BillDip Oneshots

*Thin*

Double update because I love all of you and I wanted to thank you for your existence.

tw!!!:// eating disorders are  mentioned in this chapter so if that is a touchy subject pls skip to the next oneshot !!! 

Dipper retched again as he slid his index and middle finger down his throat hoping to irritate his uvula. Nothing came up, and Dipper began to grow frantic as he pulled his saliva coated fingers from his throat, only to repeat the process again. He had to do this. He felt disgusted with himself, with his body. He felt uncomfortable in his skin. He wanted out, to be anyone but himself. But he couldn't, he was trapped, and this was his last resort. This time he was a bit more brutal, jamming the pair down his throat until the bile rose and he projected into the toilet. The brunette removed  the two fingers from his mouth and sighed softly he shakily got to his feet. He wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his sweatshirt and dug into his pocket for the pack of Tic-Tacs he always had handy. Doing this in the school bathroom probably wasn't one of his best ideas but he had become desperate. Not only was Mabel beginning to become clingier than usual and forcing him to eat like a pig. Bill, his best friend was now becoming a bit more suspicious with his behavior. Not that he wasn't suspicious already.

Dipper used his foot to flush the toilet before turning to go to the sinks to wash his hands. He did his best to avoid looking into the mirror that was above the sink. He always regretted it afterwards. He made his way to the paper towel dispenser drying off his hands before discarding the brown sandpaper like paper towel into the garbage bin. He then proceeded to the exit and to his surprise Bill was waiting right outside the men's room leaning against the wall opposite the door. He was staring off into space seemingly lost in thought until Dipper approached him. "That sure took a while PineTree." Bill stated before pushing off the wall. "What were you doing in there?" he asked and Dipper simply shrugged

"Masturbating." he replied coolly before starting down the hallway, Bill snorted at his snarky reply and just decided to roll with it. They approached the cafeteria, since they still had about 10 minutes left until lunch ended, and made their way to where Mabel and her girlfriend Pacifica were chatting waiting for the boys return. As soon as Dipper approached the table Mabel raced over to him with concerned brown eyes.

"Dip! What took you so long?" Mabel rushed as she grasped his hands in hers Dipper flashed a weak smile squeezing her hands before letting them go.

"I'm fine Mabel, jeez why does everyone need to know what I do when I'm in the bathroom. I mean for fucks sake it's not like I'm graffiting  the stall walls or some immature crap." he began to rant and Mabel huffed rolling her eyes before returning to her seat.

"On a different note!" Mabel began her entire demeanor changed from concerned to excited "We're all still on for couples night right!? Well Dipper lives with me so he doesn't have a choice and Paz." she took a minute to look the blonde directly in the eyes, brown eyes on sapphire. "Doesn't have a choice either!" she exclaimed

"Bill and I aren't a couple." mumbled Dipper

"YET!" Mabel corrected "You're not an official couple yet! But nothing gets between Mabel and her ships. Nothing." her smile was menacing and didn't reach her eyes which had everyone at the table shivering.

"Of course I'll come Shooting Star!" Bill replied using the nickname he had given her when they were kids she beamed at him and he gladly returned the smile. After the bell rang indicating it was time to go back to class, the four wished one another farewell and went off to their designated classrooms.

As the week progressed Dipper's absence during lunch became more prominent than ever. Usually the three dismissed it as Dipper being the nerd he was, staying after class or heading to the library during a good portion of lunch but every time Dipper arrived late he was skin was pale and he looked like bones with flesh stretched over them. Each time he came Mabel practically begged him to eat some of her lunch but he simply told her he was not hungry. Then Friday afternoon Mabel had had enough.