SHIELD_YOUR_EYES_YOUNG_ONES, this_is_smut, Pure_Smut, Dipper's_mom_has_a
      hot_boyfriend, Dipper_is_in_love_with_him, I_think_you_know_where_this
      goes, Daddy_Kink, as_in_the_word_'daddy'_is_used_in_a_sexual_manner!!,
      bwomp_bwomp_tag_additions_that_I_forgot_to_mention, Lots_of_Angst, this
      is_a_slow_going_story_of_pain, Betrayal, and_of_course_love!, (and_the
      occasional_smut...), (...okay_a_lot_of_smut...)
  Series:
      Part 1 of Forbidden_Love_Is_the_Best_Kind
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-05-24 Updated: 2018-02-17 Chapters: 10/? Words: 45360
****** Mom's Boyfriend ******
by Paidendryl
Summary
     He didn’t know when it had begun. Those feelings for him. But
     somewhere along the line, he had become immersed with a strong desire
     for his mom’s boyfriend, Bill Cipher. Their parents had gotten a
     divorce long ago when he was only fourteen, two years later and his
     mom had come home with a new man. A man that had Dipper’s heart
     stopping the moment he heard his deep, resonating voice and saw his
     tanned skin and heart shaped face for the first time.
***** Chapter 1 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
He didn’t know when it had begun. Those feelings for him. But somewhere along
the line, he had become immersed with a strong desire for his mom’s boyfriend,
Bill Cipher. Their parents had gotten a divorce long ago when he was only
fourteen, two years later and his mom had come home with a new man. A man that
had Dipper’s heart stopping the moment he heard his deep, resonating voice and
saw his tanned skin and heart shaped face for the first time.
He wasn’t anything special, except to him-and begrudgingly so, his mom-he was.
He couldn’t tell if it was the way his golden brown dipped hair styled and
curled to the right, masking his right eye and leaving his left to be exposed.
Or the way his eyes’ soft caramel color turned to a warm honey glaze in the
light, seeming to be filled with all the knowledge of the world and other
miscellaneous desires that beguiled his intent. And whenever that single,
beautiful eye landed on him, it caused a strange curling sensation in his gut
to rise up and send a shiver throughout his entire body. But maybe it was that
smirked smile he always flashed him, a smile that seemed to tease and pull at
his heartstrings, keeping him awake at all hours of the night and yearning for
those, warm and lean arms to wrap around him and hold him close. Maybe it was
his scent? A deep musk that seemed earthy, yet at the same time rich with
manliness and sweetness. An interesting smell, but still attracting and
comforting all the same.
Whatever it was, it had Dipper’s heart and mind swimming. It was sick, he knew
it. To want someone that was at least a good twenty years older than him was
not something a sixteen year old like him should want. But then again, what
kind of teenager didn’t at least fantasize once about doing it with someone
attractive and older? He snorted at the thought, most likely he was the only
one.
He was currently sitting at the kitchen table, snacking on some crackers and
cheese dip. Not an ideal snack, but he had weirder things before. His mind was
elsewhere, vaguely paying attention to the voices from the TV coming from
living room. His mom was out and it was just him, Bill and his sister, Mabel.
Bill had moved in a little over a month ago, much to Dipper and his sister’s
enjoyment. Mabel had grown fond of Bill, chatting excitedly with him over
random things as she knitted or made glittery projects and Bill went along with
it, encouraging her to be her weird normal self. Bill always did that, he
always gave them encouragement when he knew they needed it, granted the man
could be a bit narcissistic and imprudent. But, working past that, he was an
overall great guy. Dipper could see why his mother loved him for it.
A dark feeling made itself known in the pit of his stomach at the thought, the
little green monster of jealousy had become a friend of Dipper’s since his
developing crush on Bill. Dipper bit down rather harshly on his cheese dipped
cracker, sending crumbs spiraling to the table’s surface. Dipper knew his mom
was lucky to have met Bill first, to have gotten the chance to steal his heart
and have him all to herself. It was unfair, unjust, to have the one being he
wanted so close, had to be so far and out of reach. He swallowed, feeling the
lump forming in his throat at the thought of never experiencing his own romance
with Bill, granted it was so taboo and cliché.
“Hey, what’s with the tears, kid?” A voice piped up.
Dipper hadn’t noticed his eyes had gone blurry or that he was crying until
someone had pointed it out. He started at the voice, nearly choking on the
cracker pieces in his mouth. Bill quickly went over, patting Dipper gently, yet
firmly. The touch was like static against Dipper’s skin and he squirmed to move
away, eyes watering again as Bill held on to him to keep him from falling.
“Hey! Pine Tree, stop it,” The man snapped, but it was too late. Coughing and
struggling against Bill’s arms that were holding him, Dipper fell off his
chair, crashing to the ground on his back and taking an unprepared Bill with
him. The chair fell down also, landing just beside their entangled legs. Dipper
tensed and blushed darkly as he felt Bill move above him.
Oh god, the boy thought, he’s right there.
Brown met caramel as the two looked at each other. Dipper’s face was scrunched
up with fear, anticipation, and want. Bill was there, he was here. Above him.
Around him. His scent was intoxicating and sent Dipper’s body aflame. It was a
moment before Bill snapped back to attention and he aimed to get up, moving his
legs so that they were either side of Dipper in an almost straddle-like
formation. The movement sent the teen into a panic and without thinking he
reached his hands up to pull at Bill’s dark, golden button on shirt. The older
man paused, eyes searching Dipper’s for a moment. Dipper let out a small
breath, letting go cautiously with one hand before shakily reaching up to
gently graze his fingertips against Bill’s right cheek. The contact made the
older release a puff of air and Dipper’s hand went to fully rest against the
warm, flawless skin. The air was still around them, and for a brief moment,
Dipper felt connected to Bill. His heart skipped a beat and he realized that
Bill was leaning forward. Eyes slowly closing and his beating wildly against
his chest, he waited with eager anticipation for the moment their lips would
touch. But just as Bill’s lips had brushed against Dipper’s, a shout from the
other room broke it.
“Hey, Bill! The show’s on! Where are the drinks?”
The sound of Mabel’s voice was enough to break the spell woven around the room.
Bill’s eyes snapped to attention and he jumped back, scooting away from the
slightly dazed teen. Dipper’s body felt cold and he realized it was because
Bill was no longer above him. The only thing left was the slowly fading scent
of the man as he stood up. Dipper got up, eyes and head following Bill’s
movements as he walked to the fridge to get the drinks and then headed over to
the archway that led out to the living room.
“We’ll talk about this later, Pine tree.”
That was all he got as Bill walked out, leaving behind the anxious teenager.
Dipper released the breath he had been holding and placed his hand over his
heart. It was beating wildly. He looked back to the doorway then to the floor
he was at. He swallowed, that was the only time he was able to have the man so
close to him and they had almost kissed. He felt his heart soar at the tingle
sensation of Bill’s lips brushing against his own. Then he felt a deep shame
fill him and he stood, fixing the chair and ignoring the mess of crackers he
made. He left the kitchen, pausing as he stood at a crossroads. Bill was over
with Mabel in the living room, his voice sounded cheery as ever and he seemed
to have gotten over the small moment. That made Dipper’s heart clench painfully
and placed a hand over his mouth as a broken sound threatened to surface. He
turned away from the living room and quietly made his way to the front door. He
opted on leaving behind a note, but honestly, he was too much of a mess to even
do that. Screw it, he thought as he opened the front door and walked out into
the warm evening sunshine. He closed the door and took off, running as fast as
his legs would carry him, down the sidewalk of his neighbor, past the small
wooden bridge that led to the shallow creek near their home, and into the
luscious forest of various different trees. Tears blurred his vision and he
felt sick all over. He was sick.
He was messed up.
He was disgusting.
His last thought was what broke him and he tripped over his feet, falling head
first to the ground and skidding forward, scraping his hands and face along the
twigs and rocks laid about the forest floor. Sobs tore through him, making his
body hiccup as he laid there, crumpled and dirty.
God, why was he so gross? Bill probably thought of him as a repulsive person
now. The moment from earlier replayed in his head and a strangled noise left
him and he knew that Bill knew. How could one not know? Moments like those just
didn’t happen. He knew that when he went back, Bill would hold that face of
knowing. Knowing that his mother’s son was in love with him. Knowing that he
was hitting on him. God he was a mess.
When he was all teared out, Dipper just stayed where he was; curled up on the
forest floor, his body hiccupping from the weak sobs he held back, and his
hands and body burning slightly from his nasty fall. He slowly turned over onto
his back and he stared up at the forest sky. The trees above him swayed softly
with the wind and he noticed that the sky was slowly growing darker. His mother
was most likely back at home, cooking dinner and waiting for him to show. He
didn’t want to go yet, he wasn’t ready for what may occur once he got there. So
he just stayed there, listening to the sound of his breathing.
He closed his eyes and imagined hearing the sound of footsteps, the sound of
Bill’s footsteps to be exact. The soft crunching of the leaves and twigs as he
moved over to where he was. Dipper sighed, he imagined the ghostlike touch of
Bill’s fingers against his cheek, slowly sliding their way downwards and
grasping his chin gently. He tilted his back slightly, fantasizing of the man’s
soft lips pressed to his. He opened his eyes, heart sinking as he saw nothing
but the sky. It was darker than before and Dipper let out a small curse under
his breath.
He scrambled up this feet, dusting himself off and getting leaves and such out
of his hair. He wiped his face, taking in deep breaths to get himself back to
normal. After preparing himself, he began running back. His mom was no doubt
worried sick about him. He pulled his phone from his pocket and noticed that he
had ten missed calls and a dozen messages from his mom and Mabel. And, much to
his pleasure and surprise, Bill.
Arriving home was a lot scarier than Dipper imagined. The anxiousness from
earlier returned and he wondered if he should just leave now and return
tomorrow. But he knew it wouldn’t be fair to his mom or sister. So, with a
shaky breath, he turned the handle to the door and opened it. He was greeted
with a flurry of a delicious scent of lasagna and worried voices.
“Mom? Mabel?” He called, pretending he just got back from something and hadn’t
heard them. Several things clattered and chairs noisily scooted back.
“Dipper?” The soft call of his mother made him smile and he walked forward,
barely able to make a reply as arms encased him into a tight embrace. His
mother’s sweet apple scent met his nose and he hugged her back, chuckling a
little.
“Mom, I wasn’t gone thatlong,” He said. His mother shushed him gently.
“Oh hush, you were gone long enough,” She replied back before pulling away
slowly, “Where did you go? Why didn’t you leave a note?” She asked. Dipper
paused for a moment, seeing his sister in the background along with Bill. The
man’s face was unreadable, and he stared at Dipper with an undefinable gaze,
causing the teen’s heart to speed up.
“I…I had to go check one of my traps.”
A sigh of relief came from his mother and she chuckled. She shook her head, her
brown doe eyes looking at Dipper’s, “Silly boy, should’ve left me a note,” She
said with a motherly tone, “I made lasagna, wanna come eat with us?” Dipper
swallowed and shook his head.
“Nah, I have something I need to recheck. One of my equations turned out to be
wrong, so I gotta repair that damage ASAP,” He said, saying the letters as a-
sap instead of individually, before turning around and running up the stairs.
His heart kept racing as he ran up the steps two at a time. He knew Bill was
staring at him the entire time and that alone made him feel a rush of
something. He made it to his room and entered it, closing the door behind him.
He had left his desk lamp on, the light giving his room a dim glow. His room
was tidy, with the occasional dirty shirt tossed about. The only thing in
mishap other than that was his bed and that was because he was too lazy to fix
it. With a heavy sigh, he removed his shoes and flopped down along the
comfortable object, giving in to defeat before a knock interrupted his dark
thoughts. He frowned and got up, feet sliding against the carpet as he lazily
went to open the door slightly. His eyes widened upon making contact with
Bill’s and he struggled with words.
“Can we talk?” It came out faster than he could even say a word. Dipper stared
for another moment or two before nodding, opening his door a little wider and
letting Bill inside. Bill looked around before moving to sit on the bed. Dipper
closed his bedroom door and then went to sit down a short distance away from
him. There was an awkward tension in the room, and Dipper wondered if he should
go first. But it seemed Bill had other plans.
“So, care to tell me something?” The man asked. Dipper started, unsure of what
that was supposed to mean.
“P-pardon?” He asked. Bill swung a leg over his knee and he frowned at Dipper.
“I know, Pine Tree,” he said, “I know about your secret little crush on me and
while I’m flattered, you know it can’t happened.”
Ah, so straight to the point. Maybe he could lie his way out?
“W-what crush?” Dipper said, heart aching, “What happened earlier was a…a spur
of the moment thing.”
“Is that so?” Bill said, “So it meant nothing, right?” That stung. Greatly.
“Yup.”
“Well that’s good, you had me worried there for a second. I mean, could you
imagine all the inane problems that could occur? Here I thought I was going to
have let you down gen-”
His words struck a chord in Dipper and he glared at the other, “I knowwhat you
came to do and you don’t have to!” Dipper interrupted him, anger flaring
upwards, “I don’t need you to be letting me down gently, and I don’t need any
of this bull shit! I already know that what I have for you isn’t healthy. I
know that!”
Bill paused, a knowing look in his one visible eye, “Oh, so you do have
something for me,” He purred. Dipper paused, turning bright red as he realized
his mistake. He groaned and covered his face with his hands, “Shame on you for
lying to me, Pine Tree.”
“Just shut up and leave me alone,” he bit out, “I’m not going to talk about
this with you.”
It went quiet and for a moment Dipper thought Bill was going to leave when he
heard him moving. He lifted his head up and squeaked at how close the man
suddenly was towards him. Dipper’s face grew hot and his blood began to race, a
twinge of excitement growing in his gut. He bit his bottom lip out of nervous
habit and swallowed nervously. Bill’s hand flew up to his face, a single,
curved finger brushing against his blushing cheek.
“Anyone ever told you you’re a terrible liar?” Bill asked, “Or that you stink
at faking?” Dipper snorted and brushed Bill’s hand away.
“Gee thanks,” He muttered. Bill only hummed, still keeping close contact with
Dipper. The boy blinked for a moment before turning to look back at the older
man. He tilted his head slightly, a question on his tongue but he couldn’t form
it into words. He chewed on his bottom lip, kneading it between his top teeth.
What was Bill thinking? Was he disgusted with him? Probably.
“Stop biting your lip.”
It was a command that had Dipper jolting a bit. He blinked and looked up in
confusion, “What?” He asked. Bill looked away.
“You’ll ruin your lip if you keep biting it,” The man said, “Besides, you’ll
send the wrong signals to the wrong person if you keep at it.”
Dipper hadn’t expected to hear that come from the older male. A small pink tint
dusted over his cheeks and he couldn’t hold back the smile that formed on his
face. He leaned up against Bill, flashing him a teasing smile. God he smelled
amazing, “Are you saying it bothers you?” He asked. The other scoffed, but he
had tensed slightly. In fact, if Dipper hadn’t been paying attention, he
would’ve never noticed. But he was paying attention, and he did notice. And for
some reason, it encouraged him on. He knew it was wrong, he knew that the next
move he made would determine how deep the rabbit hole would go. But did he
care? No. For months he had been waiting for an opportunity. For six agonizing
months he had been hoping a moment like this would come.
“It doesn’t,” Bill grounded out after a moment.
“You hesitated.”
A groan of frustration left the man and Dipper chuckled, happy to get a
reaction like that. He waited another moment before lifting his eyes and
staring at Bill with a gaze he hoped was seductive enough, “Hey Bill~,” He
purred, biting his lip as the older man turned to face him. Bill paused, eye
trained on Dipper. The teen noticed the way it darted from his eyes to his
lips. He knew Bill was watching the way his bottom lip slowly slipped past his
teeth before he pulled it teasingly back between them and letting it slide out
once more. Bill licked his lips and a strange look filled his eyes.
“Fuck kid,” Was all that was heard when suddenly Dipper found himself falling
backwards. His back fell against the rumbled sheets of his bed and he stared up
at Bill with surprise. He was barely able to get a word in when lips were
suddenly pressed against his own. His heart stopped, his eyes widened, and his
breath was literally stolen from him. Bill was kissing him.
Bill was kissing him.
And dear lord it felt amazing.
His eyes slipped shut and his hands gripped tightly onto the collar of Bill’s
shirt. He moaned into the kiss, feeling the electricity coursing through his
very being and making him feel so alive. He could hear the fireworks whizzing
around him and booming thunderously above them. Then, it went away. The warmth
that tingled throughout his body was gone and he was left in a cold, dizzy
spell. He whined at the loss, eyes cracking open to find Bill staring at him. A
mixture of surprise and something else lingered in his eyes and he saw the way
Bill’s throat had moved when he swallowed.
“More…” Dipper pleaded, hands letting go of the soft material in favor of
sliding up behind Bill’s neck. He gently pushed Bill’s head down and the older
complied, tilting his head and taking Dipper’s lips once more. This time, there
was a different emotion pressed into it. Something akin to want and desire. He
felt Bill’s hands rest on his hips, just under his slightly lifted shirt. His
warms hands felt wonderful against his cold, pale skin. Dipper gasped as Bill’s
lips left his in favor of moving along his neck. A mixture of soft kisses and
light nips greeted his unmarred skin and the boy hissed and gasped with each
one. His fingers curled into the base of Bill’s hair, gripping it tightly as he
tilted his head back for Bill to run his tongue along his Adam’s apple.
“B-Bill,” He whined, feeling teeth sink in on a particularly sensitive spot,
“Bill.”
Hands undid the buttons of Dipper’s jeans and the boy flushed when he felt the
zipper being pulled down. That was all Bill did for now as his hands left to
slowly slide Dipper’s shirt up. The boy arched his back slightly, body moving
of its own accord as he felt Bill’s hot wet tongue glide up his torso and past
the middle of his chest. Warm fingers twisted and played with his right nipple,
making him mewl and curl his toes. Hands left Bill’s head to grasp the bed
sheets as a warm mouth took in his left nipple. He gasped, letting out small
puffs of air as Bill swirled his tongue over the body part, his teeth grazing
it. Dipper let out a small moan as the older man tugged the perc nipple between
his top and bottom teeth gently. Dipper’s hips moved against Bill, his hard
cock rubbing deliciously against the male’s knee. A low chuckle came from man
and he moved upwards to bring Dipper back into a heated kiss.
The teen was trembling with pleasure as he eagerly kissed back. His hormones
were off the charts and his mind was swimming to make a coherent thought, but
the way Bill was toying with his body, teasing him and prodding at the places
that got Dipper into a lustful mess was eating away at any sort of sanity he
had left. He felt Bill’s tongue prod at his lips and he opened unbidden. A
battle for dominance happened, their tongues swirling and pushing against each,
but it wasn’t much of a fight as Dipper was willing to surrender if it meant
receiving more touches from Bill.
“I can feel your dick pressing against me, Pine Tree,” Bill breathed, pulling
back the kiss, though they were still connect through a single string of
saliva. Dipper could only moan before Bill was kissing him fully again. The boy
groaned softly, Bill releasing his mouth and giving him enough time to speak.
“W-what are you gonna do about it?” He teased, looking up at Bill with
imploring eyes. A low growl left Bill’s lips and a startled moan left Dipper’s
as a hand cupped his hard on through his boxers. He tossed his head back, eyes
closing as he felt Bill move his hand. It was slow, so torturously slow that
Dipper thought he would cry.
“What did you want me to do about it, you naughty boy,” he purred, squeezing
Dipper’s cock lightly. The teen hissed, hips bucking upwards at the immense
pleasure, “Did you want daddy to fix it?” The name sent another jolt of
excitement through Dipper and he was full on ready to play the older man’s
game.
He nodded, a scratchy whimper leaving his lips, “P-please daddy,” he groaned,
fingers moving against the bed sheets as he grasped and tugged at them,
“Please, please daddy~!” He felt Bill’s hand start to move quicker against him
and he bit his bottom lip, breathing heavily at the sensation starting to grow
before it stopped and he cried out in despair.
“You’re biting your lip again,” Bill said, leaning up to tower over him. Dipper
stared at him with a flushed expression and a hazy, half lidded daze. Then,
lips were on his again and it suddenly clicked. Bill liked it when Dipper bit
his lip. It drove the man wild when he did. The teen felt giddy on the inside,
he had found something that struck Bill and he liked it. The hand began moving
again, pumping Dipper’s cock with such speed that the boy’s hips were moving
and sweet, muffled noises were leaving him.
“Mnf! Mnngh!” Dipper’s moans were muffled, he was close, so, so close. Bill’s
lips left his and returned to his neck, biting down just below his jugular and
sucking on the skin until it turned red. Dipper’s legs rose up and his knees
bent at Bill’s hips. His toes curled and uncurled as he was slowly rising up to
that climatic moment.
“B-Bill, Biiilll~!” The boy cried out.
“You like this Pine tree?” Bill cooed, “You like how I’m touching you even
though your mom and sister are just below us?” Dipper nodded, his mind too far
gone to even make a sentence.
“A-ah!” He moaned, “F…h-hah, hah…B-Bill-ah FUCK!” Dipper cried out wantonly,
legs squeezing against Bill as he felt himself become so close to being thrown
into that torrent of pleasure. Electricity fired through his body making him
trembled as he felt Bill stroke him for all he was worth, “B-Bill, Bill I’m
going to come!”
“Then come, Pine Tree, come for me my dirty boy,” Bill whispered in his ear.
And Dipper did. His mind became unraveled and his body became undone.
Everything became too much and his body had arched up against the older male as
he came with Bill’s name on his lips. Spasms shook through him and he was left
a panting mess when he came down from his high. Bill released the boy’s limp
cock and raised his cum covered hand to his mouth. Dipper watched with a
content gaze as Bill’s tongue licked up the white fluid.
“Hm…not too salty and just the right amount of sweet. Been drinking pineapple
juice kid?” Bill asked, and despite being spent, Dipper’s face bloomed red like
a rose. Bill chuckled and wiped off his saliva coated hand on the boy’s
comforter. Dipper didn’t care all too much, his heart was racing his body was
too exhausted to even mind. Bill leaned forward and kissed Dipper one last
time, the boy returning it slowly.
“I have to go, your mother will be looking for me,” Bill said, getting off the
bed and cleaning himself off. He clucked his tongue as he noticed the small
mess on his shirt. He began to unbutton it, Dipper watching with total
interest.
“Bill…” he licked his lips as his eyes roamed up Bill’s toned stomach and broad
chest, “Will you be back?” Bill was silent for a moment as he removed his shirt
completely and then he nodded, eyes meeting Dipper’s.
“Yeah, but later,” he said, “I’ll wake you up and I’ll treat you to something
even better than a hand. Would you like that?” Dipper nodded and felt
excitement rush through him.
“Promise?” He asked, then, as an afterthought, “Promise me, daddy?” Bill
shuddered and he turned to look at the boy, walking over to him and putting his
shirt down as he kissed him deeply again. There was an impish smile on his face
when he pulled back and turned to walk over to the door.
“Yes, my sapling,” he replied, “Daddy promises.”
And with that he left, leaving Dipper alone to bask in the aftermath of their
actions. The boy noticed Bill’s shirt lingering on the side of his bed, he
must’ve forgotten about it when he kissed him. Reaching out, Dipper gripped the
soft material in his hand and brought it to his nose. It smelled just like
Bill. He sat up slightly and put it on, the long sleeves being a tad bit baggy
on him. But he didn’t mind and with nothing more than the fading feeling of
Bill’s lips on his own and the man’s scent around him, Dipper succumbed to
sleep.
Chapter End Notes
     Don't ask...it's just some dumb idea that wouldn't leave me. I'm
     trash. I'll go into the garbage dump now.
     Haha kudos to whoever noticed where the plot dropped for a moment and
     I became a dumb-crackpot!!
     Please leave a comment or critique! (If ya want!!)
     On a side note-Finals are all of this week and part of the next,
     which is why I haven't been updating on Illumina Café. I will try to
     update that when I can. I only wrote this as a small break from my
     horrible studies. Wish me luck! Hah...hopefully with summer coming
     soon I'll be able to start updating normally (as if I ever did
     before, lol) But yeah, I'm sorry for keeping you keeps waiting on
     that! Please bear with me till then and accept my one-shots as an
     apology!!
***** Problems *****
Chapter Summary
     Smut. Pure smut.
     With problems.
     No kinks, I promise!
Chapter Notes
     Do you think Bill's a jerk? Let's find out.
     On a side note, this has been on the back burner for far too long.
     And it might be the longest chapter I've ever written in my life.
     Apologies for grammar errors!!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
It had been a week since Bill and he had made any contact with each other. A
very long and dreadful week.
It was seven long, horrible days that had Dipper tied into an endless cycle of
turmoil. What had he done wrong? Was he not good enough? Was it not pleasurable
for Bill?
Thoughts upon thoughts crept into his mind, exploding like a massive time bomb
and giving him a terrible migraine that rendered him bedridden for two whole
days. Of course this had his mother doting on him all the while; taking his
temperature, touching his forehead, making him soup, etc. But no amount of love
and care could heal him from his state of ceaseless worry.
If only he knew what went wrong!
He tossed in his bed, his phone tightly gripped in his right hand as he shifted
to make himself comfortable on his side. The screen was brought down to a dim
glow-bright lights hurt his eyes too much. Once comfortable, he let out a sigh,
burrowing his face against the pillow before looking back at the screen as a
small ding sounded. It was a message from his sister.
Wish you were here! Competitions suck btw! But hey, I won first place for my
art! Wooo!! Mom says ‘hi’ and to make sure you’re eating properly! And also
sleeping! Love ya and feel better! I’ll call ya later, Ms. Harry will scold me
if I’m late for the finals again! See ya in seven more days!!!
Her message was concluded by a spam of different smiley faces and red hearts.
Despite how confused he felt, he managed a small chuckle and enough strength to
text his sister a quick message: Great to hear from you! Tell mom ‘hi’ back for
me! Also, congrats and good luck, Mabester!
He hit the send button and let out a small puff of air as he dropped the phone
lazily and closed his eyes, curling under the blankets and nuzzling his
slightly cool pillow. It had been just him and Bill for the past five days.
Mabel had some art competition and art gallery show in Dallas so her and his
mom packed their bags and headed off, leaving just them both for two whole
weeks.
He, of course, had wished her good luck in the car as Bill drove them all to
the airport and with final hugs and goodbyes, he watched his sister disappear
off into a plane along with their mom and he was alone, with Bill. There wasn’t
really anything bad with that, not really. But Dipper wished the man would’ve
acknowledged him in some shape or form. In the car ride back home, he sat in
the front with Bill. A strong tension between them. It was so thick that
someone would need to cut it with a saw rather than a knife. The only noise
filtering in the silence was the dull play of the radio, some boring song with
a slow melody that made Dipper want to curl up into a ball and disappear. The
song related way too much with him and he was grateful when Bill had changed
the station, where another song was playing. That one was more upbeat and
happy. As Bill drove, deep honeyed eyes staring straight ahead at the road,
Dipper had spared a small glance. He watched as the man’s Adam’s apple moved as
he swallowed and the way he seemed to be gripping the steering wheel with an
almost deathlike grip. He fidgeted his fingers, looking down at his lap and he
almost bit his lip, almost. Instead, he snapped his head up, having built an
immediate confidence to clear the air and figure out just what the heck Bill
was playing at. He stared a few more seconds, opening his mouth then closing
it, as if hesitating. Bill had yet to notice the boy’s initial struggle as he
battled with nerves. Then, finally, he spoke.
“Are we gonna talk about what happened last week?” He managed. The reaction he
got was instant. Bill’s eyes had widened and he stepped on the break
immediately, sending Dipper lurching forward and making the seatbelt rip the
air out of him as it automatically locked. He fell back against his seat, his
own eyes wide as his heart thumped rapidly. Honks could be heard outside the
windows and Dipper turned to look at Bill with shock.
“Bill, what the hell?!” He cried out, voice cracking slightly in both fear and
surprise. But the man paid no heed, instead he waved a hand languidly at the
angrily drivers passing by before continuing to drive on, the tense silence
slowly returning. But Dipper was having none of that. He turned his upper body
to face Bill, his brown eyes darker and his face curled into a fixed glare,
“Well? Are we going to talk about what happened last week?” He repeated. Bill’s
eyes looked to him from the side before the man shook his head, keeping his
head forward.
“Nothing to talk about.” Came the gruff reply. Dipper’s mouth nearly dropped to
the floor of the car.
“Nothing to talk-are you shitting me right now?” He snarled, anger sparking to
life. Anger and hurt, “We have plenty to talk about, asshole!”
Silence was his response and Dipper had never wanted to slap someone so hard as
he did in that moment with Bill.
“Do you understand what we did? What Idid?” He continued, “I gave you something
I gave to no one else! I confessedto you and you did nothing to reject me!” His
voice was getting thicker, almost as if the words coming out were being forced.
His vision was getting blurry, but only for a second before he blinked the
tears away, “I’m not asking for much. Just an explanation,” he sniffed, “You
fucked me, made love to me,” he looked away, cheeks blooming red despite the
emotions running through him, “And now you won’t even touch me. Won’t even
lookat me! I spent the whole week trying to figure out why and I drove myself
bonkers for it. I even had to stay in fucking bed because of the massive
headaches I got!” He looked back at Bill, eyes cold and steely, “So tell me
why? Was I bad? Was I just your play toy for the night? A substitute for my
mom?”
Bill clicked his tongue, scoffing as he shook his head, “Like hell you were any
of that,” He muttered under his breath. As they approached the entrance to
their street, Bill spoke, “What we did last week was a huge, fucking mistake.”
Every motion in Dipper’s body froze and for a moment he forgot to breath. The
word continuously echoing in his head like a broken record.
“A…mistake…?” The teen barely managed to squeeze out, releasing the breath he
had been holding in. His heart was beating beyond normal speed and he was
positive it was going to burst from overload. And he hoped it would. He hoped
he could die on the spot right there. He wanted God to pull his soul out from
him and lock it away in a pit of darkness. But he remained alive and conscious
as Bill pulled into driveway, nodding as he did so.
“Yeah, a mistake.”
A sharp pain tore through Dipper’s heart and his body sprang into action
immediately. He unbuckled his seatbelt, not evening waiting for Bill to
properly to park the car before jumping out and breaking into a sprint. He
heard Bill call out to him faintly, but he could care less. He reached into his
pocket, pulling out his own house key. With hurried and frantic movements he
jammed the key into the lock, twisting it violently until it clicked and
without missing a beat he opened the door and ran inside, slamming it loudly
before Bill could even reach out to him.
His fingers were shaking, his eyes blurring as tears formed. His face was hot
and he felt sick, so horribly sick. His stomach gave an ungodly twist and he
ran to the bathroom at the top of the stairs. Entering it, he slammed the door,
locked it, and practically threw himself onto the toilet where he
unceremoniously puked his guts out. Garbled sobs tore through his throat as the
bile burned the back of it, tears ran down his cheeks. And if he was looking in
the mirror, Dipper knew he would look like a pitiful mess. As he managed to
stop retching, he flushed the toilet but continued to sob like a child, his
body curled along the floor.
He was a mistake.
Their actions were a mistake.
He never should’ve trusted him.
There was another sounding ding that had Dipper snapping out of his terrible
memory. He felt something wet slide down his cheek and realized it was tear.
Dear God he had started crying. Shaking the dull pain from him, he
automatically went to pick up his phone.
Thanks bro-bro! Tell Bill we said hello! Remember, you can’t stay mad at him
forever. Even if he did wreck your project or whatever.
The words glared at him from the screen and Dipper felt a deep hole fill his
heart as he read over the name. He had told Mabel his problem with Bill, well
more or less anyways. He came up with some believable lie that allowed him to
rant to his sister without being suspicious. But still, his name had his heart
skipping a small beat and deep down, Dipper knew he wouldn’t move on. Not for a
long, long,while. His finger gently ran over the words. Bill…how was Bill? He
hadn’t seen or heard from the man since their spat in the car, and Dipper would
be lying if he said he wasn’t the least bit worried and curious. Was Bill
worried about him? After all, he hadn’t made his presence known to the other at
all. In fact, the last time they saw each other was when Dipper left the
bathroom. Face red and puffy, his body and mind sore and exhausted. He hadn’t
spared the other a glanced, didn’t even reply when Bill asked him some question
about food. No, all he did was go inside his room and lock the door. He changed
into his pajamas and fell onto his bed tiredly. So, that day and since then,
Dipper Pines had been quiet and locked in a box of depression, only coming out
to eat, but even then he avoided Bill like the plague.
Sighing quietly, he pushed the sheets back, his body being exposed to the cool
air in his room. He shivered and got up, walking over to his desk where he
grabbed his jacket and put it on. Then he moved over to the door. His hand
hovered over the knob after unlocking it and he bit his lip, wondering if it
was too early to speak to Bill, or even check up on him. He figured it was no
or never and so, without another moment of hesitation, he turned the knob and
opened the door. The hallway was dark. The house was quiet, save for the
television playing softly from downstairs.
Quietly, he went down the stairs, avoiding the creaking ones with ease. The
house was the same as before, if not cleaner. He stalked forward, entering the
living room where he found a tall form sitting down. Soft snores could be heard
and Dipper knew that it meant Bill was asleep. He sighed with relief, glad the
other was still here and well. Against his better judgement, he moved towards
Bill. His mind was screaming at him to go back, that he had done what he needed
to so he could just go. But, like a moth to a flame, Dipper felt drawn to Bill.
He felt captivated and if his heart was anything to go by, he was craving for
Bill’s soft caresses.
He moved quietly and softly, coming around the couch to the front of the TV. He
stared at Bill, his head was tipped back slightly, exposing his neck a little.
His hair was messy and framed his face in a manner that Dipper would admit to
be sexy, but not out loud of course. His chest was moving up and down slowly,
legs spread apart a good distance. He was wearing his favorite golden button up
shirt, the top buttons were undone, showing a bit of his skin that had Dipper’s
gut rolling in excitement. He moved forward, moving slowly and deliberately as
he situated himself onto of Bill’s lap. He lowered himself carefully, not
making any fast pace movements, lest he wake up the other. And right now, he
wasn’t ready for that.
Once fully seated, and with Bill still out like a light-thank god for heavy
sleepers-he leaned forward, pressing his nose against Bill’s warm neck and
inhaling deeply. His senses filled with Bill and he felt whole again. His mind
swam and he swallowed thickly, Bill’s cologne was like an aphrodisiac to him.
He nuzzled his nose gently, his lips brushing against the older’s neck. He
parted his lips to deliver open mouthed kisses, earning a small sigh from the
other. He smiled slightly, his hands creeping under Bill’s untucked shirt,
feeling the smooth tanned skin underneath. The man shuddered at the light
touches and Dipper couldn’t help but feel the pain return. All he ever did was
love Bill, was that so wrong? Did Bill hate him that much?
He went back to kissing his neck, tongue trailing hotly against it before he
nipped at his skin. Bill let out a small gasped moan, his hands, which had been
resting limply on the couch surface, twitched and rose up to grip at his hips,
clutching tightly onto him.
“F-fuck…Pine Tree…” he whispered quietly, his eyes squeezing shut tightly as he
rutted slightly against Dipper. The said boy froze, however, his own eyes
staring up owlishly at the elder man. The nickname sounded through his ears
like a bullhorn and suddenly everything was better. Without even thinking, he
leaned upwards and kissed Bill like his life depended on it.
To his surprise, Bill kissed back just as hard. His hands moving along his body
and groping at it as he lost himself to the wonderful sensations of sparks
flaring to life. He pulled back, panting heavily as his head tipped back and
Bill ravished his neck with bites and harsh sucks. Dipper knew he was marking
him and that alone had him groaning and pulling at his shirt. Suddenly, the
world spun and he felt his back land on something soft. He blinked hazily, eyes
locking with catlike ones. Bill was staring at him, face flushed and breath
coming out softly. They both stared at each other for a long while, neither
knowing what to do or say. There were so many unspoken words that it was hard
for them to form.
Dipper ended up looking away out of fear and shyness, and his bottom lip had
somehow found its way under his top teeth. That alone had Bill caving in and
next thing he knew it, lips were on him again and their hands were moving along
each other’s body, feeling all the dips and grooves along them that they hadn’t
felt in what felt like an eternity.
Dipper moved his lips feverishly along with Bill’s, his hips gyrating upwards
against the man’s, releasing muffled moans that the other drank up.
“…missed this…missed you…” came the sultry whispers from Bill as he moved past
Dipper’s lips to jawline and working his way down. He nipped underneath his
chin where his neck met the underside of his jaw. Dipper gasped and clawed at
Bill’s back from above the fabric of his shirt. His head leaned back, exposing
more of his skin for Bill as he urgently moved his hands to the front of Bill’s
shirt and unbuttoning it.
He knew they shouldn’t be doing this, he knew he would get hurt again, but as
Bill had said for him; he missed this. He craved for this like a drug.
Emotional pain be damned for the moment, all he wanted was to have Bill to
himself.
And just like that, he lost himself. The words they should’ve said to clear the
elephant out of the room were forgotten and went unheard. All that mattered was
the way Bill was licking at his lips, his tongue darting over his own as they
were locked into an intense lip-locking session.
Soon clothes were off, ripped apart as the desperation for skin to skin contact
built up. Dipper parted away, eyes aglow with lust as he ran his eyes over
Bill’s lean and supple body. He licked his hips, hands moving up along Bill’s
chest before moving back so that Bill could lift his own shirt-when his jacket
had left his body, he had no clue, but he could care less. The moment his shirt
was off, it was tossed aside with reckless abandon and immediately his chest
was assaulted. Bill ran his tongue down from his collarbone to the middle of
his chest, which was rising and falling quickly as he lost control of his
breathing. Bill’s caramel eyes stared up at him, the light from the TV giving
them a mischievous twinkle. The teen arched his back and released a loud,
wanton moan as Bill ran his tongue over his right nipple, his left one being
teased by cold fingers. Bill grazed his teeth over it, tugging it lightly and
swirling his tongue around it. Jolts of pleasure shot through Dipper, and each
one had him moving against Bill.
“B-Bill…n-ngh,” he whimpered, as Bill delivered the same treatment to his left
one, “P-please, please…st-sto-ah, ah, ah!” He cried out, hands grasping at
nothing as they clenched into fists along the couch, his head tossing back and
back arching beautifully as Bill’s free hand moved down to cup his hard cock
through the thin fabric of his boxers-again, he had no clue when the other had
removed his pants-and began to stroke it to an invisible rhythm.
The man smiled down at the boy, licking his already shiny lips as he slowed his
pace, twisting his wrist slightly every time his hand stroked up. Dipper was
writhing beneath him, turning into a gorgeous mess of want. His hips bucked
upwards in time with Bill’s hand and long, and unbashful moans left his lips
with no falter.
Bill leaned down, licking the shell of Dipper’s ear and making the boy let out
a small keening whine, “I love touching your body like this,” he whispered, hot
breath ghosting across the teen’s ear, “Seeing you get this hot and bothered is
incredible.”
The words had Dipper shutting his eyes tightly and his hands flying up to wrap
around Bill’s neck, wanting the man to be closer to him, “Gnh-hah, hah,” the
boy panted, “S-stop t-talking like th-that…” he groaned out, “Y-you’ll make
me-,” He gasped sharply, words long forgotten as Bill stopped. He brought his
hand up and licked at the pre-cum that had seeped through his boxers. He
smirked, pulling off of Dipper and removing the rest of their clothing until
they were stark naked. Dipper stared at Bill, practically drooling at the
delicious sight of him. Bill’s eyes lit up knowingly and he moved back, resting
his mid-back against the armrest of the sofa.
“Come here,” he purred out, index finger moving in a come hither motion. Dipper
sat up, obeying Bill’s orders as he got on all fours and crawled over towards
him. He sat himself on top of Bill’s abdomen, humming softly as he felt Bill’s
cock pressing between his cheeks. He shuddered, the feeling of Bill being
inside him making him feel all hot again. Bill chuckled under his breath, hands
resting on Dipper’s hips before slowly moving up his sides and over his chest,
making the boy gasp softly. His own hands were resting against Bill’s chest and
his butt was moving back against Bill, making the older man hiss at the
sensation.
“Bill, please,” Dipper mewled. Bill grinned seductively, making Dipper shiver
against his hands.
“Eager are we?” The man teased, tweaking Dipper’s nipples with both hands. The
boy arched his back, crying out, “Tell me, Pine Tree, what do you want?”
“Nnngh…Bill,” he rasped, eyes staring down at the man as he tried to last,
“Please! I-I want you! I n-need you!”
Bill hummed, pinching his nipples just right, “Not good enough,” he chortled.
Dipper whimpered again, his stub for nails digging into Bill’s chest and making
the grin hiss in delight. It was clear what the man wanted for him to do, and
damn it if Dipper wasn’t willing. He had gone for so long without feeling Bill
that all this sensitivity was just so overwhelming. He was surprised he even
lasted long. With nothing left to lose and his mind to far gone to give a hoot,
he caved in and did as the other wanted.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”He moaned out, the teasing of Bill’s fingers and having what
he wanted so close, but so far was killing him painfully, “Damn it Bill,
please! I want you to fuck me! Fuck me till I can’t think! Fill me until all I
can feel is you! Please! I need you! I n-need you t-to!” He arched his back,
eyes clenching shut as he continued to beg like a whore for the pleasure he was
being so greatly denied. Bill grinned and held up three fingers.
“Suck these,” He commanded, voice throaty and breathy. Immediately Dipper
obeyed as he felt the fingers near his mouth. He opened his eyes halfway,
staring at Bill as he sucked on his fingers, his tongue swirling around them as
he bobbed his head up and down as though he were really sucking Bill off. The
man watched the display, his arousal hitting hard as his free hand went to toy
with his own hard on. The older man groaned in gratification at the touch,
watching Dipper intently and moving his hand in time with the boy, until his
fingers were soaked and coated with saliva. He watched as a string of the boy’s
spit connected with his wet fingers before it broke and his mouth replaced his
fingers instead. Dipper moaned into the kiss, fingers lacing into Bill’s hair
as the man shifted so that he could properly align his fingers with Dipper’s
tight, puckering hole. He teased at it first, circling his entrance slowly,
coaxing the boy into relaxation before inserting his index finger. Dipper’s
breath hitched at the intrusion and he broke the kiss to steady his breathing
so that he could relax. Bill toyed with the sensitive marks on the teen’s neck
to help him as well.
Dipper shifted slightly, the feeling still foreign to him, despite having done
it before. It was a moment or two before he okayed Bill and the man began to
moving his finger, stretching him carefully. Dipper closed his eyes, forehead
resting against Bill’s shoulder as he was prepared. Once Dipper was ready for
another finger, Bill continued on, add the second digit. This time, it felt
slightly uncomfortable, but not unbearable. The uncomfortableness faded away to
nothing though as Bill began to move his finger. This time, Dipper gasped out
of pleasure, his hips moving against the man’s. His face blushed a lovely shade
of red and he let out a small cry as Bill’s middle finger brushed against a
jumble of nerves that had him seeing stars.
The man’s closed lips formed into a pleased smile and he directed his fingers
to move in only that direction. He listened to Dipper’s sharp gasps and loud
moans, the boy’s sounds was enough to have him wanting to remove his fingers
and take him again and again. Then, finally, the third finger was added and by
this time, Dipper was moaning out his name.
“F-faster,” Dipper pleaded as Bill finger fucked him. The man complied and had
Dipper tossing his head back, “O-oh, god,” He said breathily, “B-Bill, I-
I can’t-” he broke off for a moment, “…need you! Now! Please!”
Bill gave in without missing a beat. He pulled his fingers out and spit in his
hand. He covered his throbbing dick with the saliva before aligning it with
Dipper’s hole. The moment he was, he began to push in, mentally forcing himself
to hold back and not just thrust straight into the suffocating warmth that
surrounded him. Dipper sucked in quickly, fingers tightening in Bill’s golden
locks. It felt like an eternity before he was fully in and the whole world
seemed to stop, including time.
As Bill waited for Dipper to become adjusted, the two made eye contact. Brown
met caramel and for the first time that night, the two felt their hearts beat
in sync. Dipper leaned downwards and Bill leaned up towards him. Their noses
brushed against each other and their breaths mingled.
“You,” Bill began, “are so beautiful.”
Dipper blushed and smiled, his heart throbbing at the look of such adoration
coming from Bill. Without warning, he closed the gap between them and brought
Bill into a searing, passionate kiss. There was no animalistic need to it, no
hate or pure lust. This was a slow gentle kiss that was only shared between
lovers, a kiss that conveyed what couldn’t be put into words no matter how hard
they would try.
It was a kiss of apology, acceptance.
And love.
When they pulled back, Dipper was smiling like an idiot and he pecked Bill’s
lips one last time before he moved his hips, reminding the other of what they
had left to do. The older’s eyes lit up and he thrusted up, making Dipper arch
back and moan out his name like it was the holiest thing on the planet.
Their rhythm started slow and hesitantly, but then gradually built up into
confidence until they had a steady flow. Bill leaned back and watched the teen
with a sultry gaze, licking his lips as he ran a hand up his stomach to his
chest so that he could tease his hardened nipple. Dipper groaned unbitten, eyes
closing shut as he rocked his hips into with Bill’s.
“F-fuck,” he gasped, “O-oooh Biiill,” He moaned, dragging out the man’s name as
his cock hit his prostate straight on. This made Bill determined to hit the
exact same spot without fail, and he did. Each time Dipper’s moans got higher
and his mind got muddled until there was nothing left but incoherent babbling
and pleas.
“Damn, you’re so hot, kid,” Bill purred out, his hand sliding down to pump
Dipper’s weeping cock.
Dipper moaned at the feeling of being filled, he bounced up and down along
Bill’s cock, riding him as each thrust brought him closer, “Oh, fuck, faster,
please Bill, faster!” His whole body was hot and needy, wanting to be tossed
over the edge and filled with Bill’s seed.
“Shi-it,” Bill said, head tipping back as he closed his eyes and gave in to
Dipper’s command. He moved faster, harder, abusing Dipper’s jumble of nerves
with each time he made contact with it.
“Ah, hah, hah,” Dipper panted, “D-don’t stop, don’t stop,” He begged, feeling
himself getting closer, “oh please, oh please, don’t stop!”
They were both falling helpless to what their bodies and each other demanded.
The sync that had made was soon lost and passed into their desperation. Dipper
cracked one eye opened and searched for Bill’s free hand. He interlaced their
fingers together, squeezing and smiling when Bill squeezed back.
As they neared the end, Dipper tossed his head back and moaned at the top of
his lungs, crying out Bill’s name as he came, his hips bucking weakly against
Bill’s as he did so. The man beneath him watched with fascination, the reaction
amazing and awe striking as he watched him come undone all the way. Then, with
a few more thrusts of his own, he followed after off that cliff and filled
Dipper with his seed. The boy gave a weak moan before falling on top of Bill,
panting with him as they both rode off their highs.
They gave each other one last kiss, a deep one that had Dipper humming into it.
When they parted, Bill nuzzled against the boy, Dipper doing the same before
relaxing against Bill, his head on the man’s chest and listening to his steady
heartbeat.
The TV played dully in the background, not that the two were paying any
attention. Instead, they had shifted to a more comfortable position, Bill no
longer inside of Dipper. The boy closed his eyes and felt Bill brush his lips
against his forehead before sinking back against the couch and falling prey to
sleep. Dipper was the only one awake. He bleakly opened his eyes, staring up at
Bill’s perfect, face. The man looked peaceful, unlike Dipper whose euphoria was
now replaced with worry and fear. What would happen now?
Was it okay to trust Bill like this?
Their issue hadn’t really be solved and he had a bad feeling that what they had
done tonight would have dark consequences later on. That alone had his gut
filling with dread. Would Bill call this act another mistake? Especially after
what had transpired between them both. He sank back into the warmth that was
Bill and closed his eyes, willing those thoughts to go away.
Everything would be fine. Everything would be better.
Right?
Chapter End Notes
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***** Love Ends In Tears *****
Chapter Summary
     Last Chapter of Smut for a while; enjoy while you can!
Chapter Notes
     So...this is actually split up xD it got way too long. So we'll have
     to wait for Mabel and Dipper's mother to enter the picture in the
     next chapter!!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Warm lips pressed against his skin softly, sending sparks igniting through his
body. His eyelids fluttered slightly, his mind whirring to life and processing
what was happening. He let out a soft sigh as the lips teased the skin of his
neck, feeling a nose nuzzle against it. He shifted, slowly fluttering his eyes
open slowly to find Bill hovering above him, his eyes hidden by his hair. He
shivered, his fingers twitching against the soft material underneath them. He
heard a low rumble come from Bill and he found that the man was softly
chuckling, making his face bloom red all the way to the roots of his hair.
“W-what’re you laughing at?” He rasped, his voice was sluggish from sleep and
his throat was horribly sore, probably from last night, he realized, as it
must’ve been from all the loud sounds he was making. His eyes widened and his
blush grew twice the shade darker as he scrambled away from the man, “O-oh my
god! We had sex!” The teen shouted loudly, making Bill burst out laughing.
Dipper could only stare with shocked embarrassment as he watched Bill fall
backwards onto his back, grasping his sides as he laughed loudly. His eyebrows
knitted together as he stared with confusion, “Why are you laughing?! This
isn’t funny!”
Bill snorted and sat up, resting on his elbows as he stared straight at Dipper,
“Of course it’s not funny,” he said, breaking out into a grin, “It’s
hilarious!” That made Dipper bristle and he slapped the man’s leg watching as
the skin there turned red before tossing a dark glare at him. Bill lightened up
a bit and sat up all the way, shifting so that he was sitting on his knees,
“Okay, okay, it’s neither hilarious nor funny, but still…I’m impressed you had
the guts to seduce me like that,” he smiled. Dipper scoffed, arms folded across
his chest as he turned his head and stared at the nothing in particular.
“I wasn’t trying to seduce you,” he muttered. Bill’s eyebrows rose up in
surprise.
“Really?” He hummed, “Looked like that to me…”
There was a brief pause, a small waver of tension in the air that left the room
feeling awkward. Dipper chewed on the inside of his cheek, unsure of what
should be discussed. Should he try to talk about what happened, clear the air
for both of them? Or should he just let the subject stay as it was? While he
felt generally light, and not to mention happier, a part of him still felt like
it was wrong. They shouldn’t have gotten intimate so quickly, especially after
Bill had left him so broken up the first time. But what could he do now? It was
clear that if he were to bring it up and start talking about it, Bill might
shut him down like he did last time. Yet, he had to know…he had a right to know
the other’s thoughts on this matter. However, it seemed that Bill had different
plans.
When he looked up to talk, Bill was already standing and stretching. The sight
of the older’s body made Dipper’s mouth go dry and a small wave of arousal
crashed down on him, making him subconsciously close his legs and bring his
knees to his chest. Bill noticed and smirked, running a hand through his hair
and grinning slyly.
“Enjoying the view, Pine Tree?” He teased, making Dipper’s face heat up. He
tripped over his words, trying to find the proper response. Bill snickered and
bent down, taking a hold of the boy’s chin, he tilted it upwards and kissed him
deeply, watching him as Dipper’s eyes fluttered closed almost immediately and
he melted into it. Bill pulled away slowly, their lips leaving with a soft
smack. Bill licked his lips, smirking as he gently eased Dipper’s legs down and
spread them apart, settling himself down between them. His left hand wrapped
around both of them and he began moving their dicks together slowly. Dipper
sucked in sharply, eyes looking down as he watched Bill’s movements with
eagerness. His hands curled into fists at his sides, unsure of where he should
put them.
Bill couldn’t help but smile coyly, watching the boy in front of him starting
to become undone with such a small little act. He could feel Dipper’s cock
twitch to life at the teasing stimulation as purposely rolled his hips slowly.
He watched as the teen released a sharp gust of air that he had been holding in
and he chuckled to himself, leaning forward to capture his lips once more.
Dipper closed his eyes, moaning into the kiss as he tried to move his hips
along with Bill’s, but the man had moved his free hand down to pin him against
the couch, not letting him quicken the pace. He whined in protest, face
scrunching up as he pulled away from the kiss. Though he knew better than to
let this continue on, they had to stop and talk, they had to make things right
again.
“B-Bill,” he gasped, pulling himself out of the intoxicating kiss and turning
his head so the man couldn’t try and lure him back, sadly, this left the side
of his neck exposed and Bill took it as an invitation to bite and suck along a
particular area that had him closing his eyes and lifting his arms up so that
he could latch his hands onto the man’s shoulders, nails biting into the
older’s skin, “Na-hn!” He gasped out, pressing himself against Bill as much as
he could, previous thoughts long forgotten.
“God, you’re sexy,” Bill purred against his neck. Dipper bit his lip, back
arching in delight as a rush of pleasure washed over him. Bill raised an
eyebrow, amused at how aroused Dipper became from such a simple compliment,
“You like being praised?” It was a statement more than a question, but Dipper
found himself feeling embarrassed either way. He supposed he did, but who
didn’t enjoy a good praising? It wasn’t like…it was a thing of his…was it?
“You’re such a good boy, you know that?” Bill whispered hotly into his ear,
“Such a beautiful, sexy good boy.” Dipper shuddered, cracking his eyes open to
meet Bill’s. His heart was beating loudly against his chest and he wondered if
Bill could hear it. The man smirked down at him, the dim light from the sun
trying to peek from the blinds illuminating his features sharply and making his
eyes shine like pure melted gold, “Do you like when I say things like that to
you, Pine Tree?” Bill asked, almost innocently, “Does it make you feel good?”
Dipper struggled with words as Bill suddenly chose that moment to pick up his
pace. It sent his body aflame and it burned under the blonde’s touches, making
his body feel like it was on fire, with how hot and overwhelmed he was
becoming, he wouldn’t be surprised if he was.
“O-oh god, Bill,” He panted, keeping eye contact with him as his fingers
crawled up to tangle themselves inside the older’s hair. His legs rose up to
wrap around his hips, squeezing slightly to urge the other on. But it seemed
that Bill wanted an answer for his question.
“Ah, ah, ah,” Bill smiled, biting the shell of his ear and making Dipper hiss
softly, “You didn’t answer me,” he teased. Dipper frowned, letting out a small
undignified huff in exasperation.
“Bill,” He whined softly, the pressure was building up in him and he wanted the
man to move faster against him. The man shushed him by gliding his tongue down
from his ear to his Adam’s apple. He pressed open mouthed kisses there before
replacing his lips with teeth and biting down, hard enough to leave marks but
not break through skin. Dipper yelped in both pain and pleasure before he
tugged harshly on Bill’s hair, making the man grunt out and let up.
“Bill,” Dipper huffed out, trying to move his hips, but he couldn’t because for
some reason the man just wouldn’t move his damn hand! His eyes were starting to
tear up from the overstimulation and need to release; he wanted to push the man
off of him and grind against him until they were both undone.
Bill chuckled, giving a soft squeeze to their cocks and watching Dipper arch
his back, “Answer my question and I’ll give something even better,” he said,
leaning down and running his tongue over Dipper’s bottom lip before taking it
into his mouth and sucking it gently, biting down along it and making the
latter moan breathily.
“Y-yes! God yes, I-I like when you praise me!” He rushed out when Bill released
his lip and rolled his hips just right, “Please Bill, please! I want to come!
Let me come!” He begged. Bill said nothing as he unwrapped his hand much to
Dipper’s displeasure. The boy was about to say something, but barely got a word
in before Bill had suddenly thrusted inside of him.
“FU-CK!” The teen yelled loudly, voice cracking and eyes nearly rolling to the
back of his head as he tossed his head backwards, his back lifting off the
couch as he felt excitement and wonderful ecstasy shoot through him like a
rocket. Bill let out his own cry of satisfaction as he entered Dipper all the
way down to the hilt. The boy was still nicely stretched, not that much, but
enough for Bill to enter him without needing much preparation. And the pre-cum
running along his cock was enough to imitate lubrication. He still waited for
Dipper to adjust, but the boy was just as eager as he was and soon enough
started moving his hips against him, his arms wrapping tightly around his neck.
He teased him at first, pulling almost all the way out before snapping his hips
forward and hitting his sweet spot straight on. Dipper was sure he almost came
from that thrust alone, but to his surprise he didn’t. His eyes had closed
tightly together, almost to the point where he was seeing stars and he was sure
that he was going to pass out from all the sensations washing over his body.
“Mngh! F-faster,” he moaned, “Faster, faster!” And Bill was quick to comply,
losing his steady composure and thrusting in and out of Dipper with reckless
abandon.
Bill leaned forward, pressing his forehead against the teen’s as he rocked his
hips back and forth, listening to the keening moans and beautiful noises that
poured out from Dipper’s red and swollen lips. He let out a low moan, eyes
closing as he pressed kisses over the boy’s face, “God you’re amazing,” he
ground out, “Just perfect…absolutely fucking perfect!”
Dipper couldn’t hold it back anymore, the rope he felt inside him was
stretching tighter and tighter, and Bill’s words did nothing to help. If
anything, it made the rope snap and he couldn’t stop the words rushing from his
mouth, couldn’t think of how things would change as he clung to Bill tightly
and let himself go.
“I love you! I love you, Bill! O-ooh gods, I loveyou!” And with nothing more
than one final sharp cry, he came with Bill’s name on his lips.
 
