#bill cypher x reader

[cuntry-r0ckst4r]

aint NO WAY yall have a crush on a yellow pyramid.

[s1llys0ck]

Somebody stop me at this point im losing it

[selineram3421]

👁️

You're Off-key

Part 1

Prologue

Reader X Gravity Falls

Warnings ⚠

⚠ italics=thoughts, swear words, some or many book of bill spoils, blood, mentions of a concussion, minor panic attack, we pacing now lol, ugh Disney mention ⚠

Ow..

You woke up in pain and the sunlight hitting your eyes.

Everything hurt.

Like a lot.

Geez.. You thought with a groan. Why is everything so bright? What is this vividness? Disney?

Sitting up, you notice that you're still in the woods and it's around noon or at least in the afternoon. Rubbing the back of your head, you try to remember what happened.

I was in the woods..with spaghetti and..my best friend was going to take my picture. Ow-!

You hiss and you pull your hand away from your head, finding blood once getting a look at it.

"Oof ok, time to go get help.", you said to yourself and stood up.

Like any gamer out there, you checked your surroundings before checking your inventory. So far you were deep in the woods that looked oddly..cartoonish? And you had a backpack nearby with a water bottle, phone, and wallet inside.

Where's my flashlight? Wait, I had a flashlight? Also, where's by bestie?

Every time you thought about it your head would start hurting.

"Never mind that, I have to get moving before it gets dark out.", you sighed and began walking.

In all honesty, you did not know where you were going. Just picked a direction and decided that was good enough. Maybe you'll find civilization or maybe you're walking deeper into the woods. Who knows!

My brain is a little optimistic right now. You thought. Or maybe it's due to lack of sleep.. I was driving the whole time.

Then you started getting a little clumsy.

Tripping, swaying, falling flat on your face a few times, and overall just feeling drained. Also, you kept hearing maracas? Was that some kind of bird or something?

Ah, wait. Wasn't that the Hide Behind? You remembered about reading it in Journal 3 and that scene when Mabel says maraca owl. Maybe it is a maraca owl or maybe it's the tall thing that follows people.

Currently, you were laying on the ground because you fell..haha. AGAIN.

Thank Glob you landed on grass this time.

Ok. Do I or do I not take a nap? Probably not the best choice because I might have a concussion. Hm..the choices.

Deciding on one last try, you push yourself off the ground, take a quick sip of water, and continue on your journey! Nothing was gonna stop you now-!

Oh, a bird!

Then you ran into something, fell back and hit your head on the ground.

It was silly because it was kinda like a light switch.

You were awake and then you passed out,

Ha!

⯅

OW! How many times am I going to wake up in pain!?

"Great job Dipper! You killed someone!", a feminine voice said.

"They aren't dead! They just hit their head and passed oUt after they fell!", another voice says with a slight voice crack.

"Haha ha!", the girl laughs. "Your voice cracked."

Slowly waking up, you feel a type of rocking motion, like you're in a car or something.

A car!?

You sit up quickly. Too quickly and almost fall out of the golf cart but someone manages to pull you back to the seat.

"Whoa! Careful, you do not want to fall out of this thing when going almost full speed.", the female voice says next to you.

Looking over, you find a brown haired girl wearing a keyboard sweater.

"Hi! I'm Mabel! I have a pet pig named Waddles!!", she introduces herself loudly.

You feel your head hurt at her polite screeching.

"Ow. Hold on, give me a sec.", you say and rub your forehead.

"Uh.. Mabel? It's not a good idea to be loud around someone who just woke up after hitting their head.", the guy says, who you are assuming is driving the golf cart.

"Oops.", the girl, Mabel, smiles at you sheepishly. "My bad."

You wave her off.

"It's fine, I've dealt with worse.", you reassure.

"Let me start again.", she says and extends a hand for you to shake. "I'm Mabel and the one driving the golf cart is my twin brother, Dipper."

"STOP THE CART!"

The golf cart screeches to a stop and you hobbled your way out, beginning to pace back and forth.

Holyshitthisexplainsalot!That'swhyeverythingwassobrightandcartoonybecasuethisisfuckingDisneyshit!AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH-!

"Uh..you ok there?", Mabel asks.

"Um? Maybe? I-", you begin but then panic about what to say next.

Shitshitshitshit! Think of something! Anything!

"I don't remember how I got into the woods..", you say and cringe.

Yeah! Nice job! Now you're suspicious! YA DOINKUS!

"O..k, so you hit your head harder than we thought.", Dipper speaks up. "Let's get you patched up and see what we can do from there, ok?"

Pros: Going with two of your favorite characters will lead to adventures. Cons: They might try to read your mind to see if you're a threat and might threaten you with some random weapons..

.....

"I guess I can go with you guys until I can go to the hospital or something.", you say and finally stop imprinting foot prints into the dirt.

