My Omniscient Aggrivator (Older Dipper X Reader X Human!Bill)

Chapter 6

"Alright, let's split into teams! Grunkle Stan and I are on team one, and y/n and Dipper are on team two!" Mabel says, handing me a golf club.

"Aren't you supposed to be independent in this game?" Dipper asks, grabbing one for himself. Mabel shrugs.

"It's funner that way!"

"Funner isn't a word."

"Then why is it in the dictionary?" She asks, sticking her tongue out playfully. His eye twitches, and he then grabs my wrist and drags me towards the first station. I let out a squeak at first, then follow him, deciding not to say anything. He seems annoyed about the fact that this won't end well. Throughout the whole car ride, Mabel was parading around with the fact that she has the 'perfect dress' for him to wear if she won the bet; and his face remained a mixture of anger tainted with fear ever since.

"Don't worry, Dipper, I think we can do it!" I say, giving him a reassuring smile. He sighs and brings out the first golf ball, putting it into the hole quite easily. Mabel seems to do it with a lot less effort.
On the next hole, Mabel makes it on her first shot, while I slip up on my second try, and out of the corner of my eye I see Dipper break into a cold sweat.

Pine Tree'll look so saucy in that beautiful dress! Bill says, his voice filling my head.

It's not funny, Bill. I feel horrible...

I could always lend a hand, if you'd like!

Nope. I think, rolling my eyes as we move on. I see Mabel wriggle her hips in glee as she makes another hole-in-one. Dipper tenses again, and it's my turn to sweat. As we move on, though, I begin to notice the plastic orb going straight into the hole the second it begins to go astray.

Is that you, Bill? I thought I told you not to interfere. Seriously, stop, dude. I think, hitting the ball again. It goes in with ease.

"You should've told me you were good at golf, y/n! I would've set the teams differently if you had!" Mabel laughs, swinging her club in a daunting manner.

"I think we're saved," Dipper breathes with relief. I give a shaky laugh.

I said I wouldn't control you. Our deal didn't involve golf balls. I hear the dream-demon say, mocking our deal.

Screw you, Bill. I think, annoyed. But at least Dipper isn't freaking out anymore.

Towards the end of the game, Dipper and I actually get ahead of Mabel and Stan; but at the last station, we're neck-and-neck. I decide not to bicker with Bill anymore, since his trickery proved partly beneficial-- and technically, it isn't me who's cheating. We take a break before the last put, and I slip off to the restroom as the twins bicker over the scores. Dipper notices my sly move and follows me away from his angered counterpart.

"Hey, y/n, wait up!" He runs up to me, slightly out of breath.

"Hey, Dipper!" I say, plastering on a fake smile. Guilt floods my stomach with the knowledge of Bill's foul play.

"Good game, eh?" He asks awkwardly.

"Heh. Yeah. We're pretty kick-ass, huh?" He laughs, and we spend a few min in comfortable silence until we make our way to the restroom. "I mean, in all honesty, I didn't have to go to the bathroom. Want a soda?" I ask, making my way over to the vending machine.

"Sure. But I mean, it's on me. I don't think a lady should pay for my drinks."

​​​​"Sexist!" I tease, clearing his way to the machine.

"Wait, no! I mean um, it's just, I'm-uh- I want to pay for your soda. Pitt-Cola, right?" I nod, quietly laughing to myself.

"Heah. Thanks, Dip. I can call you that, right?

​"Yeah, of course! I mean, it's not like ​​​​​I hate nicknames, or anything." He replies, putting a few dollars into the machine.

"You're so awkward, dude."

"You thi- I uh... yeah, I am." He admits, handing me my soda.

"It's okay, though. It's kind of cute, actually." I say, popping it open and lifting it up to my lips.

"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that so I won't faint. But yeah. The first summer I came here, I had a really giant crush on this girl who was way too old for me, and my awkwardness totally ruined my dignity when I confessed to her." I frown.

"I'm sorry, dude, that must've sucked."

"It did."

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