#dipmando

(Dipper Pines x Mermando angst// Trigger warnings: none really) Foreword: So this was requested by @victoryfroststarlight. I’m not a huge fan of the Dipmando ship but I really wanted to experiment with gay dipper. Both characters are around about 16-17. Enjoy!

Two boys sat by the lake, their bodies silhouetted by the setting sun which peaked past the snow-capped mountains. Their body’s wet but warm, both of them still dripping from the afternoon spent in the depths of the water… sitting so close they were almost touching. Dipper glanced over. Peaking past his blue, pine tree, cap which had been pulled fast over damp hair; he admired the being sitting next to him. Long, luscious dark hair. Skin kissed with a deep tan. Long, silky tail which Ombre different hues of deep sea green.

Mermando was not like the other creatures he had encountered here.

-

He remembered the first time he had laid eyes on him. The ever-soft flutter of nerves in the depths of his core as he lost himself for the briefest moment in the beauty of the ‘mysterious loner’. He felt drawn to him, enchanted by this boy who shone like bronze in the sweltering day’s sun. All previous loves forgotten… But this enchantment was quickly broken by Mabel’s instantaneous and very vocal admiration. He felt the tongue of jealousy lash against the inside of his chest, poisoning his contentment with a deep-rooted resentment. He had shaken his head, trying to repress his emotions, it was not right to be envious of his sister. But although he tried to play it off cool, disdain for the boy couldn’t help but seep into his speech.

“Can't you go for one week without having a new crush on some random guy?”

He had spent the day trying to forget about him, distracting himself with his obsession with Wendy but he could never quite move the tight knot which had settled in his gut. His gaze always moving back to the strange boy, observing him from his high chair. God, he was beautiful…

He remembered learning that he was a merman, being stunned into silence, while his heart did a trapeze act within the confines of his ribcage.

He remembered having to save him from suffocating on oxygen, doing reverse CPR which was- to be honest an awful experience and pretty disgusting but… he couldn’t deny the static within it. The way the contact of Mermando’s lips on his sent electricity coursing through his veins- this feeling turned everything he knew upside down; who he thought he was, what he actually was- and it frightened him.

“Dipper! Don't you know what it's like to fall for someone? Even though you know in your heart that it'll probably never work out, but you'd do anything for that person?”

-

That been four summers ago and Dipper had been glad that Mermando was gone… he didn’t have to think about it- but it also left him feeling empty. He never told his sister but during those short summer nights, in the early hours of the morning, when the house was still and slumbering on, he would read the letter’s Mermando had sent to her. Caressed his beautiful cursive hand writing with the flesh of his thumb. Bringing the paper to his chest, trying to see if he could still smell him. And when Mermando had announced of his marriage… it had torn Dipper apart. If it had hit his sister like a storm, then it had smashed through him like a hurricane.

But he couldn’t show it, having to pretend he was disheartened at most by the news as his sister cried into his vest. And he didn’t know what hurt him more; the actual pain of a disintegrating heart or watching the person he cared for most crumble in front of him.

And no matter how much Mermando had broken them… they still loved him.

And that did not stop when he had returned.

-

Suddenly, Mermando shifted and his bare, muscular chest glinted in the fading light. His gaze rose to meet Dipper's, his eyes glittering with curiosity and a seeming knowingness that made Dipper flush red. Quickly, he looked away. Not wanting to lay under the merman's scrutiny. 

"You always act as if you hate me," the thick Spanish accent rolled off his tongue, slicing through the air like a warm knife through butter, "but tell me, I really don't think that's true." 

Dipper squirmed, tugging at his cap to hide himself in the growing darkness that descended upon them. The trees grew, morphing into dark black creatures that loomed over them. Waiting. Watching. Threatening to expose the truth. Dipper didn't want Mermando to see the blush, the blossom of scarlet that always betrayed his feelings to everyone in the room. He didn't want to admit it... he didn't want him to know. 

The warmth of tanned fingertips brushed against his skin and he flinched, not expecting the gesture. Dipper's eyes darted up to meet Mermando's, his pupils blown out and dilated, dark chocolate irises shrinking to accommodate the incoming night. Or it could have been from desire- Dipper had read that once, that when you were attracted to someone your pupils dilated. It showed thirst, carving and mostly... want. 

Mermando's elegant fingers wrapped themselves around the flesh of Dipper's forearm, making the hairs rise to attention along the back of Dippers neck; the butterflies tickling the inside of his soul again. He hated this. He hated how jittery and nervous the merman always made him feel...

But at the same time, life seemed to stand still. Everything slowing down into milliseconds, his senses becoming hyper aware of everything around him. He could hear the birds flocking to nest in the depths of the woods. The cicadas humming their mating call like orchestras preforming symphonies. And most importantly, the way Mermando's face seemed to be closing the gap between them.

