Will Cipher x Dipper Pines One-Shots Collection [Requests Allowed]

Bullying AU

Dipper felt pain shoot up his spine as Tyrone pushed him to the ground. The greyish-brown-haired teen sneered and turned to his boyfriend, who had his arms crossed and was looking to the side, looking uncomfortable. "See? It's not that hard," he said, voice harsh, "He's weak. He shouldn't have even come here." Will squirmed and shot a glance at Dipper, then walked down the hall in the opposite direction. "That stupid price of shit," Tyrone muttered under his breath, "Can't even figure out that his brother's paying me to date him." He turned to Dipper and kicked him in the side. Dipper yelped as a bruise started to form on his ribs. Tyrone cackled and turned on his heel, stalking off.

Dipper washed his face off in the bathroom sink. He looked into the mirror and frowned. He was malnourished from Bill taking his lunch money, pale from being hidden inside all the time so his parents weren't embarrassed by him, and had bags under his eyes from the same nightmare being drilled into his mind. He grit his teeth and looked down as the person he most hated walked into the bathroom. No, not Tyrone, nor Bill. It was actually Will. Yes, the one who didn't do anything. But that was exactly the reason why he hated him. Will just stood there, not bothering to do anything. He didn't tell Tyrone or Bill to stop. He didn't tell the authorities about what Dipper was going through. He just sat by and watched. His grip on the sides of the sink tightened, his knuckles turning white. He reminded himself that if he kept his gaze from wandering, people would leave him alone. It usually worked. Not this time. Will walked up to him after recovering from his initial surprise and began to rub his back. Dipper tensed, his pupils thinning as he tried to keep himself from acting out his emotions. What the actual fuck. Will swallowed hard, seeing the brunet's expression in the mirror. He backed off and proceeded to go on with his business. Dipper stayed. Something told him to. He wanted to leave. The situation was uncomfortable. Yet... It wasn't as much as one would expect it to be. He turned his head just a slight bit and watched Will from the corner of his eyes. Will went into the last of three stalls— and the largest— and sat down against the wall. Dipper winced at the sound of soft crying. He looked down at the sink and saw drops of water. Funny, it's been long enough for the water used to wash his face to dry. Then, he felt warm, wet streaks running down his cheeks and realized that he had been angrily crying. He wiped his face off with his sleeve, sniffling, and lifted his head to look in the mirror once more. He sighed. More of the makeup Mabel put on him was wearing off, revealing a large bruise from when Bill punched him for giving him the wrong answers for his homework. Bill had gotten a complete zero, and Dipper couldn't help but feel a bit proud of himself. Bill was stupid to trust the answers he gave him. If Bill asked him how to get someone to feel bad for him, Dipper would tell him to take a noose and hang himself. Bill probably would. And on the same night, Dipper would probably do the same, knowing he sent someone to their death. A pang shot through him, and he regained his vision to see that he was still in the bathroom. He blinked a few times, then the feeling of warmth pressing against his back registered in his mind. Arms were wrapped around his midsection, and a chin was resting on his head. He looked over into the mirror to see that Will was hugging him from behind now, a few tears still rolling down his face. He also saw more droplets on his own face. He shivered and pressed his back against Will's chest, now shaking. His hate and anger was gone now, replaced by depression and loneliness. He needed a hug, and Will was the one giving it to him. He could practically feel himself imprinting on Will as a source of comfort. He sniffed and felt warmth spread through him as Will pulled him closer. It suddenly occurred to him how funny the situation was. Two guys of totally different social ranks, crying and clinging to each other in the bathroom. He started giggling, and Will looked down at his face. Dipper saw his expression in the mirror and his laughing immediately ceased. "Sorry," he mumbled. Will's face betrayed his worry, but he placed a kiss on the top of the shorter teen's head. Suddenly, he pulled away rather quickly, stuffing his hands in his pockets. Dipper rapidly began washing his face, feeling ashamed of himself for letting Will do that to him. After he dried his face, Will kissed his cheek, then his jaw, and finally his neck. Dipper tensed, and Will mumbled, "Don't just stand there." Dipper snapped out of it, glared at Will, and rushed out of the bathroom. Boy, did he hate his instincts. Meanwhile, Will calmly walked out of the bathroom after thoroughly wiping his face off, thinking, 'I'll show him that it's okay to give in to me. First, I'll break up with Tyrone. Bill's gonna be so pissed.'