It was amazing how quickly things were able to change after three little words.
At least it would’ve been if anything had changed in the first place.
After the-amazing-morning sex, Dipper and Bill had lounged on the couch
together. Their bodies were moving quickly from how erratic their breathing had
become as they slowly came down from their high. But as soon as they did, Bill
was quick to get off of Dipper. He let the boy rest a bit more, taking a random
piece of clothing on the ground to clean the mess on Dipper’s stomach. The boy
smiled tiredly at the action and sighed, allowing Bill to do what he needed
before being helped up. He leaned against the man, breathing in the scent of
sex and Bill’s natural musk. It comforted him and brought peace to him as the
man picked him up bridal style and began carrying him towards the stairs, which
he climbed and headed up. Dipper was curious for a moment as to where they were
going before soon realizing that it was probably to go clean themselves. Sure
enough he was right and Bill had set him down on his feet in front of the
bathroom.
“Go get cleaned up,” The man said gently, “I’ll have breakfast ready by the
time you’re done,” He added. Dipper tilted his head slightly and he wrapped his
arms around Bill’s neck, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips.
Pulling his lips away, he asked, “You’re not going to get cleaned up too?”
“I am,” Bill said, Dipper’s eyes flickered with genuine confusion and a small
ounce of hurt, which the man was quick to explain himself, “If I bathe with
you, you’ll only get even dirtier,” He teased playfully, giving Dipper a smile
that had the teen’s heart fluttering.
“I wouldn’t mind,” Dipper replied. Bill leaned forward and brought him into a
passionate kiss that had Dipper’s mind going blank. The teen kissed back
feverishly, pressing his chest against Bill’s. The man ran his tongue along his
lips and Dipper was quick to part his, feeling Bill’s tongue enter his mouth
and run over his own tongue. He moaned softly, allowing the blonde to explore
his wet cavern and letting out soft moans as Bill brushed his tongue along the
top of his mouth. Before things could get too heavy, Bill pulled back, still
connected to Dipper by a thin string of saliva that broke as Dipper swiped his
tongue against his lips, eyes slowly opening. His face was flushed red and a
happy smile formed on his face. Bill leaned in and kissed the side of his neck
before pulling back away slightly.
“Go shower,” He murmured to him softly, “I’ll get breakfast ready, alright?”
Dipper nodded dumbly, still in a love-struck daze, “I love you,” he said, the
words he had shouted as he climaxed repeating dully in his mind. Bill did nor
said nothing in reply, he only gave a small smile and then pulled himself away
completely, then turning to walk to the bedroom he shared with Dipper’s mom.
When he was gone from his sight, Dipper shook his head, suddenly feeling cold.
He turned to face the bathroom door, opening it and flickering on the light. He
looked at himself in the mirror after closing the door and locking it. His body
was riddle with marks, his face was red along with his lips, which were also
somewhat swollen from all their kissing.
As he turned on the shower and waited for the water to warm up, Dipper tried to
not think of how quick Bill was to move away from him…or how eager he was to
leave him alone.
 
