Red Hands | BillDip

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Dipper groggily woke up to the wall reflecting the light of the sun and into his eyes. I should have closed the curtains, he countered. But then he realized he felt an extra warmth on his back...he didn't remember putting a pillow there last night.

He tried to turn around to put the pillow back by his head, but he staggered as he woke up fully when he saw not a pillow at his side-but Bill snuggled next to him.

He yelped as Bill mumbled something he couldn't decipher in his sleep and slung his arm over Dipper's waist tightly and held him close. He'd never wanted to be this close to him. Ever.

Forever later, his face was on fire as Bill finally woke up and rubbed his eyes. He let out a breath of relief-he could finally breathe when Bill released him. Bill put his palms between his head and the pillow and looked at the boy in front of him. "Mm, good morning, Pines." He closed his eyes again and snuggled under the covers.

Dipper stared at him. A few minutes later, he broke out of his trance and tried getting out of bed without touching the older. I'm never letting him sleep next to me again, however tired I am, he vowed as he ran out of the room and took a cold shower.

Done getting ready for the day, Mabel jumped on him with a battle cry in a flash of red and green. "Dipper! We're decorating for Christmas! RIGHT NOW!" Dipper chuckled as he saw Pacifica come out of the room where Mabel exploded from, looking exhausted.

"Mabel, calm down!" He protested against her with a smile. He let her down to the floor gently.

Mabel was bouncing on her toes. "C'mon, bro!" She pulled his hand down the stairs and he had to steady himself so he wouldn't fall. Pacifica followed silently behind with a laugh. "Everyone's already started." She took him to the kitchen where a billion craft supplies were laid out on the tables and counters. He felt his artistic juices working in his mind.

His sister forced him into a chair and threw white printer paper at him and a pair of scissors. Pacifica sat on the other side of the table with clear ornaments and random tiny, plastic, green trees, fake grass, and other things next to her.

She left the room, and a few moments later, in came the Stans and Bill. She sat them down in chairs at the table and (very dangerously) threw random crafts supplies at them. After a moment, she stomped to the table with the most serious look on her face.

"Alright, friends, family. We are gathered here today to make the best Christmas decorations ever. This is serious business." She dragged her gaze along everyone at the table slowly-Dipper shivered. Mabel scared him when she was this downbeat and down to business. "This Christmas is going to be the best one yet, and only we are going to make that work. Stan!"

Stanley jumped at his name being called. "You're on streamer duty!" Stan nodded quickly before standing up abruptly to gather the different streamers on the counter.

Mabel announced that Dipper was on snowflake duty-as inferred from the paper she threw at him-, Pacifica was on ornaments, Ford is buying the tree (with specific orders from her), Bill was doing the wreaths (to his complaints, Mabel just silently told him off with a glare), and she would do the baking and the food for tonight.

Dipper wasted no time to hang around and took the scissors in his hand and folded his paper. Paper cuts, here I come! He had this weird secret talent for making paper snowflakes and could make endless designs of them, big or small.

He saw Bill getting his supplies and sitting next to him in his peripheral vision. The blond had his arms stuffed with random streamers and stickers and glitter and other things. He also had three wreaths hanging around his left arm. He plopped it all on the table and sighed as he sat down.