Hope for the Future (Dipper x Reader x Bill)

A White Wedding

"Ya know toots, you don't look too happy with me," the finely dressed man stroked his chin. "In fact, I feel like I'm sensing some hostility from you."

You gritted your teeth, using all your will power not to smack him in the face. "Why you," pompous, sadistic, asshole. "Wonderfully beautiful and talented man." Once again, your own mouth betrayed you and you were praising the enemy.

He stood from the bed, dusting off his coat and then removing the gloves. "That's what I like to here," a cocky grin spread on Bill's face as he looked you over. "Not to pat myself on the back, but I do believe this is my best deal yet. Besides of course possessing Pine-tree's body. Now that was a stroke of genius!"

Your eyes followed him as he circled you, but you remained still, keeping your expression neutral to the entire situation. An idea popped into your head and you casually stuck your hand in your pocket. The video feature was easy enough to find as it was only one thing away from the photo, so blindly you tried to hit the record button, praying that it would work as you wished. "So Bill."

The very fluorescent man had been distracted with the different items around the room. He was floating around on his stomach, poking and prodding at things when you had spoken. "Mm," he simply hummed a response and went back to acting like a child.

"You never did specify the rules of the deal with me."

Bill rolled around so that he was now floating on his back and gave you a bit of a look. After a brief eye roll he sat up, now floating as if he was in a chair. "What harm could it do? It's not like you can tell them," he snickered at his own joke. "Hmmmm let us see. Rule one, a rule that basically encompasses the entire deal. No one will know anything I don't want them to know through means of you," he pointed at you, his fingers shaped like a gun and pretended to shoot. "Rule two... now that I think about it most of these aren't really rules. They're kinda just the details of the deal," a shrug," oh well! Rule two, every opposite thing coming out of your mouth? That's all me baby."

"You mean all the compliments? That's you making up accurate praises?" You quickly shot him another glare cursing him in your mind.

"All me toots. Who else would have the proper vocabulary to express the perfection that is me?"

You scoffed, hands on your hip. "So the Pines's will know nothing that you don't know?"

"By means of you," he tacked on. "So that little recording you have going in your pocket? That's not really going to work."

Blinking a few times, you pulled out your phone and looked at it. The screen was filled with static when suddenly a mini human Bill popped up. The mini figure winked at you then wagged his finger. "You really go above and beyond huh?" You questioned sarcastically.

When you looked back up at Bill, he was pretending to backstroke through the air, his eyes shut as he listened to you. "Kinda part of my brand toots. Despite what it seems like, I never half-ass things. To continue, your thoughts about me are basically caged in your head facing a life sentence for defying my laws. There is little to no way for them to escape! Doesn't that sound genius."

You took a seat on Dipper's bed, trying to process the facts. "So you've basically cursed me."

Bill floated to the ground and shrugged. Suddenly Cinderella's dress appeared on him, "A mundane way of putting it, but yes. You're a Disney princess who was cursed by a mean ol' sorcerer except you don't have any of the perks... like a prince... or! Any fancy dresses." In a dramatic show he tore away Cinderella's dress, multiple other character's outfits flashing before landing on Jasmine's outfit. "That's not what I wanted," finally he tore away the last dress revealing his normal outfit.

You eyed him carefully. This guy was definitely insane, though it didn't seem like a terrible thing to be. At least when he was portraying it so well. "There's no way to undo it?"

"Nothing that I'd tell you about. Though perhaps later on in this story if you'd like to strike a new deal, I'd consider marking this one as null and void."

"Bill," you said calmly. "That entire thing sounded too ominous for my liking."

"You'll find that to be true about most things leaving my luscious lips."

"I," hate,  "love you." Fuck.

"Why (Y/N), why didn't you say so sooner? I would've prepared something." He snapped his fingers and you both appeared in wedding attire, white flowers showering the room.

Eyes traveling too and fro, you glanced down at the dress and skittered backwards. You didn't know if your sanity could take much more of these illusions he was conjuring up. Suddenly the door knob to the attic rattled.

An amused glint appeared in Bill's eyes and he grabbed ahold of you, dipping you backwards. He then planted a kiss on the corner of your mouth, making it look to anyone entering as if it were right on the lips.

Bill lifted you back up, pressing one more kiss to your forehead to seal the deal. His lips brushed past your ear "I've decided to be stricter on the rules of the deal. Can't have the game ending too quickly," he whispered.

Your mind was hazy as the demon pulled away. His white tux shifted back to yellow and a top hat appeared in his hands. He placed it on his head, sending a final wink your way then disappearing. The wedding dress and decorations disappeared in a plume of smoke and you took a deep breath. You straightened out your own outfit and turned to the door of the attic, readying yourself to find the twins.

Though, you wouldn't have to look far. Dipper and Mabel Pines looked as if they had seen a ghost, and with all the white you had been wearing, they might as well had. Their eyes were wide, betrayal and fear mixing within them, and in Dipper's you could sense a pang of sadness and disappointment. He opened his mouth, the word exiting were shaky and unsure

"(Y/N)?"