As Dipper bathed, a feeling of something out place stirred in his gut. He
thought back over the chain of events that had happened and for once in his
life, he had never felt so stupid. He knew that what had happened would
definitely have consequences. They never should’ve done all those things so
quickly, he never should’ve given in to what his heart and body desired. Now,
the mess they had made before was an even bigger pile and he had no idea how
this would play out for him in the end. So many outcomes could be made from
this, and if Bill was going to do anything like he did last time, then Dipper
knew he was screwed majorly. The emotional pain would’ve been stronger than it
was the first time because this time…this time he had actually told Bill how he
really felt. Things had gotten intense last night no doubt, and this morning’s
little spiel did nothing to ease the burn. The scariest part of it all, was
that they both did something that couldn’t be undone or erased.
He finished rinsing off his body and hair from the soap suds and turned off the
water. He grabbed the towel from the rack nearby and dried himself off, biting
his lip with worry as he noticed something stranger.
Why did Bill move away from him so quickly? Why did the man leave him feeling
cold?
Wrapping the towel around his waist, Dipper left the bathroom and walked over
to his own room, though it was a bit slowly from the sex he had last night and
recently. His lower body was sore and he walked with a small limp, the brief
smell of breakfast from downstairs reached his nose and his stomach growled,
making him realize just how hungry he truly was. He entered his room and made
quick work of getting dressed. The sooner he got downstairs, the sooner he
could get answers. How did Bill feel about him? How did he truly feel about
him? The man had sex with him twice for crying out loud, that had to have meant
something, right? He supposed asking couldn’t hurt, Bill had to have felt
something for him.
Fully dressed, he left his room and raced down the stairs. He entered the
living room and looked around; unlike last night, the TV was off and the
sunshine was filtering through the blinds, giving a soft, dim glow. The only
thing out of place was the mess of clothes and throw-pillows that laid about-
hard cold proof of their nightly sex-time together along with this morning’s.
Moving past the scene, he walked quickly to the entranceway to the kitchen. He
paused at the doorway, seeing Bill standing in front of the sink, staring out
the small window. The man was dressed in his work clothes, a freshly ironed
light blue long sleeve button up and black dress pants, his would be messy hair
was also done neatly. And Dipper felt a strong urge to run his hands through it
and mess it up a bit, along with everything else that was Bill because the man
looked hot in his suit and tie-well bowtie. For some reason Bill hated wearing
ties, and he had no idea why.
“Hey,” Dipper said, voice cracking since it was still hoarse from all the loud
shouting he was doing. Bill glanced at him from over his shoulder.
“Hello, Pine tree,” Bill dully replied, and that made Dipper wince a little,
“Your breakfast is on the table,” the man added, turning away from the window
to reveal that he was holding his favorite black mug in his hands, a cool
stream of steam was rising up from it, signaling he had made coffee. Dipper
gave a curt nod, making his way to the seat where his food was, all the while
feeling Bill’s eyes on him. The teen stared down at the food, not moving to eat
it as a thick layer of tension fell over them.
“I wish you could’ve taken a shower with me,” he tried, looking up at Bill
tentatively, smiling a little as he did so, but Bill did nothing, completely
ignoring the heartfelt words.
“I’ve got a company meeting today, so I won’t be back until later on tonight,”
He said indifferently, lifting the mug to his lips once more, “You can manage
being alone today right?” He said, voice teasing slightly, “I’ll leave some
cash so that you can hang out at that arcade you like or whatever.”
As he spoke, Dipper was hardly listening. He was staring back down at his
plate, his heart picking up speed and his chest rising and following as his
breathing picked up the pace as well. His blood was rushing loudly in his ears
and the pain he felt six days ago was coming back with a harsh vengeance. No.
No, he was doing it again. He was brushing him off as if he was some random
person. And that hurt. Why was Bill doing this? How could he have been so
foolish? Why did he have to be stupid enough to believe that anything would
change? He was an idiot for thinking that their latest actions would actually
get Bill and him back to a somewhat more than strangers term, that it would
make things better. But the man standing just a few feet away from him was
talking as if nothing had even happened between them, as if what they did never
even occurred. He even ignored his comment that was supposed to at least get
some sort of warming, apologetic, reaction from him.
“…anyways, I need to be going, I’ll see ya later oka-,”
Dipper’s hands slammed down on the table hard as he stood up, the smack echoed
through the room, cutting Bill off. He couldn’t go through this again! He
couldn’t be fooled twice! The older stared with surprise, not expecting for the
teen to react in such a way. Dipper’s head remained looking down, his eyes
staring at nothing and his hair masking his face and concealing it from Bill.
“So that’s it then?” He began quietly, his eyes blurring up, “You’re going to
hurt me again?” It took a moment for Bill to understand, but when he did, he
let out a sigh and shook his head.
“Pine Tree-,” he began, but Dipper was having none of it. He snapped his head
up, eyes staring darkly at the man.
“No,” He said coldly, “No you can’t do this!” He snarled, “It’s not fair! You
can’t just keep avoiding this situation Bill!” He yelled at him, “How long are
you going to keep pulling this shit on me? How long are you going to keep
pulling me along and then letting me go when I start to get too close?”
“-Dipper, don’t-,”
“No, I will!” Dipper continued, “I need an explanation for this, all of this
Bill because you can’t seem to stop toying around with me and confusing the
heck out of me! Is this how it’s going to be every time? Do you just show
someone you love them and then freaking trample on them the moment you’ve had
your fill?”
“Enough,” Bill snapped, slamming his cup down on the counter’s surface. Coffee
spilled out and some landed on his hand, but he didn’t care, “Jesus Christ,
Dipper,” He snarled, face hardening as he stared at him, “I never said I loved
you!” He shouted. Dipper paused, his hard glare faltering. The room seemed to
grow darker and Dipper could feel himself starting to go numb.
“What?” He choked out. Bill stared at him, his eyes staring straight into his.
But they held no warmth for him, no love. Only coldhearted annoyance.
“I never said I loved you,” He repeated calmly. Too calmly. Dipper’s mind was
spinning, his heart, which he thought had been repaired, shattered into a
million more pieces like fixed glass that had already been broken before and
was dropped again.
“B-but last night and this morning-,” he tried weakly, but Bill shot that down
too.
“I won’t say that any of those were a mistake or anything. But understand that
what we did was nothing more than a small fling,” He said, rubbing his temples
before dropping his hands limply down to his sides as he sighed, “A one night
stand and morning if you will.”
Dipper sank down into his seat, his legs turning to jelly and no longer finding
the strength to support him, “S-so I was nothing more than your personal sex
toy…?”
“Well, a lot better than any sex toy, really. But your words, not mine,” he
shrugged. Dipper couldn’t believe what he was hearing. How could Bill be this
cruel? How could he be so heartless? Was this really the same man he had given
his heart to? Was this the same person he was willing to die for? The same one
who had caressed him and made him feel alive again? He heard Bill sigh and
listened to the sound of his feet moving towards. He flinched when Bill’s hand
rested on his shoulder, his breath blowing across his face as he turned to face
him.
“Y-you,” his breath hitched, “You used me?” he asked hoarsely, though it was
more of an accusation than anything.
Bill exhaled slowly and shook his head, “Not necessarily,” He said quietly,
“Look, kid,” Bill began, voice gentle, “You’re great and you have an amazing
body, but you know that this could’ve never continued, right?” Dipper tore his
eyes away and he sniffled, “You know I could never return what you’re asking of
me.”
“Why not?” He choked out.
Why don’t you want to put in the effort? Why won’t you do the same? I’m giving
you everything, I’m doing the best I can for you! Why aren’t I good enough?!
His mind screamed out, wanting to shout at the man in front of him.
“Last night, when you said my name while you were sleeping, that had to mean
something, right? You called me beautiful, you took care of me and we made
love! It wasn’t just meaningless sex and you know it!” He argued back,
“Otherwise we would’ve never done it! And that kiss we shared? How can say you
don’t love me? You proved to me that you did last night!” He pushed Bill back,
his touch making him feel queasy and sick, “And this morning?! Was everything
you said a…a lie?” his voice broke at the last part, dying into nothing but a
weak whisper. Don’t leave me…please,pleasedon’t leave me, he begged silently,
tears already running down his cheeks. Bill stumbled back from the sudden force
of Dipper’s hand pushing away, but he caught himself by the chair and used it
to help him stand up. He dusted off his clothes, shaking his head and sighing.
“I’ll-I’ll be better!” Dipper said quickly, grabbing on to his wrist to prevent
him from leaving, “Please! Please don’t…don’t do this!”
“I’ve got to get to work,” he muttered, voice full of annoyance, as if he was
toogood to deal with Dipper, as if the boy was nothing more than a child
whining about a toy they couldn’t have. He yanked his wrist out of Dipper’s
grasp and turned his back away from him, then he began leaving the room. Once
again the coldness returned to Dipper and his heart clenched painfully. With
sudden urgency, the teen stood up from his chair, the force of his movement
making the object fall down.
“You…you BASTARD!” He bellowed angrily, as he picked up his fork and threw it
straight at Bill as he left, but the man was gone and the fork crashed into the
wall before dropping lifeless to the ground with a loud clatter. Dipper
listened as the front door closed and the love of his life walked out, leaving
him broken beyond any repair. The boy then fell to the ground, his heart
shredded to the point that it almost didn’t even exist. He let out pathetic
sobs that shook throughout the all too quiet house.
Even the sky outside began to darken, as if it could hear his heart weeping.
Chapter End Notes
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     (Alright, alright, I swear, I'll get some happy moments in, besides
     all this angst, for you and Dipper.
     Maybe, I'll start a spin off series of fluffy stuff to refuel you
     guys!
     Or I'll make cute one-shots of your guys' choice! Just send it to me
     on Tumblr or leave it in the comments below!)
     Pls leave a comment or critique (if ya want!)
     Got questions? Curious for sneak peeks? Or want to place writing or
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Chapter Summary
     Dipper's mom and Mabel are home! And things are plenty awkward!
Chapter Notes
     Thank you guys for all the wonderful comments I am receiving for this
     fic! It really brings me joy each and every time I hear from you
     all!! I hope to hear many more in the near future!
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The rest of the following days had flown by like a gust of wind and Dipper was
forced to move on over his heartbreak in time to welcome back his mom and
sister. He went through the motions of school, living his days in solemn
quietness. His friends had noticed how stand offish he had become and tried to
crack into his shell in hopes to get him to come out, but every time proved to
be in vain as the teen would just brush them off and engross himself into his
studies. Dipper was stuck, stumped, and trapped. He felt like he was drowning
in a tide that kept pulling him out to the sea with waves beating down on him
mercilessly and making him lose hope with each hit. Questions after questions
pummeled his mind and he longed to have the answers.
Why wasn’t he enough?
Why wasn’t he good enough?
Why?
Did Bill mean what he said?
They tore through him each time he was by himself and alone, and he felt as
though he was literally dying.
Being home alone with Bill didn’t help either. The man had gone back to giving
him the cold shoulder, talking with him occasional so that they wouldn’t suffer
in silence, but it was all one-sided. And it would be a lie if Dipper said it
wasn’t driving him crazy. Fact of the matter was that it was. Every second that
ticked by without having Bill looking at him with that smirky smile of his or
even talking to him drove the teenager up the walls and made his crippled heart
hurt even more. Though it wasn’t all just Bill…of course Dipper tried to make
the effort to speak to him again or even continue the conversation, but just
looking at Bill and seeing him throw a lazy smile at him with the hope that the
kid would return it, made his heart throb painfully and his stomach lose its
appetite. He often left dinner early, not bothering to touch his food except
for maybe two bites, saying that he was tired or had homework. Both of which
were true, but Dipper only took the time to do one of those things, and it
wasn’t the first. Sleep had become a distant memory to him, since every time he
closed his eyes he would see the scene of him and Bill’s fight replay in his
mind, over and over without stop.
There was only one place that any solace to Dipper. When he wasn’t at school or
stuck with Bill, the boy would wander to the forest, the only place that felt
safest to him. It was there he let out his frustration, his anger, and his
pain.
Though as of now, Dipper was currently lounging on the couch, waiting for Bill
to return with his beloved sister and mother. He wanted to be held by his mom
and Mabel, to have them tell him that they loved him. He knew it wouldn’t help,
but it could mend his heart a little with the fact that someone in this world
would never betray him. Especially his sister, who no doubt would be wanting to
know how the two weeks went. God, what would he say to her? Oh yeah, it was
great Mabes! Bill and I had sextwiceand now he won’t even talk to me because he
claims to not love me. The thought made him laugh a little, yeah, he could
imagine how that little conversation starter would go. He sighed and fell back
against the couch, laying down and closing his eyes.
Why didn’t Bill just admit he loved him? Why was the man being so difficult
about this? Dipper knew how he felt and he was just a teen! But, Bill…Dipper
sighed, he supposed he had to understand why. The man was currently dating his
mother. And Dipper knew that Bill had to put a stop to this all while it was
just starting. It was better to nip it at the bud before it grew into anything
dangerous. Though it made Dipper upset that Bill was the only who left
unscathed, meanwhile he was just barely breathing above water. And besides, who
knew what could’ve happened or how much trouble they’d both be in should they
have gotten caught. While his head might’ve been thinking logically, his heart
had to disagree with that train of thought greatly. Bill was just being a
chicken! A coward. And a jerk for taking advantage of his emotions like that.
Dipper groaned at the turmoil going through him and he sat up, glancing at the
TV and frowning.
He stood up, walking over to the front door. Maybe he could go out to the
forest and wait for Bill to return. He opened the door just in time to see
their car pulling in, he quirked an eyebrow, well speak of the devil…
The moment the car stopped, Mabel hopped out. Her long brown hair was tied back
into a ponytail and she wore a frilly, pink short sleeved shirt and blue jean
capris. She turned to see Dipper and the moment she did, her eyes shone
brightly and her mouth curved upwards into the most jubilant smile Dipper had
seen all week.
“DIPPER!” She squealed, breaking out into a run towards her twin. Dipper
watched before opening his arms wide to hug his sister. He laughed as they
crashed into each other and held her tightly. For a brief moment, everything
felt alright again. But it was only for a fleeting second because just as soon
as it came, it was gone.
“Glad to have you back, Mabes, the house was so quiet without you,” He said,
not unless you count the sex me and Bill had, his mind countered, making Dipper
berate himself mentally at the embarrassing thought as his sister pulled away
after a few moments. The girl grinned from ear to ear and nodded.
“It feels great to be back! Dallas is awesome, but nothing beats home,” She
grinned, “I can’t wait to tell you all about my art show, but first, how are
you doing?” She asked, noting that Dipper seemed a bit…down. Though Dipper
wasn’t listening, his eyes had moved to look over his shoulder to the sight
that had him feeling sick all over again.
Bill was currently making out with his mom, occasionally pulling back to say
something that had her laughing and nuzzling her nose against his. It was sad
to think that that had been him quite some time ago. He sighed, his hands
balling into fists as he looked away, hiding the hurt. Mabel looked back to see
what he had been looking at and shook her head, laughing.
“They’ve been like that ever since the airport, guess he really missed her,
huh?” She mused, making Dipper inwardly cringe and become irritated for some
reason, “True love and stuff, right?” He snapped his eyes up and scoffed. That
wasn’t true love, Bill wouldn’t know true love if it came hitting him on the
head.
“True love or not, it’s gross,” He spat, the word filled with more venom than
he thought and it made Mabel back away a little at the cold tone he used.
“Whoa, Dip, no need to get all angry about it,” Mabel said, holding her hands
up. She looked back to the display of affection and noticed it had gotten a
little bit intense, “Though, they could at least get a room,” She chuckled
awkwardly.
Dipper frowned in annoyance and moved past Mabel, making her look back at him
in wonder about what might’ve been eating at him, “Hey mom, save some affection
for me too, will ya,” He said, making the kissing couple separate-much to
Bill’s great annoyance. Dipper had to hold back a laugh, Join the club, jerk,
he sneered at him in his mind. His mom blinked before laughing happily, her
cheeks rosy.
“Oh, there’s my baby boy!” She exclaimed gleefully, wrapping her arms around
him and hugging him, “Sorry about that sweetheart, I guess I missed Bill more
than I anticipated,” She smiled, making Dipper want to gag.
No, he wasn’t jealous. Why would he be?
But seeing how Bill was having a grand ol’ time making out with his mom had
definitely made his blood boil and that vicious green monster go out searching
for blood. His mom’s back was to Bill and that left Dipper facing the man, who
in turn was staring at him with a hint of surprise and…was that remorse? No,
Bill wouldn’t have that kind of emotion. He especially didn’t have it after
saying all those mean things to him and dropping him so easily after using him
for his own personal gain. He inwardly winced, thinking that had actually
stung. A lot. So why would Bill have the look in his eyes now, after all the
damage that had already been done to him? Ignoring the look, Dipper gave him
the coldest glare he could muster, daring him to say something. But all Bill
did was give a sigh and look away, turning to go and grab the luggage from the
vehicle. Dipper couldn’t help but smirk in satisfaction, finally having made
his point, but he couldn’t deny that his heart still did hurt at how easy Bill
was at forgetting their own kisses and so easily ready to kiss another. He let
go of his mom, stepping back and smiling as she started fussing over him and
asking him how things had gone. Dipper almost wanted to spill everything, to
see his mom’s happy face go from shock to anger in an instant. He nearly wanted
to see Bill hurt in every way that he had made him hurt. But the softer side of
him, the part that still loved the older man unconditionally, made him hold his
tongue and instead force out well-rehearsed words and perfect happy smiles.
It was amazing how he didn’t have an award for ‘Best Actor of the Year’.
 
“So the art gallery was a-maze-ing!” Mabel said over dinner, smiling as she
stuffed her mouth with homemade mash potatoes, “My artworks got to be showcased
as well since I won first place, and I even met some cool college professors
who were eager to have me,” She grinned, swallowing down her food, “Too bad I’m
not yet a senior,” She laughed.
They were currently eating dinner, his mother’s outstanding meatloaf to be
exact-which was surprisingly living up to its name if not more. His mother
hadn’t made this in years, not since her and his dad had first started drifting
apart. Too many differences, his mom said, though her eyes were dark with pain
from a twenty year marriage devastated because his dad was actually having an
affair down in Oregon with a woman named Colleen that had been going on for
three years. It would have gone longer, or maybe discontinued all together, if
the woman hadn’t shown up at their doorstep pregnant with his dad’s new kid,
and their technically half sibling.
Dipper listened to his sister halfheartedly, his mind was drifting elsewhere,
much too distracted to even eat so he was just poking at the food. His mom
noticed and she frowned worriedly.
“Dipper, you’ve barely touched your food, are you alright sweetie?” She asked
gently. All chatter had stopped and Dipper looked up, blushing from all the
eyes on him-Bill’s gaze being the most unnerving since he probably had a clue
as to why the boy wasn’t eating. Ignoring the stares, he worked up a smile and
nodded his head.
“O-oh yeah, I’m fine mom,” He assured her, “I’m just too excited to have you
guys back that I’m not really feeling hungry,” He said, chuckling to make her
believe him. His mom nodded slowly though a bit skeptically at first before
letting the subject drop.
“Alrighty then…just checking,” She said smiling, before slowly and unsurely
turning back to Mabel, “Sorry honey, go on.”
“Well,” Mabel began again, looking to Dipper with her own version of sibling
worriedness, but she continued speaking nonetheless, figuring she’d get it out
of him sooner or later, “there was this hilarious guy there, who I think was
totally hitting on me, but he turned out to be a puppet loving obsessed weirdo
and well…I might’ve dodged a bullet when I found out he also kissed his
puppets.”
“Wait,” Bill interrupted, fork halfway to his mouth, “The guy made out with his
own hands?”
Mabel nodded and they all bursted out laughing, well everyone minus Dipper. He
gave a small chuckle, forcing a smile as well. But his eyes had landed on Bill.
He listened to the soft jingling of his laughter, like beautiful ringing church
bells. He also noticed the way the corners of his eyes crinkled in delight as
his mouth carved into one of his star-dazzling smiles.
“Yeah! It was so awkward,” She chuckled.
“Oh, but not as creepy as the boy with that big white hair, remember?” His mom
chimed in, “Yeesh, we had to fight him off with a stick.”
“Literally!”
“Sounds like you guys had a fun time,” Dipper concluded, finally adding in to
the conversation. The laughter died down slowly, but the smiles remained, and
Mabel nodded, cutting into her meatloaf that was half gone.
“Oh, yeah, it was very fun. Maybe next time you can join us,” She suggested,
placing her mouth over the fork and eating the food that was on it. Dipper gave
a weak smile and nodded, continuing to poke at his food, yeah, maybe next time…
“So, how was your guys’ week?” His mom asked. At that, both Dipper and Bill
tensed up. Dipper’s fork slipped from his hands and onto his plate, making a
loud clang against the light blue porcelain plate. They both stared at the
other two, unsure of what could be said. Flashes from what happened starting
from their intense night of sex to present day made them both falter and trip
over their words. Mabel chuckled and rolled her eyes.
“Well don’t get too excited guys,” She joked.
“Yeah, we want to know how it went. Did you have fun together? Have a guy’s
night out? I’m surprised you didn’t wreck the place while we were gone,” His
mom snickered. Bill reached to take a sip of his drink-red wine for the adults
and water or soda for the teens.
W-well, Charlotte,” He began nervously, “Dipper and I had, well, y’see we-,”
“We had a great time,” Dipper finally managed through gritted teeth, “Bill went
exploring with me in the woods, I showed him my secret rock collection, and he
gave me money to go the arcade while he went to his meetings,” He finished,
avoiding Bill’s gaze. The older man was staring at him with bug-eyes,
completely taken aback by the good things Dipper had shared.
“Y-yes,” Bill said weakly, “That’s right…”
Dipper spared a glance towards him and saw that Bill’s eyes held a calculating
look, as though the gears in his mind were turning. When the man noticed Dipper
staring, he gave him a small look of gratification, but the boy ignored it,
sending him a subtle look that said, I wasn’t doing it to save your ass. It was
for mine.
“Wow, sounds like you two got to know more about each other,” Charlotte mused.
Dipper nearly choked on his spit, but he instead looked down and nodded. Oh
yeah, they definitely got to know more about each. And even despite that, Bill
was still a heartless jerk that Dipper couldn’t move on from.
“So you managed to forgive Bill for ruining your project then?” Mabel said, low
enough so that only Dipper heard her. The teen looked up and met her gaze, he
glanced at Bill-who was smiling and talking to his mother once more-staring for
a moment at him before shaking his head. No, he hadn’t forgiven him. And at
this point, he probably never would. But still, when he turned to look back at
his sister, he nodded, even smiled a little.
“Yeah, I did.”
And never had it been so painful to say three simple words.
 
