So, I have an account on Ao3 (veereble_atsim_iali) where these drabbles have been up for over a year. I figured it was finally time to move these to my ffn account just so it's available for the people who don't use Ao3. The first couple of these are only a couple hundred words, but they start to get longer after that. Slow updates as always.
Bill liked snuggles. A lot. He couldn't feel them, but he liked them anyway. Mostly because they came from Pine Tree. Sure, Shooting Star would hug him too, but the best always came from his Pine Tree. Even without any physical nerve endings they always seemed warm and soft and he could just imagine what it must be like to smell Dipper as he was being hugged.
So, he harassed the kid into giving them all the time. Be it the threat of nightmares or just singing at a loud volume until the kid cracked like an egg. The kid acted like he hated it. All those frowns and sighs and 'go away you demented triangle,' but he wasn't fooling Bill.
Not when he could peek into the kids mind and feel the hugs from his side. Bill knew his points dug into pine tree when they hugged, but the kid always tightened his arms around him- just for a second- before he let go. He's pretty sure it means something. He could always peek into the kid's head, but he figures he'll let his Pine Tree tell him when he's ready.
Until then, he'll just encourage him with more hugs, possibly weaponizing them if it could possibly make things faster.