Hello everyone! Quick note to thank Hailey again for amazing fanart and also to tell you that I have started writing my PINESCONE FANFIC! *excited screaming*
So please check that out if you haven't already :)
Thanks and enjoy drunk Bill in honour of New Years!
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[BACK TO YOUR POV]

You had invited Mabel and Dipper over for dinner after work since Bill had called and said he wouldn't be home until late at night.

"So why is he late again?" Mabel asked after you were all done eating. You shrugged. "He didn't say. I'm guessing it has something to do with his job interview."

As if on cue, you heard the front door slam open and a voice shout, "I'm home!" You quickly went into the lounge where you saw Bill...completely drunk. "What happened to you?" You exclaimed, watching him stagger into the room looking like he could fall over any moment. Dipper and Mabel came into the room to see what was going on and just stood there, completely shocked. "Uh, y/n?" Mabel asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Trust me I have no idea how he got this way," you said and grabbed Bill's arm to help him to the couch. He easily escaped your grasp and took a few steps back. "Wait, I have some stuff to say," he mumbled and pointed at Dipper, "First of all, fuck you Pine Tree."

"Ah, sorry!" You exclaimed, pulling Bill's arm more forcefully towards the couch. He slapped your hand away and, nearly tripping over his own feet, leaned his arm against your shoulder and winked. "What's cookin' good lookin'?"

"Okay I'm leaving," Dipper said flatly and pushed past Bill to get out the door. Mabel hurried behind him. "Call us if you need anything," she whispered with a worried smile before closing the door behind her.

You were blushing like crazy and shoved him off, basically pushing him onto the couch. "Stay here," you ordered, and sat on the edge of the cushion. You guessed you'd have to listen to his rambling until he fell asleep. And wow did he ramble.

Finally he got to that stage in drunkeness where a brief depression occurs. He was practically bawling on your shoulder and you figured now was a good a time as any to ask what happened. "Bill," you said as calmly as you were able, "why did you get drunk?"

"I didn't get the job!" He cried, "and I knew you and Ford were going to kill me, I never do anything right! I was better when I was evil!"

"What? That's not true," you assured him, running your hand through his hair, "it's hard to go from evil to good!" You'd never been evil of course, but you figured it would be difficult. "I'm not going to kill you. Ford isn't either. Don't worry," you smiled. Then you heard snoring. Yup, he was finally asleep.

You used all your strength to carry him to the bed and turned off all the lights. You kissed his forehead and left to go wash some dishes. You needed to do something to distract yourself from thinking about what Bill would be like the next morning.

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I haven't written in y/n's POV for so long! Please forgive any mistakes!
Hope you enjoyed!
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