How long did it take for feelings to fade? Well, anyone’s guess was as good as
Dipper’s. It had been nearly three weeks since everything that happened and he
was no better at feeling good about himself than he was when Bill had hurt him.
However, there was something different about Bill now. Though Bill didn’t give
him the cold shoulder like before, the man still did everything he could to not
end up alone with him, as if the moment it was just them two Dipper would
automatically jump him-although, while he might it didn’t mean he would.
Another thing he noticed was that Bill seemed more tired than usual. It was
like the man didn’t even know that sleep was a real thing. And while Dipper
didn’t care in particular why the man was like this, he was still curious. Just
curious. Not worried. At all.
As he sat at the kitchen table, he watched Bill’s slumped over form as the man
tiredly ate his eggs. His mother was busy cooking up pancakes for his sister,
who was still upstairs getting ready for the school day. Dipper bit into his
piece of toast, eyeing the man without being suspicious. It didn’t work
apparently as Bill was midway eating when his eyes snapped towards Dipper’s
staring ones and he paused.
Bill’s eyes were dark, and it was clear that the man suffered from quite a few
days of sleep. Though the emotion in his eyes made Dipper question if he was
seeing things. Bill’s eyes were riddled with guilt, hope, and…something that
the teen just couldn’t quite decipher because the moment it was there, it was
gone and the man was staring at his lips briefly before meeting his gaze once
more.
Dipper’s heart jolted in his stomach, beating rapidly and even skipping a few
beats as he stared at Bill, to anyone it probably looked like they were having
a staring contest. The teen swallowed and he noticed the way Bill’s eyes
followed the movement. His gut rolled, a feeling sparking to life and the boy
was quick to look away, his face exploding into a canvas of red. Was Bill…was
Bill watching him like that for a reason? He shifted his eyes to look back up,
but the older man had already looked away. Dipper felt a bit disappointed, but
noted that Bill was blushing slightly and he couldn’t help the small smile
forming on his lips.
His mother came between them and set down Mabel’s plate that was filled with
hot, fluffy pancakes. The girl in question entered the kitchen with a bright
smile. Her hair was done in a fishtail braid and she wore a bright green
sweater and light blue pants.
“Morning Mabes,” Dipper said as his sister sat down in the empty next to him.
“Good morning Dipdop, ready for a great day of education?” She chirped, nudging
him slightly. Dipper blushed a little and shrugged, he knew exactly why his
sister said that. Today he was working on a group assignment with this new kid
in class that had caught his eye. It wasn’t anything more than that as Dipper
still hadn’t gotten over Bill, but to keep his sister from being suspicious
over why he wasn’t interested in dating someone who was definitely quite the
looker, he faked having a small crush.
“I suppose…though, I don’t why you’re so gung-ho over me dating the new kid,”
He said without thinking. Then his eyes widened and he covered his mouth. Mabel
snorted and rolled her eyes.
“Way to spoil a surprise bro, you should’ve waited for things to become
official,” She said, placing a forkful of pancakes into her mouth. Bill’s eyes
had glanced up and he seemed to have tensed. He put down his form and sat up a
little taller, clearing his throat.
“Dipper’s dating someone?” He asked, his voice holding an unknown emotion in
it. Dipper and his sister both turned to look at Bill, and while Dipper seemed
to look guilty and worried, Mabel was quick to jump the gun.
“Not yet!” She grinned, “But I have a full-proof plan to get him off the
market,” She winked. Bill gave out a small chuckle, though it lacked any humor
and he eyed Dipper carefully.
“A full-proof plan, huh?” He said, working up a smile, “And, does Dipper want
this?” He asked, tapping his fingers along the table. Dipper felt like his face
was burning from all the blood rushing towards it. From the way Bill was
talking, it was almost as if it was in an accusing way, as though he was the
one doing something behind his back. But the teen didn’t get that, why was Bill
getting defensive when he wanted nothing to do with him?
“We should get going,” Dipper said, standing up. His mother looked up from
cooking her eggs and glanced at the clock.
“But it’s still a little early before the bus comes, why don’t you wait a
little? Tell us about this kid, is it a girl?” She asked, giving Dipper an
assuring smile. The boy felt a little uncomfortable and he really wanted to
leave.
“They’re not a girl, but they’re a really nice boy,” Mabel said and Charlotte
smiled, serving herself a plate of eggs and nodding.
“Well, regardless,” She said, sitting down, “As long as he’s nice and you like
him then he sounds alright to me,” She smiled. Dipper groaned and covered his
face before looking towards his sister.
“Can we please not talk about my dating life?” He huffed, “I don’t even want to
date him,” he muttered under his breath. Mabel merely snickered and rolled her
eyes.
“Whatever ya say, bro-bro,” She chortled teasingly, as though not believing
him. Dipper’s mom, obviously seeing her son’s quiet distress, chuckle and
decided to change the subject for her son’s sake.
“I know! Bill, why don’t you tell them about tonight?” Charlotte smiled. Bill,
who had been thinking to himself and staring at nothing, snapped his head up
and glanced at his girlfriend before a look of understanding hit him. He
grinned and turned back to face the twins.
“Don’t stay too late after school today,” he said, “My boss is holding a party
tonight at his house and the whole family’s invited,” He glanced towards
Dipper, whose face had lit up with a little interest, unlike Mabel’s who seemed
to have lit up like a Christmas tree at the prospect of going to a party.
“A party?!” She exclaimed, standing up, “I love parties! I’m practically the
queen of parties!” She continued on, her voice giddy with excitement, “Oh my
gosh, this is so awesome! We’re going to a party! Anything can happen at
parties! Aren’t you excited Dipper?!”
The said boy had gone quiet again before looking up at the sound of his name.
He had looked to Bill for a moment, who continued to watch him with hidden
interest, before looking towards his beaming sister. He gave a smile, “Yeah,”
he replied back, “I am.” And he was because, just as Mabel had said, anything
can happen at parties.
Chapter End Notes
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     you get a certain someone drunk enough...
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***** Wrong and Strange *****
Chapter Summary
     It's party time!!
Chapter Notes
     Warning= Slight non-con
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Dipped hated parties. It was a fact he had learned many years ago in his first
year of high school. Yet here he was, standing in front of a small bar area
ordering drinks. Earlier he had been rather excited because of the
possibilities that could’ve happened, but now, he realized just how awkward it
truly was. Perhaps he should’ve just flirted with the new kid during his fourth
block while he could’ve and gotten him to ask him out on a date tonight. But
no, the odds of that happening were a negative because Dipper was absolutely
terrible at flirting on the fly. And he would’ve creeped out the new kid rather
than win him over. Plus, it wouldn’t have worked out in the end, he was still
hung up over Bill and his heart wouldn’t let him move on.
He fiddled with his hands as it was his turn to get his drink and he had
ordered two mint juleps. Earlier he would’ve been surprised that the guy
tending the bar was too lazy to check IDs and declared Dipper looked old
enough, but after getting his third round, he grew accustomed to it. Though the
teen inwardly cringed at how terrible the man was at his job, what kind of
bartender was willing to risk his job just because he didn’t want to check
every goddamn ID? But he figured it was probably a blessing in disguise, or
perhaps it was god giving him the okay to get Bill as drunk as he could.
As he was handed the drinks, Dipper stared down at the two glasses he held in
his hands, both were filled with a muffled, yellowish liquid that was no doubt
a strong mixture of vodka and something else, along with green mint leaves at
the bottom and one placed in a fancy way at the top. He sighed, beginning his
walk back to the table where Bill was. His mom had gone off with Bill’s boss’s
wife to talk about whatever it was they talked about and Mabel had vanished
after spotting a cute boy near the bar. The party was at Mr. Brady’s house, aka
Bill’s boss.
It was a lush home that was built behind a gated community. It stood elegantly
on top of a steep hill, its white bricks showing it off proudly along with the
bright outdoor lights that lit up the patio and front porch. The inside was
just as big and spacious with walls of pale ivory and imported rugs and
furniture.
Dipper had to admit, it was a rather plush and exquisite home that would make
any house in his neighborhood-including his-look like some rinky-dink motel.
And that alone made him envy the rich folk.
He approached the table as slowly as possible, not wanting to be the only stuck
with Bill. He had hoped the man would’ve gone off talking with many of his co-
workers, but Bill claimed that he already saw enough of them at work and that
he’d rather just enjoy the classical music and setting around them. It confused
the heck out of Dipper, considering Bill was like Mabel and loved to crank up
the parties. Speaking of which, he spotted Mabel conversing with a dark skinned
boy, his dark shiny hair cascading down his back in a lovely fashion. He could
see Mabel’s interest in how soft and silky it looked, and even Dipper couldn’t
help but want to run his own fingers through those smooth looking tresses. But
then his mind wandered to bill, and how lush his hair had felt along his skin
and he suddenly felt depressed all over again.
Setting the glasses down on the white satin table cloth on the table, he
chanced a glance towards the man. Bill’s eyes, he noticed, had been watching
him the whole time. Dipper quickly looked away, his fingers trembling as he
pulled his chair back and sat down a little too stiffly. He could see Bill
reaching for the small glass with the drink in it and he let out a soft sigh.
He’d be honest, he totally wanted to get Bill drunk enough to touch him again,
but the thought had him mentally berating himself for being so stupid as to do
something to shameful. Was he really that desperate for the man to have sex
with him again?
Yes, yes he was.
He wanted to feel Bill’s soft caresses against his skin and to have the man
look at him with a loving gaze he did so long ago. He felt the tips of his ears
burning and he ended up biting his lip, holding back a small needy whine that
had come with his treacherous thoughts.
God, what he wouldn’t do to have Bill fuck him into oblivion again.
He suddenly jumped as a hand discreetly touched his knee under the table. His
eyes went wide and he looked up to see Bill eyeing him with curiosity, his
glass halfway to his plush lips. He had an eyebrow coked upwards and a strange
glint in his eyes.
“Penny for your thoughts?” He spoke softly, the chatter around him overpowering
his voice greatly, but Dipper must’ve had supersonic hearing or something
because the words sounded like they were being yelled directly into his ears.
Dipper remained speechless as Bill’s thumb began rubbing soft circles against
his clothed leg.
He blushed bright red, mouth moving but forming no words as he tried to gather
his thoughts, which were waving red flags all over the place. He swallowed
dryly and managed to speak, “N-no, I-I mean yes! I mean-uh, I wasn’t…thinking
about…anything…” He trailed off, eyes darting down towards the table cloth. He
heard Bill chuckle and the hand on his knee traveled upwards towards his upper
thigh.
Bill stared at him thoughtfully, “You sure? You seemed pretty focused on
something in particular.”
Dipper nearly jumped out of his seat, but managed to stay put, his hands
balling into tight fists, making his nails bite into his skin, “N-no, I was
just…staring.” Geez, like that didn’t sound perverted or anything, he thought
bitterly.
“Staring, huh?” Bill smirked, downing the rest of his drink, “What could be so
interesting to have caught your attention?”
Without hesitating, or even pausing to think, Dipper’s brain went to autopilot
before Dipper could even think to make up a lie or something and his mouth
opened up so he could a hushed, “You,” His eyes staring into Bill’s.
Seconds passed and there seemed to be a growing tension between them. The sound
of distant conversations and the slow music was the only to be heard as the two
males stared at each other. One of them was a deep shade of red that would have
the very color jealous, and the older was only staring with an unreadable
expression.
Dipper’s heart seemed to stop and his breath hitched, oh shit oh shit, OH SHIT!
He closed his mouth slowly and the hand on his upper thigh slowly slipped off,
his body already missing the warmth of it. The teen leaned back, his chest
starting to fall and down quickly as he made to leave, but then a hand grabbed
at his wrist and he was forced to stay. He met Bill’s gaze with great unease
and shame, but he was taken aback by what he saw.
Bill’s eyes seemed too enraptured with swirling emotions of want and something
that Dipper couldn’t identify, or was too fearful to give it a name. The hand
holding onto him gently tugged him back into place and Dipper automatically sat
down, his bottom lip finding its way under his top teeth. Bill’s whole
composure seemed to have slipped because he was suddenly standing and pulling
Dipper along behind him. The teen let out a small cry of surprise as he
stumbled to follow after the man without tripping. He looked around warily,
worried his mom or sister would catch them, but the pair were nowhere to be
seen. And the teen wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad thing.
As he focused back on Bill, he found that they were climbing up the stairs of
his the older man’s boss’ house, and Dipper blushed. This reminded him way too
much of those teenage parties seen in movies and he wondered if this was going
to go down the way it did in those movies. The stairs seemed to have stretched
as far as the eyes could see and it felt like an eternity before they finally
reached the top. Landing on the last step, Dipper noted how quiet it was,
except for the muffled music coming from downstairs. He looked to Bill and
found the man staring back. He took a step towards him, but the look in Bill’s
eyes told him to wait. So he did and he followed silently behind the older man
as he led him to an empty bedroom, not really paying attention to how Bill had
even managed to find it in the first place, this whole place was one giant
castle in his opinion.
Entering the room, Dipper found that it was a lovely one. There was a bed in
the middle against the wall. The walls were a lovely cream color and the carpet
was a spotless white. Random paintings of flowers and a lonely, blue and white
lighthouse sitting at the edge of cliff surround by fog hung on the walls. He
walked over to the bed and took a seat on the soft, deep red quilt, a glance to
his right showed that there was a connecting bathroom besides the closet door.
He heard the door lock and looked up to see Bill leaning against, his hands
undoing the bowtie at his neck. Dipper swallowed, wondering if this was okay to
be doing, if he should stop this or just let his fantasy come true. His hands
gripped at the soft material underneath them and he could stare helplessly as
Bill shrugged off his suit’s jacket and tossed it along the chair that was in
the corner across from him.
For a moment, everything was still and quiet. The two males stared at each
other in silence. Dipper’s heart was racing and the blood was rushing loudly in
his ears. His hands felt cold and clammy and nervousness swirled around his
gut. He watched as Bill began walking towards him, his shoes scuffing against
the carpet as he approached the spot were Dipper sat. The teen closed his eyes
as he felt cold hands cup his blushing cheeks. He felt thumbs trace shapes
against his skin and goosebumps began forming along his skin. He let out a soft
sigh as the hands slid down his cheeks to his neck, thumbs running along his
Adam’s apple, tenderly. A soft whimper slipped past his lips as he leaned into
the caresses and he cracked his eyes open halfway, staring up at Bill
imploringly and silently begging him to satisfy his aching body.
The older man complied, giving a soft smile before leaning down; his face
hovering over Dipper’s. The boy looked down at Bill’s soft red lips before
looking back at the man. Not even thinking, he bit his lip seductively and
watched as Bill’s lips twitched. Then, suddenly there was pressure against his
own. Delicious pressure that sent sparks running down his spine and fireworks
exploding around them. He gave a soft moan, lips moving against Bill’s as he
tilted his head, giving him more room to press his lips harder against his.
A tongue prodded against his lips and Dipper opened willingly, his hands flying
up to wrap around Bill’s shoulders as he felt the man lean forward, easing him
back against the bed. He felt Bill’s knee pressed against his groin and the
blood began rushing downwards to greet it. His hands gripped at the thin
material along Bill’s shirt and he pulled away reluctantly, panting heavily as
their breaths mingled together.
Hesitance rested in his eyes as he stared at Bill, his body and heart argued
for him to stay, to let Bill hold him and please him as he did before, but his
brain wasn’t willing to take that chance. How could he after all that Bill had
done? How could he after he was used and beaten down so cruelly? Was it worth
that pain to take a shot of this poison called Bill again? Was it worth it to
satisfy his sick addition to the man above him? Bill noticed Dipper's
distracted look and he pulled him back to reality by biting the side of neck
softly, earning a soft gasp as the boy jolted underneath him.
Lips pressed to Dipper's once more after the sudden bite along his neck that
his heart beating twice as loud as it was before. However, this time Bill's
lips pressed against Dipper's with a hungrier and needierapproach. Despite how
it sent Dipper's body into a flustered state of desire, it felt…wrong to
him. The lips moved down towards his exposed skin along his neck and despite
the lovely tingle it sent through him, it didn’t feel right. As much as he
found his body craving it, he himself didn’t want this. He didn’t want this in
this way. He wanted Bill, but he wanted the man to love him, not just use him
up.
“St-stop,” he gasped, squirming beneath the hands creeping under his shirt, “B-
Bill please!”
The hands continued moving upwards, brushing over his nipples in that teasing
way he loved. The teen shuddered, his heart racing as he felt himself close to
breaking. He didn’t want this. He didn’t want this.
“Bill, no,” he pleaded, “Stop; I can’t do this! Not like this!”
The man growled, lips moving up to Dipper’s and this time, the teen could taste
the alcohol on his lips. He squeezed his eyes shut, arms unwrapping from the
man above him and pushing at his chest, but Bill clung tighter, refusing to let
up until his body demanded for breath. Dipper was shaking, tears glistening in
eyes as he stared up at the man he loved.
I can’t…I can’t do this, he thought, not like this…not again. He felt a strong
hand grip his clothed groin and he arched his back, a strangle sob leaving his
lips as his body lit up with pleasure. He flailed his arms violently, only to
have a cold hand pin his wrists roughly against the bed. His eyes widened and
he stared up fearfully at Bill.
“I said no,” he cried, “I don’t want this! Please…I don’t want this…” he
sobbed. Bill’s eyes snapped back to focus and he stared in shock at what he had
just done. He immediately retracted his arms and leaned back, watching as
Dipper scooted back and brought his knees to tightly to his chest. His
shoulders were shaking and muffled sobs came from him as he burrowed his face
into his knees.
“…ot like this…not like this…” the words were barely heard, but Bill had
managed and he immediately felt ashamed. He moved forwards, placing a hand into
Dipper’s messy curls. The boy stiffed and tensed under his touch, but the man
gently ruffled it, in hopes to calm him.
“Pine tree, I-I’m sorry,” He uttered, only listening to the quiet whimpers
coming from the boy, “I…I thought that…” He didn’t finish, rather instead, he
grimaced and dropped his hand down. He ran his other through his hair and shook
his head, “I’m sorry about this, Dipper…I just…I wanted you and I thought you
did too; but that’s not an excuse…I’ll uh, I’ll go, you’re mom’s probably
looking for me anyways. Feel free to join us when you’re ready.”
And then, Bill was gone.
Dipper slowly picked up his head, his eyes puffy from crying and his nose red.
He wiped the remaining tears away and fell back against the bed. He let out a
few more tears, his body shaking and burning from the remaining touches that
Bill’s wandering hands had left behind. He swallowed, biting his lip as he
tried to calm his state of mind. He didn’t know how to feel at the moment, a
part of him was angry, another disappointed, and the rest of him violated. Why
wouldn’t Bill stop when he told him to? Granted the man was drunk, but why…why
did he…
I’m sorry about this, Dipper…I just…Iwantedyou and I thought you did too…
What did Bill mean by that? Did he think that Dipper was just willing enough to
give himself away like that again or did it mean something much deeper? Bill
knew how he felt, so was it possibly the man mistook his yearning for him as
lust rather than heartache? Well, considering how stupid the man could be,
Dipper had no doubt that that could’ve been the reason. He felt his heart ache
at the thought and he felt like crying all over again. Except, he hardly had
the chance to do so, when the door creaked open and revealed a man entering the
room. Dipper sat up, facing turning a deep scarlet red as he made eye contact
with the stranger. The man’s dark, brown eyes widened with surprise and his
mouth made an ‘O’ formation as he saw Dipper laying there.
“O-oh sorry! I didn’t realize this room was occupied,” the man stuttered, “I’m
just looking for the bathroom, know where I can find it?” He asked, his cheeks
burning a slight red from embarrassment. The man’s voice was deep, and held a
certain confident tone to it as he spoke. He was in a dark business suit, a
long black tie hanging from his neck and his dark, jet black hair was swooped
to the side in an elegant fashion. Dipper looked around nervously before giving
an almost hesitant nod. The man smile, a warm friendly one that made Dipper
blush slightly, especially when he saw the dimples that adorned it.
“Oh, you know where it is? Mind showing me?” The man asked. Dipper lifted his
right arm and pointed towards the open door across from him that revealed the
bathroom. The man followed his finger and beamed gratefully, “Oh thank god!” He
sighed, “Mind if I…?”
Dipper shook his head, still not ready to speak for fear of his voice cracking.
The man visibly relaxed and he entered the room, humming softly.
“This is a real life saver,” he chirped, “The bathroom downstairs was occupied
by a whole line and I heard there was one up here.”
Dipper listened to the man and watched as he entered the bathroom, the door
closing behind him. The teen looked away to the other side of the room and
tried to think of things to distract him. What should he do? Logic would say to
walk away while he could, but he found himself unable to. But why? Probably
because he wanted company after what he just experienced, but he knew that it
wasn’t safe to be in a room with a stranger. Who knew what kind of person he
was?
Just as he made to leave, the toilet flushed and the sound of running water
could be heard. He made to scramble off the bed, but instead he tripped and
flailed his arms about as the bathroom door opened and he fell off the bed. The
man let out a surprised gasp and quickly went to help him up. Dipper blushed,
heart racing and cheeks flaming as he thanked the man quietly for the
assistance. He kept his head down, not wanting the stranger to know that he had
been crying. But it was too late for that. As he sat back down on the edge of
the bed, so did the man. He felt himself tense up and he was ready to bolt if
needed, but he was taken aback by the man’s words.
“Want to talk about it?”
Dipper blinked and jerked his head up to stare at the man in front of him. The
other smiled gently in return, “I couldn’t help but notice you were crying and
well, I figured you might need to get something off your chest.”
Automatically Dipper went to wipe his eyes from the drying tears and he
sniffled, turning away from the stranger, “It’s…it’s nothing…” He murmured. The
man clicked his tongue and gave a soft hum.
“If ya say so,” he replied back, “But, if you want to get it off your chest,
I’m all ears.” Dipper couldn’t help but smile a little and he shook his head.
“Sir, I don’t even know you.”
The man’s eyes lit up with amusement and he gave a small laugh, “You’re right!”
he chortled, “Forgive me for my rude manners, but my name’s-”
“Pine Tree!” A voice suddenly called, and Bill’s frame filled the doorway.
Dipper’s smile faltered, despite his heart skipping a beat, and the man beside
him gave another laugh as he stared at the other older male.
“Well, well,” The man smiled, “Bill Cipher, what brings you here?”
Bill’s eyes landed on the stranger’s and then towards Dipper. He frowned,
noting how close they seemed to be and he entered the room, a dark vibe coming
from him.
“Tad Strange,” He gritted out, his lips strained into a tight smile, “What are
you doing in here?” The man known as Tad Strange chuckled and extended his left
hand out towards Dipper.
“I saw this poor boy crying and thought I could help,” he shrugged, “Also, I
was searching for a bathroom up here and I just happened to run into him here.”
Dipper had been staring at Bill the entire time and he could see a hint of
jealousy flaring up in the man’s glaring eyes. He wanted to laugh, not use to
seeing something like that from the other. Bill sniffed, arms folding over his
chest as he gave an unamused laugh.
“How funny,” he said dryly, then he turned to silent boy, “Dipper, your sister
wants you to come down and join us, our boss is going to giving his speech soon
and I’d like for us all to be there.”
Dipper nodded, “O-okay…just let me clean my face and stuff…” He said. Bill
nodded in understanding before turning around to leave, then he paused, and met
Tad’s eyes.
“Great seeing you again, Strange,” He said before leaving. Tad snickered and
shook his head.
“Man that Cipher is a weirdo,” Tad teased, “How do you two know each other-if
you don’t mind me asking,” the man smiled. Dipper stood up and rubbed the back
of his neck slowly.
“He’s my mom’s boyfriend,” He muttered, before moving to make himself more
presentable. Tad nodded, his lips twisting to the side before he opened his
mouth.
“Was he the reason you were crying?” He asked. Dipper paused, then he sighed
and sagged his shoulders slightly.
“Yeah…yeah he was.”
Tad noted the boy’s discomfort and he stood up, ruffling the teen’s hair,
“Well, I’m sorry about that. But between you and me, that guy’s not worth a
single tear,” The man said with a small smile. Dipper looked up at him, noting
how…nice his hand felt on his head.
“Thanks,” The teen said, moving out of the man’s grasp faster than he had
intended to, “I-I should get going…nice to meet you, Mr. Strange,” He smiled.
Tad chuckled and shook his head.
“You can just call me Tad, and you are?”
Dipper mentally slapped himself and he gave an embarrassed laugh, “Sorry about
that…my name’s Dipper; Dipper Pines.”
Tad smiled and nodded, “Well then, nice meeting you Dipper,” he said warmly.
Dipper couldn’t help but blush and he nodded, walking backwards out the door
until he was out of the room. He turned forwards and ran towards the stairs,
his heart pounding loudly in his chest. He met his family at their table and
sat down, half-heartedly listening to Mabel rant about how worried she was or
the cute guy she had been talking to. He wanted to tell her about what
happened, but decided to keep it to himself. His eyes occasionally looked up to
meet Bill’s, and every time they made eye contact, the man would give him these
big apologetic eyes that had Dipper’s heart jolting with forgiveness, but
again, his mind was always arguing with him and the teen was honestly too
emotionally exhausted to care. He sighed and listened to the soft music playing
as the meals were served and Bill’s boss was preparing himself to speak. But
Dipper was hardly listening, his mind kept wandering back to the stranger he
had met earlier.
Tad Strange, such a befitting name for such a…strange guy.
Though in the upstairs bedroom, Tad was still sitting on the bed, his brown
eyes looking towards the door where the teenager had vanished and a small,
happy smile on his lips.
Chapter End Notes
     (￢ε ლ) Oi, Dip-Dip, stop thinking about another guy while your
     boyfriend-who is obviously in denial-is there.
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***** Different Emotions Bring Confusion *****
Chapter Summary
     Dipper gets to chat with Tad again.
Chapter Notes
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Dipper stared blankly at nothing as Mr. Brady’s speech drawled on slowly. Every
adult around him seemed to be fascinated with the meaningless words the old man
was saying, his thin lips moving quickly despite how slow his words were coming
out. The teen let out a small, quiet breath of air. He let his eyes wander over
the man, taking in the small stature of the man that was Bill’s boss. At first
glance that man was quite intimidating; with the way his whole body stood with
brisk attentiveness. His shoulders were always squared, his posture neat and
confident. His face was oval, his head bald and shiny as though someone had
polished it. He had a pointed nose that curved down slightly, and of course,
thin, pale lips. His eyes were an icy blue, piercing every gaze he met, but
inside them weren’t the emotions of a bitter man, no, instead, they were kind,
soft eyes that seemed to be filled with a spritely spirit of a man who
appreciated and cared for all things. It made Dipper feel less threatened and
welcomed. He supposed that was why his company was doing so well, and also they
reason why he was so well liked among his workers.
Turning away, he glanced at his sister. She was staring at Mr. Brady, but
feeling Dipper’s eyes on her, she met his gaze. She smiled at him and made a
silly face; crossing her eyes and sticking her tongue out at him. Dipper smiled
and shook his head, returning the look to her. She snickered, making their
mother glance at them for a split second and give them that motherly warning
look that made any kid become silent in an instant. The twins settled
immediately and looked guiltily at her until Charlotte looked away, but not
before her dark cherry red lips curved up into an amused smile and she winked
at them. They both smiled and returned to listening to the boring speech.
Halfway into it, however, Dipper was ready to throw in the towel and leave.
It wasn’t until a long-painfully horrible-hour passed by that the speeches were
over-thank god!-and Dipper was sitting quietly at the table, eating the dinner
that had long gone cold already. Bill had taken his mother to meet Mr. Brady
and his wife, and Mabel was once again talking with flawless hair dude. It was
just him at the table, and he was okay with that for the moment. He didn’t
really feel like communicating with anyone, especially not after what had
transpired just an hour ago. He felt goosebumps crawl up along his skin as he
remembered the way Bill’s hands had trailed over him. He frowned bitterly, that
could’ve been his only chance at getting close to his crush again and he blew
it. Damn my stupid teenage emotions, he thought sourly.
He didn’t hear someone pull back the chair beside him and sit down; it nearly
made him scream when he felt a small, ginger tap on his shoulder. He jolted
upright immediately, his back straightening and his brown eyes widened to the
size of saucers. The person next to him held their hands up and gave an
innocent, but amused, smile.
“Hi-ya there Dipper!” A familiar voice chirped. Dipper blinked and let out a
breath he hadn’t realized he had been holding. His lips twitched up to a
lopsided smile and he placed a hand over his rapidly beating heart.
“T-Tad,” he gasped, “Y-you nearly scared me to death,” he said, smiling weakly.
Tad dropped his hands and let out a soft chuckle, his dark eyes lighting up and
Dipper noted that in the bright lighting, they almost looked almond colored,
maybe even greenish. It was really peculiar to him, but at the same time,
intriguing. And he found that he couldn’t tear his gaze away.
“Sorry about that, I thought you could hear me calling your name,” Tad smiled,
explaining himself quickly as he relaxed in his seat, “I was looking around for
you during the speech, and man I’m happy I managed to catch you.” Dipper’s
breath hitched slightly as he felt Tad’s knee brush against his own and he
found himself looking away, cheeks flushing slightly.
“Y-you were looking for me?” He asked. Tad smiled.
“Of course, I wanted to finish talking with ya since we couldn’t upstairs,” he
shrugged, “Though…you seemed kinda lost in thought.”
“H-hah, yeah…I was kinda zoned out for a bit,” he managed, fingers tapping
softly along the table. Tad hummed, eyes wandering about before he looked down
at the teen.
“I see…should I go then?” He asked, head tilting slightly to the side, “I don’t
want to impose on your brainstorming.” Dipper looked up immediately, missing
the teasing tone in Tad’s voice as he began to protest against his words.
“N-no! Of course not…I was just-er…” he trailed off and blinked in confusion as
Tad laughed a bit, a sound that was soft and pleasing to the ears.
“Kidding, I’m just kidding, Dipper,” The man grinned, “But I’m relieved to hear
your enjoy my company,” He mused. The boy furrowed his brows and looked away,
lips twisting to the side as felt his face heat up. Geez, why was he getting so
flustered over nothing?!
“So, what do you think of Mr. Brady? Pretty okay guy, right?” Tad said. Dipper
nodded, rubbing the back of his neck out of habit.
“Yeah,” He began timidly, “He’s okay…but, his speeches are just way too long,”
he huffed, “I swear; it was like listening to my dad give one of his boring
lectures!” Tad snickered and nodded, clearly entertained by the thought.
“Yup, I hear you on that,” he replied coolly, meeting Dipper’s brown eyes, “Mr.
Brady is a nice guy, but he just has too much to say-and while it’s all very
lovely, it does get very boring, very quickly.”
“Really? Everyone seemed very in tuned with what he had to say,” Dipper said,
scrunching his nose at the memory of the many eyes that stared at Mr. Brady as
though he were a great king. Tad laughed once more, and like his eyes, Dipper
found that he enjoyed listening to it. The rest of the evening went smoothly,
with Dipper chatting with Tad and occasionally both of them laughing at what
the other said or even at a joke made. Dipper found that he was rather enjoying
Tad’s presence, the man made him feel special…important even! Unlike what Bill
had made him feel like during the days that had passed by.
They were currently talking about Tad’s relation to Bill, Dipper had found it
amusing that both men knew each other, despite working in different areas of
their job and being the exact opposites. While Bill worked with drawing in new
customers and creating new ideas for the company that made it bounce everywhere
with excitement, Tad was very organizing and liked things in order. He filed
the company’s folders of data, sales, and other things that made sure
everything was working in tip-top shape together. Of course, both men were fun
and enlightening, but Tad’s fun was concealed with safety, while Bill just
threw all caution to wind and had fun in his own, interesting ways.
“Me and Ol’ Billy boy met way back in our childhood years,” Tad said, taking a
sip of his water, “Our parents were close friends, so we were always forced to
play with each other. Of course, Bill was always going out to do stupid,
dangerous things, but I preferred to do homework and well, things that kids
should’ve been doing, but didn’t,” he smiled. Dipper snorted, figures Bill
would be carefree in his younger years just as he was now. The boy wondered if
he also broke a ton of hearts like he did with him.
“Anyways, I was always known as a “square” to Bill,” Tad said, making air
quotes with his hands, “The man usually picked on me, but somehow we became
frenemies. He’d come over and hang out with me at my house and we would do our
homework together,” Tad looked at Dipper then and gave a smile, “Despite his
bad habits, Bill was a smart person. We would work on projects together and
create robots and such. We were good friends, at least until…” For a moment,
the happiness in Tad’s eyes seemed to have been sucked away, and a hurtful
expression had ghosted across his features, an expression that Dipper found all
too similar with his own. He felt his heart pang painfully and the need to hug
the man suddenly grew in him. Confused by the strange emotion, Dipper merely
placed a hand on Tad’s forearm and he gave him a small comforting smile. Tad
stared at him for a moment, a sort of fondness filling his eyes and he opened
his mouth to speak, but nothing could come out, so instead he just returned
Dipper’s smile. And the younger male found it amazing to have someone smile at
him like that. No one had ever smiled at him like that before. A small,
intimate had passed between the two males. A moment of understanding that made
them feel connected. But it was short lived and didn’t last because Bill
suddenly appeared and interrupted the small, peaceful moment they had shared.
Dipper immediately pulled his arm away and Tad’s face became unreadable for the
time being.
“Well, well!” Bill chirped, “What a surprise yet again,” The man mused, though
his tone depicted otherwise, “Tad Strange, what brings you around ol’ Pine Tree
once more?” The man asked, eyes flashing for a moment. Tad quirked an eyebrow
and gave a snort.
“Relax, Bill,” He smiled, “I was just properly greeting him. After all, it was
a rather rushed hello earlier.”
The man didn’t seemed convinced, but he nodded anyways and placed a hand on
Dipper’s shoulder. The boy tensed, the area tingling slightly and making his
heart skip a couple more beats than normal. Bill’s hand felt warm against his
covered shoulder, and he wished he hadn’t stopped their moment earlier
upstairs. “Sorry if I’m rushing it once more,” Bill began, “But, I would like
Dipper to meet Mr. Brady, I’m sure he would like a moment to stretch his legs,”
Bill teased, squeezing Dipper’s shoulder almost gently. The boy nearly swooned
under the soft touch and he found himself complying easily, if only to have
Bill’s soothing touch calm him.
“O-of course,” The boy replied meekly, standing up. He looked to Tad, feeling
bad about the sudden rush of leaving, but he really wanted to be held by Bill,
even if it wasn’t in the way he desired, “I’m sorry, Tad,” he said quietly. Tad
seemed to understand and he gave an easy-going smile. Bill relaxed slightly,
his grip loosening as he slowly walked away from Dipper, standing a small feet
away from him and waiting for him to say goodbye.
“Well, no worries,” Tad said, getting up from his seat, “It is getting rather
late, and I’ve got an early flight to catch in the morning,” he said. Dipper
blinked in surprise.
“An early flight?” He repeated, “To where?”
Tad gave a sad smile, “To my hometown,” he said, “Gravity Falls, Oregon. I only
came here on account of this gathering, so I hadn’t planned to stay very long,”
he shrugged. Dipper felt disappointed that this would be the first and last
time he ever saw Tad. He had felt like he was just starting to make a friend,
someone he could connect with on a much more different level than anyone else.
Though, the familiar name struck a chord with him.
“Gravity Falls?” He said, “I have some family over there…maybe if I go down, we
can meet up?” He asked hopefully. Tad chuckled and ruffled his hair.
“Tel you what,” he began, “I’m coming back down here in a few weeks for a small
meeting with Mr. Brady at the corporation, and I’ll even stay an extra few days
or even another week so that we can hang out, deal?” He asked, before pausing
and then speaking again, “Of course, with parental consent.”
Dipper seemed to perk up and he nodded eagerly, “Yeah! I know this great
milkshake place we could go to,” he said. Tad sucked in his bottom lip for a
moment before giving a sheepish smile.
“I’m actually lactose intolerant,” he said, scratching the back of his head.
“Oh…well how about a sandwich place then?”
“Sounds great!” Tad replied, “I love bread,” he said, eyes going wide, “I
really love bread.”
Dipper snorted and punched his shoulder playfully, an action that didn’t go
unnoticed by Bill, “I don’t know about you being a ‘square’ Tad,” He said,
“You’re turning out to be very, very strange.” Tad beamed at the pun and gave a
laugh.
“That’s my name!” The man said, before giving one last ruffle to Dipper’s hair.
This time, Bill’s eyes narrowed in on the action he began walking back over to
them, not liking the way they both seemed to act very close to each other.
Especially with how happy Dipper was being around Tad. Something about it just
rubbed it the wrong way and he felt a desirable need to end it before anything
could begin.
Tad reached into his shirt’s pocket and pulled out a crisp, white card. He
handed it to Dipper, who took it like it was a fragile artifact being handed to
him. He looked it over and felt his lips twitch up into smile as he read over
the letters and numbers written on the card.
“To keep in touch,” Tad said, “See ya in a few weeks,” the man said, preparing
to walk off, but not before turning around and leaning forwards, his mouth
brushing against Dipper’s ears as he whispered something silently into his
ears. Dipper’s eyes widened and when Tad pulled away, he was staring at him
with wide eyes. The man simply smiled, having expected that reaction and gave
him a farewell before disappearing into the crowd of workers.
Dipper watched him go, jumping out of his trance as he felt Bill’s hand snap
him out of his daze. He looked up at the man, seeing the way his face was drawn
up in a displeased manner as he watched Tad walk off. The boy quickly tucked
the card away and leaned in towards Bill, and to his surprise, Bill let him. He
wrapped his arm around the boy’s shoulders in a comforting manner and guided
him away from the table, his hand gently rubbing up and down along the teen’s
arm. Dipper sighed at the gentle touch, his heart beating softly as he walked
beside the man he loved, Tad’s words repeating over and over in his head.
The hardest part about loving someone you shouldn’t, is finding the strength to
let them go.
 
