AN: Warning, there is homophobic language in here. Those views are not supported by this author. Also, characters are a little OOC because I'm not Alex Hirsch and this is not canon. And there are a few possible cliches, but this was just for fun so whatever.

In case you missed it, this is a billdip fanfiction. Don't like, don't read.

Disclaimer: As I just mentioned, my first name is not Alex (or is it?) and my last name is (definitely) not Hirsch. I am not affiliated with Disney in any capacity. I own nothing.

I knew I did from that first moment we met. It was... not love at first sight, exactly, but - familiarity. Like: oh, hello, it's you. It's going to be you. Game over.
~Mhairi McFarlane

For the first time since he was a young child, Dipper Pines woke up next to someone. The thought made him grin as he remembered – he'd met his soulmate yesterday, and it was amazing. Bill was so charming and attractive and funny. Even better, he got along with Mabel, something that had always been a priority for Dipper when letting people into his life. If they couldn't handle Mabel, it was their loss because no one would ever separate Dipper from his sister. Dipper's parents were coming home today from a 'second honeymoon' they'd felt comfortable taking for their 18th anniversary now that the twins were 16 and could drive somewhere if they needed to instead of being trapped at home. Dipper was holding out hope that his parents would approve of Bill as well.

Noticing that it was 10:00, Dipper began to get dressed to go down to breakfast. As he was changing into a not-pajama shirt, Bill had apparently woken up as an appreciative, "Now that is a nice view to wake up to," was heard to Dipper's right, making him blush.

"Shut up," he grumbled in embarrassment.

"What? I can't enjoy the appearance of my soulmate?" Bill teased. The only response he got was Dipper finishing putting his shirt on.

After the two of them were both dressed – and maybe Dipper might have enjoyed his own view for a bit – they went down to the kitchen to find Mabel cooking pancakes with Boyz 4 Now – the band she started listening to after she decided to distance herself from Sev'ral Timez – playing in the background. "Well, good morning, you two," she greeted cheerfully. "Sleep well?"

"Mhm," Dipper hummed, still not fully awake.

"I slept great," Bill said happily. "What about you?"

"Fantastic," Mabel said. "Mom and Dad called just before you two came down here. They just left the airport and they're on their way home."

"How early was their flight?" Dipper asked in surprise.

"7:30," Mabel said. "It only takes 2 hours to fly here from Nebraska, you know."

"No, I didn't know. How did you know?"

"Secret ways," Mabel said with a grin, making Dipper roll his eyes. "What are you two lovebirds planning on doing today?" Mabel asked. It was Saturday, so no school.

"I don't know," Dipper said. "Bill, any plans?"

"Not yet, but we haven't even had breakfast, so who knows? Hey, maybe you could show me around town a little bit more?"

"Sounds great," Dipper agreed.

The day before, Dipper had asked if Bill was new in town as they'd never met before. Bill had said he was, and when Dipper asked what brought him to Piedmont, he'd learned then that Bill was a mage, meaning he had certain abilities that normal humans didn't have. People like him were well-known, but they weren't accepted by everyone, hence Bill getting kicked out by his parents as soon as he showed signs of magic. He'd ended up at a boarding school for people like him, until he graduated 3 months ago. Since he'd worked hard and made stellar grades, he was given a certain amount of money to start out in the real world. As the 5th person from the top of his class, he was given $10,000 dollars. He'd been traveling around through different towns since then, trying to find the right place to settle down and get some sort of job until he decided on a real career when he met Dipper his after school job. (Dipper's boss, who was pretty cool, had congratulated Dipper and told him to take the week off with pay.)

Breakfast was good, and they managed to save some pancakes for their parents in case they came home hungry. No sooner had they all loaded their plates into the dishwasher than their parents came in through the door. "Kids?!" they heard their mom call.

"In the kitchen!" Mabel called back.

Almost immediately, their parents entered the kitchen. They must have left their bags in the entryway. More than likely they'd have their kids take care of it. "Come give us a hug," their mom said with a big smile. Happily enough, the twins went forward to hug their parents. "Has everything been okay here?" they were asked.

"Been great. We have news, too," Mabel said excitedly, though Dipper was a little nervous. He didn't know why, maybe it was normal to be nervous when introducing one's soulmate to their parents for the first time.

"Oh, what would that be?" their dad asked. "And who's this?" Apparently, he had just noticed Bill, who was hanging back to let the twins have their moment with their returning parents.

"Well, lucky for you, we can answer both of those questions at the same time. Dipper met his soulmate yesterday!" Mabel gushed.

"Him?" their mother demanded. "Dipper's soulmate is another boy?"

"Yeah," Mabel said, clearly not seeing the problem.

"But, that's wrong," their dad argued.

