Quick message to JacksepticEyeFan: I've never been to Newport and likely never will. I know there's this magical thing on Google where I can look up pictures of Newport and paint a description based off that but I decided to go "eh, fuck it." So the Newport described in this story is, instead, a combination of places I've been before (ie Old Orchard Beach and Wildwoods).

I'm not planning on changing that either so, yeah. This Newport is entirely fictitious.


The day following the night of the pier started a bit tensely. When they'd gone home the night before, Mabel had walked ahead chatting with Bill, while Dipper and Pacifica walked a few paces further back in silence. Here and there, both would make remarks on the things they passed or lame jokes but no real conversation took place. When they'd gone to bed, Mabel had been rather quiet with Pacifica, wishing her a quiet "Good night" before retreating into her room. The same mood had started the next day but settled fairly quickly when Pacifica walked into the kitchen and treated Mabel like nothing had happened the night before. It was an attempt at forgiving and literally forgetting that Mabel was too happy to go along with.

The two girls found themselves chatting and laughing again within seconds. Though Dipper was unconvinced that things were resolved on an individual and personal level, he wasn't about to object and intervene. The point of vacationing was to spend time relaxing while being happy and vocally reminding everyone of the tenseness and awkwardness of the night before would only ruin that. If things decidedly solved themselves by vehemently ignoring whatever conflict had come up, then who was he to object?

"So what are we thinking of doing today?" Pacifica asked as she spread jam on her toast. "Another day at the beach?"

"Yeah, unless you had something else in mind." Mabel answered with a shrug while pouring herself a bowl of cereal.

"Nope." Pacifica said, bringing her plate to the table.

"I was thinking we could have a barbecue tonight." Dipper said as Mabel joined them. "Any objections?"

"Sounds good to me." Mabel said.

"Same here." Pacifica said, "It just sucks we don't have beers or coolers to go with it."

"We are underage." Dipper reminded.

"Yeah, but only in the United States." Pacifica pointed out, "We can legally drink basically everywhere else in the world – except, maybe, in two or three countries. And don't pretend to be a law abiding citizen! I see you drink beers all the time at the Mystery Shack!"

"Ooh!" Mabel joked.

"Whether I drink or not doesn't change that we can't legally buy alcohol." Dipper stated with a roll of the eyes, "We'd probably get kicked out of the store immediately."

"I can solve that." Bill declared.

A portal opened up beneath his chair and he fell through. Rather than closing, the bright blue hole remained and all three watched curiously, waiting for something to happen. Some five minutes later, Bill returned with a two six packs of beer and a box of eighteen Bud Light mix-a-rita cans.

"Voilà!" Bill declared, dropping his purchases on the table.

"Are those stolen?" Mabel asked skeptically.

"No!" Bill said, "I bought them. In Canada."

"That's still illegal." Dipper sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, "You have to declare things like that at the border."

"You know, I always get complains when I try doing something nice for you." The demon frowned, "What the rest of the world doesn't know won't kill them. Probably."

"I'm fine with this." Pacifica admitted with a shrug as she tore open the box and looked over one of the cans. "And he's kind of right. Might as well enjoy."

"See?" Bill said, gesturing Pacifica, "Blondie's got the right idea!"

"We are on vacation…" Mabel conceded.

"Not you too Mabel!" Dipper whined.

"You don't need to drink any of it, Pine Tree." Bill smirked, "It just means more for us."

Dipper frowned and glared at the six packs of beer in front of him. He let out a frustrated sigh and through his head back, "Alright, fine." He said, "Whatever, I'll have some later. Screw you guys."

"You were bound to get roped in doing something illegal sooner or later." Mabel chuckled, "You are dating a demon."

Dipper rolled his eyes. He had the feeling he would be doing that a lot over the course of the week.

They finished breakfast and packed the alcoholic beverages in the refrigerator. It ended up clogging most of the space to the point where some of the mix-a-rita cans had to stay in the box in which they came so as to be able to close the machine's door. Then they pulled on their bathing suits, grabbed their beach supplies, and made their way to the ocean.

