Bill wandered through town aimlessly. The sky was a bleak grey, odd for a summer afternoon, but it fit Bill's mood perfectly. After moping in the woods for two days he realized he needed food, and was forced to head into town, as much as he hated the idea.

Townsfolk bustled about the streets, hurrying to run their errands before the clouds above released what they had been brewing since morning. But Bill was the only who walked slowly, without purpose or true direction. He had no money and had had no luck with food all afternoon, and was ready to give up his search and retreat to the woods to continue sulking.

But just then, a door swung open down the street, and boy stepped out with a happy bounce. He was a small, plump little thing, with an unceasing smile and chubby, freckled cheeks. And wrapped in his sausage-fingers was an ice cream cone, with three different scoops stacked perfectly on top.

With this Bill's mouth watered and he licked his lips hungrily. It was a glorious sight to behold, and he couldn't help but to slowly approach.

The boy was alone, so stealing it wouldn't be difficult. He was currently gazing down at his precious treasure, admiring it in all its creamy beauty. Bill was determined to get that ice cream cone, his hunger driving him closer and closer. This end of the street was empty save for the two, making it all the more easy on Bill.

He especially wanted it because of the everlasting smile the boy wore. He wanted to wipe that stupid grin right off his face, because, after all, why did he deserve happiness and not Bill? If Bill had to have a shitty day then why not make his shitty as well.

Bill strolled by, taking the cone from his chubby hand nonchalantly, and continued on without even stopping.

"H- Hey! You took my ice cream!"

"Good observation, genius," Bill replied, not turning to face him but only walking away as he spoke.

"But that's mean! You can't do that!" The boy called back, his voice shrill as he whined.

"Life is mean. You'll find that out sooner or later."

The boy tried to argue further but Bill snapped his fingers and muted him. He continued down the street, leaving the boy in a silent temper tantrum as he enjoyed his ice cream.

Night had fallen upon the town, and with it the clouds had burst into a hellish downpour that drenched the entirety of the city.

Dipper sat still in his hospital cot, alone save for the company of his thoughts and the sound of the rain. The drops pelted upon his window, the wind scraping tree branches against the glass noisily. Lightning flashed and illuminated the room, and thunder shook the foundations of the building.

Yet as noisy as the storm was being, it still failed to drown out Dipper's thoughts. They had been gnawing at him all night long, refusing to let him sleep, ever-persistent in the way they flashed this way and that, scattered and random but still effective at tormenting him.

He sat there, eyes wide open, fixated on the blank wall before him, but really not fixated at all.

His mind was in a far off place, nowhere near where he really was.

"So are you a virgin?"

He could see it now. The question would pop up sooner or later, whether it was at the doctor's office or if it was in a game of truth or dare. It was inevitable.

Even if he tried to lie he'd probably stutter or blush and give it away, and it would all go downhill from there.

"Y- Yes," he would try to say.

They saw right through him, of course. "Don't lie," they would say.

And what would they say when he said he wasn't? They'd never think of him the same way. He was no longer pure, no longer innocent; he was stained, dirty, and that's all they would think of him as.

And being so young only made it worse. He didn't want to lose it the way he had, it was nothing like he planned. He planned on losing it to a pretty girl he loved, and being at least nineteen or twenty. He never planned on losing it to a dream-demon-made-man when he was fourteen.

And even though he knew this wasn't his fault, he still had the disgusted feeling of having been part of it. It gave him a sick feeling in his stomach, and made his eyes brim with tears. His hands roaming up and down his body, his tongue against his own...

He felt so violated, so used. Like he could never be full or clean again. The stains from Bill's hands were permanent and could never be washed away.

Scenario after scenario flashed through his mind. So many different ways this would affect his future, so many lost hopes and broken dreams. It would be part of his everyday life, carrying this burden, and it would make itself known every chance it could.

"Are you, or have you ever been, sexually active?" The doctor asked, clipboard at the ready.

"I pick truth for you... so, are you a virgin?" A drunk girl hiccupped, giggling as she sipped from her solo cup.

"So how'd you lose your virginity?" His roommate asked, leaning back on his bed.

"Who'd you lose it to? Was she pretty?"

"Aren't you a bit young to not be a virgin...?"

"Tell me what happened!"

"What was it like?"

So many questions, none of which he knew how to answer. How would he ever make it through life after this?

With this Dipper laid down and began to cry, fearing the future and what was to come.

A/N: Hey guys, it's winter break! And you know what that means?

UPDATES! UPDATES EVERYWHERE! I finally have time to write! I don't even have homework, can you believe that!

Gosh I'm so pumped! Since I'm on a Billdip kick, I'll probably pay the most attention to this story, but fear not! I will update the others too! My goal is to at least add a chapter to all of them! (Except the ones that are definite dead ends, I don't know why I haven't deleted them... OH I KNOW WHY BECAUSE A FUCKING MOVIE CAME OUT WITH THE SAME TITLE AS ONE OF THEM AND I'M HONESTLY PISSED.)

(AKA my story titled The Revenant)

Anyway, now that the holidays are here this will be my gift to y'all! I might also write some non-fanfic pieces, involving deep stuff and my feelings and all that...

But I was also thinking... that I could write one-shots of shippings per your request! BUT! The deal is...

1. You must be following me on tumblr. If you don't have a tumblr to follow me on, you can also write a legit review (longer than three sentences) on one of my stories. This doesn't mean you have to butter me up and say that it's perfect! Be honest and tell me what you think, that's what reviews are for. But if it's something about not liking a shipping or just complaining instead of critiquing my writing, it will not count.

2. Once you have completed step one, you can either send me an ask on tumblr (MUCH PREFERRED) or PM me here with the following:

A statement of whether you followed my tumblr or wrote a review

The shipping you are requesting, e.g. Bill x Dipper

The general idea, setting, and plot of the story, what you want to happen, etc.

Any extra notes

3. If the shipping is crazy weird or if what you want in the story is weird or too explicit I will not do it! Keep this in mind please! Here is a list of shippings I support/like the most to give you an idea:

Mabifica

Billdip

Pinecest

Wendip

Dipifica

Well, that about wraps it up dudes! Happy Holidays and Merry Christmas! I look forward to your requests and feedback!

~Unique Pines