Prompt: Bill is crying and Dipper has to comfort him, but kind of sucks at it.
Crying
Setting his can of Pitt on the counter, Dipper walked around the souvenir shop and started to straighten up what the tourists left behind before closing up for the night. Just as he finished up, he grabbed his soda and walked toward the door to lock it when it slammed open. He had no time to register what was happening before a gold blur slammed into his stomach, nearly sending him to the floor. Unfortunately, his soda wasn't as lucky. That was another thing he was going to have to clean up tonight.
He didn't have to look down to know who was tightly wrapped around his waist. Rolling his eyes, he patted the mop of blond hair that was buried in his shirt as he waited for the kid to look up at his with his overly wide smile. When the kid didn't move, he looked down and noticed that the boy's shoulders were shaking. "Bill?" he called out worriedly.
A broken sob answered him as Bill tried to bury his face deeper into Dipper's stomach.
Dipper could feel as something wet start to seep through his shirt. He wondered if Bill was licking him again, but another sob came from the boy and it finally dawned on him. Bill was crying. It nearly knocked the wind out of him. Bill didn't cry. He's only known the kid for a few months, but never has he cried.
"Bill?" he called out again, leaning down as he tried to get a better look at him. Bill stayed silent except for the soft sobs that were muffled by Dipper's front. Dipper was tempted to call out for Mabel, she'd be able to pull Bill to her and calm his tears. He wasn't fit to do something like this. The only person he's ever comforted was Mabel and even then she told him he sucked at it.
Hesitantly, he moved his hands to Bill's back and rubbed small circles. "Um, it'll be alright," he started lamely. "Ah…there, there?"
Bill suddenly started to cry louder, causing Dipper to jump back, thinking that he had hurt Bill in some way. Dipper caught a glimpse of Bill's reddened face before the boy launched himself back onto Dipper's probably soaked shirt. Bill's hands grasped at Dipper's shirt tightly as he clung onto him.
"Bill…" Dipper murmured as he stared down at the child. He didn't know what hurt Bill enough to make him cry, but he knew he didn't like whatever or whoever it was.
Still unsure what to do, he did what Mabel always did for him. Somehow, he detached Bill's grip on his clothes and moved Bill away long enough to kneel down. He didn't even have to pull Bill into his arms before he had his thin arms wrapped around his neck and his damp face nestled in the crook of his neck. Dipper wrapped his arms around him, not nearly as tightly as Bill held him. "It's alright," he whispered as he rubbed one hand over his back.
It was nearly an hour before Bill calmed down enough that he wasn't clinging to Dipper's neck. It was late and Dipper stared to feel stiffness in his joints from the constant position. Taking advantage of Bill's calm, he moved them until he was sitting cross legged on the floor with Bill in his lap. Bill still refused to let go of his shirt.
"Do you…do you want to tell me what's wrong?" Dipper asked, looking away from Bill as he did so. He didn't want to pressure him.
Bill gave a shaky sigh as he rested his head against Dipper's chest. A hand clenched the front of Dipper's shirt tightly. He opened his mouth to speak, but a raspy sound came out instead and he promptly shut his mouth. Quickly shaking his head, Dipper took that as a sign he wasn't going to talk.
"Okay," he sighed with a small smile. He was curious, but he wasn't going to push it. "Just…whenever you want to talk about it, I'll listen, okay?" he said weakly. "O-or I can go get Mabel."
Bill gave a snort. "I'd rather talk to you," he rasped out.
Dipper bit back a snicker at Bill's voice. He sounded horrible. He sounded like an old man. Shifting his arms a bit to hold Bill better, he looked down at the younger boy to see him drifting to sleep in his arms. Sighing, he slowly stood up as he held Bill to him. He walked to the door, shutting it with his foot before locking it, he made his way into the living room. He moved toward the couch, knowing that Bill was staying the night. After the kid falls asleep, it's nearly impossible to wake him back up.
Kneeling, he placed Bill on the couch and just as he started to pull away, Bill shot up. His hands pulled at Dipper's shirt as he stared up at him with his eye blown wide in fear. "Please don't leave me," he whined as he tugged at Dipper.
Dipper grasped the hands and tried to break their hold, but Bill had a strong grip. "Bill, I need to go clean up the spilled soda and I'm sure you want a blanket or two," he trailed off as tears start to well up in Bill's eye.
Bill shook his head quickly. "No! You got to stay right here!" he yelled.
Dipper was surprised that no one came running down the stairs cause of the noise. "Okay, okay," he pacified as he held his hands up defensively. "I'll stay."
Bill's body seemed to slug at Dipper's words. "Good," he muttered as he laid back down with a hand still clutching Dipper's shirt.
Sighing, Dipper sat down on the floor. He was getting no sleep tonight, it seemed. Just as he was started to relax, something plopped down in his lap, startling him. Dipper looked down to Bill curled up against him.
"I could have got you a blanket if you were cold," he commented.
Bill just shook his head instead.
Dipper grumbled something not meant for children's ears as he debated throwing Bill back on the couch and getting him a blanket. "Don't expect this to become a regular occurrence," he told him as he leaned back against the couch.
He was met with soft snores instead of Bill's usual witty reply.
Glaring weakly down at the younger, Dipper gave in to his fate. At least he was quiet for once. Absentmindedly, he ran his hand through Bill's silky hair, wondering what had set him off in the first place.
There is no real order, but if you want a certain time or setting, just give me a prompt either on my tumblr or here and I will hopefully get to it. I have a large list to get to.
Also, the ones that are from my Billdip collection are still there and unaltered. These may be a bit different.