 
Three days had passed since the party and everything had slowly revolved to
going back to normal. Well, as normal as it could get if you were Dipper Pines,
anyways. The said boy was currently in the woods, his mind wandering to carious
different things. Bill. School. Tad. His trigonometry homework. Bill. Tad.
Tad. Bill.
Tad.
Bill.
The boy groaned tiredly. It was bad enough with having one person taking over
his mind, but now he had two and it was frustrating. For one thing, he was
dying and craving for Bill’s touch, he needed Bill’s touch. The man’s smile and
laugh wasn’t enough. He wanted physical contact from him. But the way Bill had
been so careless at his boss’ party made him hesitant to go back. Would Bill
stop if he told him to this time? Would there even been another time? Did he
want there to be another time?
“Ugh! I don’t know!” he said out loud, hands running down over his face.
Then, there was Tad. A strange man whom he had only met three days ago but felt
like they had known each other months, years even! And the weird emotions that
he was developing around the man? The teen felt another roll of frustration
being added to his long growing pile. Everything was just so mixed up and he
hated how he found himself getting excited for Tad’s return.
Dipper felt confused, horribly confused. It was like god was purposefully
adding problems to his list. Problems that he wasn’t ready to face. Problems
that he knew he shouldn’t even be going through! At least, not in this way. He
sighed angrily and stopped walking. He let himself drop down to the ground
where he was and he just laid there on the forest floor, thinking angrily over
his life.
Why couldn’t he be like his sister? Swooning over people his own age and having
relationship problems like a normal teen would. Why couldn’t he be normal? Why
was he made so differently? Was it a curse? Was it because of his stupid
birthmark? Was it a signal to the world that he was the one that is supposed to
get the hard problems?
He felt like crying and throwing a tantrum, but at the same time he felt like
screaming and punching a hole in the wall. Or better yet Bill’s face. Maybe
even God’s…
Blowing air past his lips, he stared up at the pink and purple sky above. A
cool breeze gently flitted by and ruffled the leaves of the trees around him.
He watched as one, orange leaf blew by and he sighed, thinking of how similar
his life was to that leaf that was being blown away carelessly by the wind,
unknowing of where it was going to go or where it would land. The teen chuckled
at thought. I feel ya little leaf, he sighed. I feel ya.
Soft footsteps had him opening his eyes and he tilted his head back to see who
it was. It was Mabel. His twin smiled at him once she noticed that he had
spotted her. She quickly sped up her walking and plopped down next to him once
she had reached him. Dipper stared at her, still lying down on the ground
before cocking an eyebrow up.
“Whatcha doing here, sis?” He asked. Mabel tossed him a knowing look and
clicked her tongue.
“Don’t give me that,” She said, “I know you only come here when you’re really
struggling with something, and the answer won’t come to you by yourself, ya
know,” She said.
Dipper shrugged, “Maybe…but being alone helps,” He sighed. Mabel stuck out her
tongue.
“Oh, stop trying to be a lone wolf,” She teased, “it’s totally not your style,”
She smiled, scooting forwards so that she could be matching Dipper’s height as
she laid down beside him, her head aligned with his own. Dipper snorted and
stared back up at the sky. His sister had a point, being by himself was
definitely not helping and if anything, it was making him more confused about
everything. He chewed on the inside of his cheek and tapped his finger along
his the ground as he thought. Mabel watched him, frowning a bit when she saw
him bite his lip, “Wanna talk about it?” She asked. She watched as her
brother’s body became tense and his lips formed into a thin straight line.
Dipper immediately shook his head and let out a strong breath through his nose.
At his silence, she continued on, hoping to urge him to let her in, “Are you
sure?” She asked, “Y’know I care right? I know you’re hurting Dipper; won’t you
please let me in?” Mabel’s voice sounded raw with emotion as she practically
pleaded with her brother, “I promise talking about it will help.”
Dipper bit his tongue at the tone in Mabel’s voice and he almost wanted to let
out all his secrets, but the thought of what she would think of him, made him
hold it all back. So he shook his head, refusing to let her into his messed up
life so that he wouldn’t lose her too, “No…not now…” He said quietly, keeping
his eyes glued to the sky so he couldn’t see the hurt flash in his sister’s
eyes. Mabel nodded, swallowing the lump of hurt forming in her throat.
A hushed silence lingered around them as both siblings remained quiet and just
listened to the sound of nature around them. Various insects buzzed about and
small sounds of barking could be heard in the distance from the nearby houses.
It was so peaceful with Mabel there and with his problems being silent for
once, Dipper actually felt sleep enter his system. He gave a soft yawn and
Mabel looked over to see him falling in and out of consciousness. She wanted to
wake him up, knowing that they should be heading home, but she didn’t have the
heart to deny her brother of such sleep. She knew he hadn’t slept in a long
time. The answer was written in the bags underneath his eyes that he tried and
failed to hide from her. It made her feel terrible to know that he was
suffering in silence over something she couldn’t fix. Or rather a problem he
wouldn’t let her fix.
But she wanted to. She wanted to peel back Dipper’s shell and uproot the
problems that plagued her brother’s mind. She wanted to help him dissect them
so that they could both get to the bottom of whatever it was that bugging him
so that he could stop hurting so much. She sighed, eyes blurring over with
tears before she blinked them away. She looked over Dipper’s soft features,
watching his eyes flutter close for one last time before his breathing slowed
down. She looked down at his hand and over his fingers. She could see the bits
of skin he had bit off near the fingertips, a bad habit he could never get rid
of because of how nervous he always seemed to be. She tried getting him to
stop, and it worked, but whenever things would get to heavy or complicated, the
habit kicked up again and it made her worry that he would bite too deep and end
up hurting himself. It was almost as bad as his habit of biting his lip.
“Oh, Dipping Sauce,” She sighed, looking up at the sky, “When are you going to
stop shutting me out?”
As she laid there beside him, a sudden thought struck her and she grinned. She
knew exactly what to do! But it would take time to plan out and she’d have to
tell her mom and Bill about it soon. But not now.
For now, she would let Dipper sleep until the sky grew dark. And then, she
could start patching him up.
Chapter End Notes
     ₍₍ ◝(●˙꒳˙●)◜ ₎₎ Aaah, good ol' Mabel coming to the rescue! Can't wait
     to see what she has in store for Dipper!!
     And that Tad fellow, doesn't he seem nice? Maybe too nice...
     Apologies for any grammar errors!!
      
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***** A Good Plan Gone Wrong *****
Chapter Notes
     ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д`ﾟ)ﾟ｡ Apologies for this being so late! School just started for
     me and I've working to get situated with everything, so my schedule
     got all out of wack! I hope this was worth the wait though!!
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Mabel smiled giddily as she helped her mom prepare dinner. Her cheeks were
starting to hurt from the insistent smile that wouldn’t go away. She hummed a
small song under breath as she sliced and diced a perfectly red tomato. Her mom
was glancing to her from the side, eyebrows raised up in slight amusement and
concern at her daughter’s display of happiness.
“Geez, Mabel, you act as though we haven’t had a family night in forever,”
Charlotte teased. Mabel snorted, setting aside the chopped tomato bits and
moved to wash the lettuce. It was a Thursday and she had dubbed this day as
family night and the meal that was being served was none other than Dipper’s
favorite: chalupas!
“Well, technically we haven’t! And I’m really excited about this one!” She
chirped, “Dipper’s been acting funny lately…and I figured having a fun night of
games and Ghost show marathons might help cool off his angst, ya know?”
Charlotte raised an eyebrow, “You’ve noticed too, huh?” She said softly, giving
a sigh as she stirred the meat that was currently sizzling in a pan, “It seems
that ever since we left for your art exhibit, he’s been acting off.”
“Especially around Bill,” Mabel said quietly, eyes staring into the leafy
lettuce she was chopping.
“What was that, hon?”
“Oh…nothing,” Mabel said, blinking back to reality. Charlotte gave her a
strange look, but made no further comment as she set the meat pan aside and
began cooking their leftover beans to make them refried. While she did this,
Mabel went back to her own musings, thinking over the dark mood that had her
brother slowly withdrawing from them. It was true when she said that his
behavior had really only kicked up when he was near Bill. She noticed the side
glances he would give the older man, and she would wonder to herself if
something had happened between them. Something that shouldn’t have.
She gave out a small hiss as she cut herself with the knife in her hand. The
small nick on her thumb was slowly starting to bleed red and she frowned.
Placing the knife down, she moved towards the sink and turned on the faucet,
letting the cool water soothe her wound. As she watched the water run down the
drain, her thoughts returned and she couldn’t help but ponder if something
really did happen between Dipper and Bill. But what?
What would be the cause of Dipper’s sudden anger when he would catch Bill
snuggling up to their mom? What would be the reason behind the soft, longing
looks her brother would toss to the man? Why was Dipper acting as though he had
a giant cru-
“MABEL!”
The teen snapped out of her thoughts immediately, her train of thought losing
focus as she was jerked back away from the sink. She blinked in confusion,
holding onto her bleeding thumb and looking up at her mom, who was quick to
shut off the water. The girl shivered and realized that her shirt was wet just
below her tummy and she stared back at it with confusion. She looked to the
sink and saw her mom hurriedly grabbing paper towels and cotton towels alike as
she began cleaning up the spilt water that had gotten everywhere. Before she
could ask how something like that could’ve even happened, she realized that the
sink’s moveable faucet had been right above the ledge that separated the small
side of the sink form the big. There was water along that ledge was trickling
down the sides to the floor and along the counter top there.
“O-oh geez, mom I’m sorry,” She said, quickly moving to assist her mom.
Charlotte sighed, scooting back to allow her daughter to finish cleaning the
rest.
“It’s fine, I’m just…surprised. What on earth were you thinking about that had
you so distracted?” She asked. Mabel didn’t speak, but she continued cleaning
up the liquid. What could she say to her mom? That she was thinking about how
Dipper’s symptoms were a lot like a teen girl in love? Or in this case, a teen
boy in love with their mom’s boyfriend? She would’ve laughed if she could’ve.
“Nothing…I was just wondering if Dipper would appreciate this. I mean, he’s
been so glum lately, do you think he’d enjoy this at all?” Mabel hated lying,
she hated the way the guilt would sink over her at not telling the truth, but
this had to be made a special occasion since she knew that she couldn’t just
tell her mom something that wasn’t even remotely true.
Right?
Charlotte clicked her tongue and sighed, moving forwards to embrace Mabel. She
gave a soft chuckle and kissed her head reassuringly, “I’m sure he’d love it.
Now c’mon, he’ll be home soon from that silly paranormal club of his and I’d
like to have dinner prepared so that we can have time to play games.”
Mabel smiled and hugged her mom back, “Aye, aye captain!” She chortled,
happily.
But it was hard to do anything when she had that tiny little voice in the back
of her mind telling her that she was closer to the answer than she had
originally thought.
 
 * * *
Dipper had a problem. A huge problem.
Over the past couple of days he had become obsessed with talking to Tad. He
didn’t have a clue as to why, but every time his phone would jingle or buzz he
was always eager to see if it was from the older man. It was a bad habit he had
started forming, but a part of him assumed it was because Tad was the only one
he could talk to about his troubles at the moment. Sure he had his sister and
not to mention his mom, but the topic of the conversation was one that Dipper
would rather he keep hidden from his sister and mom. Plus, Tad had told Dipper
that he and Bill had been together for a while back in their youth, and the
older was willing to share some secrets about the said man and provide Dipper
with a better insight than Bill ever possibly could.
His phone buzzed in his back pocket and he felt his heart jolt with excitement.
Reaching back to pull his phone from where it was, he quickly unlocked it and
read over the message. His eyes widened at the bold words, his smile spreading
into one of pure joy.
TXT from Mr. Strange: Wow, school sounds tough. But I know something that’ll
cheer you up! My meeting got moved up and I’ll be heading to Piedmont tomorrow,
want to meet up some time after school?
Dipper’s eyes retraced over the text once, then twice, and finally three times
before he paused mid-step and bounced with excitement. Loud squeals poured from
his mouth and he bit his lip to help keep them in check. He immediately began
replying back hurriedly, his thumbs moving quickly as he tried to stop
bouncing.
‘ Of course I do! But it’d have to be around five or six since I need to finish
my homework first. But after that, yes! How long will you be in town? Where
should we meet??
After sending the message, Dipper realized he must’ve sounded like an excited
fangirl. He felt the tips of his ears grow warm and he suddenly felt awkward
about the forward reply. Perhaps he should’ve reread it beforehand. He didn’t
dwell on it too long, however, as his phone buzzed again.
TXT from Mr. Strange: Didn’t know you’d be so excited about this. My meetings
are during your school hours, so that should work. As to where we should meet
up, why don’t you decide? I bet you know some great places since you live here.
Dipper bit his lip, where should they meet up? The arcade? Nah, too childish.
His favorite café shop? Definitely not, it’s way too professional. Then it hit
him. Eyes widening slightly, he looked around the wooded area he stood in. He
was at least a block away from home and he felt safer in the woods than out
where people could spy. Perhaps he could bring a small picnic basket and they
could eat while they talked. He traced the phone’s keypad with his thumbs
gently and sighed.
Would Tad think it was too sneaky? Probably. Would he feel comfortable being
alone with him? Dipper was only sixteen and Tad was around Bill’s age. He
groaned at the familiar scenario and wanted to curse his luck.
TXT from Mr. Strange: Do you want me to think of a place instead? I’m sure I
could look up something cool for us.
Dipper was brought back to reality at the buzz and he blushed at how lost in
thought he became. Sucking in a deep breath, he decided to put his decision to
the test.
Reply to Mr. Strange: No, no! I’ve got the perfect place. Meet me outside of
Triangulum Suburbs on Fifth Street. I hope you like the outsides.
With that, he tucked his phone away and adjusted his backpack along his
shoulders. A soft smile was spread over his lips and practically ran all the
way home. He was so excited for tomorrow, it was like he was going on a date!
He suddenly tripped over his own feet and fell to the ground, crashing down and
scraping his chin. He stayed frozen, not even registering the pain as his eyes
slowly began to widen. Oh god, was he going on a date with Tad?
Was he going out with Tad? Did tomorrow count as a date?!
He shakily got up and rested on his knees, his breathing heavy from his recent
sprint. His mind was spinning and he suddenly got a nervous feeling in his
stomach. He slowly breathed in, trying to get him to relax. Tomorrow couldn’t
have been a date because they were just friends. He hardly knew Tad and there
was no way he’d fall for him when he was in love with Bill. His heart skipped a
beat as an image of his mom’s boyfriend flashed into his mind. How would Bill
feel about this? If he found out would he be angry? Jealous?
Dipper scoffed to himself and stood up, dusting his pants free of the leaves
and dirt that had clung to it. Of course Bill wouldn’t be angry or jealous. The
man would probably feel relieved that he wasn’t hung up over him. Dipper
slumped his shoulders and hung his head down. What was he even thinking? Why
should he care what Bill would feel? Shouldn’t he be doing this because he
genuinely wanted to hang with Tad? The man seemed to understand him and was
willing to help him. Tad was really nice, a bit strange at times, but other
than that, he was normal and a great friend to Dipper. And tomorrow was going
to be a great hangout and nothing more.
Arriving home, Dipper was greeted with the scent of beans and cheese. His
stomach growled at the familiar smell and he grew excited. Were they having
chalupas? It was a rare treat for him since his mother rarely ever made beans,
but to know that they were eating today, really made him perk up. First he
found out Tad was coming in early and now they were eating his favorite meal,
today was shaping up to be a really good day despite the horrible time he had
at school.
Dumping his backpack beside the wall near the door and removing his shoes,
Dipper walked in and took in a deep breath through his nose before breathing
out, “I’m home!” He called out, alerting whoever might be nearby as he turned
to lock the front door. When he face forward again, he nearly jumped when he
was met by Bill. The man was standing close to him, way too close. Dipper could
smell that aphrodisiac cologne that clung to Bill like spider web and the
teen’s heart felt like it was going to burst. It was too much, his scent was
too much. Bill was too much.
“How was school?” The man asked, though it sounded more like a purr. Dipper
tensed, his breath hitching as he held back the whimper that wanted to come
out.
He swallowed, eyes staring up into Bill’s dark ones, “I-it was fine,” he
stuttered, cringing at the small crack his voice made. The older man’s lips
curved up and Dipper saw his tongue swipe across his bottom lip, making them
glisten. Was Bill teasing him?
“You sure?” Bill asked, placing one hand beside Dipper’s face and leaning in so
that their noses were touching softly. The teen would be lying if he said he
wasn’t both scared and aroused by this scenario.
“Of course I am,” he replied back, pressing himself further against the door as
he felt the fingers of Bill’s free hand caress his cheek gently. The action
made Dipper gasp at the soft tingle they created against his skin and he
involuntarily closed his eyes, before snapping them open and hissing as he felt
Bill’s cold fingers brush along his chin and he suddenly remembered that he had
scraped himself falling.
“How’d that happen?” Bill’s eyes held a pinch of protectiveness in them and
concern, something that struck Dipper by surprise since the emotion was on a
much more different level than just parental concern.
“I fell,” He stated flatly, staring quizzically at the man, “Why do you have
that-aah,” he gasped softly, eyes squeezing shut. Bill had suddenly leaned
forward and brushed his lips over the wound before running his wet tongue over
it. Dipper bit his bottom lip at the small trills o pleasure that sparked
through the pain caused by Bill’s hot tongue. The man pulled back slowly,
placing one last chaste kiss on it before meeting Dipper’s flushed face. The
loss of contact made Dipper ache and he slowly fluttered his eyes open, meeting
the lustful gaze of Bill.
“W-why’d you do that?” The teen asked, slightly dazed. Bill’s lips twitched up
and he leaned forward, lips hovering over Dipper’s and barely just ghosting
over them.
“Kisses make things feel better, right?” The man smiled.
“Are you going to kiss me?”
The question went unanswered as footsteps ran down the steps, destroying the
intimacy that had rested above the two males. Bill pulled away and straightened
himself, his looks of his hunger replaced with an undefinable one. Meanwhile,
Dipper had a harder time thinking straight. His mind was still foggy with need
and he tried to get himself to look less…aroused and more normal. He wiped his
chin gently, feeling the dampness of the drying saliva from Bill’s tongue and
the small droplets of blood the scrape was still making. He would’ve felt
disgusted had he not actually enjoyed that.
But why did Bill do that?
“Dipper!” Mabel squealed as he approached them, “You’re finally home! How was
the paranormal club-wait! What happened to your chin?”
His sister ran forward and looked over the wound. She frowned and tilted
Dipper’s head back slightly, she clicked her tongue, “We really are twins,
huh?” She chuckled, letting Dipper go. The teen quirked an eyebrow before Mabel
held up her bandaged thumb, “Tada! I’ve got my own scar of the day!” She
grinned. Dipper snorted.
“I thought you weren’t allowed near knives,” he teased and Mabel slapped his
shoulder playfully.
“Oh I am wounded! Here I was working over a chopping board to chop tomatoes for
your chalupas and this is the thanks I get? The nerve!” She said, but her face
was all smiles. She glanced back at Bill, a strange look in her eyes as the man
made eye contact with her, “You didn’t tell him anything, did you?” She asked,
squinting her eyes playfully at him. Bill snickered and placed his hands behind
his back.
“Of course not, Shooting Star,” He smiled, “This was your idea.”
“Idea? Oh no, what did you plan?” Dipper asked, looking between Bill and his
sister.
“Why don’t we go eat dinner and find out?” His sister grinned.
Entering the living room, Dipper’s eyes widened to see the place decked out in
a sci-fi, paranormal theme. Green and black streamers hung about and grey-
silver balloons were lying about. On the TV was a rerun of Dipper’s favorite
ghost show: Ghost Harassers.
“Whoah, Mabel, what’s all this for?” Dipper asked, turning to his twin. His
sister was standing proudly with her hands on her hips, behind her, their
mother appeared and she was watching with a happy expression as she walked
towards them.
“It’s for you, broseph!” She chortled, “Mom and I noticed you’ve been feeling
bad lately, so I thought we could help cheer ya up with a family night!”
Dipper felt taken aback, he didn’t think his sister or mom had noticed. He
thought he had done a pretty good job of pretending. But, he should’ve known.
Nothing could get passed Mabel’s ever watching eyes and his mother’s
attentiveness. He gave a faint chuckle, “I love this,” he said, sincerely,
“Now, can we eat? Those chalupas are calling my name!”
Charlotte chuckled and moved to wrap an arm around Dipper’s shoulders, “Of
course! The sooner we eat, the sooner we can get to watching that marathon!”
 
