Ao3 Version

The
tutoring plan hadn’t worked out either, but now Bill was sure what he needed to
do; he needed to send a clear message to the other students thirsting after
Dipper’s ass.

He waited
until they started covering nature spirits, like dryads and nymphs and the
like. On his and Dipper’s lunch date, which had become a regular occurrence by
now, he asked his question. This time, they were eating at a café near campus,
which was often frequented by the students between classes.

“So, I
actually had a question concerning today’s lesson,” Bill began, having already
planned a way to naturally lead to his real question.

“Fire
away,” Dipper said with a smile before sipping the soda he had ordered.

“You
mentioned how dryads are spirits connected to trees, and I was wondering… If
there are spirits connected to trees, are there spirits connected to all kinds
of plant life, like even grass and flowers?”

“Hmm,”
Dipper paused and thought for a moment. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard about
spirits connected to grass, but yes, there are spirits connected to flowers,
including nymphs actually.”

“No spirits
in grass? Tell that to all the stoners around campus,” Bill joked and Dipper
laughed; god his laugh was beautiful… wait, what? “But, anyway,” Bill shook his
head; no way he was actually falling for the teacher, right? It was just a
physical attraction; Bill was only shooting for some sex and maybe a couple of
dates, not an actual relationship! “I’ll remember to write the connection
between nymphs and flowers down in my notebook later. Speaking of flowers, do
you have a favorite flower?”

The lead in
hadn’t been as natural as Bill had hoped for, but he was starting to feel
panicky at the thought of falling in actual love with his professor. He just
prayed that Dipper’s denseness would also apply to this situation.

“Yes,”
Dipper nodded. “It’s blue roses. It’s interesting, ‘cause they don’t occur in
nature, but-“ he closed his mouth, biting his lower lip as he lowered his gaze.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to start rambling.”

“I don’t
mind,” Bill responded with a smile; it was really cute when Dipper talked, or
rambled, about things he was passionate about; it was one of the reasons Bill
was actually able to pay attention in class.

Their conversation
was cut by the sound of Dipper’s phone ringing. “Sorry Bill,” Dipper shrugged. “It’s
my sister.” He rose from his seat and stepped away to a part of the café where there
was a lack of people, so that he could have his conversation in peace; whether
it was out of a want to keep the conversation private, or a desire not to
disturb other patrons, Bill didn’t know.

Bill seized
the opportunity to grab his phone and search up on blue roses. He got a bunch
of general info about them, found a flower shop a few towns over that sold
them, but what caught his eye, was the meaning behind them; because they were
so rare, blue roses symbolized not only mystery, but also to desire the
unobtainable. Was this a purposeful clue left by Dipper? Was Dipper actually in
love with Bill, but thought he couldn’t have him? If it was then Bill would
have to lay out a clue of his own, and then see if Dipper picked up on it.

When Dipper
returned, their drinks had been placed on the table, but their food still hadn’t
arrived.

“You know,
Dipper, my favorite flower is actually jonquils,” Bill said, studying Dipper’s
face closely in order to spot any sign of recognition or realization.

“Oh, they’re
yellow, right? That suits you,” Dipper smiled and took a sip of his coffee.

Okay, so
maybe there hadn’t been any special meaning to Dipper’s choice of flower, but
if Bill gave Dipper a bouquet of their two favorite flowers, Dipper should get
the hint.

 

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Bill had
tried; he had tried to pull every thread he had available, which was, to say
the least, a fuckton, but apparently jonquils only bloomed in spring! What was
the point of being the heir to a huge fortune and business empire, if he couldn’t
even bend the laws of nature to give his teacher a meaningful bouquet!?

He had
quickly, after about seven hours of brooding in his room, realized he needed to
make a compromise. So instead of jonquils, he got pink camellias. Pink was a
common color symbolizing love, and pink camellias specifically meant “longing
for you”, so that would still send the right message, right?

After
getting the bouquet, he showed up for class late, with the flowers already in a
vase filled with water, and placed them on Dipper’s desk in front of the entire
class.