"Cool!", Mabel cheers. "Let's go! I've got Mabel juice in the fridge and I wanna see if the new dinosaurs inside taste different!"

"That's not how that works.", her brother mumbles and puts the golf cart in drive.

Hopping back on, you notice your backpack was opened.

"Uh? Who raccooned into my pack?", you asked.

"Racooned?", the Pines driving asks.

"Dug through your stuff? That was Dip.", Mabel says, completely understanding what you meant.

"Oh, sorry.", Dipper pipes up. "That was to see your ID, nothing else. I mean, wouldn't you try to identify someone after they passed out randomly?"

He is kinda right.

"Understandable racooning.", you say and start to brain storm ideas for a plan on how to stay under the radar.

Ok, so I might have/most likely freed Bill and now I have to do something about it before he's running wild around Gravity Falls again...fun.

You sigh and just decide to sit back and enjoy the ride for now.

Jerk didn't let me keep the pictures.

The sun was starting to set, within a few minutes you saw the Mystery Shack in the distance.

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~Seline, the person.

Part 2

Taglist@

@diffidentphantom @sleep-7372 @boredwithlifeatthispoint @mspurpl3 @+?

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[m2jay]

Soul Touch [Ford x OC]

Here's a little preview of what's in the story. Thanks to the release of "The Book of Bill" and the dating sim game "Swooning Over Stans," I think it was time for me to contribute to the Gravity Falls fandom and write a fanfic. Here's a part of it:

◬◬Bill's POV◬◬

"A X O L O T L! My time has come to burn! I invoke the ancient power that I may return."

        To think that using the last of my powers in Stanley's mind would lead me to this. That damn con artist is really going to get it this time. As I invoked the strength I had left inside, I managed to survive within the cosmos life other deities are able to do. Banished to a realm amongst the stars, I was met with the AXOLOTL. Though soothing of a presence, it's not my style.

        I crave chaos and destruction, one that leaves me with a good laugh. Seeing the terror amongst humans is absolutely amusing, and it's fun to see how far they'll go for their own selfish desires. They live in a meaningless way. There's nothing good about the world they fight so hard to go on in. Why do they fight so hard for a life that just ultimately has so much struggle in the end? Having infinite power is where it's really at. They're all too stupid to understand.

        The party had stopped. Time was dead and meaning had no meaning. Existence was upside-down and I reigned supreme briefly. I had it all. 

        Everything was in my grasp, even ol' Fordsy too. The fact that I was outsmarted by his lesser half is an absolute embarrassment to my existence. It's not fair, and I will get him back, along with the whole damn Pines family. They will get what's coming to them once I get out.

        I've been locked away in Theraprism in Dimension #5150. It's a neutral zone that's outside of time. If I were stronger, I'd have destroyed this useless place. I'm tired of pretending to be something I'm not in order to get out of here.

        I had many crimes against reality against me. I've done memory laundering, breaking and entering the fabric of space-time, chrono-infanti-regicide, multilevel  marketing, psychic torture, the "2nd-Dimension Incident," and Weirdmageddon. Personally, I don't think this is all that bad to keep me locked up in one of the highest wellness centers of space and time.

        People don't change, not even GODS. Wanna know how to get out of a mental ward, kid? It's faking it. You tell them what they want to hear. You mask everything. Don't be your true self. Trust no one.

        My power isn't as strong as the AXOLOTL, but I still got it. I've managed to fabricate a book that will go out into the Pine's family's dimension. I call it "The Book of Bill." Pretty clever, right? It's pretty impressive if I do say so myself.

        If anything, of all gods, why am I here? Isn't there some Christian entity or something that went against the God or whatever. If anything, why not blame all my atrocities on that guy, huh? Don't a lot of people do that anyways to get away with things? I mean seriously, I'm not the embodiment of bad itself or anything. Let's blame it on that Satan guy. There's so many dimensional timelines, I can't be the ONLY BEING THIS BAD HERE! 

        I can't lose my cool completely here. Heck, not even at all. I need to keep up the façade in order to get out. That's right, and I'll be out here soon. I just know it. My all-seeing eye is still capable of looking through the abundant paths people can take. I see the last opportunity and will take it for myself. 

        Sixer, you're in for something that cannot be fixed. I'll make sure you regret not taking my hand to rule dimensions and travel across galaxies at my side. When I get my hands on you again, I will turn you back into a gold statue that'll be erected onto my record player, forever in a musical dance that spins. You'll be sorry.

        As for your good for nothing brother, there's an end for him that I am counting on. Just you wait, Stanley. Punching my eye and breaking my body in the mind space will be the last time you'll ever lay your mortal hands on me.

        I need to smear my mind blank. The SEA ANGEL of the Theraprism is here. Oh, how she's easy to manipulate. I guess it's why you can consider the gal an angel. It's a shame for her, really, because she's so easy to manipulate. The way she thinks I'm actually changing is HILARIOUS! What a shame for them for when their time comes. They'll all see.