* * *
Dinner passed without incident, and Dipper had never felt more at peace than he
had in that moment. The whole table was filled with life and everything felt
normal. There were no love problems with Bill, there wasn’t any confusion over
Tad, and no secrets from his sister and mother during this time. Everything was
wonderful and as Dipper bit into his food, he felt like a regular teen once
again.
But, he should’ve known that life had a way of bringing him back down.
After dinner, they all relaxed in front of the TV. Bill and his mother were
sitting on the loveseat, side by side and curled against each other in a
comfortable manner, while Dipper and Mabel were lounging on the couch. Dipper
felt his phone buzzed and he forgot that he was still waiting for a text from
Tad. He eagerly pulled out his phone and read over it, remembering that he
still needed to ask his mom permission. He bit his lip, this was always the
hard part.
“Hey, mom?” Dipper called out. Charlotte looked up and faced her son.
“Yes, hon?”
“Is it okay if I hang out with a friend tomorrow after school?”
Bill’s eyes suddenly snapped towards him.
Charlotte raised an eyebrow, “I don’t see why not, where are you going to be
at?”
“Over in the woods, we’re gonna check out the constellations,” he said as
calmly as he could. Charlotte mulled it over, apprehension in her eyes. Dipper
could feel Bill staring holes into his head and he prayed that he wouldn’t have
to say the name of who it was.
“Who’s the friend?” Should’ve known, Dipper thought dryly.
“He’s a new kid,” Dipper began. Soon Mabel had joined in the staring contest
and she stared with surprise.
“I don’t remember there being any new kid in school, besides the one if first
block,” She said. Dipper quickly dug around in his head before answering.
“That’s because he’s in my paranormal club. Just joined today,” Dipper said
went on. Mabel stared at him skeptically.
“What’s his name?”
“Tad.” Dipper nearly cursed out loud at the impulsive reply, and he watched as
Bill nearly choked on his own spit. The man was staring with complete and utter
surprise at Dipper and the boy felt the need to hug his knees close to his
chest.
“Tad?” Mabel said, “Strange name,” She murmured. Dipper would’ve laughed at the
use of Tad’s last name from his sister, but was his mouth was glued shut as his
eyes remained staring at Bill’s. Charlotte raised both her eyebrows and looked
towards Bill.
“How peculiar,” She said, “Bill, wasn’t there a Tad who worked with you?”
“Yes,” Bill strained, “There is. How strange that Dipper would meet one at his
own school.” His tone was laced with knowing, and Dipper wanted to sink into
the couch and disappear. The jealousy he had seen in Bill a while back had
returned and he wondered if Bill was really bothered by this than he let on.
“H-he,” Dipper began nervously, “Must be a weird happenstance or something…but
moving on from that, can I hang out with him tomorrow after school?” Charlotte
shrugged and gave a small smile.
“I don’t see why not, but make sure your homework is done before you do
anything. It may be a Friday, but you’re very forgetful sometimes.”
Dipper felt elation and relief sweep through him from bottom to top and he
nodded, a smile gracing his features, “Of course! Thanks!”
It would’ve ended there, but something had gotten into Bill and the man felt
the need to press further in on the matter, “What’s his last name?”
That got everyone’s attention and Dipper felt his heart freeze. He slowly
turned his head to Bill and stared with surprise at the cold tone underlying
his normal façade. “W-what?” He strained.
“His last name, what is it?”
“Bill, that doesn’t really matter,” Charlotte said, feeling a tension start to
rise, “Let’s cause any drama, please.”
“But, Charl, I’m genuinely interested,” Bill said, glancing at his girlfriend,
“I mean, a name like Tad is just so rare, so his last name should be too,
right?”
Dipper felt his mouth go dry at the way Bill was blatantly trying to expose
him. Why did it matter so much to him? What was he trying to prove ore even
do?! “W-well yeah…it is rare, and also h-hard to pronounce, y-ya know?”
“Oh? Does he come from some weird town or something?” Bill shot back. Charlotte
placed a hand on Bill’s shoulder.
“Bill, what are you doing?” She asked, voice getting sterner by the second.
“I’m not doing anything! I just want to know,” Bill replied back, eyes still
trained on Dipper. Mabel sat uncomfortable in between them, her eyes shifting
between Dipper and Bill and she swallowed, a small memory stirring up in her
head.
“W-we should get back to watching the program,” She said, her voice breaking
the tense silence, “I-I mean, this is supposed to be a fun night. Remember
dinner? Remember that happy mood?” She tried.
Bill ignored her and was now glaring daggers at Dipper, “Well, Pine Tree?” Bill
asked through gritted teeth and a fake smile.
Dipper’s heart was beating, his mind was reeling and he felt his whole face
grow warm. He was stuck in turmoil of trying to get Bill off of his back and
thinking of a fake last name. But all that came to a halt when he heard the way
Bill had said his nickname. The coldness in Bill’s tone was overwhelming and
suddenly Dipper felt torn and angry. What right did Bill have in meddling in
his affairs? The man certainly didn’t give a damn before when Mabel and his mom
weren’t here. He swallowed the lump in his throat, but it only made it worse
and tears began to blur his vision. Feeling trapped and on the verge of
panicking, he said the first thing that came out of his mind.
“I don’t know!” He had practically shouted it as he jumped to his feet and ran
out of the living room. Mabel stood up and followed after him.
“Dipper! Wait!” She called out, “Broski! Where’re you going? Don’t you want to
stay for family night? We were having such a great time!”
Dipper paused as he reached the stairs and turned back to his sister, his eyes
were glossy and Mabel had never seen him look so vulnerable, “I-I’m sorry…I
really did love it, but I…I’m tired,” he choked out before storming up the
stairs quickly and slamming his door shut.
Mabel winced and stared after where her brother had disappeared. She waited a
few moments before turning to go back to the living room. Her vision blurred
and she stayed in the doorway as she looked right at Bill, “W-why did you do
that?” She said softly, tears began slowly sliding down her face, “We were all
having fun! Why would you pull that stupid crap?!” She felt so angry…how could
Bill had done that? Why did he have to spoil the moment? Was it…was it because
of jealousy? Was Bill jealous of Dipper hanging out with someone else after
what happened earlier in front of the front door? The memory came back again
and she once more saw Dipper and Bill pressed up against each other, the way
they were whispering and being so close…what was happening between them? What
was going on?!
Bill’s expression had softened the moment he saw Mabel crying. He felt guilt
rise up over the rage he had felt and he swallowed, “Sh-Shooting Star, I-
I didn’t mean-,”
“I hope you’re happy!” She bellowed at the man, eyes burning with frustration,
confusion, and hurt. That was the last thing she said before turning and
running up the stairs, her brain not being able to handle any more of this
drama. Bill stared in shock and felt like an idiot. Why had he done that? Why
did he have to be such a douche? The TV turned off and he looked to see that
Charlotte had begun cleaning up the mess.
“Charlotte, I’m truly sorry about this,” he said solemnly. She didn’t look at
him, instead she just sighed and stopped.
“Mabel was really hoping this would work,” She said quietly, “Dipper had been
so upset the past month; she really wanted to cheer him up…” With nothing else
to say, she left the room. But Bill could see the tears that dripped off her
chin as she disappeared into the kitchen, most likely to make some tea and
cookies for her kids.
He sank back against the seat and looked up at the ceiling, “I really am a
jerk,” he muttered.
Chapter End Notes
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***** Memories and The Date Part I *****
Chapter Summary
     Get a glimpse of Charlotte's thoughts, and then Dipper's and Tad's
     date!
Chapter Notes
     Man this is long overdo! I'm sorry guys!!! This is really long by the
     way.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
That day her life fell apart was a day that Charlotte would never forget. It
was a terrible memory that her mind would forever hold in the deepest corner of
her mind.
Before though, her and Shermie had already been falling apart and she knew that
their marriage was already failing, but they somehow made it work for their
kids. Though she strongly believed that their arguing was only a rough patch,
never would she have guessed that Shermie was seeing someone on the side. In
fact, she may have never known or figured it out had the other woman never come
by.
But she did, and Charlotte remembered every waking moment of it.
She remembered that she had been cooking dinner, Dipper and Mabel were watching
cartoons in the living room and Shermie was sitting at the table working
through bills. It had been a good day for them. The house was actually peaceful
and in the moment everything felt alright. She had paused in her cooking to
look over at Shermie, the man’s shoulders were hunched forward, his head bent
down and his right hand moving as he wrote. His dark caramel hair hung low and
she felt the strangest urge to run her hands through it like she used to. But
she didn’t, mostly out of fear that she might ruin the peace. So she left it at
that and returned to cooking. But she was surprised when not even a minute
later, arms wrapped around her waist and a chin rested along the crook of her
neck. She could smell the familiar scent of her husband, his body heat making
her feel safe and relieved. A chaste kiss was placed along her skin and she
nearly felt like crying. Shermie hadn’t been that gentle with her since their
falling out nearly five months ago.
“I’m sorry,” the man whispered against her skin. She froze, eyes widening and
her breathing hitching. Charlotte let the spoon rest against the side of the
pan in front of her. She turned around, eyes shining as she felt the
forgiveness in her heart rise up to her mouth. She had cradled his face in
between her hands and she had pulled him close. Everything had felt alright,
they were alright. But just as the words were about to come pouring out of her
lips to tell him, the doorbell rang. She had noticed the way Shermie tensed up,
the way his eyes held worry and fear. He had pulled away quickly, the warmth
leaving Charlotte immediately and leaving her cold. Cold, cold, cold.
“Mom! There’s some lady at the door,” Mabel said, running into the kitchen with
her brother tailing right behind her. There was worry in their eyes and
Charlotte made a move for them.
“She said she had something to tell you and daddy,” Dipper finally spoke up,
his brown eyes holding something that was unreadable. Charlotte thought that it
could’ve been a neighbor or something, but there was a small trickling feeling
of dread in her gut, a thought that made her blood run cold. The way Shermie
had tensed and withdrew from her left a sour taste in her mouth and then, as if
a switch had clicked, it all seemed to make sense and she knew, she knew that
that woman was the cause behind the failing in her marriage. Walking towards
the two fourteen year olds, she wrapped an arm around both their shoulders and
turned to Shermie.
“Well, let’s not keep her waiting then,” She spoke, but her voice was growing
emotionless, her heart was pounding hard against her chest, like an animal
trying to break out of their cage. She ushered the kids upstairs, brushing her
hair behind her ears and taking in a deep breath. “Who is she?” She asked, eyes
watering the moment the kids were out of earshot. Shermie said nothing, instead
walking towards the door and letting the woman in.
It was that moment that Charlotte chose to turn around and the sight she saw
nearly broke her. A young woman, around her twenties, was standing next to her
husband. The woman was a good inch taller than her, her dark, shiny auburn hair
reaching down the sides of her chest. She had a round face and a button nose.
Her eyes were a lovely shade of blue and green, and her lips shining with red
lipstick and gloss. The woman wore a simple red dress that went down to her
knees and it suited her figure quite well, were it not for one thing. it wasn’t
her looks that had Charlotte feeling so betrayed and torn, no, what did it for
her was what the dress revealed, and that was the woman’s protruding stomach
that peeked through. A lump formed in her throat as she watched Shermie place a
hand over the woman’s belly, much like he had done when she was having Mabel
and Dipper. And the scene was so strong, so familiar and so gut-wrenching that
the realization of that secret coming to light hit her so hard like a freight
train that it had her toppling over.
Nothing had been the same after that.
Most people, when finding out their significant other had been cheating on
them, expect things to turn out like they do in the TV shows or movies. They
expect the whole drama of yelling, screaming, lashing out. But at the moment,
Charlotte couldn’t feel anything but coldness and numbing shock.
When she had toppled over, her husband had come running towards her to help her
up, and she let him. Her mind still busy trying to comprehend the situation to
care. When she was able to bring herself back, she was sitting in her armchair.
Shermie and the woman sat on the couch. Charlotte stared for a while back,
mouth moving but no words forming. Then, slowly, and quietly, she spoke a soft,
“How long?”
Shermie looked down at his hands in disappointment, “About three years…”
That made her cry. For three long years Shermie had been seeing this woman, for
three long years she had believed that their marriage would’ve been strong
enough to overcome anything. For three long years she had been clinging to the
belief that she had nothing to worry about. Boy she was wrong.
“I’m sorry, Charlotte,” Shermie tried, but the said woman wasn’t listening. As
she bawled her eyes out, the only thought she could even think about was their
kids. And the anger that her husband had gone seeking another companion and
having a child with them, made her bitter.
“You have two children here, Shermie,” She sobbed brokenly, “You have two
beautiful children here, w-why would you betray them like this? Aren’t they
enough for you? Don’t you love them?”
Shermie stood up and moved to her side, taking her hand in his, despite how
hard she tried to tug it away, “I do, Charlotte,” he said sincerely, “I do love
them. I love them very much and I know that what I did would cost me them,
but…”
“But what?”
“I can’t live like this,” He finally said, “I can’t keep living in a one-sided
marriage," he took in a deep breath and stood up, letting her hand go. he took
off his glasses and wiped them with the hem of his shirt. He sucked in a deep
breath before looking down at her, "Fact is; I don’t love you anymore. I love
Amy and I want to start a new life with her. I’m sorry.”
Charlotte stared in disbelief, her heart breaking into a million shattered
pieces. More tears fell from her eyes down to her chin before dripping off.
Without nothing more to say, Shermie stood up and the woman called Amy followed
after him. And that was that. Shermie had officially left her.
And a week later, she had received the divorce papers.
 
* * *
It was still dark when Charlotte awoke, her mind was in a tunnel, her body
groggy from waking up. She blinked a couple times, trying to get the sleep out
of her eyes. Her body felt sore and the room felt too muggy for her taste. She
stared up at the ceiling silently, glancing at the bright red lights of her
alarm clock for a moment. It was around two a.m. in the morning and the memory
of her dream was very much fresh in her mind. She hadn’t thought about that day
in months, and now, she wondered if it held a meaning to it.
Shaking her head to clear the misguiding thoughts, she shifted to her side,
coming face to face with her boyfriend’s serene face. She couldn’t stop the
smile that had tugged at her lips and she sighed.
Though she couldn’t see Bill’s tan face in the darkness, she was sure that it
was as flawless as ever. But as her vision adjusted to the darkness in the
room, she was able to see a bit of her boyfriend’s features. She could see the
way his lips were slightly parted and despite it looked as though he was
peacefully sleeping, his eyes betrayed him. From beneath his closed eyelids,
they were moving rapidly, and Charlotte could only wonder what he was dreaming
about. She shifted closer to him, gently lifting one of his arms to wrap around
her cold frame. She closed her eyes, inhaling Bill’s sweet, musky scent.
They had been dating for a little over six months now, and everyday felt like
heaven on earth to her. It was wonderful having someone beside her, someone who
she could trust and love and they could return it. Though it wasn’t easy at
first. Because of her past marriage gone to hell, Charlotte had been so afraid
of letting anyone else in her life. And if it wasn’t for her kids’
encouragement for her to go out and mingle, she may have never had someone with
her like she did now. Though, it wasn’t all sunshine and lollipops for her.
There were days when Charlotte would feel fear bubble up in her gut. Those
thoughts of Bill leaving her or hurting her would come back and haunt her.
After all, she herself wasn’t as beautiful as the girls nowadays. She was
leaning a bit on the chubby side, a trait that came from having kids and eating
more than she probably should on a daily basis. But it wasn’t something she
would beat herself over too much, Bill would always stress the fact that he
loved her with her flabs and all-though not in those words exactly, but he
always reassured her when she felt down on herself for eating too much. But
Bill remained understanding to her, he waited for her until she could be become
more comfortable and trusting, and he helped through her problems.
The after math of her husband leaving for some other woman had left Charlotte
May Pines broken. Though it may not have shown through on the surface, inside,
she had fell into a dark hole. It was hard to keep it from affecting her
children, though she had managed to pull through. She had learned to numb the
pain through different ways such as eating. Sometimes, it would be getting
drunk while her kids were out at school or with friends. And if it ever got
really bad, her growing depression would lead her to harming her body, since
she had strongly believed it was the reason Shermie left her.
It lasted for a good eight months before her children, who were smart enough to
see through her mask, decided to call her out and help her. It was a dark,
emotional time for them all. They all cried and held each other. And Charlotte
had never felt so ashamed and angry at herself than she did then. She had
thought she was doing well by keeping her pain from her children, but in
reality, she had been growing distant and hurting them. But now, things had
been better. Since meeting Bill, she no longer felt trapped in a dark hole. She
had freedom to cope and move along with life. And she was happy, so very happy.
As she laid next to Bill, last night’s events had returned and the smile
slipped from her lips. Things had been going great last night until the end of
it when everything had went spiraling down the drain.
She knew that her son, Dipper, had been feeling depressed over the past month.
She knew something was bugging him, and what kind of mother would she be if she
couldn't see that? She was always able to read her kids, though it was tough
sometimes with Mabel, it was very easy with Dipper. Her son was like an open
book and he always wore his heart on his sleeve. She had been trying to get to
the bottom of her son’s distress, but talking about problems and being open was
no easy feat with Dipper.
Ever since his dad had left, Dipper had been unreachable. Though he made sure
to always be there for her and his sister, the boy never let anyone be there
for him. And that worried her to no end. She hated that Dipper was being so
shut in. And it broke her heart to know that no matter how hard she tried, she
could never seem to reach him. She let out a soft sigh before beginning to get
up from the bed. Bill was still asleep and Charlotte was grateful he wasn’t
easy to wake up. She grabbed the pearl pink robe beside her bed and tugged it
on, tying the front together before leaving the room. It was still too early to
wake her kids, but since she was awake, she figured it was enough for her to go
check on her kids.
As she went to check on Mabel, she found that the girl was safely asleep. She
clung tightly to her favorite stuff animal and laid peacefully in her bed.
Charlotte walked inside, making sure Mabel was asleep and okay before pecking
her forehead softly. Not wanting to disturb her slumber, Charlotte left quietly
after that. She was glad that Mabel was able to get sleep, despite the previous
night’s events having been terrible.
Approaching Dipper’s room though, was another story. As she walked to his room
quietly, her eyes widened with surprise as she saw a soft light peeking out
from beneath his doorway. She knocked quietly on the door, waiting a moment,
but she got no answer. Eyebrows furrowing together, she opened the door, only
to be met with the sleeping body of her son. Though it was anything but a
peaceful sleep. The blankets were askew greatly, half covering her son, half
about to fall off the bed. Dipper’s body was in an awkward angle and he kept
tossing and turning over in his sleep. She watched as he would turn to his
side, eyebrows furrowed and eyes squeezed shut.
Charlotte walked inside his room, afraid that he might’ve been having a
nightmare. She moved over to his side of the bed and placed a soft hand on his
cheek. He was breathing pretty heavy as though he were going to cry, but the
moment her hand touched him, he stilled.
“Shh, Dipper,” She whispered quietly, “you’re alright baby, you’re just having
a bad dream,” She cooed in a soft tone. She didn’t know if Dipper was able to
hear her voice, but from the way he calmed after she finished speaking, it
appeared as though he did. She didn’t move around much after that and his
breathing had steadied. She smiled, happy that she was able to drive away the
bad dream looming in his mind. She waited a while longer before deciding to go
back to bed. She bent down and gave Dipper’s forehead a light peck, whispering
a hushed, “I love you,” before fixing his blankets and then turning off his
light and leaving.
Making her way back to her bedroom and climbing back into her bed, Charlotte
couldn’t help but wonder if Dipper’s troubles were coming from his fitful
nights of sleep.
 
* * *
The next day had Dipper feeling completely drained and dead tired. He couldn’t
remember the dreams he had last night, but he knew it must’ve been something
terrible. A headache throbbed dully in his head and he made sure to take two
aspirins before leaving the house for the day.
He sighed as he clambered into a random seat on the bus, his leg bouncing in
anticipation as he wished the school day could already be over. He looked over
to see Mabel take the empty seat across from him and a frown tugged at his
lips. Mabel looked like anything but herself. She wore a simple plain purple
shirt with jeans and her black flats. Her long curls were tied back in a messy
bun and her shoulders were slumped. It was a major change in character for his
sister as he was used to seeing her dressed out in colorful sweaters and
shirts. She never once dressed dull and always made sure to have something
interesting and adorable on. He wanted to reach over and ask her what was
wrong, but the gloom that loomed over her told him that it was best not to talk
to her yet. When Mabel was caught in a slump, it was hard to pull her out if
one didn't have the proper tools needed.
He knew it had to have been from last night, he must’ve hurt her feelings when
he disappeared from the living room to lay down. He felt guilt rack his body
and he bit along his bottom lip, eyebrows furrowed together as he turned to
look out the window as the bus moved. Why was he always screwing things up?
 
School seemed to have dragged on slowly for Dipper, the clock’s hands were
going about 0.5 when it should’ve been going more than a hundred and the words
from his teachers felt more like long lectures rather than the quick topics
they usually discussed over. He sighed, sitting in his desk and leaning
forward, elbow resting against the table and chin in his hand. He stared out
the window, watching the grey clouds that hovered in the distance. It looked
like it was going to rain, and Dipper hoped it wouldn’t.
Today was his get-together with Tad. And he was very much eager to go see his
friend and have a moment to be carefree and worriless. He wondered how Tad
would look later on. Would he be dressed in his business attire or would he be
more laidback? What would he even say to him once he saw him?
His stomach began to get jittery with nerves and he shook his head, trying to
get rid of the thoughts that were making him feel things. He didn’t need the
stress right, he couldn’t handle it right now. Everything was so jumbly and
confusing that if he thought about it anymore his head would most likely
explode. So instead, he forced himself to face forward and pay attention to the
lesson. It wasn’t anything he had to worry about though, it was English and
Dipper was a master at all things grammar and writing thanks to his Great-
Uncle’s expertise in that particular field.
He sighed again, closing his eyes briefly and thinking of nothing. Only
listening to the teacher’s voice before it was drowned out by the loud bell.
The rest of the hours went on like that and Dipper found himself growing
anxious with every ticking of the clocks on the walls. To say he was nervous
about seeing Tad was an understatement. He was freaking out a little, feeling
hesitant and wondering if he should just cancel. His headache had slowly gone
away, but there was still a small throb that made itself known every chance it
could. The boy sighed, packing his things as the last bell of the day rang,
signaling the dismissal of everyone.
Shouldering his pack on his shoulders, Dipper left the building and walked out
into the slightly breezy outside. He stayed looking down as he made his way to
the front area of the school. He didn’t have to wait for Mabel today, she had
reminded him about her fashion club during lunch before scurrying off to join
her friends. He opted on walking home, despite the bus being faster, but he
wanted to clear his mind of anything before facing Tad.
He wanted to slap himself silly when his mind decided to do the opposite of
what he wanted and began to think of Bill. He thought of the man’s face-his
smile, his golden-honeyed eyes, his perfectly white teeth. He imagined him
laughing and flashing that beautiful smirk of his. He sighed, thinking of what
it would be like to be held in Bill’s arms once more, to feel his breath ghost
across his skin, and to feel his teeth graze along his neck, and that oh-so
delicious tongue gliding down his clavicle towards his chest where he would run
it over his-
He gasped, widening his eyes and stopping his footsteps. He stared down at the
ground, hard, his eyes burning holes deep into the cement. He forced back a
groan and lifted his hands to cover his face, pressing the heel of his palms
into his eyes. God, he was a mess!
Grumbling curses to himself, Dipper decided that enough was enough. If he
wasn’t going to be able to clear his mind, then screw it. Screw it all to heck!
He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his phone. He tapped his
password in and immediately went to his contacts. He scrolled through the names
until he found the one he was looking for. Taking a deep breath, he clicked on
the name and pressed the button for call. Then, holding the phone to his ear,
he waited with baited breath.
Riiing….riiing…rii-
“Hello?”
Dipper let out a sigh of relief as the voice on the other side picked up, “Hey,
Tad!” He chirped, “Are you free now?” He asked.
He could hear the sound of shuffling and moving, and then Tad spoke, “Dipper!”
The man greeted, “Wasn’t expecting to hear from you so soon…I am free at the
moment, I just finished getting out of the meeting. Are you ready for our
little date today?” The man hummed.
Dipper’s heart jolted at the word ‘date’ but he pushed the odd feeling away for
the moment in favor of getting to the subject at hand, “As a matter of fact I
am,” he stated, “And I was wondering if you could come pick me up…”
There was a brief pause and he could hear Tad taking in a deep breath, “Pick
you up?” He repeated, his voice was low, holding the unsureness that Dipper
knew must’ve been running through the man’s system.
“Y-yes…I mean, you don’t have to…” he said, “I just…I was hoping for a
distraction…last night wasn’t so great and well…” He could feel his throat
starting to constrict as he remembered Bill’s unusual behavior. The way the man
was sorely calling him out and putting him on the spot had his heart aching all
over again. He wiped his eyes angrily as they began to blur and he sucked in a
deep breath, “Look, you don’t have too and I’m sorry for calling you on such
short-,”
“I’ll do it. Where are you at?” Tad interrupted, taking Dipper by surprise. It
took the teen a moment before he could respond. And while he did, his stomach
was fluttering with butterflies and a smile kept tugging at his lips.
 
