A Bunch'a Billdip

stop it

"Nononono" Bill stumbled and caught himself, his breaths coming out painfully. "I need to get out" he struggled to get to the door, Dipper watching him in confusion.

"Stop...please" he whined, leaning against the door, slowly falling to his knees.

"Bill?"

Bill just stared at the wall, mumbling incoherently before a terrible fit of coughing over took him and he put his hand to his mouth quickly. "..why" he pulled his hand back, blood spattered on his palm and Dipper shot up.

"Bill what's wrong, fuck, what's happening?!" Dipper ran to his side and tried to get Bill to look at him but all Bill would do is avoid his gaze and mumble. "What's wrong!" Dipper shook him and Bill gagged, turning to the side and coughing up blood onto the wooden floor.

"The elder twins" Bill finally said softly, his eyes starting to close and Dipper shook his head.

"Hey, hey you stay awake and look at me, alright" Dipper pleaded and Bill blinked slowly and leaned his head back. "C'mon" Dipper shifted and patted his shoulders.

"No.."

"Yes,"Dipper dragged his arms around his neck and started to stand, Bill's legs staying down, "geez, legs up" Dipper muttered and Bill finally got his legs around Dipper's waist and he rested his  head on Dipper's shoulder.

"Why do I have to go"

"I'm not leaving you, idiot" Dipper sighed and walked quickly out of the door, ignoring the fact that Bill was getting blood on his new shirt with all the coughing he was doing.

"out..outside" Bill whispered and Dipper went down the stairs and quickly pushed his way outside. "there"

"Where there? Oh" Dipper spun around and ran towards the older twins and stamped out the chalk Ford had been drawing.

"Dipper!" Ford stared and Bill visibly sighed in relief, though he stayed on Dipper's back.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" Dipper shouted and Stan took a step back.

"He needs to leave" Ford snapped and Bill lolled his head to the side, his eyes narrowing though they were still dull.

Dipper growled and threw a punch at Ford. "You aren't the one who had to watch their boyfriend almost choke on his own blood!" His fist made contact with Ford's jaw and the man stumbled back.

"It isn't his blood Dipper! It's someone else's blood!" Stan said, a pained look on his face as he watched Dipper try and punch Ford again.

"You shut your fucking mouth!"

"How are you able to hold Bill and still swing at me?" Ford asked quickly as Dipper swung again, this time Ford managed to dodge it.

Bill opened his mouth to explain but Ford had had enough, not wanting to punch Dipper, he punched Bill instead. Which caused the demon to let go and fall off, landing on his back and holding his hands over his nose.

"Stop!" Dipper whipped around and tried to help Bill up but Bill shook his head, trying to stop his nose from bleeding.

Bill groaned and rolled onto his side, deciding to let his body rest.

"Don't you dare try anything like this again!" Dipper warned and shifted, picked up Bill and huffing because it was a struggle now that Bill wasn't making himself lighter.

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Of course they tried again two weeks later, Bill was trying to make coffee when the effects started settling in and he managed to get second degree burns on his arm.

Dipper touched the burns lightly, feeling Bill wince. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry" he whispered over and over again.

"It's not your fault. They just don't care about how you feel. They think getting rid of me is for the 'greater good'" Bill lifted Dipper's hand to his mouth and pressed a kiss to the back of his hand.

The burns went away in a few hours.

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Dipper and Bill waited, waited for Stan and Ford to try again but it never happened, until later that was.

Exactly two months from the first attempt Bill became ill.

i promise to finish so many things but it's hard