(Thanks to @Marionett6078 who asked for this story, love you darling)

Sitting alone in the library, Dipper stared longingly at an older student.

His tall, lean figure— wild blond hair, and deep blue eyes. The golden piercings that hung from to his ears and lower lip, those white pearled teeth. It was all to breathtaking for him— he couldn't take his eyes of the older teen, bitting his lip, lost in his thoughts, his fantasies.

He was loud, a flirt, but sweet and misleading. Talking with his large group of friends, he was popular, likeable— but threatening.

"Dipper!" Mabel, his twin sister called, making heads turn towards the both of them as she jumped him from behind.

Dipper's face went red with embarrassment as he made eye contact with him— his upper class men named Bill.

His laughter sent a shiver up go's spine, but he quickly turned his head away, to embarrassed to look.

"Mabel, everyone's looking," he whispered out.

"I need a favour. I need you to tutor my in math, but not today— tonight I'm having a sleepover with candy and Granda. So on Saturday I need you to tutor me, ok?" She asks.

"Why couldn't this wait until tomorrow? You didn't have to make it such a big deal. You have a phone," he muttered.

"Sorry, bro bro, I just got excited," she laughed." Well, see you on tomorrow, don't stay up to late," she said, jumping out the door to the library.

With embarrassment, Dipper stuck his nose deeper into an open book, by his work— hiding his face fully red all the way up to his ears, his glasses fogged with him huffing at the fact his sister just embarrassed him like that.

"Hey," a voice spoke, without his eyes leaving the page, Dipper could hear the chair next to him be sat in. "That was your sister right? Mabel pines?" A deep voice asked,"ya' think ya' can give me yer' number?" He asked.

Dipper was pissed, looking up from his book, he looked up at the dumb ass that asked for his sister's number. He looked shady. Pulling off his glasses, Dipper gave him a death stare, "why would I give away something that wasn't mine to give? If you want it— ask her yourself, but I know that once she takes a you, she'd kick your ass," he told him coldly, returning back to his book.

The guy clicked his tongue, drawing his fist back, he nailed him in the face, and when Dipper fell back— he took both table and chairs with him.

I everyone bursted out laughing at the fallon boy," next time you think about taking back, remember this," he threatened, stepping on Dipper's glasses underneath his boot.

Gritting his teeth, Dipper grabbed his stuff and ran for the door, throwing them open, he stomped down the hallway with anger. He could've killed that ass, right there and then, but if he did— he'd be sent to jail. With all the things that I learned from Stan and Ford— I could take down a ten— twenty men if I wanted, but—

"Hey," a voice yelled out from behind. Turning around to a familiar voice, Dipper's face blushed. "You ok kid?" He asked, leaning down to look at the him.

"I'm fine. It wasn't really that painful," Dipper said, his head lowered, but the older boy tilted his head back with his hand. The sudden touch of his head drove Dipper mad inside.

"It looks bad," he whispered gently as he grazed his thumb over the bruise. "I'm sorry about my friend. He was being a real ass," he apologized.

"Don't be," Dipper spoke softly as he stepped back, away from his touch," you did nothing, it's him I want an apology from," Dipper scoffed— it almost made Dipper laugh at the thought of what he's going to do with that jackass.

He laughed," well I can't promise anything but," he pulled the smashed glasses from his pocket," maybe I can pay for these?" He lifted his brow.

"No, that's fine, there just for reading," he said shaking his head as he reached out for the glasses, but only to be pulled back from his grasp.

"Nope, I'm paying for them," he chuckled sweetly. "I'll met you in front of the school tomorrow at 11," he smirked, walking away, parading dipper's glasses in his fingers like a trophy as he went back inside the library.

Standing there speechless, Dipper's face turned red. "Oh god," Dipper drought his hands to his mouth to stop himself from scratching with joy. "This is the best moment of my life," he squealed out a whisper.

His face blushed hard as he walked home that evening, but on his way home, he crossed paths with the jackass that hit him at the park.

"So, the little fag came back for more?" He chuckled as he walked over to Dipper.

