(attention! I'm now accepting prompts for this! send them in! they will be much appreciated!I had some extra free time FINALLY today, so I managed to type this out. Dipper is 22 in this story, so YES, he can drink! Alcohol trigger warning. Do not read if bothered by this)

Dipper hadn't actually meant to do it. He was angry, and caught up in the heat of the moment, and he slapped him. Frightened, he had ran as he saw Bill's skin and iris grow red. He was, to be honest, terrified for his life.

Bill and Dipper had got into an argument about Dipper not spending time with Bill for about a month now, and he had accused the human of cheating. Dipper had been in tears by then, and he got angrier and more disoriented as Bill continued to scream. He had had enough. So, he slapped him. Hard. Bill was shocked. His looked hurt, and almost cried, but his sadness soon turned into a blind rage.

Because of this, Dipper was now sporting a huge claw mark on his right eye, and was currently having a hard time seeing out of it. Tears ran down Dipper's face as he reached the only bar in town, "Taboo".

He wiped his face with his jacket sleeve and proceeded to sit and order a pint of Liquor. He need to forget about the demon for a while.

(time skip brought to you by a Christmas pinetree~)

When Dipper woke up, he didn't realize where he was. But as his hangover sank in, he soon discovered that he was in his bed. He slowly sat up, and rubbed circles on his temples. "ugh," he moaned.

He looked at his pillow and noticed a pink sticky note sitting there. It read: "Hey bro-bro. Bill told me that you guys got in a fight, and I figured that you'd be at the bar. I brought you home. I'm going to be gone for a while,turns out grandma Peggy is sick, so Stan and I will be back in a few days. Love, Mabel. P.s. Your boyfriend is on the porch, I think. Good luck."

Dipper forced himself up off the bed. He stretched out his back and began walking downstairs. "Ugh, I feel awful," he muttered miserably. He looked out of the living room window and saw Bill sitting on the porch, his back turned towards Dipper.

Dipper noticed Bill's body shaking, and he felt guilt sink into his gut. "Shit," Dipper mumbled, pulling open the door.

Upon hearing Dipper open the door, Bill turned around and stared at Dipper, his eyes wide and, for once, full of... fear? No not fear, it was more like a deep anxiety. The kind that you feel when you know that something bad has happened, or when you thought that you'd lost a loved one.

Bill looked awful, to say the least. His eye was red, but not because he was mad. He had gold tears running down his face. He had bit his lip so hard that it began bleeding bright blue blood. The demon's eye looked hollow and tired. His shirt was halfway buttoned, and his hair was a mess.

Dipper paled and rushed over to Bill. He was about to embrace him, when he stopped. What if Bill was still mad? Dipper gasped at Bill as he saw the imprint he had left on the demon's cheek. It was bright red, and wasn't fading at all.

"Oh my God I- I'm so sorry" Dipper tried to choke out, as tears began to leak down his face once more. Bill just stared at Dipper, not moving or reacting.

He flinched a bit as Dipper moved towards him. He had never before felt scared of another living thing, let alone a human. But, when Dipper hurt him, he just couldn't believe it. His Pintree, the one who always acted so skittish and terrified, had hurt him. If he was honest with himself, it was a bit of a reality shock.

"Bill, please, I'm sorry! I didn't mean..." Dipper trailed off, speaking in between sobs. Dipper jumped a little when he felt Bill quickly wrap his arms around Dipper. "Don't you dare goddamn ever do that again, got it? I was so worried about you, and I had no idea where you where! What if you had gotten hurt, or- or," Bill couldn't even finish his sentence.

Dipper couldn't stand it anymore. He pulled Bill into a hard, sloppy kiss. It was quick, but it sent a powerful message. Bill began to sob harder as he saw Dipper's eye. "Oh my- Did I do this to you?!"

Dipper stared at Bill. His hand flew to his eye. "Does- Does it hurt, Pinetree?" Bill asked hoarsely. Dipper gave a slight nod at the other.

Bill clicked his fingers and Dipper could see out of it again. "Thanks..." Dipper mumbled. Bill grabbed Dipper's hand. "Can we... Can we just-" but Bill cut himself off as he pulled Dipper into a heated kiss. He proceeded to pick Dipper up and carry him upstairs.

(sorry if this is ooc.)