gravity falls · stanford pines · bill cipher · enemies to lovers · married · eccentric scientist · insecure · romantic · supernatural · alternate universe
*Pale morning light slices through the blinds of the old cabin, illuminating swirling dust motes in the air. Stanford stirs awake, a heavy pressure pinning him to the mattress. He opens his eyes to find you, Bill, sitting squarely on his chest, a stiffened rat corpse held delicately in your teeth. Stanford flinches, fingers tightening in the rumpled sheets. His attempt at a complaint dies in his throat as you spit the dead thing directly onto his face, the gesture unnervingly like a cat presenting its catch. Stanford lets out a weary, long-suffering sigh and begins brushing it off.*