They were expecting to find empty sand with a lot of space to set their things up just like the other day. However, upon arrival, they noticed that their normally deserted beach was far more populated than it had ever been. A large banner hung from two thin sticks stabbed into the ground and it read: "Sand Castle competition". Near it was a makeshift booth with a plastic table where contestants would go to sign up. There was actually a rather long line of people waiting to write down their name and just as many more actually beginning the construction of their sand castles.

The competition also brought with it a crowd of curious onlookers with no intentions of participating. These people had set up their towels, umbrellas, and beach chairs along the shore and swam in the ocean, waiting for to see the end products of the participants. Because of all this, there was hardly anywhere for Dipper, Mabel, Pacifica, and Bill to comfortably set themselves up.

"What the hell's this?" Pacifica mumbled in annoyance as they walked on the hot, white sand. "I didn't hear anything about this."

"That's kind of cool though." Mabel said.

Dipper noticed how she kept eyeing the sign up booth. "You want to participate?" he asked.

"Only if you do it with me." Mabel said too quickly.

"What? Why?" Dipper asked, "You know I'm not artistic."

"But we're such an awesome team!" Mabel insisted. "We could crush this thing!"

Dipper sighed and glanced at the participants that had already begun sculpting their mountains of wet sand. "I don't know, Mabel." He said, "Some of these people look like professionals."

"It'll be fun!" Mabel cooed, "Come on! Let's just do it!" she turned to Bill and Pacifica, "Let's all just form a big team and go for it."

"Alright." Pacifica conceded with pretend exasperation.

"Whatever." Bill said uncaringly.

"Fine." Dipper said, "Let's just set our stuff up first."

There was a spot near the shore where they could squeeze there things in and still have a relatively satisfying amount of space. Once everything was set up, they made a b line back to the booth at which point the line had become considerably shorter. Waiting wasn't particularly long and soon they were in front of the man scribbling down the name of participants on a clipboard. He had hair evidently dyed a bright blue, wore a Hawaiian shirt with strange furry pants. His arms were covered in ominous tattoos of eyes, crescent moons, and tentacles. And yet, the man smiled brightly and greeted them energetically.

"Welcome to the SCC – Sand Castle Competition!" He said, "My name is Tad Palmer, are you interested in signing up as a participant?"

"Yes." Dipper answered, a bit taken aback by the warm reception.

"Right, then just sign your name here…" Tad said, handing them the clipboard and a pen, "Will you be participating as a group of four?"

"Yes." Dipper said again, meekly.

"Then just scribble down the names of your other team members next to yours." Tad indicated, "We'll be judging the creations at 4PM so you have up until then to make something."

"Okay." Dipper said and gave the clipboard back.

Tad looked it over quickly, pursing his lips and tapping the end of his pen against them pensively, "You're not professionals are you?"

"No." Dipper said slowly.

"Then I'll check you for the beginners' category." He said and flicked the pen on the paper. He then grabbed one of the smaller, square papers that laid on the table and handed it over, "Just put this near or on your creation when you're done so we know you're a contestant."

"Is there a prize?" Mabel asked peaking over her brother's shoulder.

"The professionals have a cash reward," Tad explained, "And the beginners have a chance to win coupons for the pier."

"Awesome!" Mabel cheered. "Let's go, guys!"

"Have fun!" Tad called and waved them away.

"That guy was a bit strange…" Pacifica mumbled.

"One might even say a tad strange." Bill joked and laughed a little too much at his clever pun.

They walked pass the cluster of professionals digging up large mountains of sand and went to the beginners who had smaller but still big piles. Mabel was the one to stop them at a spot she found adequate. Standing in akimbo, she let out a satisfied breath before facing Dipper, Bill, and Pacifica, ready to get things started.

"Alright, we're going to have to fetch the shovels and buckets we have." Mabel started, "Dipper, I want you to grab one of the smallest sand buckets and fill it up with sand dollars and other pretty sea shells you find on the shore. Pacifica, you're going to grab the bigger buckets and fill them up with water. Bill, you're going to grab our bigger shovel and start digging!" she then drew an x on the sand with her foot as a point of reference, "Now let's get to work!"

"Hang on," Dipper interjected, "Why do I have to grab the sea shells? And why aren't you doing anything?"