        "Bill Cipher, good stars!" The dim-witted SEA ANGEL greeted happily.

        "Yes, good stars! Haha.." I greeted. 'Haha..'

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Links to the fanfics will be listed here so far:

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Quotev

[etheralrealm]

"Liar. Monster. Snappy dresser." -Journal 3

IT IS A RATHER....WEIRD STYLE. AND I LIKE IT.

[Hiya :) I haven't given up on Ask Bill! It's been a while, sorry for not updating so much. I've discovered Portal 2 and hehe, luv it mate. But no worries. I still love Bill and Gravity Falls in general.]

[bobawitch]

Halloweekend | M.S.

summary: Matt and reader have matching costumes which gains the question of could you two be more than friends?

cw: little bit of fluff, y/n used, not proofread </3

wc: 1469

pairing: matt x fem!reader

Halloweekend was potentially your most anticipated weekend of this year. Why, you ask? Well because you were doing matching costumes with your friend Matt. Now why was a friendly Halloween costume so important to you? Well that’s because you had a not very secret crush on that friend. You had known Matt for years now and were well acquainted with the fanbase as well. You and Matt had decided to dress from his favorite show, Gravity Falls. Since Dipper was Matt’s favorite character he was going as him and you decided to do a human version of Bill Cypher. You were sitting on Matt’s floor, all of your makeup strewn about in front of a little mirror. You had already slicked your hair back, some fly aways resting down so that your hair looked a little disheveled. You had a smokey eye with some golden shimmers on your eyelids, your lips were painted black and you had made a little brick design as contour. You were nearly ready and just waiting for Matt to finish his shower. As you hummed along to the Halloween music you put on you noticed the shower faucet sound had stopped. You turned your head to see Matt walk out in most of his costume. His white shirt hugged his torso, just barely being off of the rim of his cargo shorts. Thankfully you both lived in LA which meant that it wasn’t freezing during Halloween. “Hey.” “Hey” He smiled down at you, pushing his wet hair away from his face. “Have a good shower?” Matt nodded, moving to his bed where his blue vest sat with his little blue hat. “Your makeup looks good.” You smiled, “Thanks Matt.” “Yeah of course.” The two of you stared at each other for a minute, your eyes never leaving his. You opened your mouth to say something, to say anything, but you closed your mouth again. You didn’t know what you wanted to say, maybe you should tell him how you felt. Anytime you were with him he treated you so gently, it made your heart flutter at any word. 

Suddenly a hard knock came onto Matt’s door, Chris’s voice ringing from the other side. “Are y’all almost ready? We’re ready and people are going to start showing up soon.” You giggled at Matt, who jumped at the sudden knocking. He glared over at you before pulling the vest on himself. “Yeah yeah, we’re almost ready, just give us a minute.” You laughed again before standing up, dusting your mini skirt off before buttoning your big yellow tail coat. When you looked up you saw Matt, his hand was on the door knob but his eyes were glued to you. He blinked a few times before noticing you saw him. “Sorry uh, you just look amazing.” Your cheeks warmed and you tucked some of your gelled hair behind your ear. “Thanks Matt, you look cute.” You must have been seeing things because for a moment it looked like Matt blushed. But how could that be? He’s just your friend, nothing more. Matt was quick to open the door, his hat in his hand. He held it open for you to walk through which prompted you to jog your way to the door, smiling at Matt as you walked through the door and to where Chris stood. Chris looked you up and down before nodding. “Nice costume.” You smiled, doing a little pose. “Thanks Chris. I like your costume too.” Chris was dressed as Billy Loomis with Nick matching him as Stu. Matt soon joined the two of you in the hall, his hand grazing your lower back as he stood next to you. Your body tensed at his contact before you melted into his touch, leaning against him before remembering Chris was there. You stood up and smiled between the two, “Well I’m gonna go see everyone.” Matt nodded. “Ok, sounds good.” Chris nodded before giving Matt a look and walking away. 

When you walked into the kitchen you saw Madi sitting at the island scrolling on her phone. You moved to sit by her and smiled when she looked up. She met you with the same smile before turning off her phone. “You look cute.” You smiled and shrugged, “Thanks, you do too!” She giggled as Nick walked in. He dramatically gasped as Matt and Chris entered the room as well. He walked over to you and motioned at your outfit. “You look amazing Y/N!!” You gushed, not being able to control your smile at the boy. From the corner of your eye you saw Matt smiling at you as well. 