Dipper's heart skipped a beat and he broke out into random stutters, unable to control himself, "I-I-I, M-Mermando-" 

And suddenly Mermando grabbed Dipper's face. Pulling him into a heated embrace of passion and unrequited lust. Mermando's lips surprising soft and tasted a salty sweet that could only be described as the essence of the ocean. Dipper stiffened, trying to stop himself. This was wrong- what if Mable caught them? It would break her heart. He would break his sisters heart and he couldn't do that. He would never hurt his sister like that... 

but he didn't pull away. Instead, his fingers snaked around Mermando's torso, pulling him closer, drawing himself into the kiss. It felt just as beautiful- just as breath taking as the first time. Chest heaving, breaths laboured, Mermando finally pulled away. Dipper stared at him. Sudden anger building in his gut, anger mainly at himself for not doing the right thing, for not being a better brother- 

"Rather... you like me a little too much." Mermando's face fell gently, sympathy softening his Hispanic features. Dipper's jaws clenched together, his nails digging into his palms as his hands unwillingly balled into fists. He got up abruptly. Turning away to walk back to the shack, into the darkness of the mystical forests. 

"Where are you going?" Mermando called out, a look of hurt and worry washing over him causing Dipper to pause. He hated doing this. He hated not being able to love him. Truly. Properly. Like how it should be. 

Dipper turned back, anguish pooling in his eyes, making the lake merge slightly with the trees as the tears refracted his vision. 

"Don't ever do that again, Mermando" he hated how callous his voice sounded. The coldness to it. But he had to do this. For Mabel. "It would break my sisters heart... and we can't do that. She doesn't deserve it." 

"But-"

"Please, just leave me alone." 

And with that the blue hatted boy disappeared, becoming nothing but a glimpse of orange and blue through the trees, leaving the magnificent creature abandoned on the bank. Mermando turned back to the lake. A sigh escaping his lungs, one that sang a mixture of frustration and sadness. But just as he was about to dive back into the lake, to delve back into the realm of bubbles and sea urchins from which he belonged; something caught his eye. Next to him, crumpled into the grass, was a single piece of old parchment. Hesitantly, he picked it up. It was one of the pages of Dipper's journal, and on it was a beast he recognised well- it was a mermaid. His eyes scanned down the page, skipping over the neat cursive black font- then he saw it. A tiny scribble of blue ink, buried in the margins, almost impossible to catch:

If you can, never fall in love with a merman; they don't mean to but they will always break your heart.

Why sure! 

1. Dipper is always really embarrassed bout the CPR/”first kiss” thing, and Mermando likes to tease him about it. They would later have a real “first kiss” during a romantic sunset evening.

2. Dipper likes to listen to Mermando’s guitar playing, and Mermando thinks it’s cute when dipper goes on and on about his mysteries and theories.

3. They were a bit scared to tell Mabel about their relationship at first, but of course she found out anyway. Not only did she find them adorable, but she was totally ok with it as she had already moved on.

4. Dipper is trying to find out if he can use magic to either turn Mermando into a human or turn himself into a merman.

Couldn’t stop thinking about that first kiss~

oooh man i’ve never heard of dipmando but it looks really neat!! i’m sure i can come up with something for u anon, since u asked so nicely ;3c

mermando finds dipper’s voice cracks really funny but?? also really cute??

Underwater Kisses My Dude

dipper ends up staying out late sitting on the dock a Lot

mabel is the first one to be all “LITTLE DIPPER HAS A CRUUUUUUUSH” “mabel ple as e”

dipper manages to construct something that looks like a wheelchair but is actually just a big tank of water with wheels (with some help from ford. thanks ford.)

the back of the wheelchair/tank is way better for holding guitars than In The Water

wendy eventually finds out and she’s just kinda like “aren’t you that weird kid who literally never got out of the poo-” *fish tail* “oooooh ok that makes sense” “wait it does” “dude were u even here during the apocalypse bc i was and nothing surprises me anymore you could both turn into piles of beetles right now and i’d just get pissed i have to find the real yous”

mermando turns out to be a p good artist!! he was never able to draw underwater bc wet paper isn’t exactly a good drawing surface but once he has access to dry shit he’s Great

it’s really hard to introduce dipper to mermando’s family but they manage to figure something out

having gay scientists for uncles is Really Helpful in this situation

mermando had dry hair once. never again.

“What should we do?” Dipper said, flopping over on the dock.

The sides of Mermando’s lips pulled up. “We could swap hair styles?”

Dipper stiffened. “I don’t–”

“Come on; it will be fun.”

Dipper paused. While it was an odd idea and something his sister would get behind, Mermando seemed deadest on this. If it would make him happy…

“Alright,” Dipper said.

-0-

“So what does it look like?” Mermando asked.

“Have a look for yourself,” Dipper said.

Dipper passed him the mirror his sister gave him. Once Mermando looked in the reflection, he beamed. “It looks beautiful. I love it.”

“Really?” Dipper said, taken back.

“Yeah,” Mermando said.

A blush bloomed on his cheeks. The look oddly suited Mermando the more he thought about it…

“Are you alright? You’re cheeks are red.”

“Oh,” Dipper said, laughing awkwardly. “It’s nothing. What do I look like?”

“Well…”