"What do you mean it's wrong? You can't control who your soulmate is – it just is how it is," Mabel argued. Now Dipper realized why he'd been so nervous – he remembered reading somewhere that some people looked down on those whose soulmate was the same gender as them, something about it meaning you were twisted the wrong way or needed to keep looking because you were wrong and hadn't really found them.

"I mean just what I said, Mabel, dear. Your soulmate can't possibly share your gender – it only leads to dysfunctional, broken relationships. Dipper, I'm afraid we can't let you do this to yourself."

"Try and stop me," Dipper challenged. "Bill's my soulmate and there's nothing you can do about that. We get along great, it's like we were made for each other. Oh, wait, maybe that's because we were. There isn't anyone else for me, not like Bill, not as good as Bill. He's my soulmate and there's nothing you can do to fix that."

"Is that really the way you feel?" their father asked.

"Of course, it is. How would you have felt if someone had told you that you couldn't be with mom?"

"That would be different. We aren't broken like you apparently are."

"I'm not broken," Dipper protested. He tried to sound determined, but his voice was getting a little shaky as his parents continued to refuse to listen.

"If you're going to be with another boy, it won't be under our roof. He's leaving this house for good. It's your choice whether you go with him or not."

"You're kicking me out?"

"Only if you can't let go of this insanity."

"Fine. I'll leave. Just remember you're the one who asked me to. I'm never coming back, I don't want anything to do with either of you ever again," Dipper said.

"Wait!" Mabel said. "You can't do that! I won't let you! If he goes, I go."

"We wouldn't want a daughter who supported a fag anyway," their mother spat out. "You all have thirty minutes to collect any belongings you don't want us to burn."

Feeling numb, Dipper blindly went up the stairs to his bedroom, thinking idly that it was for the last time. He got out a suitcase and began throwing in t-shirts, shorts, jeans, boxers, sweatshirts, and socks. He added Wendy's hat on top, still with the note everyone had signed 3 summers ago. They'd been back once since then, when they were 14. Having only just turned 16, it had only been about a year.

Dipper went to his bookcase and looked at the titles – all of them that he'd read at least once. Sighing, he chose a few that were his favorites, knowing he'd only be able to carry so many in his suitcase – books were heavy. He got a separate bag for all his shoes – which there weren't that many of, really. He didn't worry about his toothbrush – he could just buy a new one whenever they got to where they were going, and he needed all the space he could get. He had a box full of important mementos, and he put that on top of his zipped-up suitcase.

He got his backpack out and put some of his better sketchbooks in it and dumped the contents of his pencil cup into one of the smaller pouches. He got his secret stash of money from the top shelf of his closet and put it into his backpack as well. He did a final survey of his room, and only then noticed that Bill was standing in the doorway, watching him with concern and sadness written across his features.

"You need any help with anything Pine Tree?" he asked softly.

Dipper didn't know if it was the fact that he suddenly remembered he wasn't alone, the reminder that Bill had been kicked out too, or just the fact that someone was showing concern for him, but just like that the numbness was gone and he was overcome with emotion. Tears flowed down his face and Bill was just there, holding him tightly and running fingers through his hair, the other hand rubbing soothingly up and down his back. "Shhh, it's gonna be okay. I'm here, and I'm gonna make sure everything works out. I'll take care of you. I doubt this helps, but your parents are jerks, and I think you're better off without them, even though it doesn't feel like it now. If they'll kick you out for something like this that's completely out of your control anyway, they were never really your family. Your sister, on the other hand, is pretty cool, I must say."

"Yeah," Dipper said, generally agreeing with everything Bill had said. He relaxed against Bill, letting the other teen hold him up as he got control of his crying.

"Now, is there anything I can help you with? I know thirty minutes isn't long to pack up your life, but being a wizard can help."

"Well, if there was any way you could make it possible for me to have all my books without pulling a muscle trying to carry them, that would be pretty amazing."

"If you could tie them together or just connect them somehow, I can float them down to the car when we get ready to leave. Telekinesis, you know."

"Awesome," Dipper said, getting an old box to put his books and other sketchbooks in. Now knowing there wasn't a weight limit, he did another once-over of his room, but didn't see anything he really wanted to keep. "I think I'm good, now. Let's go check on Mabel."

They found Mabel, whose bedroom was next to Dipper's, pausing packing her own bags. She seemed to be trying to decide which sweaters to pack. "You want some help with that?" Dipper asked.

"Only if you know how to magically let me pack every sweater I own," she replied.

"Well…" Bill said, waggling his eyebrows, "I might just be able to help you there."

"Really!?"

"Yeah, just make sure they're connected one way or another so I don't have to focus on them individually and I can use telekinesis to float them down with us. That's how Dipper's getting all his books packed."