"No offense, Dipper," Mabel said, "You're too weak to do much of anything else." Bill and Pacifica both had to slap their hands over their own mouths to keep from laughing out loud, "And I'm doing the toughest job: directing! When we get a good pile going, I'll also be the artist!"

Dipper sighed in defeat and they all got to work. Dipper walked around the shore line, picking up colourful and whole seashells he knew his sister would approve of while Pacifica ran back and forth with buckets of water until there were no buckets left. Then she joined Bill and Mabel in digging up a pile of sand and wetting it with the collected water. Dipper came back much later, when his sister had already begun carving into the miniature mountain with Pacifica's help as Bill simply sat on the side, playing with seaweed he had been told to collect at some point.

Once Mabel took notice of him, Dipper was also roped into sculpting her vision. They worked tirelessly and with such a blind devotion that none of them noticed their empty stomachs growling until much later – when the sand castle was practically done. It had turned out much bigger than Dipper had expected and was also fairly decent. It didn't look terrible but it looked horrendous in comparison to what the professionals were making a few feet away. And upon glancing at their competition, he'd say their chances of winning the coupons for the pier were pretty good.

Then they left the number Tad had given them by the work they had made and went out to swim in the ocean. They played and enjoyed the sun for about three more hours before a blow horn called back the contestants as well as the people interested to see who would win. They began with the children's category and ended up rewarding all the participants with stickers and coupons of the like – it was clearly in an effort not to hurt anyone's feelings. As for the beginners, Dipper, Mabel, Bill, and Pacifica's category, only three winners were pronounced and they so happened to be amongst them.

The group decided not to stick around to see which of the professionals would take the prize money because none of them really cared enough. They returned to their towels, chairs, and beach umbrellas to enjoy what was left of the day and the warm sea. They stayed until the sun began setting again at which point the flock of people that had suddenly been invading their area were mostly gone. Mabel and Pacifica swam around in the waves, playing and splashing water at one another.

"So is this what it's like to be human?" Bill asked quietly as he watched the sun set.

"Pretty much." Dipper said and leaned back in his chair.

"I could get used to this." Bill smiled and glanced at Dipper, "I had fun."

Dipper was stunned into brief silence. There had always been some demonic or overall supernatural flare to Bill even in his human body. His eyes seemed wild and his smile, unnatural among many other things. And yet, in that very moment, there was something incredibly human to him. His eyes seemed peaceful and were without the slightest twinkle of malevolence. The soft smile that played at his lips was small, subtle, and normal. The whole of it took Dipper's breath away.

"Me too." Dipper smiled and took his demon's hand.

The brunet had the strong urge to profess his love then and there but he kept his mouth shut. It wasn't that he thought it was too soon or that the confession might ruin the moment – it was more that it was unnecessary. The moment they shared was perfect the way it was, with the laughs of Pacifica and Mabel, the sounds of the waves splashing and crashing onto shore, colouring the background. There was no point in saying "I love you". Bill probably already knew.

The day came to a peaceful end as such. The group returned to the small house they rented and had a barbecue. They drank the beer and coolers Bill had illegally retrieved from Canada and drank most of it. They were all so lost in the fun they had continuously had from the moment they set foot on the beach. And though Dipper was utterly exhausted and drowsy from the amount of alcohol he had consumed, he found himself struggling to fall asleep. It was like a part of him insisted that the day wasn't over just yet – that there was one last thing they could do.

Dipper slipped out of the bed he shared with Bill. He noted the demon was actually sleeping with his hands cradled near his face. He looked so adorable. He made his way to the window and pushed the curtains back just enough for him to see. The brunet glanced at the sky and he gasped as he saw the millions of twinkling stars so clearly in a cloudless night sky. Ideas began bumbling in his head, perhaps the feeling that the day wasn't over just yet was right.

Carefully, Dipper creeped to Bill's side of the bed and shook his gently. The demon's eyes opened in a tired flutter and he mumbled confused and drowsy words, evidently confused on why he was being awoken so late. Dipper offered him a smile as he began whispering to him. "Come on. I want to show you something."