After some small talking between the 5 of you some of your other friends began to arrive. You dabbed up various people and began to party the way most 20 year olds would. Though you weren’t the drinking type, you’d have a few sips of something but nothing to get you hammered. As you mingled with Madi and some of y’alls friends you noticed Matt staring at you more and more. It made your heart flutter knowing that he was looking at you when other people were around. You mingled around the party earning a few confused looks at your costume and many compliments before finding Matt again. He was sitting on the couch looking around before his beautiful blue eyes fell upon you for what felt like the millionth time tonight. You smiled to yourself before walking over to him and sitting down. Without a word you curled yourself next to Matt, resting your head on his chest. You felt him tense under you before relaxing, laying his arm around your shoulder. You smiled and cuddled into your friend before looking up at him. “Enjoying the party?” You spoke to him, loud enough to be heard over the general bustle of people yet still quiet. Almost as if you two were in your own little world on that couch. Matt nodded, “Yeah, it’s better now though.” You felt your cheeks warm at that before sitting up, looking him directly in the face. “That was cheesy as fuck.” You stated, smiling at him with a teasing look in your eye. Matt laughed though it was almost as if it were a flustered laugh, causing him to look away from your face. After the two of you giggled he became oddly serious, grabbing your hand. “Can I talk to you?” He nearly whispered. “Of course, what’s wrong?” You whispered back. “Let’s go to my room..” He stood then, pulling you with him by the hand. He held your hand tight as the two of you walked past all of your friends and to the back hall where his room was. He opened the door for you and you walked in, immediately going to the mirror to make sure your costume was still in one piece. After you were certain you still looked like Bill Cypher you turned to Matt who was fidgeting nervously. You smiled sympathetically before walking over to him and grabbing his hands. “Hey look at me.” His eyes shot up, locking in with yours. “Talk to me Matt.” You whispered to him. Though it didn’t strike you as strange in the moment you were nearly an inch away from Matt’s face. It was an intense stare but the kind that felt so friendly and kind and full of love. Matt smiled for a moment before looking into your eyes, he sighed and looked back down at your hands. “Promise you won’t be mad at me.” Upon his words you furrowed your brows, now worried for what he may say. “I promise Matt, I could never be mad at you. Not really.” You moved to tilt his face up so that he was looking into your eyes once more. “Y/N I like you, like a lot.” You paused, your mind not letting you accept what he just said. “What do you mean..” Matt sighed before dropping your hands and grabbing the sides of your face. Suddenly your lips collided with something soft and warm. You blinked a few times as Matt kissed you, your heart exploding into fireworks. Quickly you began to kiss back, holding onto his hand that cupped your cheek. Your hands moved to his white undershirt, clutching it in your fists as you deepened the kiss. 

Finally pulling away you looked at Matt, a smile lingering on your lips. “I like you a lot. I wanted to do this costume with you because I like you. Like more than a friend.” He admitted, looking away a bit. You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck as his hands snaked to your hips. You pulled him closer to you, kissing him once more. “I like you too Matthew Sturniolo.”

[rarityroo]

Welcome to my blog

Hi, I’m Rarityroo, (she/her) you can all me Rarity or Roo either is okay. I write fanfics for various fandoms and characters and would love to get some requests for you! I hope you have a good time here.

Blog rules

- My requests are usually open but if they’re ever closed please respect that, if you send a request after I say requests are closed I will delete it.

- Please don’t be hateful in any way shape or form, I don’t tolerate bigotry in the slightest. You will be blocked.

- If you have any questions about a character, fandom or requests you go ahead and ask.

- I only write ‘x reader’ fanfics but I wrote for all genders and identities.

- If you can show love to the blog by reposting or liking I really appreciate it!

Writing Rules

- I write ‘x reader’ fanfiction but I will include another character if it’s for a polyamorous or platonic relationship.

- I don’t mind writing things that are more cryptic or dark but please don’t request something with extremely excessive gore or grossness.

- I don’t write smut, I don’t mind slightly NSFW (ex. hickeys and alluding to sex.)

- Also if I don’t feel like writing your request I simply won’t, it’s nothing personal it’s just based on my comfort.

- I love writing some angst so I’d love some requests with that!

Fandoms and characters

Masterlist

I write for….

AoT: Eren, Mikasa, Armin, Hange, Levi, Erwin, Sasha, and Annie.

BES: Mizu.

MHA: Aizawa (Eraserhead), Tamaki, Taishiro (Fatgum), Hizashi (Present Mic), Mirio, Rumi (Mirko), Mirai (Sir Nighteye), Keigo (Hawks), and Dabi.

Creepypasta: Ticci Toby, Hoodie, Masky, Jeff the killer, Slenderman, Bloody Painter, and Eyeless Jack.

YellowJackets: Misty, Natalie, Tai, Shauna, and Jackie.

Undertale: Sans, Papyrus, Asgore, Toriel, Undyne, Mettaton, Napstablook, Burgerpants. (I write for Horrortale, Underfell, Underswap.)

TADC: Pomni, Kinger, Caine, Jax, Ragatha, Gummigoo and Zooble.