* * *
Thirty-five minutes later and Dipper found himself buckled up in the front
passenger seat of Tad’s sleek, white, vehicle. The seats were a fine, dark
leather and the boy felt immense relief from the boiling heat as the cool air
from the vents hit his face. Tad watched from the side with amusement as he
pulled the car into drive. He smiled fondly at the serene smile on Dipper’s
face before facing forward and beginning to drive.
“So, where to?” He asked after a long moment of silence. Dipper turned away
from the cool air and glanced to Tad. He paused, honestly having not thought
this far ahead. He didn’t want to go home, but he couldn’t just aimlessly drive
around with tad and waste his gas. He could go ask to be dropped off at the
woods, but he didn’t feel ready to let someone else into his abode. So, he said
the next best thing.
“How about the park?”
Tad slowed to a stop at the red light, his head turning so he could look down
at Dipper with surprise, “The park?” Dipper nodded eagerly.
“Yeah! I mean, why not?” He asked with a shrug, “There’s a lake where we can
sit at and watch ducks swim around,” he added. Tad chuckled, the car moving
forward.
“Oh, yes,” he began, “Because watching ducks is always a fun pastime,” he
teased. Dipper flushed and looked ahead.
“Hey, watching ducks could be fun,” the teen smiled. Tad let out a small
snicker.
“Alright then, duck watching it is then.”
“Yay!”
The drive to the pond was filled with laughter coming from both males as Dipper
gave the directions to the duck pond near his home. The two shared small
stories with each other and spent the small moment getting to know each other
better. Dipper found out that Tad had a very strong love for bread that stemmed
from childhood, and although the man couldn’t say how it happened, apparently
it just did and it wasn’t going away anytime soon. Dipper shared with him
childhood stories of him and Mabel playing games together and pretending that
their backyard was a home for the supernatural.
It was a great experience, and Dipper felt the thoughts of Bill and his worries
get blown into the wind and forgotten.
Arriving at the pond happened a lot faster than Dipper thought it would. But
the happy moment created from his and Tad’s bonding still lingered. As they
clambered out of the vehicle, Dipper stretched slightly, his back feeling sore
from carrying his backpack all day. He waited for Tad to close his door and
lock the car before they both headed towards the large, wooden gazebo that
stood along the lake, overlooking the water and the animals that swam about in
it. They walked in silence, both just admiring the outside and the small breeze
that decided to coast by. Approaching the gazebo, Dipper rested along the
wooden railing and sighed, closing his eyes and just enjoying the soft noises
of ducks quacking, the sound of water hitting water caused by the fountain in
the lake’s center, and other outside noises that was made into nature’s music.
Tad took a seat and just watched Dipper. The teen was a lot more relaxed now
than he was earlier. When he first went to pick him up, he could see the pain
in Dipper’s eyes that disappeared as soon as he noticed him. There were notable
bags under the boy’s eyes and Tad could tell he seemed a lot more downtrodden
than he did when they first met. He leaned back against the bench he was
sitting was and sighed, what was that psycho of a man doing to this poor boy?
Dipper opened his eyes and lifted a hand to rub at his temples. He could feel a
small headache forming and his thoughts, which were calm a moment ago, were now
buzzing to life. A dull ache began forming in the pit of his heart and he
clenched his fists tightly, trying to fight back the thoughts that wanted to
make themselves known. Not risking that chance, he turned around immediately
and moved over to where Tad was. He sat a few inches away from the man, his
shoulders slumped and dark mood from earlier slowly returning.
“Something wrong?” Tad asked, noticing the boy’s gloomy mood. Dipper blinked
and hummed.
“Nah…just have a headache…”
Not saying anything, Tad could see just how tired and upset the boy truly was.
He wanted to pry and ask him to share with him, but instead, he decided now
would be a good time to try and do something else. Reaching into his pocket, he
pulled out a small, clear bottle. Dipper noticed and peeked over, but the
bottle was gone just as soon as it appeared and soon Tad was holding a closed
fist towards him. Dipper stared at it for a moment before looking meeting Tad’s
eyes. Unsure, he opened his own hand up and Tad promptly dropped whatever it
was into his hand. Looking it over, Dipper could see it was a small, white
circular pill.
“What’s this?” He asked, nervously, eyeing the man precariously. Tad smiled
oddly and tilted his head to the side.
“It’s a pill,” he replied back, “It’ll make you feel good.”
Dipper’s mouth ran dry and he sputtered a moment, eyes darting down to the pill
in his hand before back up at Tad. This wasn’t…was Tad…into this stuff?
“It’s a drug?” He asked dumbly. Tad nodded.
“Yup,” The man was still wearing the smile, and his eyes were lit up with
something Dipper couldn’t quite comprehend at the moment. The said boy’s mind
was still trying to catch up with him and he struggled to find something to
say. He felt his hand trembling and fear and concern began to mingle together.
Tad wasn’t serious, was he? This wasn’t an actual drug, was it?
“I-this…y-you’re not serious, a-are you?” Dipper squeaked, his voice small.
“Of course I’m serious,” Tad said, then he began to laugh, “It’s an aspirin,
dummy,” He teased, reaching into his pocket and pulling out the bottle. Dipper
stared blankly, mind registering Tad’s words.
“An…aspirin…? B-but you said it was a drug!”
Tad’s laughter became louder and Dipper snatched the clear bottle from him,
sure enough, it was a bottle of aspirins from Walgreens. “Y-you tricked me?!”
Dipper said, face burning red. Tad snorted and wiped a tear from his eye.
“No! It is a drug, just not one of the illegal kinds,” he grinned, proud of his
small joke. Dipper scoffed and handed the man back his bottle of pills.
“Why the heck are you carrying around a bottle of aspirins in your pockets?” he
grouched, but a smile was tugging at his lips, betraying how upset he was
trying to sound like.
“Well,” Tad began, catching his breath, “When you work in an office with
stupid-heads, you kind of need pain killers to get rid of the headaches that
get passed around,” he explained. Dipper stared down at the pill, pouting. Tad
noticed and wrapped an arm around the boy’s shoulders, making the teen let out
an indignant squeak as he pulled against the older man’s side.
“Aw, Dipper, I’m sorry,” Tad said, hugging the teen. Dipper hmphed, turning
away from the man, but smiling no less.
“Yeah, yeah,” The teen scoffed, “If you’re really sorry, then why don’t you go
try and catch a duck for me?”
Tad snorted and barked out a laugh, pulling his arm away and shaking his head,
“I don’t know, that’s a little dangerous, and impossible, don’t you think?”
“Oh, and making me think you were a drug dealer wasn’t?” Dipper snorted back.
Tad snickered and let out a low whistle.
“You got me there,” he said, standing up, “Alright then, guess there’s nothing
left to do but to go get you a duck.”
Dipper still wasn’t looking at Tad, at least he wasn’t until he heard a loud
splash.
Chapter End Notes
     ༼ つ ◕o◕ ༽つ Tad noooo! Don't do that!
     So yeah, I had to split this into two parts because hot-holy-cow this
     turned out to be super looong and I didn't want to put you guys
     through that torture of reading a long chapter full of fluff and joy.
     Also, I hope Charlotte's story gave you a better understanding of her
     whole past situation and how she's actually a worried bagel who needs
     a lot of love. The poor woman has it rough and it's only gonna get
     worse from then on.
      
     Apologies for any grammar errors!!
      
     Please leave a comment or a critique (if ya want!)
     Got story prompts or requests? Wanna see art made by me? Wanna bug me
     just because or ask questions? Go visit me on tumblr--> @paidenzilla
***** The Date Part II: Of Ducks, Jealousy, and Brokeness *****
Chapter Summary
     New emotions come to light
Chapter Notes
     I am so sorry about the long wait guys; I swear I'll get my life back
     in order ASAP
See the end of the chapter for more notes
At hearing a splash, Dipper’s head snapped to the front so fast he vaguely
thought he had whiplash. His eyes widened to the size of saucers as he watched
Tad jump in the water. The action was so reckless and out of character for the
man that the boy had to take a moment before the realization set in and hit him
like a train.
He stood up and ran to the railing, peering over it to look down into the murky
water below. He was pretty sure that Tad would catch some nasty parasite and he
was absolutely worried. He felt relief rock through him as the man’s head
popped up out of the water and he sucked in a deep breath. He took a moment to
catch his breath before turning to face a shell-shocked Dipper. Tad’s mouth
broadened into a grin and he lifted a hand to wave at the boy. Dipper’s body
shook and he gripped the railing tightly.
“Tad! Get out of there!” He said, glancing about warily. There weren’t that
many people at the lake, but that didn’t stop Dipper from fearing that someone
would catch them and report them. Oh god, what if his mom caught them? Or
worse…Bill?
He snapped back to reality as water was suddenly splashed on his face. He
blinked, eyebrows furrowed as he shot Tad a wild look.
“You should come in, the water’s fine!” The man grinned. Dipper shook his head.
“No,” He said, “C’mon Tad, get out before we get reported,” The boy urged,
voice filled with worry. Tad frowned slightly before something caught his
vision. Dipper followed it and saw that Tad’s eyes had landed squarely on a
small, white duck that was diving underwater and coming back up. It let out a
quack and dived back under the water before returning to the surface, its head
shaking. He watched its tail waggle a bit before it began lazily swimming
about, unaware of a certain human’s intention. Dipper turned back to Tad who
gave a small smirk before swimming forward. The boy cried out, running to the
other side of the railing.
“Tad no! Leave the duck alone!”
But any protests from Dipper went unheard as Tad lunged forward, arms out and
hands open as he practically pounced on the poor creature. A loud cry from the
duck was heard and the water began bouncing wildly as both Tad and the duck
battled it out. A few quacks and squawks came from the duck as it flapped its
wings wildly and struggled within the man’s grasp. Its orange beak opened wide
and enveloped Tad’s wrist in one chomp. Tad gave a small yelp and swatted at
the duck until it opened its mouth.
Dipper watched the sign with horror and amusement that mixed together so well
that he didn’t know whether he should laugh or scream in horror at the sight.
He looked about and saw people staring, some recording and others laughing. He
ran off of the dock and towards the area closest to Tad. His heart was racing
and he had to shove his way past people and run around them to avoid bumping
into someone. He managed to get close to the water’s edge, but by then more
ducks had entered the scene as well. Dipper could only stare as Tad began
fighting multiple ducks, while also trying to keep his hold on the original one
he had caught. It was amusing needless to say, but Dipper needed to get Tad out
of the water before the police arrived. So, glancing around, he saw a lady
holding onto an umbrella a few feet away. She was staring with completely
dissatisfaction and Dipper could very well see a phone in her hand next to her
ear. She was talking low, but the young boy knew her words meant trouble. He
sprung forward suddenly, legs moving on their own, and he grabbed her umbrella.
She gasped and have a shout as he ran back to the water. He didn’t stop at the
edge however and he ran right in, feeling the water seeping into his clothes
and getting him soaking wet. He shuddered, trying to ignore the sensation as he
opened swam closer to Tad.
Once he was in close enough, he lifted the umbrella and let it fly open. The
action was so sudden that the ducks attacking Tad flew back, wild quacks flying
from their mouths as they settled into the water and swam away. A few came
back, still seeking vengeance Dipper supposed, and Dipper immediately began
opening and closing the umbrella. They moved away quickly, refusing to return
and went back to minding their own business. Dipper sighed with relief and let
himself relax slightly, his adrenaline starting to wear off a bit. He looked to
Tad and just watched him for a few moments. The man was breathing heavily, eyes
closed and hair tussled and askew. His tie had gotten loose and few buttons on
his shirt were missing. He had a few scratches on his face and hands, and of
course, many, many,bites from the ducks. Tad opened his eyes a moment later and
smiled.
“Talk about a total quacktastrophe,” He chuckled weakly, still trying to regain
his breathing. Dipper stared. He stared hard at the man as the terrible pun
sunk in and for a moment, he couldn’t think of anything to say, except to just
glare at the man for doing what he had just done.
Then, because the adrenaline had run its course and the comment was so
unexpected and so…so bad, he laughed. He let go of the umbrella and grasped his
sides, eyes squeezing shut as he laughed and laughed and laughed. He kept
laughing until his sides hurt and he could barely breathe. Tad watched with
slight fear, worried that he might’ve broken the poor boy. But then, he
couldn’t help but join in too and he found himself feeling overly joyful. The
crowd that had been created paused in what they were doing and just…watched.
They were slightly creeped out at the display of the laughing people and began
backing away. The ones recording stopped and tucked their phones back into
their pockets. Then, they all simply turned their backs and walked away as
quickly as possible. Except for the lady who Dipper had taken the umbrella
from. She folded her arms over her chest, eyebrows knotted together as she
glared angrily at the two.
“You hooligans!” She spat, getting as close as she could to the edge of the
lake to reach her umbrella, which had been floating about. As soon as she could
touch the handle of her item, she snagged it out of the water and opened it up,
letting the water on it spray out onto the two laughing people. Dipper
sputtered as the water landed in the back of his throat, taking him by
surprise. He coughed and turned towards the woman who had given a firm ‘hmph!’
before sticking her nose up and walking off. He blinked a few times before
remembering that he was still in the water. He gasped and swam to the grass,
his body moving hurriedly onto the dry land. He could hear Tad following behind
him and he plopped down to lay on his back. Tad followed suit, his chest
heaving up and down as he just stared up at the sky.
“Man what a hell of a day,” The older man quipped, smiling softly as he turned
to face the boy. Dipper turned his head slightly and met Tad’s dark eyes. He
watched as Tad lifted a hand up and produced a few white feathers. They were
wet and looked misshapen, but Dipper found a smile working its way onto his
lips nonetheless. “It’s not a duck, but I stole it from the duck I was gonna
get you,” he said, handing it over to the boy.
Dipper reached out and gingerly took the feathers, a strong blush creeping onto
his face as he stared at the milky white fluffs. He touched them gently with
his free hand before sighing, would Bill have done something like this for him?
Tad suddenly stood up and ran a hand through his wet locks. He swept his eyes
over the scene before looking down at Dipper and helping him up.
“Are you hungry?” He asked, “Cause I am.”
As an answer, Dipper’s stomach growled quite loudly.
 
***
Bill was not one to get easily rile up over something, but today, he felt
fidgety all over. His stomach churned and his chest ached, his fingers gripped
onto his pen a little too tightly that they would snap and spill ink over his
papers. His leg bounced wildly up and down as he stared at the paper in front
of him. He should’ve been working. Should’ve been getting his job done, after
all he had to email feedback to his boss over a certain project and then finish
signing a multiple selection of stacked papers that surrounded him. He had
started on a few, but it was only a few, his mind far too busy thinking of
something else….
Something else like Dipper.
Dipper.
A strange feeling jolted though his body and his heart began to beat faster,
his breath even hitched as he remembered the set date the boy had. Regardless
of what happened the night prior before, Bill knew that Dipper wasn’t on some
club thing or whatever the hell he had come up with. No, he was pretty sure the
kid was out with some man. And not just any man. No, it had to Tad Strange. Tad
fucking Strange. A square who never knew when to mind his own damn business. A
big shot who thought he was all that because he just…just existed. Bill’s
emotions flared with jealousy and the pen he was holding snapped. The man
cursed to himself, standing up to replace the pen and clean up the horrible ink
blotch created by it.
He noticed that some had gotten all over the sides of his hand and he groaned,
making his way to the bathroom. He went to the nearest sink and turned on the
water, beginning to get rid of the black ink that covered his skin. He watched
as black liquid swirled down the drain before flicking his eyes up, meeting his
mirror’s gaze.
“What the hell are you doing, Cipher?” He asked himself, taking in a deep
breath and letting it out slowly. Was he really getting jealous over such a
small thing? Dipper and he weren’t together, the boy was nothing but a son-like
figure to him.
Right?
He groaned irritably, finding it hard to picture him and Dipper with nothing
more than a father-son like appeal. No…Dipper was something more than that,
especially after everything that had happened between them both. But he knew he
couldn’t act on whatever he was feeling, he had Charlotte, the boy’s mother.
The woman he loves. He couldn’t just betray her like that. He slumped his
shoulders, leaning down and resting his elbows on the counter as he combed his
fingers through his hair, gripping tightly and tugging.
This was so messed up. Why was this even happening? It wasn’t supposed to
happen! He wasn’t supposed to feel any sort of attraction to his girlfriend’s
son, he wasn’t supposed to want to have sex with him almost every day or want
to touch him like he was the greatest thing on the planet or kiss him until
they both couldn’t breathe. He wasn’t supposed to want anything like that. But
yet he was, and it was becoming an insistent craving, as though he had become
addicted to the sweet taste of Dipper. He gripped his hair tighter, closing his
eyes tightly as he felt his body reacting to the thoughts of what he wanted to
do with the boy. A part of him felt sickened by this, he felt like he needed to
be locked up. But a stronger part of him desired what he couldn’t have.
But you can, a small voice whispered to him, you can have as much of him as you
want…he loves you and wants you…it would all be so easy too…
He swallowed hard, eyes squeezing shut tightly as he banished that thought from
his head. No, he couldn’t take advantage of Dipper like that. He just couldn’t.
But you want him, yes?
Yes, yes he did. But he just couldn’t hurt the boy like that. He could remember
the last time he tried to take the boy and the absolute refusal made by him.
Dipper didn’t just want to have meaningless sex, he wanted the real deal. And
Bill wasn’t sure if he could make that kind of commitment. Not with the way
things were as of now. Besides, wasn’t the boy trying to move on from him?
Didn’t he tell him too?
Do you really want him to be with Tad?
His eyes flew open. That’s right. He was on an outing with Tad. Something
stirred in Bill and he found himself becoming irritable once more. Wasn’t this
whole problem caused because Dipper had set out to go with Tad today? Bill
would’ve been lying if he said he was okay with it. The fact of the matter, was
that the man was most certainly not okay with this. He couldn’t stand the idea
of Dipper and Tad together. Who knew what that creep would try to pull? What if
he tried to kiss the boy? Or feel him up? What if they were making out right
now and Tad was leaving marks all over his body, the body that Bill had long
ago claimed as his. He stood straighter, face scrunched up into an angry scowl.
He moved away from the sink and headed for the door.
“I swear to god Tad if you touched my boy, then you’re dead,” He growled under
his breath as he walked back to his work station. Although, instead of getting
back to work, he called in early and booked it back home where Dipper should be
right now.
 
***
 
Dipper sat at his desk in his room. He was staring at the wall, or rather at
nothing because he wasn’t really paying attention to anything. He had just
finished taking a shower from his earlier outing with Tad that had went in a
completely wild direction. He was genuinely surprised that Tad had attempted to
catch a duck for him. It was something he never thought anyone would do for
him. He remembered the amusing duck fight Tad had gotten engaged in and he
remembered the feathers he had been given. He looked towards the shelf above
his desk at the three feathers he had placed into a small jar. They were back
to their original unlike before since they had time to dry and softer to touch
as well. A smile twitched at his lips and he looked away, frowning once more
afterwards.
After the whole duck fiasco, they had indeed gotten something to eat from a
famous burger joint. It was a to-go order and they ate in the car and talked
about idle things before Tad parked the car in an empty lot and they just sat
in silence eating and drinking. The older male had been the first to break the
silence, and of course, it had to be about the one thing Dipper wanted to
forget about.
“So…how are things with you and Bill?”
The question was so sudden that Dipper paused mid-bite to look at him. His
heart was beating faster and an unexplained emotion crept into his eyes. He
placed the burger down and bit on his bottom lip.
“They’re…” he paused, hesitant to go on, “it’s pretty messy…” he sighed. Tad
tilted his head to side.
“How so?”
Dipper really didn’t want to talk about it, but at the same time, he also did.
He sucked in a small breath, picking at the yellow paper that had been wrapped
around his burger, “Well…he’s very…confusing,” He said, “One moment he doesn’t
want anything to do with me and the next, he’s acting like he loves me. I don’t
know what to do…what to believe. I mean, does he have a secret twin I don’t
know about?” He joked, but his voice was strained. Tad worked a weak smile
before sinking back into his seat.
“Bill having a twin?” he began, halfheartedly, “Not likely. The guy’s such a
selfish man that I’m pretty sure he would’ve eaten his sibling before allowing
them to be born.”
Dipper remained silent and stared out the window. He heard Tad shift around and
suddenly there was a hand holding onto his chin and turning his face. He looked
up at Tad with surprise and froze, what was going to happen? He bit his lip out
of habit and watched as Tad’s eyes wavered down to his lips.
“Stop biting your lip.”The words were so sudden from the man in front of him
that Dipper immediately stopped. Those words…they had been the exact same ones
Bill had told him for the first time.
“W-what?” The boy squeaked, feeling a sense of déjà vu hitting him. Tad leaned
in closer, barely a hair’s width apart from his face.
“Your lips,” The man said, “stop biting them or you’ll send the wrong signals
to the wrong person.”
“Like you?” The boy replied, his lips on autopilot.
A strange look passed through Tad’s eyes and Dipper grew nervous all of a
sudden, though he couldn’t explain why. Tad turned away from him for a moment
before snapping his head back towards him, his eyes holding a secret. He leaned
forward, cupping Dipper’s face between his hands and pulling the boy towards
him. The burger fell off Dipper’s lap and he suddenly found himself place in
another. Tad’s hands had wondered down his cheeks, to his chest, and the down
to his sides. Dipper shuddered at the soft touches and he swallowed hard. He
knew he had to get out of this situation, he knew he should tell Tad to stop.
But the way he touched him…it was so similar to Bill’s that he found himself
wanting more. He suddenly felt so alone, abandoned. He felt starved from what
he had craved for so long. The emotions held inside of him wanted to break free
and he wanted to let Tad do what he wanted, as long as it could fill that empty
void inside of him.
The older man leaned in, nose burrowed in the crook of Dipper’s neck. Dipper’s
hands flew to Tad’s shoulders subconsciously and his breath hitched as he felt
teeth graze his skin.
No, his mind said.
He closed his eyes as soft lips, not chapped ones like Bill’s, kissed up his
neck to the underside of his jaw and unfamiliar warm hands creeped up his
shirt.
Stop, his heart demanded.
His back arched slightly, leaning into the ghost like touches on his skin.
Every part of him felt distant, like he was there, but yet wasn’t. He was too
weak to fight back, didn’t feel a need to fight back. Bill didn’t want him. No
one wanted him. He had already been used up, his heart had already been stomped
on and torn to shreds. What could meaningless sex with a man he had just barely
gotten to know do to him?
It’ll destroyyou, his heart and mind screamed at him.
Teeth sank into the crook of his neck and he jerked forward, head tipping back
and a rugged moan escaping from him.
“…Bill…” He breathed, and then, his eyes snapped open. Tears prickled at the
corners of his eyes and threatened to fall out as he felt the teeth pull away.
He leaned back, a hand reaching up to touch the wound and he stared at Tad. “I
can’t,” he whispered brokenly, then proceeded to climb off of the man and into
his own seat. He picked up the fallen hamburger, hunger long forgotten and
replaced with a cold, empty feeling.
The car ride to his home was silent, but the thoughts in his mind were
screaming angrily at him.
Dipper looked away from the feathers, what had he been thinking? How could he
have been so willing to give himself up when he couldn’t do it with Bill when
he had the chance? He stared down at the paper in front of him, he should’ve
been studying right now. He had a test on Monday and he always liked to study
as much as he could’ve.
And normally, studying was no problem for Dipper. His brain was like a sponge
and it soaked up everything, every single detail. Even the small ones. He could
memorize formulas, important facts, and even the terms that most likely
wouldn’t be used. He could answer each and every questions and would pass his
test with flying colors. But even though he knew this, Dipper still stressed
about. He still stressed about the grade he’d get, he would still stress about
failing, and he would still stress about all the answers that he could’ve
gotten wrong. It was maddening. But right now, it was horrible because he
couldn’t focus, and he was already stressing out about other things.
He blinked dully back to life, his head throbbing slightly from all the
thoughts occupying his head. He groaned, dropping his head down against the
desk’s hard surface and moaning in what could be taken as relief and pain. He
had been so lost in his pitiful thoughts that he had hardly heard his door open
and close.
It wasn’t until he felt a hand on him that he jerked up and whipped his head
around. Immediately a pair of warm lips were pressed against his and it took
his mind three seconds to recognize who those lips belonged to. After all, he
would recognize thosechapped lips form anywhere. When they pulled away with a
soft smack, Dipper looked up and was met with those caramel eyes he loved so
much.
“Bill?” He said weakly.
“I want you,” Bill’s voice purred out. Dipper shuddered briefly, swallowing
down his sudden nervousness as he stared upwards at the man his heart so
longingly ached for.
“No…you don’t…” He replied softly, looking down. If Bill knew what he had
almost done, would he still want him? He didn’t want him before, why would he
now? His eyes were snapped back up as Bill hmphed and then pulled Dipper’s
chair back. The boy gave a small yelp at the sudden movement and he tensed,
hands gripping at the edge of his seat.
“Don’t tell me I can’t want,” He growled back. Dipper looked away, unsure of
what he should do. His body was telling him to go for it, but he was still in
such turmoil about everything. Without saying anything more, Bill plopped down
into Dipper’s lap and began to suckle on his neck. Dipper’s breath left him in
a sharp exhale as he felt Bill’s mouth cover a sensitive spot along his neck.
His grip tightened and he closed his eyes, biting his lips to hold back a moan
that edged towards the tip of his tongue.
“B-Bill…” he gasped, “W-we can’t…th-there’s s-somethi-ngh!” He whimpered,
tipping his head to the side to allow more room.
“Did he touch you?” Bill whispered breathily.
Dipper let out a choked sound, his eyes squeezing shut as he felt Bill bite
down along his jugular, his tongue slowly massaging the skin. He was about to
reply back when he felt his shirt’s collar being pulled to the side. He felt
Bill freeze above him and he knew that the man saw the mark left behind on him
by Tad. He carefully opened his eyes to meet the older man’s and he felt a
chill run down his spine.
Bill was staring at the mark heatedly, his eyes ablaze with anger. He suddenly
stood and Dipper knew it was all over. Bill would leave and then there’d be
that same tension from before. Except…he suddenly felt himself being picked up.
He blinked, finding himself trapped in Bill’s arms momentarily before he was
being carried to the bed. Bill dropped him onto the mattress, his hands moving
to take off the boy’s shirt. Dipper yelped as cold hands immediately roamed
along his chest, teasing his skin to life and he felt suddenly out of breath.
“B-Bill,” he breathed, back arching as his nipples were coyly teased with.
Arousing feelings stirred deep inside Dipper and he was overcome by a need to
feel Bill all over again. He wanted Bill to wash over him, to drown him in
emotions and sensations that he had been craving since the stupid party.
“Pine Tree,” Bill gasped, sucking on Dipper’s nipple and watching the boy’s
face flush a bright red. He ground his hips roughly against the boy and gave a
hushed grunt, “Pine Tree…can I?”
Dipper’s mind was on overload, his body was igniting with long forgotten sparks
and he wanted this man, oh god he needed him. Unable to speak, he nodded and
tipped his head back, bringing Bill’s attention back to the mark on the crook
of his neck. A feral grown left Bill’s lips and he hovered over Dipper, “I’m
not stopping once I do this,” He whispered to Dipper, “Are you sure?”
There was a moment of silence before Dipper met Bill’s gaze.
“Yes,” he said, and then he let out a loud, keening moan as he felt Bill sink
his teeth into the spot that had once been claimed by Tad. And it felt so good,
and so right that Dipper completely gave himself into the ocean that was Bill
and let himself be drowned by the overwhelming passion coursing through his
veins.
Chapter End Notes
     I wasn't sure if I should add in the steamy stuff here since the
     chapter was already getting long...oh well. At least now we'll be
     getting to learn more from Bill's view now. And Dipper's already an
     emotional mess, he hasn't yet realized it himself, but because he's
     in such a vulnerable state of mind that he's gonna be letting himself
     go more. Who knows, maybe next time Tad makes a move he'll be more
     than willing. And Bill, he's so confused that he's going about
     everything the wrong way.
     I feel bad for what's going to happen later on in the chapters.
     Everyone's so close to complete disaster.
      
