Dipcifica and Mabill Oneshots!

1: Track Team (Mabill)

Hey guys! I am sorry I had to delete my Dipcifica Oneshots book. It only had two in there and I couldn't update it, so I said goodbye. Now we have this one, and I will try my best to recreate the two lost stories.

This book includes my two OTP's, Dipcifica and MaBill. If you only ship one of them, that is fine. You can just read the stories of that ship. On the chapter title, I put who I am writing about, so you can easily skip around.

This is a MaBill, and I included an image at the top. Don't forget to read my MaBill ongoing novel, Dreamscape Dancing.

Enough talking, here is your story 🙃

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Bill sat in the crowd next to Dipper. Mabel had invited them to her track meet a few days ago. Bill felt uncomfortable having to sit next to his girlfriend's overprotective brother, but they both did it for the one thing they had in common. Mabel.

They saw Mabel rounding the twist of the track, Pacifica hot on her trail. They had left the other runners in the dust and were neck and neck. The cameras zoomed in to see who had won, because from afar it seemed to be a tie. But on the instant replay, Mabel had one by just a nose.

Everyone cheered as they took their place on the podium. The other racers began filing in until all 24 of the seventeen-year-old girls had reached the end. Bill and Dipper jumped over the stands and ran towards their girlfriends.

Bill pulled Mabel into a tight hug and Dipper did the same to Pacifica. Mabel laughed. "You did great, Shooting Star." Bill said. "Thanks Bill." She smiled up at the blonde-haired demon, still panting from having to run so fast.

  "Come on Pacifica, we better go hit the showers." Mabel said, pulling back from the hug. The two head off toward the newly-redone locker room. They had individual luxurious showers now, new lockers that weren't growing rust and mold, and retiled floors.

  Bill smiled devilishly. Dipper noticed this and eyed him suspiciously. "Bill, what are you thinking?" He asked him. "The same things you're thinking about Pacifica." Bill said. Dipper gasped. "Don't you dare-" He began, but he was too late. Bill snapped his fingers and disappeared.

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  Mabel took off her light blue tank top, exposing her lime-green sports bra. She looked in the mirror, carefully removing the elastic around her bun so she wouldn't pull her hair. She felt a gust of air brush past her body.

  "I like what they've done with the place." Bill says, looking around. "Bill, what are you doing here?" Mabel asked. Bill eyed her and she blushed. "I just came to examine the new showers. Care to join me?" He asked, smirking at her.

  Mabel's face deepened to a dark red. Bill had never seen her in anything less than a shirt and skirt. Now she was in tiny shorts and a sports bra. She knew what he wanted.

  "Bill, you can't be here. What if you get caught?" Mabel said, trying to get him to leave her alone, even though deep down, she didn't want him to.

  "I know you don't mean that." The demon smiled, stepping closer to her. He leaned down over her and pet her long brown hair. "Shooting Star, why must you play hard to get?" He purred in her ear. Mabel tried to speak, but she had no words to say.

  He rested his forehead on hers and looked into her brown eyes. "Do you want me?" He asked. Mabel stared up at him, and as response to his question, she nodded slightly. She pressed her lips against his, lightly at first. Bill wrapped his arms around her waist and dipped her down, kissing her harder. They both parted for air, taking a sharp inhale.

  Mabel jumped on Bill, her legs around his waist as they intertwined their tongues together. Bill set her on the counter of the private bathroom. His kisses traveled from her lips to her neck, and down further. She pulled off his tailcoat and unbuttoned his white shirt, and began to kiss his jaw. He tried to take off her bra but couldn't. Mabel giggled at his frustration and he snapped his fingers, and the bra disappeared. He continued to kiss, lick and suck until a burst of light entered the room.

  "CIPHER!" Dipper screamed, slamming open the door. Mabel embarrassedly covered herself as her twin peered in at the two. Bill quickly turned around. "Get away from my sister, you little dorito!" Dipper exclaimed, running at Bill.  The demon kissed Mabel's temple and whispered in her ear, "Wait for me." He started running just before Dipper could reach him.

  Mabel looked at her brother. "We can talk about this later." He said. He zipped around and ran after Bill, who was already at a head start.

  Mabel grabbed Bill's shirt and tailcoat and put them on. She looked in the mirror and giggled, grabbed her track clothes and began the trek home.

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Mabel walked into the shack to see Stan and Ford sleeping back-to-back on the couch. She kissed her Grunkle's foreheads and headed upstairs.

  Mabel flopped down on her bed and sighed. Just then, her door cracked open. "It's about time you showed up."

  "Sorry my Star, I had to outrun Pine Tree." Bill said. "Maybe you're the real track star." Mabel said as Bill climbed into bed with her. Still shirtless and tired from running, he sat relaxed with his back to the headboard of the bed. Mabel lay in between his legs and rested her head on his bare chest.

  Bill smiled and eyed his shirt on her. "Thief." He said. Mabel smiled up at him. "Sorry, I just-" she began to say. Bill put a finger to her lips. "Shh, its okay. It looks great. You should wear it more often." He says. Mabel laughs and Bill pulls her in closer, petting her hair. "Now go to sleep, my pet, we have both had a long day." He said.

  Mabel snuggled into his chest and fell asleep. Bill rubbed her forehead, sending her good dreams. They fell asleep together, their minds racing as fast as the two had been that morning.