MCU: Peter Parker (Spider-Man) and Loki.

Stranger things: Steve, Eddie, Gareth and Hopper.

Tmnt: Leonardo, Raphael, Donatello, Michelangelo, Casey Jones, and April O’Neil, Karai.

X-men: Logan Howlett, Charles Xavier, Scott Summers, and Kurt Wagner.

Gravity Falls: Bill Cypher, Ford Pines, and Stan Pines.

If you’re favorite character or fandom isn’t listed here make sure to ask ! 🫶🏻

[icarus-has-falllen]

Master list

Stranger things

Gareth Emerson

reader gifts Gareth with his flannel

Steve Harrington

jealous steve harrington

reader gets vecna'd

Eddie munson

being eddie's best friend turned lover

Billy Hargrove

very short comfort fic

being billy's bestfriend from cali

reader has powers and protects billy

Artist reader

Nancy wheeler

none yet

Mike wheeler

ghost face!byler x reader

coffee shop au

Angst to fluff

Dustin Henderson

learning how to play DND

Lucas sinclaire

none yet

Max mayfield

none yet

Will byers

ghost face!byler x reader

Will finds out reader is trans

wheeler!reader having a crush on will

Jane "eleven" hopper

none yet

Fred Benson

very short kinda fluff

byers!reader introducing fred to their family

Chrissy Cunningham

none yet

Umbrella Academy

Klaus Hargreaves

family pt.1

family pt.2

family pt.3

family pt.4

Diego Hargreaves

family pt.1

family pt.2

family pt.3

family pt.4

Five Hargreaves

family pt.1

family pt.2

family pt.3

family pt.4

late nights and snacks

Allison Hargreaves

family pt.1

family pt.2

family pt.3

family pt.4

Viktor Hargreaves

family pt.1

family pt.2

family pt.3

family pt.4

FEAR STREET

simon

none yet

Young!Nick Goode

being ziggy's bestfriend and dating Nick Goode

Ziggy

being ziggy's bestfriend and dating Nick Goode

Marvel

Spider man (Tom Holland and Andrew Garfield)

none yet

Star Lord

none yet

Miles Morales

non yet

Scream (the original)

Stu macher

none yet

Billy loomis

none yet

Mickey Altieri

none yet

Sidney Prescott

none yet

Ethan Landry

none yet

Gravity falls

Dipper pines

none yet

Mabel pines

none yet

Stanford pines

none yet

Stanley pines

none yet

Wendy

none yet

Bill cypher

none yet

It

Richie Tozier

none yet

Eddie Kaspbrack

none yet

Stanley Uris

none yet

Beverley Marsh

none yet

Bill Denbrough

none yet

Ben Hanscom

none yet

Hamilton

Alexander Hamilton

none yet

Thomas Jefferson

none yet

John Laurens

none yet

Lafayette

none yet

Angelica Skylar

none yet

Eliza Skylar

none yet

Peggy Skylar

none yet

Hercules mulligan

none yet

Aaron Burr

none yet

Ghostbusters

Ray stantz

none yet

Egon Spengler

none yet

Peter Venkman

none yet

Winston Zeddemore

none yet

Wednesday

Wednesday Addams

none yet

Xavier Thorpe

none yet

Tyler Galpin

none yet

Enid Sinclair

none yet

Star Wars

Luke Skywalker

none yet

Din Djarin

none yet

Han Solo

none yet

Anakin Skywalker

none yet

Spider-verse

Miles Morales

Gwen Stacey

Hobie Brown

Pavitr Prabhakar

[yandere-daydreams]

Ugh, holy shit my yandere awakening is so embarrassing but here goes.

I was like, 11 when Gravity Falls came out and I was such a simp for Bill Cypher that I went online to read fanfiction about him and found a story based off beauty and the beast where reader is beauty and he is the beast while Dipper is Gaston and it just like- broke me dude

He was such a coy little shit who was keeping reader as his captive lil darling while constantly teasing them and my hormonal brain could not function

Anyway, I've been a whore ever since

no because everyone and anyone who had a crush on twink!bill cipher was honestly so valid for it. he was charismatic, you were twelve, and artists on tumblr decided he was hot. you were destined for failure.

i also very geuninle believe that you can't be an interesting adult without having had at least one (1) crush on one of the iconic tumblr sexymen. it's the only thing standing between mentally ill teens and becoming disney adults, if only because the shame you feel after your parents catch you going through the sans x reader tag knocks you out of it at, like, age 13 rather than 33.

[wildpeachfarm]

When I was into gravity falls (I think like early high school) I had the FATTEST crush on bill cypher. So yes I definitely read oc fics that were cypher x reader. I was that kid

LOLLL I feel like you were probably amongst a big majority I think he was considered one of the OG tumblr sexymen at one point

[myneckmybackmyanxietyattack]

Partners, Phantom (NWTB) x Bill Cypher-esque! Reader

I made a fic!!!! First reader-insert, feedback is much appreciated. I made this in a one hour moment of inspiration at 10:30. It has been proofread, but probably not very well. This is based off a Thought I had, so, enjoy!