Smiling, Dipper pulled his pocketknife out, hiding it up his sleeve. "So, how 'bout 'ya give me yer' sisters number, before I pond my fist in yer' face?" He treated, clutching his fist in front of Dipper.

Dipper don't flinch as his fist was drawn back, then slammed forward, missing Dipper completely as he grabbed his fist, throwing him over his shoulder— landing him flat on his back with a sprained wrist.

His screams excited him, it give him power and pleasure. Dropping to his knees, Dipper straddled his hips as he pinned him down into the dirt, hovering the knife above his eye— he smiled widely as the older teen froze in fear underneath him.

"Would you like to say that again?" Dipper chuckles out, his face red from the thrill of hunting his pray, his hair fell in his face as he grinned down at his victim with wild eyes.

He was speechless, his mouth was open, but nothing made it passed his quivering lips. "N—no," he spoke in a shaky tone.

Dipper was a completely different person then before, a wild smile was only matched by his crazed eyes.

"Good~" Dipper moaned, pulling the knife away, only to immediately stab it into his shoulder. He let out a blood curdling scream as Dipper twisted the knife into his flesh with ease as he bursted out laughing at the joy of watching his pray suffer.

Ripping the knife out from his prays flesh, Dipper twirled it in his fingers.

"That was just a little warning," Dipper cooed, licking the blood of the knife.

"Asking my sister out, I'll kill you. Hit me on purpose, I'll kill you. Fuck with my day, and I'll kill you. Do I make myself clear?" Dipper asked Dipper asked with a cold, but blood lusted look in his eyes.

The older teen nodded." Good. Now get out of my site," he ordered as he lifted himself up as he watch the boy run away.

"Oh. And don't tell anyone!" He yelled," we wouldn't want anything to happen to your sister now would we?" He sang, waving a picture of the older boy's little sister.

He looked back in fear, but kept running.

Smiling, Dipped walked joyfully back to his house. He was careful not to get blood on his uniform because his uncle was doing the laundry tonight.

But his thoughts were to occupied by his crush wanting to go out with him. Sure it wasn't a date, but it was hanging out— even if it was only for a little whiles.

"I'm home," Dipper called out as he shut the door behind him.

"Hey kiddo, dinners on the table," Stan called from the living room.

"Thanks," he calls back." Hey, grunkle Stan? Where's uncle Ford?" He asked, peering into the living room.

"Oh. Poindexter his still at work— whatever you have to ask him, it'll have to wit until tomorrow," Stan said. "And I'm going out for a bit— don't burn the house down," he chuckles.

"Ok," Dipper repealed while he headed up the stairs to his and Mabel's room.

It has been a long time since Dipper had the house to his self. Pulling out the false drawer in his desk, Dipper pulled out an old, deformed sweat shirt his upper class men wore, and threw away after it ripped.

After sticking it back together, and changing the design a little bit, if anyone saw this— they'd think of it as an old shirt if his.

After pulling off his uniform, Dipper threw it into the hamper outside his room— leaving him in his underwear. Slipping on the larger sweat shirt, Dipper inhaled the sent as his hand slowly rubbed his crotch.

The smell filled his mind as he played with himself," Bill," he moaned out softly as he pumped his hand faster. His hips moved slowly as he sucked on his fingers of his other hand as his mind going wild.

His mind took over as he lost himself in a fantasy of Bill holding him, his strong arms holding him down as he trusted into him, purring his name into his ear. Bitting his skin, kissing his lips—

Dipper came in his hand, letting a sharp gasp escape his lips as he panted out in pleasure.

"I can't keep this up for much longer," Dipper sighed even though he wanted this feeling— these emotions to stop, his body didn't agree with him and soon, his mind fallowed.

"These fixations needed to stop before I hurt someone," he sighed, turning over to his side as he threw his tainted underwear to the floor.

Sighing, Dipper aloud himself to sleep pants-less that night as he dreamed of tomorrow. His heart fluttered as he grew exited to met him— to met Bill Cipher.