     Apologies for any grammar errors!!
      
     Please leave a comment or a critique (if ya want!)
     Got story prompts or requests? Wanna see art made by me? Wanna bug me
     just because or ask questions? Go visit me on tumblr--> @paidenzilla
***** Like Father, Like Son *****
Chapter Summary
     Aftermath, old memories, and repeating past mistakes.
Chapter Notes
     This is WAY past overdue and I apologize for keeping you all waiting.
     i really meant to have this out, but everything got so screwed. My
     whole schedule was thrown off by family matters, my mental health had
     gotten out of whack and I needed a change of pace. As sad and ashamed
     as I am to admit it, this story was killing me and I felt pressured
     every time I came back to it. Stupid I know, but this story is a pain
     that hits close to home with me in more ways than one and I just
     needed to get away from it for the time being.
     But I kept you guys waiting and it made everything worse, and I am so
     sorry! For those who are still waiting, and who stuck around, I hope
     this long chapter makes up for it. It sheds a new light on Dipper and
     if you reread chapter Eight, I think a certain sentence about Dip
     will make sense. Probably. Haha...kudos if you can spot it.
     Enjoy guys! I really worked with this chapter and I hope it's good!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Dipper slowly woke up to a warm body beside him and strong arms wrapped around
him, holding him close. He cracked his eyes open softly, looking up and coming
face to face with a sleeping Bill. His breath caught in his throat and it took
all of his self-control not to just spring up out of bed. Warm breath ghosted
across his face and he found himself mesmerized.
Careful not to wake the other, Dipper lifted a hand to touch the soft brown
cheek, his thumb gently caressing the skin. He felt his lips tugging upwards
into a smile, feeling safe for the small moment-for that’s all it really was,
in reality. Just a moment.
A small noise left his mouth and he felt Bill stir. The man’s eyes opened and
immediately focused on him. Dipper gulped, retracting his hand cautiously, as
though afraid Bill would do something to him for doing that. Instead, the man
reached for it and brought it back. He kissed the top of the boy’s knuckles
gently and smiled tenderly.
“Trying to catch me off guard again, hm?” The man rumbled softly, eyes half-
lidded. Dipper blushed and looked away, “You can do it, ya know.”
“N-no…I-I didn’t mean…” He began sheepishly, finding himself feeling cornered a
bit. Bill chuckled and tugged the boy forward.
“Well, if you won’t kiss me, then I’ll kiss you.”
Before Dipper could make any sort of remark, he was pushed down onto his back
and his lips were sealed immediately by soft lips. He made a small noise,
cheeks red, before his eyelids fluttered down and he melted into the kiss.
It was soft. So soft.
The way Bill’s lips danced over his own, and the way their tongues moved
against each other created a passionate atmosphere that spoke a million words.
Hands moved and touched flesh as their bare bodies rubbed against each other.
Dipper had wrapped his arms around Bill’s neck and dug his nails in softly,
letting out small muffled moans and gasps as he felt Bill roll his hips against
him, sliding his already hard cock inside his entrance. Even after doing it
who-knows-how-long-ago, he was still loose enough for Bill to thrust in,
igniting his body with sparks of need, desperation finding its way inside of
him. He felt Bill flip them over so that he was on top, yet they still hadn’t
ended their kissing. It was only when the need for oxygen became too
overwhelming that Dipper-with great reluctance-broke away panting. Bill’s hands
were holding onto his hips, guiding Dipper’s hips along his body and building a
small rhythm.
The blanket was shield for them, covering Dipper’s lower body along with Bill’s
as they proceeded in their actions, neither caring for anything else.
Dipper threw his head back, gasping in desperate need as he felt himself
getting closer. Bill’s hands had somehow found their way into his and he held
on tightly, bouncing up and down on Bill’s cock until both reached their peaks.
As he neared his orgasm, he clamped a hand over his mouth, doing his best to
muffle his loud moan as he arched his back as far as it could go and his eyes
rolled into the back of his head. For a moment, all he saw were stars and he
faintly heard Bill’s own soft grunt as he released.
As he slowly came back to the world, he was thankful that he didn’t have school
because he was positive he would not be able to walk after this. He hummed as
Bill slowly removed himself out of him, and he let out the barest of whines at
the loss of being filled. But it was forgotten by the lips that had begun to
softly kiss and suckle his skin, pampering him with much needed affection that
he had been dying for. He felt completely spent and his exhaustion was creeping
back in again, despite having just woken up. He blinked, tiredly glancing
towards his night stand to stare at the clock. A red LED light met his gaze.
3:26 a.m.
Huh…
The bed dipped a little as Bill resumed laying down beside him, still breathing
heavy. Dipper turned, wincing just the slightest, and curled against the older
man. He said nothing, instead listening to the calming heartbeat beating in his
ear. He sighed, closing his eyes and breathing deeply. He had missed this so
much.
“You should get going,” He said, quietly, his voice a bit raspy and dry, “My
mom’s probably wondering where you are…”
Bill hummed, “Oh yeah…” but he didn’t budge, hardly even moved. Dipper cracked
open a single eye and stared up at him. Bill’s eyes were closed, his arms
resting over his stomach. He looked almost asleep. Dipper smiled lightly before
nudging him in the side.
“Bill, I’m serious,” he chuckled, yawning, “I’d rather not have her come in
here and catch us naked. It’ll spell trouble for the both of us. Especially
you.”
Bill pouted and huffed, mumbling under his breath before moving to get up.
Dipper smiled genuinely at the reluctance of leaving that was coming from Bill,
it made his heart perk up just a little bit. But it also made a small hole in
it. There was something lacking, something wrong. And as he got up slowly to go
kiss Bill for the last time that night, his chest tightened. He watched the
older man, now fully clothed, walk down the hallway from his bedroom door and
towards his mother’s room. His heart panged as Bill waved goodnight from afar,
and then he was gone. Dipper sighed, closing his door quietly and heading back
towards his bed. He grimaced at the mess left behind but ignored it and instead
wrapped himself tightly into his blanket. He’d clean the mess later on today,
but for now, he just wanted to rest.
 
                                     * * *
He was twelve when he had first seen them together, talking and laughing like
best friends. He hadn’t thought anything of it.
Then, he was thirteen when had seen them together again, but they were closer.
The strange woman and his dad. He had caught them when he had come home from
school a little bit earlier than planned. When he had opened the door, he could
hear giggles and laughter, for a second he had thought his mom and dad had made
up from last night’s fight, and the idea made him break out into a grin.
Finally things could go to normal, things would be fine.
He entered the threshold of the living room and opened his mouth to greet what
should’ve been his parents, but instead walked in to only find his dad kissing
another lady. Someone who wasn’t his mom.
He froze. Mouth still open and tongue going dry. He could only stare like a
deer in the headlights as the two adults continued their session, unaware of
his presence. He could hear his dad speaking to the woman in hushed whispers,
promising her things about leaving soon and telling her how much he loved her.
It made his head spin and he felt torn, betrayed and so, so confused. What was
his dad doing? Surely this had to be a mistake, right?
“D-dad,” he squeaked.
Immediately two pairs of eyes turned to him and his feet felt stuck to the
floor.
“W-what’s going on?”
His dad stood up quickly, fixing his tie and straightening out his hair. The
woman fixed her lipstick, brushing her lithe fingers through her auburn hair
and smoothing out her flower-printed dress. Dipper continued to stare at her,
his eyes narrowed in what was a mixture of anger and confusion.
“Dipper,” His father said, bringing him back from his trance, “You’re early.”
Dipper turned his glare towards his father and he felt his eyes starting to
sting, crap, he couldn’t cry right now!
“They cancelled the meeting,” He said blankly, “I thought we could go to the
forest today to finish up our project.” His father smiled a little and nodded.
“O-oh of course,” he said, “Let me get my jacket.”
“Who is she?” Dipper asked, hating the fact that his dad was so quick to
dismiss the situation going on. The woman seemed to visibly stiffen and she
turned towards Dipper, giving him a gentle smile, “Who are you?” He snapped,
feeling his body starting to shake.
“Dipper, mind your manners,” His father interjected, frowning at him. He stared
incredulously back at him.
“Dad, you’re cheating!” He shouted, “On mom!” The man raised his hands up to
help calm his son, but Dipper’s blood had already began pumping with
adrenaline, “How could you?”
The man sighed and brought a hand to pinch at the bridge of his nose, “You’re
too young, Dipper, you wouldn’t understand.”
“Shermie…” The woman spoke quietly, “I think I should leave…I’ll call you
later, okay?”
Dipper scowled and stomped his foot, “No! No don’t even think about calling
later!” He shouted at the top of his lungs, startling both adults. The woman
looked at him sadly and made to reach out to him, hoping to help calm him. But
the moment her fingers neared his cheek, he slapped them away, staring darkly
at her. The woman made a small noise and quickly stepped back with a huff,
rubbing her red hand.
“Dipper,” His dad snapped, “That was very rude!” he scolded him with a stern
look before reaching for the woman and giving her a comforting hug, “I’m sorry
about this Amy,” he said. The woman smiled gently and shook her head.
“No…it’s alright, I guess it was my fault. He’s upset…I’ll leave.”
Dipper watched in fuming silence as they kissed goodbye and quickly moved away
from her as she walked past him, giving him an apologetic smile as she made her
way out, leaving just the two of them. He turned back to his dad.
“Don’t,” the man sighed, and made to move towards the kitchen. Dipper’s scowl
deepened.
“I’m telling mom,” he said, voice cold. His dad stopped and turned back towards
him, for the first time ever, Dipper saw a small hint of guilt and fear in his
father’s eyes, “She deserves to know,” he added, never once breaking eye
contact. The man shook his head.
“Dipper, you can’t tell your mother.”
“Dad, this is wrong!” He snapped back, watching his father march over to him,
“She needs-,”
SMACK!
“You’re not going to speak a word about this to your mother!” His dad snarled,
his voice echoing around him, “I am your father and you will do what I tell you
to!” Dipper jumped, eyes wide as he stared at his father, his hand flying up to
his throbbing cheek. The man had hardly ever raised his voice and had never hit
him like that before, “Understand?”
Dipper made no response, feeling his eyes becoming blurry for a moment before
big, hot tears slid down his cheeks. His dad stared for a moment, seeming to
realize what he had just done and his gaze softened quickly. He sighed and
knelt down in front of him, resting his hands on top of his shoulders and doing
his best to comfort him, “I’m sorry for yelling and hitting you,” He said,
“That was wrong…but, you cannot tell your mother Dipper.”
Dipper sniffed, rubbing at his eyes with the heel of his left hand, “W-why
not?” He asked, voice sounding choked up, “Sh-she’s been hurting and you’re
always lying to her-,”
“I know, believe me, I know,” His father said gently, pulling his son into a
tight hug, “But this will hurt her even more. You can’t tell her Mason. She’ll
be angry at the both of us for it.”
“The both of us?” He sniffled, “Why?”
He couldn’t see it, but his father smiled a little, “Because you know about it
too. You’ll be in just as much trouble for it as me. Do you want that?”
Dipper stayed quiet for a moment, biting his bottom lip and squinting in
thought, “…no…” he said quietly, “I don’t…”
His father held him tighter and rubbed circles along his back in a soothing
manner, “Then we have to keep this a secret. Not even Mabel can know.
Understand?”
“…yes, sir.”
“Good boy.”
*
*
*
Dipper cracked his eyes open slowly, staring at the ceiling. He felt something
wet sliding down the side of his face and it took him a moment to realize it
was a tear. He had been crying. He sniffed, slowly sitting up and wincing at
the pain that shot up his torso. It had been a while since he had thought about
that memory and of his father. He frowned, wiping away the drying tears from
his face and pulling lightly at his hair.
He hated that memory. He hated his father. And that woman, Amy. She had ruined
everything by stepping into their lives. He mulled dully over how their life
must’ve been now, and how his half-sibling was. How would they feel knowing
that it was their mother who tore this family’s life apart? He shook his head,
feeling his bitterness mix with his self-hate. He hadn’t had such thoughts like
that in years, in fact, he had managed to silence those intrusive thoughts. So
why were they coming back?
Because you’re not fully fixed, idiot. You’ll never be. Especially not after
this. You’re just completing the cycle.
Like father, like son.
He flopped back down on his bed, “Shut up…” he muttered to himself, turning on
his side and curling into a tight ball. His thoughts were probably just acting
up because of his stress. Although if he was being quite honest, he really
wasn’t feeling anything at the moment. He pulled the blanket over his head and
burrowed deep under the covers, thank god for Saturdays.
Knock! Knock!
“Heeeeeeey Dipping-sauce!” A cheery voice called from behind his door. Dipper
groaned, closing his eyes tightly, he took his thanks back. There were more
knocks on his bedroom door and he let out an annoyed moan.
“Go away!” He said, more out of exhaustion than anything else. But his door
swung open anyways and he sighed, peeking out from beneath the covers a little-
he was still naked after all, and most likely covered in hickies thanks to
Bill. He glared lightly at his beaming sister, “Let me sleeeeeep,” he groaned,
or begged, he couldn’t be sure.
His sister tsked, “No can do, brother o’mine!” Mabel chirped, “It’s already
past two and mom doesn’t want you sleeping in any longer than that. Besides!
You’re long past due for a great day with your sister! So let's go!” She said,
racing towards the bed and jumping up on it, “Up and at’em, Dip!”
Dipper let out a pained noise in response and scooted back from his sister’s
form, keeping the blankets close.
“Mabel…can’t we do it tomorrow? I’m really, really tired.”
His sister pouted, “Did you stay up all night studying again?” She asked,
squinting her eyes in suspicion, “Or reading?”
“Both,” Dipper said, staring at her with a blank expression. He felt his chest
tighten as she leaned in closer, and his heart began to pick up its pace. He
stared at her as calmly as he could, which was rather difficult since he felt
like he was going to have an attack at any moment. Then Mabel pulled back and
scrunched her nose, cupping her hand over both her nose and her mouth.
“P.U!” She said in a very overly-exaggerated tone, “You stink like crazy! Have
you been skipping showers again?”
Dipper bristled, cheeks turning red, “No!” He snapped, embarrassed, “I jumped
into a pond with Tad yesterday and forgot to take one…” he said. It was a lie.
But there was no way he was going to tell his sister he had had two rounds of
sex and had yet to cleanse himself. Mabel crinkled her nose and rolled her
eyes, removing her hand from her nose and mouth.
“Gross…you slept with duck poo all over you,” she snickered. Dipper rolled his
eyes, smiling a little.
“Yeah, yeah…” he sighed and stretched a little under the blankets, welp, he was
already awake, so no sleeping at this point anymore, “Could ya get out so I can
change?” he asked. Mabel perked up, but shook her head.
“As happy as I am to hang with you, you are going to take a shower today!”
With that she stood up and skipped her way out of the room, squeaking in
surprise as she almost bumped into Bill.
“Ah! Sorry, Bill!” She grinned, toothily. The older man returned her smile and
waved his hand dismissively.
“No worries, Shooting Star,” he said, “My coffee is safe, so no harm done.”
“Are you and mom still heading out for dinner tonight?” She asked. He nodded.
“Yeup!” He grinned, “Which means you crazy kids have the house to yourselves
tonight. So no throwing any wild parties,” he teased, then leaned down just a
little, “Unless it’s just you two,” he winked, standing tall once more. He
glanced past Mabel to Dipper, who was peeking his head out from beneath the
covers and smiled softly at him, his eyes shining for a moment, “Well, well,
well, sleeping beauty has finally risen,” He chuckled, eyeing him carefully.
“How’re ya feeling?”
Dipper looked away at the term used for him before meeting Bill’s gaze, a bit
too shyly to be considered normal, “F-fine,” he stuttered, “Though I’d feel
much better if I could go back to sleep.”
Mabel tsked, trying not to seem bothered by the weird tension between her
brother and Bill, “No way, Dipper! I expect you to be in and out of the shower
by the time I finish making us lunch!” She grinned before moving past Bill to
head downstairs. It was quiet for the moment as they heard her feet thud down
the stairs. Then Bill walked in and smiled again at Dipper, setting his mug
down on the nightstand. Dipper rested his head back on his pillow as he stared
back up at Bill’s handsome face, taking in the smooth skin of his freshly
shaven face. The older man gently ran his fingers through the younger’s hair,
brushing his hair back to reveal that constellation on Dipper’s forehead.
“Need an aspirin?” He asked, placing a gentle kiss to the birthmark. Dipper
blushed, but smiled.
“Y-yeah…an aspirin or two would be great,” he replied back, he tried sitting
up, but hissed again before smiling weakly, “Maybe four would be better,” he
said, chuckling awkwardly. Bill smiled and reached into his right pocket,
pulling out the pain-killer bottle and handing it to the boy. Dipper smiled,
grateful for it as he took it out.
“I gotta head to work,” Bill said, pressing a kiss to Dipper’s lips, “I’ll see
ya later tonight?” His eyes seemed to search Dipper’s with a small bead of
hope, and it had Dipper’s heart skipping a beat.
“Yeah,” he smiled.
“Yeah?” Bill hummed, kissing him again, his smile seeming to widen, “Alrighty
then. Stay safe today, kid. And, don’t talk to Tad anymore, okay?” he asked.
Dipper pouted a little.
“But he’s my friend,” Dipper said, “And it’s not like he’ll try to do anything
again. I only want you to touch me,” he admitted, looking away quickly. Bill
stared with surprise, before laughing lightly.
“You’re cute,” He said, kissing the tip of his nose, “I’ll let it slide. But if
he does it again…” he trailed off, giving Dipper a wink as the boy met his
gaze. Then he stood, picking his mug up again, “Now, I really need to go. My
boss’ll have my ass if I’m late,” he grinned, earning a laugh from Dipper. With
another goodbye, he turned and left the room, leaving Dipper to smile giddily
as he got up. He quickly put on his boxers and shirt before gathering up some
fresh clothes and heading to the shower. He made a mental note to wash his
blankets once he came back out.
                                     * * *
When Dipper emerged from out of the shower, he could faintly smell the scent of
mac’n cheese that his sister was making. He sighed, trying his best to make
himself seem more like himself, but today felt unusually hard. He really wanted
to just go back and lay in bed. He sighed again and turned away from the mirror
he hadn’t realized he’d been staring at and decided to just carry on with his
day. No doubt his sister was already eagerly waiting for him, her face probably
lit up with a smile at finally having a twin day. He felt a small tug at his
lips from the thought of it and it was enough to get him feeling at least a bit
more pumped up than he was a second ago.
Not sparing another minute, he left the restroom now fully clothed and cleaned.
He dumped his soiled clothes in the hamper before running a hand through his
damp hair and shaking the remaining droplets out as he made his way downstairs.
His sister was already on the couch, watching some mindless TV show cartoon
about some guys defeating a demon. He noticed the extra bowl of food on the
table and snorted.
“I see you weren’t giving me an out option,” he said, hopping over the back of
the couch and plopping down on the spot besides his twin. Mabel turned to him
mid-bite and grinned.
“Of course not,” she replied back, “There was no way I was skipping out on this
opportunity,” she ended her sentence by sticking her tongue out at him before
stuffing the plastic spoon in her mouth.
Dipper chuckled and reached out for his own bowl, his stomach grumbled in reply
and he made quick work to fill himself up on macaroni and cheese. They stared
at the program in silence, occasional giggles were released as they watched the
main characters banter with the demon. Mabel glanced towards her brother,
noting the large bags under his eyes. While Dipper seemed preoccupied with the
show, she took the time to look at him. In truth, Mabel had noticed the
changes, and while a part of her felt like they were staring her in the face,
it seemed like it was a puzzle that just wouldn’t let itself be solved.
She sighed, about to look away before a small spot at the base of Dipper’s neck
caught her eye. It was hardly noticeable at a first glance-Dipper’s shirt
collar hid most of it-but the more she looked at it, she could tell that it
looked like a small speck of a bruise. Well, not a bruise per say but more
like…
She blinked.
The dots were starting to connect little by little.
She nearly choked on her food as the realization struck her and she put her
bowl down on the small coffee table in front of them-probably with a little
force than she cared to admit, but this was really shocking news! She felt her
lips twitch upwards into a sly grin and she leaned closer to her brother,
nudging his arm with the tip of her elbow.
“Dipper, you slydog!” She grinned, earning a surprised look from her brother,
“Are you having a secret relationship with someone at school?”
Dipper’s reaction was fast. A dark red blush bloomed like a flower in spring
across his face and he began to sputter, coughing as bits of macaroni managed
to brush against the back of his throat. He leaned forward, placing his bowl
down, his spoon clattering loudly against the dark surface. He broke into a
cold sweat, his nerves on fire and fingers shaking with the equivalent strength
of an earthquake. He let out a gasping breath, his mind beginning to whirl.
Breathe! He thought madly to himself, deep breaths, breathe!
“Dipper, are you okay?” Mabel’s concerned voice cut through his mini panic
attack and he snapped his head up, eyes frantic and wild as he struggled to
speak.
“I don’t-what are you-p-pardon?” he rambled, god he was pathetic!
Mabel patted his back gently, “Hey, hey calm down,” she said softly, rubbing
small circles, “Breathe, Dipper; deep breaths.”
He followed her example, taking in a deep breath through his nose before
holding it for three counts, he exhaled it through his lips slowly, trying to
will himself to relax. He felt stupid for reacting like this, why was he even
reacting like this? He hadn’t had an attack since…
Breathe, he reminded himself, continuing to following his sister’s example.
After what seemed like an eternity, his breathing had finally somewhat returned
back to normal. The overwhelming noises in his head seemed to quiet down a bit,
and his chest didn’t feel as tight. His fingers still shook however, though it
wasn’t as bad as it was earlier. He sighed, closing his eyes and just trying to
relax a little. Mabel stayed quiet while he did, she hadn’t stopped staring at
him with worry though.
When he opened his eyes, she cracked a small smile, “Feel better?” She asked.
He nodded, not trusting his voice. He honestly felt bad, causing a scene over
something so small. Really, he needed to get his emotions in check.
“Sorry…” he muttered, “I didn’t mean to…flip out.”
Mabel shook her head, “No, don’t apologize, Dip,” she smiled, “I mean, I did
suddenly just spring that out on you without warning. But…” her smile slipped
and she looked away, “How’re you doing?” She asked.
Dipper’s eyes widened and he suddenly felt a strong sense of guilt and shame.
He knew what she was asking, and he had to look away, “I’m fine…” he said, “It
was just a small slip, it doesn’t mean I’m…you know…” he shrugged helplessly,
“I’m fine.” Mabel folded her legs on the couch as she turned to face him.
“Dip…”
He shook his head, glowering at the floor as he brought up his legs to hug them
close to his chest, “I’m not having a secret relationship with anyone,” he said
suddenly. Liar, he thought to himself, but he forced himself to squash the
thought down.
Mabel frowned, “Dipper, I’m not stupid. You’ve been secretive lately and closed
off…and not to mention I know what a hickey is,” she said, reaching to poke at
the small spot on her brother’s neck. Dipper jumped and slapped a hand over the
spot she had touched. He blushed red again and looked away.
“I’m not in a relationship, Mabel,” he said, a little more firmly, “It’s more
of a…one-time thing.” Lie.
A look of understanding crossed his sister’s face and she nodded slowly, “I
see…” she said, “With who?”
“I can’t say…” She’d hate you if she knew.
A beat of silence. Then
“Ihadsexwithacollegeboy,” Mabel rushed out, taking in a deep breath as if she
had spent it all on that one confession alone. Dipper blinked in surprise and
turned to her with a look of shock. Had he heard correctly?
“What?” He gaped.
It was Mabel’s turn to go red, and she stared at the TV, seeming to look past
the screen, “The truth is…” she sighed, “I’m not…as chirpy…as I may seem…” she
admitted slowly, “I’m not all innocence and sparkles.” She turned to face her
brother and have a small, weak smile, “Truth is…I…I look for kicks in other
people too,” she finished. Dipper could only stare, his eyes looking at his
sister.
“Y-you,” he began, “You have sex with college students?” He furrowed his eyes
and reached out to his sister, “Mabel that’s…” what could he say to that
really? She shouldn’t be having sex with older guys? Was he really going to
play devil’s advocate right now when he himself is having an affair with his
own mother's boyfriend? Talk about being a hypocrite…
“Dipper,” Mabel said, breaking him from his thoughts, “Tad’s not really a high
school student, is he?” She asked. Dipper’s breath caught in throat and he met
his sister’s gaze slowly. The way she looked at him was…indescribablereally.
Her eyes looked so…so shadowed and filled with unreadable emotions. It was hard
for Dipper to lie at this point.
“No,” he breathed, “He’s not.” She nodded.
“Who is he?”
Dipper bit his bottom lip before swallowing, “He’s uh…a friend of Bill. I met
him at the party we went with mom and him.”
Mabel said nothing, she pursed her lips, looking as if she wanted to lecture
him, but this was the most of her brother she had been able to reach and she
was glad to see that he was starting to share something with her. Tad may have
been the reason he seemed so withdrawal from them, and he could’ve been the
reason as to why Bill seemed more protective and clingy than usual. Perhaps
that night Bill had gotten Dipper upset over his little date was more out of
concern than actually trying to start a fight. It seemed to make sense, and it
was way better than the alternative she had been thinking of.
“Did you have sex with Tad?” She asked, eyes searching his for the answer.
Dipper stared, he stared hard into Mabel’s eyes as she asked that question.
This was his chance to keep her from digging too close, this was his chance to
keep her from seeing the truth and realizing just how horrible he really was.
His sister had unknowingly provided him with an out to avoid her prying.
But, could he really use Tad as a shield like this? Tad was a great guy, a good
person. He hardly deserved this, right? And what if Mabel had discovered the
truth? He shook his head, breaking from his questions upon questions. This was
a godsend to his inner problems.
“Yes,” he said, unbidden, not sparing a second thought, “I did.”
Something changed in Mabel’s eyes and she seemed to let out an air of relief,
as though a heavy weight had been lifted from off of her. Dipper wished he
could feel that same relief, but instead his problems seemed to grow bigger.
Wonder why…, he thought wryly to himself.
“Okay…” She said, nodding, “I won’t tell mom about this, if you don’t tell her
about me,” she said, patting his back, “Deal?”
And suddenly Dipper was back to being thirteen, except instead of keeping the
secret about his dad, he was keeping it about himself. His dad’s face had
morphed into Bill’s, the woman at his side was him. He never broke eye contact
with Mabel as he nodded his affirmation.
“Deal,” he said, then turned back to face the TV. As Mabel began talking about
something about her club at school, Dipper had felt a part of himself chip
away.
Chapter End Notes
     Song that inspired this chapter (give it a listen to, I generally
     like this song! It's also currently Dipper's theme song)
     https://youtu.be/ogQ97RbmU9s
     What do you guys think about Dipper?
     Also, there's more to Mabel than you think. Dipper and Charlotte
     weren't the only ones affected by past memories. More of Mabel's will
     come to light soon.
     We're closing in on the breaking point.
     I apologize again for my long absence and lack of updates for this
     fic. I am doing all I can to complete it because I really want to.
     Thank you for bearing with me, you guys really are the best and I
     love you.
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