TW: mentions of murder + a vague description of a dead body. Don’t read if this could trigger you!

Summary: A soul-stealer meets a daemon murderer. What could go wrong?

WC: 1,108

Key: (Y/N): your name. (E/C): eye colour. (E/H/N): eldritch horror name.

Something was wrong. Phantom sat in his office, staring at the empty chair across from him. He hadn’t had a deal in, what, a week now? It was unheard of for him. The bar had its usual customers, sure, but he had no people preforming when they were there. It was bad for business. 

The lack of souls was starting to drain him. You can only use so much power with limited resources after all. Phantom was a business man first and foremost, so why he couldn’t get contracts anymore was beyond him. Worse, crime rate was increasing in his city. Mainly murder charges, which was even weirder. Phantom sighed, and stood up from his desk. The show must go on after all.

Somewhere… else. 

‘I’ stood up, wiping off ‘my’ face with a handkerchief. Well, not really me, just the poor sod’s body I happened to be inhabiting for the time being. Mortals. They never learn, do they? I chuckled to myself, admiring my handiwork. 

“Beautiful, isn’t it? I haven’t done a good old fashioned axe-murder in such a long time.” The man in the corner sobbed, his translucent body unable to touch his wife. “Aw, don’t be like that,” I teased. “You made the deal after all. You let me in.”

“You didn’t say you’d HURT anyone! I wouldn’t have even interacted with you had I’d known, you psychopath!” my host’s spirit screamed, tears still rolling down his face.

A laugh escaped my lips. “I told you there would be a price to pay for the work I do. Helping you get away with stealing the money your customers people trust you with?” I tsked. “That is quite a hefty fee.” Before he could respond, sirens started blaring, quickly approaching our building. “Ahhhh, I guess the Mrs. was a little too loud. What a shame. Well, have fun dealing with the popo.” 

“You can’t just leave! I didn’t do this! You did!”

“Oh but darling, I’m leaving right now. Nice doing business with ya.” I slipped out of his body, watching him stumble as he came back into control. This was the best part. 

Third Person POV

The police stormed into the room, guns at the ready. “Put the axe down!” The man just stared at the dead body, reportedly his wife’s. “I said, PUT THE AXE DOWN! HANDS BEHIND YOUR HEAD ON YOUR KNEES!” The criminal complied silently, no emotion on his face. 

A different officer stepped forward as the murderer was handcuffed. “You are being charged with murder of the first degree. Anything to say for yourself, Mr. Brody?” Chase Brody did not reply. As the officer listed his rights, Chase was practically dragged out of the room. And for just a second, behind all the noise, a faint laugh echoed across the building.

Back to Phantom

“I figured it out!”

Natemare jumped as his brother slammed his hands on his desk. “What, why you’re such a buzzkill? Took you long enough.” 

Phantom rolled his eyes. “No, you idiot. The lack of contracts! The murder rates! It’s all connected!” 

“Good for you? I thought you were just past your prime.” Natemare shrugged, ignoring the deadly glare Phantom sent his way. 

“I think someone summoned a daemon.”

Mare choked on his martini.  (A/N: yes I headcanon that Mare drinks martinis. Shut up.) “What! Your wrong. No one would be stupid enough to summon a daemon Phan.” Phantom opened his mouth to speak, but Natemare cut him off. “This isn’t like one of your contracts! That’s just mortals not reading the fine print like the stupid little apes they are. Daemons take ages of preparation to summon, along with a very complex ritual that would fry most human brains. Nobody, not even a mortal, would summon one.”

Phantom groaned softly, running his hands through his hair. “You got a better idea? I don’t know who summoned one, I just know that it is the only sensible explanation for this.”

“And if it is a daemon? What then?

“I confront it. Don’t give me that look! This thing, whatever it may be, is bad for the bar. My number one priority is to get rid of it as soon as possible. Now leave.” Mare mumbled something under his breath and walked out. Suddenly, the room became warm. Almost unbearably warm. Phantom looked around, eye narrowed. A giggle slipped right by his ear.

“So close Phan! I’m so proud of you for figuring that out. Just missing one piece though.” A figure stepped out of the shadows. (E/C) eyes gleamed mischievously, a crooked grin on its face. “I wasn’t summoned.”

(Y/N) POV

I stared at the soul—stealer in front of me. Easy on the eyes, I thought to myself as he stared, jaw dropped in shock. “Close your mouth darling, we wouldn’t want any flies in there now would we?” 

“Wh- who are you?” He stuttered. 