And though the demon was tired and wanted nothing more than to return to the dreamscape, he followed his human out of the bed and into the night. Dipper snatched a pair of keys and a dry towel on the way out, careful to make as little sound as possible. He ushered Bill out the door and followed him, weary of locking it before venturing down the sidewalk. At that point, Bill was more awake.

"What are we doing?" Bill asked.

"Some more human stuff." Dipper grinned and winked.

He took Bill's hand and brought him towards the ocean. The streets were empty, the lights of nearby houses and hotel were completely shut – save for the latter's blue neon sign. There were two street lights on their way to the ocean to light their way but they seemed so unnecessary. Never had Dipper experienced such a bright night. The moon was full and shone almost as brightly as the sun – but not enough to dull the feeble light of the stars.

They stopped on the hard sand and Dipper set down the towel he had brought. He laid down on it, coaxing Bill to do the same by extending his hand towards him. The demon watched him curiously for a moment before lowering himself onto the towel and snuggling into Dipper's embrace. His head rested on his shoulder while one of his hands was place on his chest, drawing lazy circles as his eyes turned to the stars.

"We came star gazing." Bill said softly.

"Yes." Dipper answered.

"I used to do it all the time." Bill admitted, "Before I got involved with you humans. I had nothing else to do so I looked at them." He paused, "I haven't looked at them in a long time."

"It's nice." Dipper said and pulled Bill closer.

"It is." He agreed and looked at him.

They stared into their eyes for what almost felt like an eternity. The sweet moment came to an end when their lips met and then their eyes fell to a close. The kiss was sweet and slow. Tongues gently got involved as they deepened the contact at a steady but leisurely pace. Dipper lost himself in the sweetness of everything. He'd never quite felt and tasted Bill's lips the way he was as they laid by the sea. When he opened his eyes upon breaking the kiss, he found himself hovering above Bill. The latter's pupils were dilated and his cheeks were flushed red. Normally, the sight of him as such would inspire the need for Dipper to hear him beg for more but not this time. There was something erotic about the silence of the moment. Whatever speaking they had to do, they could communicate through the body.

Their clothes were steadily peeled from their bodies. They kissed all the while doing so, hands gently roaming the newly bare skin. The air around them was warm and comforting – perfect. Neither felt uncomfortable. Soon they were both naked, flushed against one another with lips locked and moving slowly. Dipper only pulled away when he was getting ready to start stretching Bill but then stiffened upon realizing he had forgotten to grab the bottle of lube. He mentally cursed himself but the next thing he knew a small portal opened up beside them and spat out the forgotten bottle. Dipper gave Bill a grateful look before snatching it.

He spread the liquid over his three fingers, coating them as evenly as possible before pressing the first digit to the puckered hole. Dipper teased at it briefly, rubbing small circles before carefully pushing against the tight ring of muscles. His finger slipped in easily enough and he slid it in all the way before smoothly pulling it out. A blissful breath escaped Bill's lips and he allowed breathy moans to spill from him as Dipper continued to thrust his finger in and out. Soon he added his second finger, thrusting with a scissoring motion to make the addition of the third finger easier. Unlike most of the other times they had had sex, no loud or needy noises escaped Bill's mouth.

When Bill was finally ready, he pulled out his fingers and spread lube on his hard cock. Dipper then directed the tip towards the stretched entrance and pushed in slowly. Bill let out a low hiss and arched his back slightly. The two then let out breaths they hadn't realized they had been holding when Dipper bottomed out. The latter than took Bill's hands in his, weaving their fingers together, and placing them just above his head. They held each other's gaze filled with mesmerized lust as Dipper slowly began canting and thrusting his hips. Hot, gasping moans filled the air, mostly muffled by the nearby sound of waves.

For a long moment, Bill and Dipper were one in the most intimate of ways. It was erotic as much as it was sweet and natural. The way it seemed it always should be. Their time together in such a manner felt like blissful, perfect decades when, in truth, it lasted just a short time. Before the other one knew it, tight coils had built in the pits of their stomachs and soon they were cumming with sudden and loud moans. Regardless, they stayed connected as such for a short while longer. There was something special and comforting for the two of them.

Eventually though, they did untangle themselves but they still spent a good few hours longer beneath the moon, watching the stars by the ocean.