"Oh, you're the best!" Mabel proceeded to tie the corners of her bed-sheet together to make a makeshift bag. "I'm ready now. Everything else is packed. I do feel like I'm forgetting something, though."

"Got your scrapbook?"

"Yes."

"Waddles?"

"Yep."

"Shoes?"

"Yep."

"Other clothes?"

"Yes."

"Girly stuff I don't know about?"

"Pads!" Mabel yelled, rushing to her bathroom. "Thanks, Dipper. We would have been going to CVS quick."

Dipper grimaced, still uncomfortable with the female reproductive system. Well, looked like he never had to be comfortable with it, now.

"Five minutes, you ungrateful wretches!" their mother yelled.

"Guess that's our cue," Dipper said. The twins plus Waddles and Bill made their way downstairs, piling into the car without a word. They were glad they'd saved enough money to buy a car together after turning 16. It was used and 10 years old, but it ran too well for them to complain. They pulled out of the driveway without a backward glance.

"Now what?" Mabel asked. They'd put Bill behind the wheel, just because he was the more emotionally stable out of them in that moment.

"Well, first we're gonna stop at the hotel I stayed at earlier this week – most of my stuff is still there and I have to check out. I only paid for up to today. After that, I'm not sure," Bill said.

"I know Bill has some money, and I've got some, too, but I don't think we've got enough to actually buy a place," Dipper said.

"So, we're stranded?" Mabel asked. "We don't have anywhere to go?"

"I gue—Mabel, what are we thinking? We can go stay with Grunkle Stan and Grunkle Ford. I'm sure they'd be okay with this, right?"

"Let's call them!" Mabel said eagerly, happy at the prospect of a solution. Dipper got his phone out and put it on speaker with the Mystery Shack on the line.

"Mystery Shack," answered a familiar female voice.

"Wendy!" Mabel said. "It's so great to hear your voice right now."

"I can't believe you're still working there," Dipper said.

"Hey, it's not a horrible job for a 19-year-old," Wendy defended. "What are you two calling about, anyway?"

"We need to talk to one of the Stans," Dipper said. "It's important."

"Sure," Wendy said. "Hey old man! The twins want to talk to you on the phone!" they heard her shout.

Soon enough, they heard their Grunkle Stan's voice. "Hey, kids. What's up?"

"We need a place to stay," Mabel said.

"Sure. Attic is always open to you two idiots," Stan said.

"No, you don't understand," Dipper said. "We need to come live with you. Permanently. Or at least as long as kids live with a parental figure."

"What are you talking about?" Stan asked with an edge to his voice.

"Our parents just kicked us out," Mabel explained sadly.

"What the hell for?" Stan demanded.

"Dipper met his soulmate yesterday, but his soulmate is another boy and they have a problem with that. They said they didn't want Bill under their roof again, and Dipper could either go with him and never come back, or agree to never see him again. I told them they'd have to get rid of me too if they kicked Dipper out. They said that was fine. So now we're in the car with most of our stuff and Dipper's soulmate, Bill."

"I reckon this Bill fellow will be staying here, too?"

"Yeah, if that's okay with you," Dipper said.

"Sure, we've still got that extra room," Stan said.

"Wait, you don't expect me and Mabel to still share the attic, do you? It's not that I don't love her, but we're 16. No offense, Mabel, but I don't personally want to share a room with a girl at this age."

"None taken, bro, bro. I feel the same way. Just let Dipper and Bill share."

"Hell no. I don't have a problem with them both being boys, but I'm not going to have my nephew's innocence taken under my roof."

"Grunkle Stan, come on. We slept in the same bed last night and nothing happened. It's not like we're going to do anything a week after meeting each other. We haven't even been on a proper date yet. Just trust us, please."

"I'll make that decision after you get here and I meet him. Just try to get here soon, okay?"

"Grunkle Stan, it's a 10-hour drive, and we're probably gonna have to stop for food on the way at least once," Dipper said.

"Irrelevant. Get here soon."

"Do our best," Mabel said before hanging up. "That went well," she said.

"Yeah, I guess it did," Dipper agreed.

AN: I just discovered Gravity Falls and watched it in 4 days (because who needs sleep) and soon after discovered the Bill/Dipper ship and here we are. I've sort of accepted that I'm doomed to ship all the stupid, non-canon ships. Started writing this and decided, hey I haven't posted anything in a while. So, there you go. I don't know yet if I want to add more to it. Drop me a review if you're interested in seeing more, and feel free to tell me anything specific you'd like to see.

If you're wondering, Bill is a mage because I didn't want him to be a demon, but I still wanted him to have some powers, and this is fanfiction so i can do what I want(?). And yes, I did make a Bob's Burgers reference.