Hey guys!

So, on a totally random note, a guest requested me to write a drabble with her OC, but...

I don't do OCs. Why? Oh, I have many reasons.

First off, I don't want to get anything wrong and I don't know your character's life story.

Second, I have no inspiration whatsoever. Tell me a character from Gravity Falls, done. Not OCs.

Lastly, if your OC is like a random townsperson, I'd consider it- But not like Bill Cipher's half-human sister.

Sorry, guest! No hard feelings?

Anyway, about the actual chappie... idk what to say.

Enjoy!~

-Fly :D

LWHxExpress Requested...

Maybeee Bill could accidentally hurt Dipper and he starts leaning away from Dipper cause he doesn't want to hurt him, 'cause he loves him.

My Response...

OoOoOoOoOh... I like it! The fangirl approves! -'The Dutchess Approves' music starts playing- STAN NO STAN STAN BACK OFF WE AREN'T WATCHING THE DUTCHESS APPROVES -hits Stan with a chair- Anyway... Enjoy, fellow fallers!

P.S: Unless you wanna have a headcannon for why Bill can switch between demonic dorito and snappily-dressed human, that part's PWP.

It was just a kiss.

Just one measly, heat-of-the-moment kiss.

And yet, it was everything and nothing at the same time.

Perfect, passionate.

Draining, dreadful.

Mental and physical scars dragged Dipper down just as much as they lifted him up.

Bill Cipher, demon who had harassed him since the age of twelve, a god damn TRIANGLE...

He'd fallen in love with him, only to be literally burnt during their first kiss.

What a fool.

That's what he'd tell himself, for after the kiss Bill had left him alone.

He hadn't seen the demon since. It'd been a week, and not once had he even bothered to appear.

"Asshole." Dipper mumbled into his pillow. He'd woken up from another dreamless sleep- Bill was avoiding him. There was no way it was coincidental. "Thanks, Bill."

Silence.

"I know you're watching, you fucking Dorito. Thanks a lot for messing with my feelings like that." He blinked back tears, tearing himself away from the cushion. "You could've hurt me without hurting me." He sniffled quietly, pulling off his pyjamas. "If that makes any sense."

Mabel's snoring stopped suddenly, and a rustling sound came from her side of the room. "Dip? You awake?" She whispered tiredly, wiping the sleep from her eyes.

Dipper nodded, though she couldn't see him in the darkness of the barely-lit room. "Yeah, Mabel. I'm changing, so do me a favour and sleep a minute longer." He was answered by a soft 'mhmm' and the sound of blankets once again hugging his sister.

Snoring followed mere seconds later. "Tired one, isn't she." The boy remarked, smiling for the first time in a week. "Heh, been giving her good dreams?" He growled, pulling his coral-orange shirt over his head. His boxers followed, along with a pair of grey shorts and bland white socks. To top it off, he pulled on his signature cap and shook Mabel awake.

She opened one eye, still exhausted. "Aww, fine." She whined, prying herself away from the bed. "I'm up, I'm up."

Dipper flicked on the lights, making her hiss. "Is this what vampires are like?" She asked, not really directed at anyone. "Dang, I'll have to make my future boyfriend an umbrella-hat or something."

"I doubt that would help, Mabel." Dipper remarked, shaking his head. She was like the light at the end of a dark tunnel- And he loved her for that very reason. "Unlike what those Wolf-Man-Bare-Chest books have been telling you, vampires melt in the sunlight."

She stuck her tongue out at him, rolling her eyes. "Uh, no, they sparkle! The fact that some fantasy novels say that doesn't make it false." She 'corrected', motioning for him to leave so he could change.

He left the room to brush his teeth. He swung open the bathroom door, cringing at the sight the mirror reflected.

This is you. He told himself. This is what he's done to you.

A large burn mark was made in the shape of a hand, right around half of his neck. The other was barely peeking out from the collar of his shirt, as Bill's hands had managed to travel across his chest too.

You're a freak. He sighed, shoulders visibly moving in the mirror.

Those burns won't go away, they'll only fade. He reached his hand up to touch his neck, but pulled away at the stinging sensation that followed.

Just like Bill. Just like those feelings you still have for a demon that hurt you so ruthlessly. The voice in his head teased him constantly as he got ready.

You can't be normal. You'll never be normal. Stop trying. He continued through his day, the relentless thoughts like chains. They held him down, held him back, held him captive in their maze of depression.

And then.

I'm here. Dipper stopped in his tracks. I'm back now.

"B-Bill?" The boy said, more excitedly than he intended. "Where are you?"

In here, kiddo. I'm... The thought trailed off like a train off a cliff. I can't see you any more.

Silence, then an involuntary sob. "Why?"

I can't hurt you again, Pine Tree. Emotions are violent things, and love is a dangerous game.

Dipper didn't bother to hide his sadness. "No, bill, please... These thoughts... I can't live like this. Even if I can't touch you-"

-I don't need to touch you to hurt you, Dipper.

The boy held his face in his hands, knees shaking. "No, no... Bill... damn it, I'm in love with a demon. What the hell do I do about that?" For a minute straight, he got no response.

You're in love? Isn't that a strong term?

The child didn't react. Instead, he just fell to the floor, unable to control the emotions that swarmed his whole body. They consumed his every thought, ate at his soul. "If you leave me again, I'm going to die- One way or another."

Silence. Horrible, horrific silence.

I'm coming back. I'm coming back, but I swear if you die in my flames I will never forgive you.

YEP, ANGST (?)

HAHAHA... I NEED A LIFE.

I hope you like!

ALSO, BEFORE I GO-

If you want a fluffy fic, lemme know!

If you don't specify fluffy, angst, or whatever other vibe, I might butcher your idea.

...And that would suck.

Thanks again for reading! ;3

-Fly