Prompt: I heard you were doing requests so. Maybe some trans Dip getting bullied and Bill (and to lesser extent Mabel) to the rescue? In a school setting would be nice.

Warning: Transphobia

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"Look, it's the tranny."

Dipper winced at the sound of the voice, but did his best to continue ignoring it, trying to get his books out of his locker. He was supposed to go meet up with Bill and Mabel at lunch and he really didn't want to leave the two waiting.

"She's just pretending to be a boy. Probably just being a nasty pervert to look at guy's dicks." Another voice chimed in, dripping with hatred.

Dipper shuddered and closed his locker. If he ignored them, they would just go away…

Before he could turn around, a large hand shoved him against his own locker, pinning him into place.

Dipper stared up at the twisted face of his bully, his own loathing and indignation festering inside his stomach, ready to be spilled forth in the form of vile insults and mockery.

However, that never happened as his bully's other hand reached up and covered his mouth.

Fright joining his hate, Dipper struggled in vain against the larger boy, for once wishing it wasn't lunch so someone could see this happening and stop it.

The other guy behind his bully laughed loudly. "Look at her! Disgusting. Heh, bet you can't rip her binder off."

Dipper's eyes widened in horror.

His bully snorted. "Dude, that's gross." A twisted leer formed on his face. "Bet'cha I can!"

The hand on his face left to instead try and reach up his shirt.

"NO! Stop it!" Dipper cried out, tears starting to brim in his eyes, wishing that someone- anyone would come and see this and put a stop to it.

"Hehe, if you're really a boy, you wouldn't be bothered by me touching your chest." The bully taunted him.

Closing his eyes, Dipper turned his face into the lockers. He couldn't move and with the fear pounding through him, it left him paralyzed on the spot.

However, that drifting hand never made it to it's destination.

A shout. A snarl.

And the next thing he knew, he was free.

Dipper's eyes snapped open to see a familiar figure in front of him, having thrown the bully off of him and to the floor. Already, Dipper could hear screaming down the hallway. Turning his head, he saw Mabel in pursuit after the other kid, glitter canon in hand, hair whipping every which way behind her.

"If I ever see you treat Pine Tree like that- no. If I ever see you within three feetof him, I'll send you to the hospital. You got that?" Bill snarled, slamming his foot down on the guy's hand, causing him to howl in pain.

"G-Got it! Got it!" He cried, tears already beading in his eyes.

Bill let out another surprisingly animalistic growl before picking his foot up, letting the bully scramble to his feet and scramble away.

Dipper stared up wide-eyed at Bill, who slowly turned around, fiery look still in his eyes. "You okay, Pine Tree?" He asked.

Feeling his tears finally spill over the edge, Dipper flung himself at Bill, burying his chest into that stupid graphic tee-shirt the other insisted on wearing, shivering at what almost just happened.

Bill wrapped his his arms around his boyfriend, tucking his head underneath his chin and hugging him close, as if to protect the younger from all the world's cruelty and evils.

"I'm better now." Dipper whispered.

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