“Names (E/H/N), just call me (Y/N). I do apologize for stealing customers, I wasn’t aware of your little establishment here.” A sickly-sweet grin covered my face as he nodded softly to himself.

“Pleasure to meet you (Y/N). May I ask how you arrived on this Plane if not by summoning? Assuming you are a daemon of course.” 

“I am! In truth, I simply walked in. The Mortal Plane is so interesting, I just had to check it out. No guards as well, which is odd. Not that I’m complaining.”

Phan stood, crossing the room. I tilted my head as got closer, looking him over with a smirk. In truth, I had started to follow his work when I learned about it. I had gained a small crush on the man, but he didn’t need to know that. Satan knows that soul-stealers had a big enough ego as it is. “I have a proposal,” he finally said after several moments of silence. 

I raised my eyebrows. “Oh really? And what would this proposal be?”

Phan smiled softly. “Business partners. I get souls through contracts, you take out those who stand in my way. We split the pay in the end.” 

“Sounds wonderful. Where do I sign?” He guided me over to his desk, waving his hand vaguely. As I sat down, the contract appeared, along with a pen. I read carefully, then signed. Phantom signed without even looking it over, and words cannot describe how much I hated him for it. As the paper disappeared, I looked Phan in the eyes, and stuck out my hand. “Looking forward to working with you partner.”

He grinned and took my hand, shaking it. “Likewise, partner.” 

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bill cipher dorito :3 -yippee anon

This has been done so many times before but oh my god i had to

ALSO HIIII YIPPEE ANON 👋👋

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AAAAAAAAAAA /POS

maybe Bill Cipher x !Nine tailed fox!child! Reader? (!!!!PLATONIC!!!)

Like Bill finds The reader injuried and he helps them and gives them candy and sugar and he has to deal with them being hyper 😂

👁️ When he first finds you he's very confused.

👁️Until he sees your tail.

👁️Comes up to you to see what happened.

👁️You had a bullet hole in one of your ears.

👁️Offers to take care of you, doesn't even try to make a deal.

👁️When he fixes your ear the hole won't completely close.

👁️So he gave you the nickname Fox Hole.

👁️Gives you a sucker the size of your head and decides to let you stay with him for a while.

👁️However he shouldn't have given you that big of a sucker.

👁️You were bouncing off the walls.

👁️ Literally.

👁️Has decided your his kid now and you eventually start calling him Papa.

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The Remains of Today

(Dipper x reader fluff // Trigger warnings: two swear words, the ending- oh and possible spoilers for the book: War of the Worlds by H.G.Well) Foreword: Some people requested for more Dipper x reader - hope you like it!

"Hey, what are you reading?" your voice filtered through the silence, breaking Dipper out of his bubble. He glanced up from the book in his hands, watching you lean against the doorframe of the Attic bedroom, the late afternoon sun causing the stained-glass window to throw an array of magnificent colours across the room. He shifted, glancing at the cover and reading the words that were imprinted on it.

"The War of The Worlds... by H.G. Wells."

A grin blossomed across your face, lighting up your features like a spring bud blooming into a flower, recognition and excitement shining within your eyes. Of course, he remembered you raving about it a mere two weeks ago when you had finally come to the end of this well-known classic. A small smile of his own entwining itself into Dipper's lips as he watched you try to contain your enthusiasm, working out how to phrase yourself in a way that was understandable and not just a cascading ramble of passion.

Just like him, you were a book fanatic- and that was a part of the reason you two got along so well. There were times where you and Dipper had spent more than 6 hours engrossed in conversations about literature… Plotting theories, discussing characters, overanalysing and comparing writing styles... talking to you was probably his favourite part of the summer, although he was too shy to admit it.

"That book was fantastic. Way ahead of its time... may I join you?"

Dipper nodded and you walked across the room, your skin illuminating in the tainted light as you took a moment to glance out the window before you settled down on his bed.

"Where are you at?"

"He just arrived back in London after parting with the artillery man. Near the end."

"Ah... you’re coming up to the best part," Your voice hitched slightly in your throat. A single butterfly fluttered in Dipper's chest as he felt the warmth of your thigh brush against his skin, the mattress bending under your weight, moulding itself to accommodate you into his world. He couldn't help but stare at you... how beautiful you looked... the way the shadows danced across your face... "Can you read it to me?" Your voice chimed like a million church bells, echoing through the room, fragmenting the stillness of the atmosphere. For a moment, Dipper was stunned by the request. It had been unexpected. But willingly, he shifted to allow you more space on the narrow bed, as you lay down next to him.

When your body collided with the duvet, his scent descended around you, a comforting presence of oak and sandalwood tinted with a light hint of vanilla. He started to read, his voice a low hum that resonated through him. The vivid imagery of post-apocalyptic Victorian London flashing through your mind, familiar and almost nostalgic. It was more interesting that you remembered... but that could have been because he was the one reading it.

