Will Cipher x Dipper Pines One-Shots Collection [Requests Allowed]

Heartbreak

Requested by DreamSJW

I honestly wanted to get this out earlier but I was busy the one day and slept the rest of the day yesterday, so here ya go. My apologies. Also, the beginning's terrible. Read at your own risk of getting subjected to needless drama over a broken cup handle.

"Damn it, Dipper, just shut up and let me explain!" "No! Why the hell should I give you when when I've given you about 15 chances this week?!"

Dipper and Bill were fighting again. Dipper, Bill, and Will were supposed to be doing something fun. Now, Will just sat against the wall, quietly observing the scene.

"I can't believe how much of an idiot you are!," Bill yelled, "It wasn't my fault!" "Oh, yeah, like I'm gonna buy that for the twentieth time!," Dipper said cockily.

Will's face screwed up into an expression akin to dislike. They've been doing this more and more. He suggested they take a week of from each other to release the tension, but like always, Bill didn't listen and Dipper wasn't sure he could handle that long.

"BUT IT WASN'T!" "Bullshit!"

Will winced. They were fighting over something small so viciously and honestly he was tired off them constantly going from love to hate. They were literally fighting over who broke a cup. A cup that was cheap as hell and wasn't even important. The handle was the only broken part. It was, excuse me, FUCKING ANNOYING. Honestly, they fought over everything so often it was hard to believe they even remotely liked each other.

   "M-Maybe you guys should just—" "Shut up, Will." "DON'T TALK TO WILL LIKE THAT."

   Will winced. Oh boy. Here it goes again. He tries to suggest something, tries to keep their relationship stable, and Bill tells him to shut up. He's seen it before. Except usually Dipper didn't shout to not talk to him like that. He felt like a child who's father told their sibling to stop calling them stupid.

   "Oh, I see how it is." "How what is? I'm just defending my friend!" "Yes, you defend your friend, meanwhile you're yelling at your boyfriend for something he didn't even do!" "You're being a selfish dick." "Y'know what? Okay. Sure. I'm the selfish dick. Meanwhile you're probably fucking him behind my back." "Oh, shut up. That's one of the stupidest things I've heard from you yet. I wouldn't do that to you." "Now you play the 'I care to much to do that to you' card? While you're blaming me for breaking the handle off of a cheap cup that's mine anyways? Yeah, okay, just... go home or something. I've had enough. My head's throbbing. You leave too, Will. I need privacy for at least 24 hours."

   Will sighed. Thank the gods it's over. Too stupid, too stressful. It gave him a headache. Dipper walked over to him and held out a hand. "Sorry," he said quietly, "I can't even remember what that was about." "A cup." "... Oh." Will took Dipper's hand and let himself be pulled up by the taller brunet. Will glanced at the digital clock on the lounge table. It was 7. Dipper did too. "Woah, I didn't even realize how hungry I was," he said, his voice still quiet. Will was concerned, but knew that his friend just felt extremely confused and guilty for acting so dramatically over a cup. Dipper sighed, took Will's hand, and led him out the door.

   The air was a little chilly. Will's breath turned to frost when he breathed out. He always liked when it did that. He could pretend he's breathing out smoke or something. Dipper turned to him. "How about I just get you some apology food and let you crash at my house for the night. There's the couch, guest bedroom, or my room that you could sleep in. I guess you could sleep in the bathtub if you really wanted to; I've done it before and found it pretty comfortable." Will snorted and grinned. "Sounds okay. What are you apologizing for?," he asked. "For messing up game night and being stupid," Dipper replied, "Honestly, I have no idea what I was doing. I was just so stressed that I guess my mind was just finding any type of excuse for arguing with someone." Then, Dipper sighed. "Too bad it had to be Bill."