Foster Girl ★ ( Dipper x Reader )

" Hospital Beds, Tired Heads. "

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" Eventually something you love is going to be taken away. And then you will fall to the floor crying. And then, however much later, it is finally happening to you: you're falling to the floor crying thinking, "I am falling to the floor crying," but there's an element of the ridiculous to it — you knew it would happen and, even worse, while you're on the floor crying you look at the place where the wall meets the floor and you realize you didn't paint it very well. "

— Richard Siken.

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I stared over her lifeless body. It was all my fault, all my responsibility for this misfortune. Her soft red hair was laced with glass as it fell across the cold stone ground. Everything seemed as it was going slow, as if the world slowly was stopped.

I heard people cry out, Dipper's being the only one that really caught my attention. I glanced at him, taking a sip of a drink on a table next to mine, for my throat went dry for a strong second. I didn't know why I did so, but I did.

I felt my head spin all of a sudden, realizing that was more of a mistake than anything that happened. But it wasn't the drink, it was a person. I too, fell down, only seeing only blonde hair as I fell. Then everything went black.

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My head stirred, but I managed to force my eyes open to gaze around the hospital room. I turned my head, cringing at the intense pain. I saw to see red hair, seeing as it was Wendy's. I wanted to scream, I wanted to get up and leave. But I couldn't. Nothing in my body allowed it.

I heard the door opening, and saw my mom walked in. I was in total shock. She never was there. But actually, when I'm in the emergency room for once, she's there. I felt tears form at the edge of my eyes, as she ran up and wrapped her arms around me. "Sugar! What happened baby?" She said inspecting me for wounds.

"I...I don't recall..." I said holding my head as she let go. I glanced over at Wendy, who was sound asleep. "Will she be okay?" I asked a nurse, who was washing her hands. "Most likely, she will make a full recovery within 1-2 days." She smiled. "Why? Do you know her?"

"You could say that." I mumbled. "What about me?" I asked glancing over myself, then her, back and forth. "You'll be fine sweetie. You did get a hard blow to your head. I think someone punched you." She said frowning a little. "But like I said, you can get out when she does."

"Y/n. I never want you to go out and try to plot your revenge against another girl and your ex boyfriend! Without me?!" Mom clicked her tongue. "I put a bitch to sleep when I was your age. " she shook her head, lowering her voice. "And all you did was put her out in the hospital for a day. Disappointed." She paused, putting on a fake upset face, until she bursted out in laughter . "I'm just kidding."

I nodded, laughing awkwardly, trying not to mention the fact that my mother was upset I put a girl in the hospital for only one day, along with myself. I sighed, shifting my weight to sit up more. I turn my head once I heard the door open.

I saw Dipper standing there, brown hair soaked with rain dangling over his face. His hands were shoved into his brown leather jacket pockets, jeans slightly torn at the knees. He blew a lock of his hair out of his face. He motioned for the nurse to leave, and my tempered mother as well.

"She is m-my daughter! Piss off kid!" She said aggressively. "That's him." I whispered and she nodded, storming off, shooting him a look. He shook his head, water flying.

Wendy grinned, looking at him. He glanced, his face cold and expressionless. He walked to me, and hugged me. My body was numb for a second, but I hugged back for a reason. "I'm sorry." He mumbled. "I'm not." I said back.

He sat on the corner of my bed.
"You did nothing."

"I fucked up." I sighed.

"How?"

"Wendy."

"I know."

"Why did you ask then?"

"I wanted to hear you say it."

"Oh." I sighed.

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Third Person Perspective.
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Y/n laid back on her bed, her h/c hair falling around her. "We are both such fuck ups though." Dipper said quietly.

"I just.... She was an old crush. I didn't want to not see her ever again, she was my friend. I couldn't not see her when she was in town." He mumbled then smiled sheepishly at her. "Talk about trust issues Y/n..." He joked.

"Shut up." She scrunched up her nose, blushing a little. "I guess I kinda over reacted as well..." She said under her breath. "Kinda?" He said. "It's just the whole thing with Bill I never could find myself to trust her although she wasn't there. It brought up memories." She replied.

"It's stupid. I'm stupid. Boys and girls are stupid." Y/n pouted.

"You are such a baby." He teased.

"Piss off." She giggled at him.

"Y/n," he lead. " I was a dumbass to think she was better. You are amazing and like ten times better and I'm stupid okay. She means nothing to me."

A very stupid jerk, Y/n thought. "So what, you like me now?" She rolled her eyes.

"No y/n, I love you." He said.

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Little to their know-abouts Wendy was in the room hearing the entire conversation. Once the two left, since Y/n wasn't baldy injured, Wendy sat up. Her hair fell past her shoulders as it moved alongside her mascara-stained face. She sniffled, picking up her phone.

"**Unknown Name**, I need your help."

"Anything for you." A voice said.

"I want her dead. Fuck around with her more and better this time." Wendy said.

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