Reverse Falls DipWill Thoughts: Picking Blackberries

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D: “Cipher, we’re going to make pie for the town bake sale, so go pick some blackberries.”

W: “Y-yes, Master Dipper.” *Runs out with a little basket and a sunhat*

☆~1 hour passes~☆

W: *Runs in blubbering with a small scrape on his cheek* “M-Master, I got scratched!”

D: *Clicks his tongue, annoyed* “C’mere, Cipher, let’s get you cleaned up.” *Wets a towel, rubs Will’s cheek, puts a band-aid on the wound, and kisses it*

W: *Touches the spot where Dipper kissed him, blushing in disbelief* … *Rushes outside again*

D: “Wow, not even a thank y-”

W: *Bursts back inside excitedly after running right through a particularly thorny blackberry bush* “M-Master, I got scratched again! A lot more than last time!”

D: … *Grins wickedly as it dawns on him* “Sii-is! Can you get me the rubbing alcohol? The kind that stings?”

W: *Eyes widen, runs outside for the rest of the afternoon*

★~Conclusion: dIPPER YOU LITTLE SHIT~★