Prompt: The prohibition au continue please. Dipper and bill date

Don't know how many of you are actually on tumblr, but the BillDip tag had a massive influx of hate today/tonight. I normally just block these people and move on as I have better things to do, but guess what someone did? Made a post with a bunch of links in it to "NSFW underage BillDip fics" and guess who's fic was on the list? Actually, multiple fics.

Life is a Fairy Tale and Past the Gallows and Through the Mind, which I haven't even really worked on yet.

Anyone else see why this is really hilarious? No? LiaFT doesn't have any smut/NSFW in it.

Like, at all.

And I find this absolutely hilarious.

Anyways, that is all. Enjoy this continuation!

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Dipper gulped audibly as he watched the black car door open up for him, a dark smiling face fading into his vision with piercing golden eyes, white-gloved hand held out for him to take.

Oh, how did this happen to him? Why did this happen to him? Surly God couldn't be this cruel, could he?

Body trembling, he chewed his lower lip nervously as he grabbed the gloved hand with his sweaty own, letting Bill pull him out of the car.

"You're going to love this place, Pine Tree. I mean, considering the meal itself is probably worth more than the hovel you call a home, you probably haven't ever had something this nice, yes?"

Dipper scowled at the man and didn't bother replying. Yanking his hand quickly out from Bill's, Dipper crossed his arms and looked away to the restaurant, which was indeed quite possibly the most fancy place he's probably ever step into for the rest of his life. Shifting in the old dress shoes he had dug out of the back of the closet for this occasion, he held in a yelp of surprise when Bill suddenly took his arm up against and started to drag him inside.

Everything from entering to getting to their table on the second floor balcony was a whirlwind to the poor brunet. People dressed finely, making him feel scuffed up and disgusting. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting a soft glow on everything. The smell of spices and savory dishes wafted through the air, causing him mouth to water and his stomach to gurgle.

Bill shot him a look and a sly, knowing smile.

Dipper blushed and cursed his loud belly.

Dipper blinked as he was finally seated at the table under the clear night sky, a glass goblet filled with water already placed in front of him and a menu already shoved into his hands.

After a few perky words from the waitress he completely missed, Dipper was left completely alone. In the presence of Bill.

A gangster.

A murderer.

A…a monster.

Dipper shakily reached out and grabbed his glass by the stem. It was a miracle none of the water splashed out as he rose it to his lips, slurping if a bit loudly before setting it back down, shoving his face back into the menu and ignoring the half-lidded stare Bill was giving him, mouth curved up in that amused smile.

"So, know what you're getting, Pine Tree? I think I'm going to have the steak. Rare, with blood still dripping out and all over the plate." Bill purred.

That infuriating tone of voice caused Dipper to flush horribly and duck down even farther. A voice as high-pitched as Bill's was had no right sounding that…that…attractive. No. Right.

"I- I'm just going to get a salad…"

Bill snorted at that.

"A salad? Really?" He mocked, rolling his eyes.

"Yeah! I- uh, I mean I need to eat more, uh, greens anyways and…and I'm just in he mood for a salad right now…"

"Oh? And is that all you're in the mood for?"

Dipper sucked in a breath and threw his hardest glare at Bill as he could, which only caused the man to grin wider.

"I hate you." The words slipped out of Dipper's mouth faster than he could even think through them. Eyes widening in horror, mouth falling open in shock, Dipper let out a small squeak of horror as Bill narrowed his eyes ever so slightly.

"Oh my god! I- I didn't- I mean- I- I-!" He stuttered in terror, a paralyzing chill taking over his mind and body and causing shivers to race up his spine.

Bill growled and rolled his eyes before doing something Dipper wasn't expecting in the slightest.

Instead of pulling out the gun he knew for a fact he had on him, instead of calling on goons or lashing out with fists or even throwing an insult right back, Bill leaned forward and gripped the front of Dipper's musty vest tightly before crashing their lips together in a disaster of a kiss.

Dipper gasped into it, giving the blond the perfect opportunity to nip him lightly on the lower lip, careful not to draw blood.

Mind black, skin red as a lobster, Dipper did the only sensible thing he could do in his situation.

He kissed Bill back.

Bracing his hands against the table top, Dipper leaned forward and kissed back just as ferociously, swiping his tongue against Bill's bottom lip, causing the man to groan into his mouth.

All too soon, Dipper found himself suddenly shoved backwards into his seat, lips plump from the violence at the clash of teeth and tongues, still cherry red, vest now wrinkled ever so slightly in the front.

Bill didn't look too much better. Dipper could see the pinkish blush under his dark hued skin. His hair, once messily pristine, was now just a standard mess and his lips like Dipper's were plump with the bruise that was their kiss. Eyes wide and alight with an inner fire, Dipper couldn't get a questioning word out before their waitress flitted back to their table, easily taking up their orders and dashing off once again.

Dipper squeaked a little as he turned back towards Bill, eyes blown wide, heart pounding in his chest.

However, Bill did nothing but sip his water, throwing another frustrating smirk his way.

"I thought you didn't like me." Bill teased after a few beats have passed since placing his water down. He weaved his fingers together and leaned forward on his elbows to stare at him with that intense gold stare again.

Dipper gulped.

"I- I don't."

"Really?"

Dipper reached out and grabbed his own water instead of gracing the blond with an answer.

Bill chuckled some.

The rest of the night passed in near silence besides the standard soft whispers of what one another's food was like and a few notes about the beautiful twinkling gems that sat heavily in the firmament high above them.

The silence between them, only punctured by the sound of teeth grinding still bloody meat up and soft nibbles on leaves, was not an uncomfortable one. No, with Bill leaning back in his seat, relaxed, hands smooth and elegant in every move made, Dipper found himself not only calming down himself, but also relaxing in the strange feeling between them. Blush fully faded away, soft smile on his lips, he turned and stared at the streets below as he finished his dinner.

"This…this has been…nice…" Dipper muttered quietly as he finished up his exquisite desert of chocolate cake with a side of coffee. Flushing again ever so slightly, he turned away, but not before catching the surprisingly soft and gentle look Bill was giving him.

"Good. I told you you would love this place." Bill replied as he stood up, standing by Dipper's chair, hand held out again to help him up and out.

This time, Dipper tentatively took that offered hand, letting Bill wind his arm with his own.

The brunet glanced upwards at the taller man before his eyes fell back to the ground, small smile on his lips and blooms of pink erupting under his cheeks.

"Yeah. Yeah, you did."

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