“Sorry I’m
late, professor,” Bill smirked, feeling the looks of seething hatred and
jealousy, from his fellow classmates, in the back of his neck. “I was picking
up these for you.”

“Aw, thank
you, Bill, they’re very nice,” Dipper just said. “But we’re in the middle of
class, so if you could sit down in your seat, we would all appreciate it.”

And nothing
else had happened. How more obvious can you be than giving someone flowers!?
One of those two flowers even being their favorite one!? Bill was certain this
wouldn’t have happened if he could have gotten those jonquils.

Oh well, at
least the rest of the class now knew that Bill was serious.

Ao3 Version

Last
attempt had failed… well, more like horribly backfired, but Bill wasn’t about
to give up! He had a sure fire way to spend some more private time with his
professor, and then… who knew what would happen then~

The class
had moved on to werewolves now, and Bill had purposefully failed every
question, every paper, about the subject, making it no surprise that Dipper
asked to see him after class.

“Is there
anything wrong, Bill?” Dipper asked him once class was over and the other
students had left. “I didn’t want to say it in front of the other students, but
lately your work has been very lacking, and I’m worried about you.”

“Oh,
Professor Pines~” Bill moaned, smirking on the inside but not letting it show
on the outside. “It’s just this whole thing with werewolves; I can’t wrap my
head around it! W-what if all my previous work was just a fluke? What if I’m
just useless when it comes to the supernatural?”

“Don’t say
that, Bill,” Dipper placed a gentle hand on Bill’s shoulder. “You’re very
bright, and honestly the best student in class. If you’re having a hard time
understanding werewolves, maybe you just need some personal tutoring?”

Bill smiled
at Dipper’s suggestion, mentally celebrating that his plan had worked.

“Really?”
Bill asked, placing a hand on Dipper’s chest. “I don’t want to bother you, but
I could really use your help with
this~”

“It’s no
bother at all,” Dipper assured him with a smile. “I’ll send you my address and
the time; then you can just show up if you’re free.”

“Oh, I’ll
definitely be there, Professor~” Bill
promised in as sultry a voice as he could manage, but it still didn’t seem to
work on Dipper.

Oh well, at
least now Bill had the chance to be alone, with Dipper, inside Dipper’s home…
perfect!

 

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As Bill
made his way to Dipper’s home, he had wondered if perhaps he should bring
something along to set the mood, but decided against it, since it wouldn’t be
necessary. He and Dipper would spend the next few hours together and all alone;
he would already have too many opportunities to hit on him than he could count!

After
making his way to the rather nice apartment complex where Dipper lived, Bill
rang the doorbell, and soon Dipper opened.

“Oh Bill!”
he greeted him. “I’m so happy you decided to come! Everyone else is already
here.”

Wait…
everyone else?

Bill was
led inside to the living room where, to his astonishment, four other students
from class were sitting around the sofa table. Aside from the many papers,
books, and pencils, there also were mugs and cups, a kettle, a bottle of soda,
and a plate of chocolates.

“I always
have soda and coffee, and you can have as much to drink as you need,” Dipper
explained. “Caffeine is important after all. Oh, and Chad brought chocolates
today to share with everyone!”

Bill glared
at the student in question; fucking Chad! He had no idea who this guy was,
aside from the fact he was another student trying to get with Dipper, so Bill
hated him. In fact, he hated every single one of the other students here. Maybe
one or two of them were actually here to be tutored, but the rest had gotten
the same idea Bill did.

“So, how
long have these tutoring sessions been going on?” Bill asked innocently, not
wanting to give his anger away to his rivals.

“Oh, I
think it happened a couple of weeks after the semester started,” Dipper
responded. “Hannah was struggling with the subject and suggested I should tutor
her. Since then, other students have joined us.”

Fuck! Bill
hadn’t even known any of that. He had to step up his game- no, he had to send a
direct message to the other students in class that Dipper was off limits.