BillDip Oneshots!

10 years later (Really doesn't have a category Lmao)

(A/N First Oneshot and First time writing gay shit. Tell me if you think its good or not. Also sorry it's kinda long.)

It had been ten years ever since that day.

The day that the Pine's family eradicated bill.

Today was the anniversary of Bill Cipher's, everyone's least favorite dream demon, defeat. Dipper and Mabel, now 23, were now driving back to the Mystery Shack to celebrate. How may you ask? A party, of course. Dipper hummed a familiar tune as he quietly stared out the window of the moving car, peacefully looking at the trees and wildlife they passed. Mabel smiled at him the best she could, as she was driving and was strangely addicted to following the road rules.

Dipper found it funny.

Dipper absent-mindedly hummed the tune louder, and Mabel's smirk turned wide as she recognized the beat.

Let's just say the rest of the drive they were screeching lyrics to BABBA's songs.

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Around an hour later, they reached the Mystery Shack, Dipper sighing in relief as he stepped out of the car. He stretched, raising his arms to the sky as far as his arms as far as he could. He shuddered as a cool breeze crept into his skin, the coldness a shock in the 90-degree weather that summer always brung.

Dipper's moment of quiet was quickly ruined by his over-excited sister squealing her heart out as she spotted Pacifica on the porch of the Shack. Pacifica's eyes lit up at the sight of the glitter cannonball sprinting toward her, and she laughed in glee as Mabel tackled her. Dipper faked gagging motions while trying to suppress his giggles as Mabel let a light kiss release on Pacifica's cheek.

Pacifica, now a blushing mess, was giggling up a storm as Mabel let a hurricane of kisses on Pacifica. Dipper laughed, passing the two lovers on the porch and heading into the Shack. Dipper quickly regretted his decision, though, because as soon as he stepped in music blasted his ears. Dipper, letting out a quiet hiss and covering his ears, looked up to see the party going on.

Stan was trying to pickpocket the Guests, as usual. Ford, surprisingly, was taking care of the music, while Wendy was dancing on the dance floor, hair whipping around while she started to head-bang. Dipper laughed at the sight.

What could go wrong?

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Well, turns out a lot of things could go wrong.

Pretty much the whole town had appeared, and they had already devoured half of Stan's booze stores. Mabel had downed 2 bottles of wine already and had vanished along with Pacifica.

Mc. Guckett was doing the chicken dance on top of a table, yelling the elements of the periodic table at the top of his lungs. Dipper counted 3 beer cans in his beard.

Dipper rarely drank, but after a while, the lure of the alcohol was too strong for his weak mind. Stan and Wendy noticed him eyeing the alcohol, and they loudly urged him on as he grabbed a beer can. He sipped it a little, but Wendy made him chug the whole can.

Dipper gagged as the bitter drink ran down his throat but quickly relaxed as the warm aftertaste the beer brought spread down his throat. He coughed, still kinda in shock of downing the drink, and already the warm buzz of the alcohol washed over his mind.

Mabel and Pacifica must have returned while Dipper was just done chugging the beer, as she heard them laughing and tossing him another beer.

Dipper had lost track of how many beers he had to drink, but he knew probably everyone had too much when they made a huge bill statue out of wood in around an hour and burning it to the ground.