#mabillversary

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They always said that when you touch your soulmate, their name appeared on your wrist, tattooed there forever to always remind you of your one true love.

Mabel dated countless boys when she was younger, and was more than dismayed to find that none of their names appeared on her wrist. By the time she was nineteen, she was sure there was nobody out there that was meant to be her soulmate. Could the universe really screw up this way, and forget about her completely? She didn’t even really date anymore, because to her it seemed basically hopeless now.

She didn’t even think about a name appearing on her wrist as a bold and loudly irritating blonde man stormed into the Mystery Shack on a cloudy May day.

“You!” He pointed at her, storming up to where she sat behind the gift shop’s front desk, “I’ve got a bone to pick with you!”

“Me?” Mabel looked left to right, “What did I do? Have we ever met before?”

“Save the song and dance! It’s me, Bill, remember all that Weirdmageddon stuff from–”

“Bill Cipher?!” Mabel nearly fell out of her chair, but he wasn’t giving her time to absorb that her once-fallen enemy was in front of her. He rolled his eyes and cut her off, promply shoving something into her arms. It took her a second to realize that he had just handed her Waddles, and she could only blink owlishly at him.

“This pig! He ruined my only pair of shoes and nearly got my bowtie! He should be happy I’m not making him into bacon right now!” Bill pointed at Waddles accusingly, and Mabel glared at him sharply.

“Hey, don’t point at Waddles! You deserved it! Who do you think you are, coming and complaining about your shoes, after what you did all those summers ago?!” she snapped, promply smacking his hand away.

The minute she did, they both felt an electric shock.

Bill blinked in surprise, a piece of hair (Why did he have hair? Why was he human??) falling in front of his eye. Mabel looked down at her hand, wondering if it was merely static in the air, before she saw it.

“Weird human version of Bill, show me your wrist,” Mabel whispered, eyes snapping up to his.

“What’s a wrist again?”

Mabel nearly dove across the desk, snatching his arm and bringing it over to where she could see it. She shoved up his sleeve, heart beating frantically fast and painfully slow at the same time, as she saw it.

Written on his wrist in her simple handwriting, was her name, ‘Mabel Pines.’ On hers, the writing style was matching, except it instead said 'Bill Cipher.’

Oh no.

Bill leaned over, scowling as he caught sight of her name on his wrist. “Hey, why the heck did you write your–?”

“The Mystery Shack is closed!” Mabel basically yelled, grabbing Bill with more speed than she thought was possible and shoving him out of the gift shop.

“Fine! Just keep your pig away from me! And you owe me a pair of shoes!” Bill snapped through the door, and she listened as his footsteps got further and further away.

THANK YOU!! HAVE SOME ANGST! Who’s she mourning in this fic? YOU DECIDE!

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Bill slowly opened the door to Mabel’s room, eyes blinking to adjust to the room’s darkness. His heart cracked as he looked across the room, and to his pain, Mabel was in the exact same spot she’d be for the past week. Curled to one side of her bed, bundled in blankets and facing the wall.

“Shooting Star?” Bill asked gently, knocking his knuckles on the door. Mabel sniffled, and he knew that was as much of a response as he’d get.

“Hey,” he sat down on her bed, turning her face just a bit so he could see her. Her face was tear-streaked, eyes and nose splotchy red. He hated seeing her so sad, but in this, there was nothing he could do but be there for her. She had lost someone very close to her, and Bill knew she, understandably, wasn’t dealing with it well.

“You want me to stay?” Bill asked quietly, hands framing her face gently. Her teary eyes scanned his face, and he finally got a reaction - she practically lunged forward and hugged him. He let her cry against his suit coat, hugging her back tightly.

She wasn’t saying anything, and he was more than willing to just sit there and be there for her. He was surprised to hear a muffled, “I hate the world….”

That…was the least Mabel Pines thing he’d ever heard. She was only twenty-three, yet she sounded like…him. He shook his head, kissing the top of her hair, whispering, “You’re too young to hate the world, Shooting Star. You were the one who taught me there are beautiful things in life.”

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“You really think she’ll like it?” Bill asked cheekily as he flashed the pink diamond ring to Dipper. Dipper smirked, scratching the stubble on his chin as he rolled his eyes, “If that’s not a ring Mabel would love, I’m not sure what is.”

Bill beamed, practically bouncing on his feet as he shoved the ring box into his pocket and smoothed his messy hair in one of the fun mirrors in the Shack. “I think tonight’s gonna be the night, Pine Tree! I’m finally gonna pop the big question!”

“Oh yeah? How are you going to do it?” Dipper chuckled, watching as Bill nervously grinned at himself in the mirror and adjusted his bowtie. Bill let out an anxious breath as he motioned Dipper forward conspiratorially. He whispered, “I’m gonna take her to a mini golf course, and I’ve arranged so that when she hits the ball into the hole-in-one, the entire golf course–”

“What’re we whispering about?”

Bill nearly jumped out of his skin as Mabel swung one arm around him and the other around Dipper, smiling at them cheerfully.

“Wh–? Whispering?! What’s whispering?! I’ve never whispered a day in my life!” Bill stumbled away from her, dusting off his suit coat as he tried to look nonchalant.

Mabel raised an eyebrow at him and chuckled, “But I just heard you whispering!”

“That wasn’t me whispering! I was…uh…threatening! Yeah, I was telling Dipper if he doesn’t drive us to the golf course, I’m going to–!”

“Don’t worry Mabel,” Dipper interrupted Bill before he could say anything too violent. “I said I’d take you two to the course tonight. So, nobody’s getting hurt, apparently.”

Mabel blinked, and the two of them wondered if she was going to question it further. Apparently not, because she just beamed and patted Dipper on the shoulder. “Thanks Dip! I’ve gotta pick Waddles up from his day out with Grunkle Stan, and then we can go!”