Your hand traced circular patterns against the fabric of his orange t-shirt, tickling his stomach, involuntary curling the edge of his lips. The sudden smile twisting his words as he tried to repress laughter. He stopped abruptly.

"Do you want me to read or not?"

A soft giggled fell from your lips at his annoyance and without warning, you pulled yourself into his torso, letting your head settle onto his chest. Dipper blushed, his heart racing on the non-existent wind. He took a deep breath, relinquishing in the heat of your touch- but also recollecting his thoughts which had flown out into a million different directions.

His voice fell back into its gentle pace which reverberated with the rhythm of his heart beat. Tenderly, you snuggled into his T-shirt, letting the light comfort of this moment, of this place, of this being settle over your mind.

Against your will, you felt the charm of sleep begin to clasp onto your consciousness. Eye lids heavy, fluttering slowly shut. Your breath syncing with the pulse of the boy underneath you. Dipper’s voice fading out until it was nothing but a faint murmur in the depths of your awareness. Peacefully, you let yourself fall into the pure light of sleep…

-

“That I have counted her, and that she has counted me, among the dead…” Dipper trailed off, eyeing the painful blankness left of the page. He placed the book down and rubbed his eyes with the flesh of his palm, the mastery of H.G. Wells still running through his head. The vivid imagery, the suspense, the subtle foreshadowing… everything twisting together to create a brilliant classic. “Holy shit.”

“You were right (y/n),” He chuckled, not noticing that you had fallen asleep. The laughter dying in his chest when you didn’t respond. He frowned a little, shaking you softly.

“(Y/n)?”

You stirred slightly, a miniscule mutter rumbled from your larynx- before you rolled on top of him. Trapping him under you. Pinning him to the mattress. He sighed- resigning to the fact that he was going to wait until you woke up.

Lying very still, trying not to disturb you, he observed you sleep peacefully- breath trapping in his chest as your beauty, once again, took his breath away. You were so tranquil… so crystalline…

He was so lucky to have you.

Hesitantly, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into the core of him- into the very essence of his being and gently kissed the top of your head. He was never going to let you go, never going to hurt you- and he knew he was playing with a dangerous entity. You were beautiful and intelligent- a risky concoction that could dazzle anyone. He had tried- He had really tried not to fall for you, to keep his distance, to be wary, to maintain his composure. But the thumping of his heart, the rushing of his blood to undesired places, the dilating of his pupil whenever you were around told the truth. You had him wrapped around you fingers and there was nothing he could do…

(But what he didn’t know was that you loved him)

Then, as much as he wanted to stay awake to make the most of this rare moment, he too fell into an unexpected siesta; subconscious slowly subsiding into oblivion.

-

“HEY DIP DIP!” Mabel screamed up the stairs, her feet pounding on the creaking planks. She came to a stop momentarily at the top of the steps- panting- resting her hands on her knees as she bent over herself. “I really need to work on my cardio!” she wheezed- Before popping straight back up and running down the hall. Halfway through her teenage years and she still hadn’t lost her childish energy.

“DIPPER- HAVE YOU SEEN (Y/N)? I CAN’T FIND- “

She froze, bedroom door flying open and banging against the wall, as her eyes focus on her brother’s bed.

“… them.”

Quietly, she creeped forward, holding her breath and peered over the two of you. Your leg draped around Dipper- his arms holding you so tightly it looked like he was suffocating you.

Her eyes glistened...

"It's so adorable!" She said in an intense whisper; her voice mimicking that of a kitten drowning in rainbows, glitter and awe. With a shit eating grin devouring her face, she pulled her instant camera out of her pocket and snapped a photo of you two- the film rolling out the Polaroid.

"Scrapbook opportunity!" She said giddily to herself- determined not to lose such a precious moment as this.  Flapping the photo gently, she silently backed out of the room, a small giggle getting the better of her before she closed the door. Shutting you, and Dipper, back into your own world of dreams. 

-

And as they slumbered- the day drawing to a close- the dimming sun pulled the shadows along the room, contorting them into cold hues of deep blue which contradicted the warmth of the summer day. This gloom enclosing around them. Enveloping them in the coolness of the fresh night. But, as the last of the sunrays filtered through the triangle window located on the other side of the room- an image illuminated within the impending darkness.

On the wall, glowing yellow, was a single triangle… and within it an unfaltering eye. Radiating an uncomfortable shade of chilling blue, that stared out towards them. Watching… waiting… laughing… this sinister image was now just a reminder of the horror that had taken place more than four years ago… But maybe- just maybe- it was a warning.

(Its cold gaze fixated on the couple in the corner- making one of them unknowingly squirm- for a moment it looked like it- blinked…)

A warning that the serenity was coming to an end…

 “We’ll meet again… don’t know where… don’t know when…”

 HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAA

Written by Bill Cyphe- I mean M.S.T