dipper x reader // one shots

You're My Bad Boy

Nothing much to say really. Just wanna swing a few quotes here and there.

"I think when people say no, they're just really scared of saying yes." -Jamie Foxx, Annie 2014

This is a Dipper Gleeful x Reader.

Age: 17

Enjoy!!!

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You were the bad girl of the school. With tattoos, mean glare, and the perfect black outfits. You loved everything black. Black nails, black dresses, black shirts, black shoes, you name it. Your hair was dyed red and black. (If your hair is really black then it's just dyed red.) You never had worn your hair in a messy bun, or anything girly for that matter. Braids, buns, braids, disgusted you. You were some sort of a tomboy.

If you were out with your best friend, you wore black dresses, or tank tops with high waisted shorts. Chokers always were a match for whatever you were wearing.

If you were in school, leggings, black and blue shirts and v necks would do just fine. Sometimes, when you really didn't have anything to wear, and I mean no leggings, you would have to go in a dress or the casual clothes.

"Hey beauty." The bad boy of the campus, Dipper Gleeful, was once again annoying you and calling you stupid names. You always thought that he always sticks by your side just to tease you.

You slammed your locker shut and looked at him with a nastaaay glare plastered to your face. You faked a smile and opened your mouth. "Hey Tramp." You smirked at your comeback. "Aww, come on. You know you love me." He teased once again.

Oh how badly so you wanted to sock his face in the perfect teeth. Annoying you had become his favorite hobby.

"Nope." You turned away and people made way for you. You could feel the lad following you. Girls tried to glare at you, only for you to scowl at them, looking away. You hated the girls on this campus, because you really didn't want girls who look like clowns with heavy makeup crowd the school. It's annoying.

Not as annoying as the boy who slung his arm around your shoulders. "Dipper, are you going to do this all day? Go away before I take 4 pieces of your perfect teeth. Might wanna save them teeth, don't wanna see you bawling your eyes out when the Tooth Fairy don't give ya such as a quarter." You snorted. He chuckled but that soon turned into a smirk.

You always sorta had liked him. Since the time that he saved you from the jocks who tried to punch you. Yet, you landed several jabs at the jocks, you still can't believe he pulled you out of a fight, and detention.

Dipper dressed the way a bad boy should be. Black, gray, pitch black, dirty gray, anything, just not colorful or joyful or too bright for a bad boy. Blue is an exception, though. Flannels, jeans, converse would do good for that guy.

If he isn't on a show with his twin sister, Mabel, then he would be wearing blue flannels, or red ones. Tailcoats was the one thing that suited him on a formal event.

Dipper removed his arm around you poked your nose instead. He than put his arms over his nape and acted like it was a pillow. He laid back, you still wanting to kick him.

He followed you to homeroom. You took some few notes, since you didn't want your grades flushed down the toilet. Yes, even though you were a bad girl, you never failed to impress your parents with your grades. After all, you wanted to make music in LA, and you can't achieve that if your parents won't help you.

Dipper didn't bother copying notes, nor listening to the teacher. He just stared at you all day. You suspected that he liked you, but you didn't really take it that way.

All day, he tried to annoy you by just staying by your side. He had this smug little face that kept showing up, making it creepier than expected.

At lunch, he stayed by your side. He didn't try to annoy you, knowing that you loved food and would kill anyone if someone ruined it. You ate pepperoni pizza with stuffed crust and had it complimented by a large bottle of coke.

He was amazed because you managed to eat 4 pieces of pizza in 30 minutes, chugging it down with the coke. He ate fries and nachos, also with a coke.

He excused himself halfway through lunch time. "I hope she sees this..." He mutters to himself and slipped a sticky note in your locker. He had planned this all week, with nervousness baiting him out. He found himself running back to the cafeteria, to your table. You were now eating French fries, drinking the remaining coke in the bottle.

"Hey." You greeted him, with a little burp. "'Scuse me." You excused yourself, and Dipper chuckling.

At last! The classes had ended. You head to your locker to put your books in it. Finally, the little smug wasn't following you anymore. He went off to another direction as soon as the bell rang.

"Finally, I can take a freaking rest." You huff and spun your combination. You noticed the sticky note that Dipper had placed.

'Hey :) go to the furnace at the back of the school.

-Dipper'

The note had read. You placed your books in and started thinking.

'This must be why he went off while he was eating lunch, huh? What is it this time?'  You thought to yourself.

You shut your locker and went towards the garden. You see the little bastard smirking, and you were pissed. Because:

1, If he wanted to make you go to this place, he made a mistake if he only wanted to waste your time.

2, You would actually rather be snoring away the hours at home.

"You know, if you made come here just to waste my time, you could've ju---hmm?" You were cut off by Dipper dipping you into a kiss (ahem, no pun intended).

The kiss lasted for five seconds, and you kissed back. You both pulled away. "I hate you!" You whisper-yelled at him. "Then why'd you kiss back?" He chuckled.

You grab his shirt and kiss him again, a little sloppy, but he kissed back. The kiss had been turned into a little make out session, but this worried you and you pulled away.

Well, the make out session only lasted for 2 minutes, what's wrong with that?

"If you tell anyone about this, I will kill you. Understand?" You threatened him and kissed him once again. This time, he nodded and he wiped your lips, just so students won't suspect anything. He wiped his too, and smirked once again. Before leaving, you grabbed him by his shirt again.

"You're mine, okay?" You whispered in his ear.

"My bad boy."

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WEEEEELL THAT WAS HORRIBLE. FORGIVE ME SIRE, FOR I HAVE NEVER HAD WRITTEN THESE KINDS OF STUFF. STILL LEARNING. THANK YOUUU. Ideas suggestions? Comment plz.

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