it has been raining a lot lately………………………………………………………..twincest………………………………………………..
i don’t get why you take the time to type your shitty anonymous negative opinions to me like i’m actually gonna care or something
Dipper wants to hold her hand. He wants it more badly than he’s wanted anything in his life, and it has him paralyzed, unable to make the first move.
She’s sitting next to him, her gaze riveted on the television screen. He’s not even sure what’s on anymore. HIs attention is so focused on her hand, clutching the edge of the couch as she leans ever so slightly forward.
Mabel gnaws her lower lip, and her fingers, so carefully decorated with rings and nailpolish, twitch as she grips the cushion tighter.
His own fingers twitch in response. He wants to hold her hand. He needs to hold her hand.
He takes a breath, reaches over, mentally screaming at himself. And then his fingers are just brushing hers, and then she shrieks, spinning and hitting him, and the moment is gone.
“Dipper?!” Her eyes are wide, her skin flushed, her chest… heaving. He remembers belatedly that they’ve been watching horror movies, and perhaps his timing hadn’t been the best. He flushes, not quite able to meet her eyes, afraid she’ll see what he was trying to do. “What are you doing, Bro?”
“I- I just…” He offers his hand to her feebly. Palm up. She glances at it, then looks at his face, then back to his hand, a look that is almost comprehension on her face.
“You dork, you were scared?” Mabel laughs, her fingers twining with his. “You could have just said something. Don’t worry, Dip. I’ll keep you safe.”
She tugs him closer, her hand resting on her thigh, his fingers tangled with hers. He has to scoot over, until his hip is nearly touching hers, only a few molecules of air separating him.
He tries to watch the movie again. He really does. But she’s right there, and she’s holding his hand, as if it’s nothing. And maybe to her it is. His mind is racing, imagining a million things that he could do if he were more suave and she wasn’t his sister.
He’s nervous. His heart is racing, and he’s trying to keep it together. But he’s starting to sweat with the effort, and he has to play it cool.
Dipper tries to focus on the movie. On the plot, on the characters. It’s something about killer merpeople, and normally he’d be interested, but he just… can’t.
With dawning comprehension, and a growing sense of horror, Dipper realizes that his palm is growing slick with sweat. He glances at Mabel out of the corner of his eye, but she’s still looking at the TV, not paying attention to him, or the crisis he’s having.
It’s only a matter of time before she pulls away in disgust. She’ll never hold his hand again after that. He’s certain of it.
Mabel jumps, her hand squeezing his, painfully tight. Her rings digging in, until between the sweat and the pain, he just can’t bear it anymore.
“Hmm?” Her attention isn’t on him.
“Can you stop squeezing so hard?”
She looks at him, her hand releasing his suddenly. He tries to subtly wipe his palm on his pants, but Mabel is grinning, and he’s a little afraid of what she’s about to do.
She wipes her hand across his forehead, leaving a trail of his sweat.
“Ewwwww. Gross, Mabel!”
ahhhh??? you actually wrote it anon i may cry
this was really freaking cute, thank you!
i’m intrigued anon
how bout something with super sweaty hand holding
sure i can
it was me
like for example
i’ve been getting some weirdass requests lately
last one for today
ok i put up 2 to kinda set a tone for these little comics and from now on i’ll try and update on sundays k? k.
ongoing comic series - random moments - minimal plot - inevitable pinecest
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dipper makes his entrance yeayeayea