Dipper x reader one shots

Abuse

You and dippers age- 17

Y/n's POV

Hot tears streamed down my face. My dad came home from work mad. Agian. He always takes it out on me. Only him and I live togther. My mother died when I was four.

He just finished beating me and went out for the night. He always does this. I never know where he goes.

I looked down at my body. He normally just hits me where no one else could see the bruises. But now they were on my arms and my face. I wanted to call dipper. I needed to call dipper. He always helps me through these things. He doesn't know what goes on with my dad. All he knows is that I don't like him. I want to tell him so bad. But I can't. Who knows what my dad would do to me...

I quickly grabbed my phone and called the brunette. He picked up after one ring.

"Hey y/n, what's up?" I heard him say through the line, as well as the sound of a movie or TV show.

"Hey dipper..." I greeted sadly.

"Are you okay?" I heard the sound in the background click off.

"Not really... did you want to hang out?"

"Oh, uh, yeah. Sure. At my house or yours?"

"Um... do you think we could hang out at your house?"

Our house was mess. Broken glass was on the floor as well as a little bit of blood. Dippers never actually been over to my house.

"Yeah definitely. Do you need to talk or something...?"

"I didn't know..."

"Is it your dad?"

I didn't answer at first, but then sighed.

"I just need to hang out dipper."

"Okay, I'll pick you up in a few minutes."

And with that, the phone clicked off.

I sighed. I like dipper, a lot. And I wish he liked me back. But he doesn't. I'm alone.

I went over to my first aid kit and got out some bandeges. I went in the bathroom and wiped off the blood oozing from my lip. I looked down at my arms.

They where purple, blue, and black. They hurt really bad too. It really hurt when he hit them for the 15th time, maybe more. I couldn't keep count.

I got out the neosporin and started putting it on my arms, hurting a lot. After, I started wrapping them in bandeges, crying. That's how much it hurt. I cried out in pain.

"Y/n?!" I heard dippers voice yell.

"Dipper?! W-what are you doing in here?!" I yelled back. I could tell he was in my house. (Which makes sense, I gave him my key just in case I needed help. I must've not heard his knocks and he just entered)  I heard foot steps near, stopping at the door.

"...y/n?" I heard him softly say. "...can you open the door...?" He finished.

"You saw the blood?" I asked, closing my eyes, putting my hands on the edge of the sink.

"And broken glass..."

I sighed. I went over to the door and opened it.

"Y/n..." He said softly.

There was some silence, until he embraced me in a tight hug, which made me fall over from empact. I cried out slightly when we hit the shaggy rug.

He quickly moved his face from the crook of my neck and looked at my face. Both of our faces were red too, I might add. We just started at each other for a few minutes.