Lost and Found

by taitofan

Rated G for practically nothing offensive at all unless chaste Billdip completely shuts you down

Disclaimer: I don't own Gravity Falls or its characters.

Author's Note: I wrote this because tumblr user pumpdjinn thought some tags I made on a post about matching sweaters was cute, and I just had to write something about it. This will likely become extremely non-canonical in the future, but oh well!

If you have any CC, please share and I'll listen. Please read, review, and enjoy! Finished 10-19-14

Dipper took one look at the garment in his hands and sighed.

"Mabel, I'm not wearing this."

His twin didn't even bother to respond. She only giggled and pointed a few feet away from him. Dipper glanced over and groaned.

"Aw, no way. Bill, take that off!"

Just like Mabel, the demon didn't seem especially concerned with what Dipper was saying. He merely spun around a few times, then pet the soft, tiny sweater Mabel had knit for him.

"Come on Pine Tree, lighten up! Shooting Star went through all this trouble, and you wouldn't want to disappoint her, would you?" Dipper noticed Mabel giving him her best puppy dog pout out of the corner of his eye and pretended he hadn't seen it. No way, no how. He wasn't wearing that sweater. "Besides, we'll match!"

Well, of course they'd match. That was the point of couples' sweaters, wasn't it? Bill's said, 'If found, please return to Dipper' while his said, 'I'm Dipper.' They'd be cute—if not a bit clichéd—on a normal couple, he supposed, but he and the demon were about as far from normal as a couple could possibly get. They couldn't exactly go out in public wearing them, so what was the point?

"Yeesh, Shooting Star," Bill's continued when Dipper got too lost in his own thoughts to reply, "you sure managed to fit a lot on such a small sweater. I'm impressed!"

Mabel's face lit up at the demon's praise. It wasn't too often that someone complimented her work, and it certainly wasn't often that Bill handed out free compliments. In fact, Bill seemed very sincere about liking the tiny sweater. It was… cute. Yes, it was very cute. Too cute.

Dipper sighed again, knowing he'd lost. Maybe they'd never get any real use out of the matching sweaters, but so what? Bill liked them, Mabel enjoyed making them, and Dipper liked seeing them both happy. So on the sweater went, and it was indeed very well made and incredibly soft. Mabel always had had a knack for that sort of thing.

"Dipper, you're wearing it! I knew you secretly liked it!" He chuckled when he found himself with an armful of grinning twin sister. Moments later, Bill floated over and perched himself on Dipper's shoulder, the soft material of the small sweater rubbing against his cheek.

Yeah, this was definitely worth it after all.

…And a week later, when Bill had been tossed in his direction roughly two dozen times after he annoyed everyone around the Mystery Shack, Dipper wondered if maybe he should consider changing his name.