Hey, all! It's been SUCH a long time! I've had ideas, but honestly, I've been too lazy to write. BUT HEY! I did, and I love it, so I hope you will too! Enjoy!

Play With Me, Please?

"Pintree..."

"No."

"But Pinetree..."

"No."

Bill glared at Dipper, who was sitting on the couch reading that stupid journal.

"You PROMISED you would play with me today!" Bill huffed.

"Yeah, I did. I never said when I would, did I?"

Bill sipped his soda sadly as Mabel walked into the kitchen.

"Something wrong?" She asked.

"Pinetree..." He mumbled.

"Oh, Dipper. What did he do now?"

"Nothing, really. I just wanna play with him, and he's reading that stupid book."

"Sooo...you want him to pay attention to you?"

"Yeah."

"Have you tried tickling?" Mabel suggested.

Bill stared at her.

"Say that again."

"Um, tickling?"

Bill smiled evilly and ran out of the room.

Mabel shook her head.

"What have I done..."

Dipper slipped into his pajamas, got into bed, and started reading his journal.

Bill came into the room and smiled at Dipper.

"Hey, Bill. Come to say goodnight?" Dipper returned the smile.

"Not exactly." Bill said, walking over to Dipper's bed.

"What do you mean, not exa-AH!" Dipper screamed as Bill picked him up.

"Bill!" Dipper's face was red. "What are you doing?"

Bill didn't answer, he just smiled and started kissing Dipper all over.

"Bill-ah-" Dipper huffed, blushing madly.

Bill stopped and looked at him, then laughed.

"What?" Dipper demanded.

"You're just so cute." He cooed.

Dipper rolled his eyes but couldn't help but smile.

Bill lay down on the bed with Dipper in his arms.

"Come on Bill, not tonight...hm..." Dipper started to protest, but stopped when Bill kissed his neck.

They lay in bed, Bill softly stroking Dipper's side.

Dipper gave a cute little noise every time he touched him, and eventually flipped over to face Bill.

"What?" Bill asked innocently.

"Why are you stroking me?" Dipper asked seriously.

Bill laughed and pulled up Dipper's shirt.

"Hey!" Dipper prosted, but shut his mouth when Bill planted a kiss on his belly button.

"I don't see you complaining." Bill said smugly, and Dipper didn't reply.

Bill waited until Dipper relaxed again, then lightly fluttered his fingers over his bare stomach.

"GAH!" Dipper squeaked and sat up, staring at Bill.

"Shooting star told me you're ticklish." Bill teased.

"S-She was lying!" Dipper said frantically.

"I don't think so." Bill, tickling him again.

"HeheheNO Bihihill! Plehehease, dohohn't! Bill, ahahahaSTOP!" Dipper giggled as Bill pulled him close and tickled him all over.

It went like that for a few minutes, then Dipper's hands found the hem of Bill's shirt.

The roles were switched, and Dipper was on top of Bill, tickling madly.

"Ha! That's what you get!" Dipper said triumphantly.

Bill face was red, and his laugh was loud and adorable.

So it went on and on, Dipper tickling Bill, Bill tickling Dipper.

Meanwhile, Mabel and Grunkle Stan were downstairs, watching TV.

"What is that noise?" Stan grunted.

"Oh, nothing." Mabel giggled.

So yeah, I ship Bipper. DEAL WITH IT. And, obviously, this is human Bill. And if you don't know what he looks like, look it up and reread this. (This would be so weird with regular Bill) Ciao!