The Angel's Gloves :|: Bill Cipher x Reader

Chapter 13

"Pacifica, they don't need makeup, they're beautiful the way they are!" Mabel tried to convince her.

Mabel and Pacifica has just finished getting ready, and were starting on your hair and makeup.

"Mabel, honey, everyone needs a bit of glam every once in a while."

"THIS BALL IS FULL OF GLAM!"

"Oh fine."

Now it's time for your hair. They really didn't do much, they just made it a little fancier than usual.

"So (Y/N)," Pacifica asked. "Anyone special you hoping to see at the ball?"

"I-uh...no."

Yes.

"Oh come on! There's got to be someone!" Mabel cried.

"Well..." You started.

Then Wendy walked in. She had a long, sparkling green dress that fit her body perfectly, with her long red hair tied up. If you were being honest, any person would swoon as she walked into the room.

"Woah, Wendy you look-"

"I hate it." She interrupted.

"What! Why?" Mabel asked.

"It's just...I don't know. I guess I just don't feel like myself." She sighed.

You stared at her, mildly frustrated.

She looks fucking gorgeous!

Why does she hate it?

Somethings obviously bothering her.

Did someone say something to her?

"Ok, listen up here Wendy," You commanded. "You look beautiful, and any person would fall in love on sight. So whatever's bothering you, push it aside, because we are going to a fucking ball, and we are going to look fabulous the ENTIRE. FUCKING. TIME. GOT IT?!" You stared at her.

She stared back with newfound confidence (and a fear from your outburst).

"Got it, (Y/N)." She smiled.

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You had arrived at the ball in one of Pacifica's old family limos, which was definitely not "old", despite what Pacifica was saying. You all had been crammed in the back, while her parents took up lots of the front space.

Mabel had been the first one to get out after Pacifica's parents. She had a feathery pink gown on, with a matching bag. Pacifica climbed out next with Mabel helping her (Although, you suspected Pacifica didn't need any help). You and Wendy got out next, then you all walked through the gates of the infamous Northwest Mansion.

The inside was absolutely stunning. With its shiny floors and log cabin feel, it was the perfect place for a Gravity Falls style ball.

"I've missed this place." You heard Pacifica say.

There were hundreds of people already there, ranging from high social status, to incredibly low. You spotted the rest of the Pines family over by the chocolate and cheese fountains.

"Hey guys." You said as you approached them.

"Hey (Y/N)." Dipper greeted you.

You felt a light tap on your shoulder, so you turned around and saw that smirk that used to annoy you, but right now, you almost swooned.

"Hey Bill." You smiled.

"(Y/N), you look gorgeous, as always." He stared his deep gold eyes into yours.

"You're quite the charmer, aren't you?" You felt heat rise up to your cheeks.

"You could say that." He said, bringing your gloves hand up to his lips. "Would you like to dance?"

You nodded (and desperately tried to hide the blush that was undoubtedly rising to your cheeks) as he lead you on to the dance floor. You instantly recognized the song that the musicians were playing.

The song was a bit fast, but you sill found yourself spinning and swaying to the music. You giggled as he twirled you around a few times. You closed your eyes, feeling the music in your soul.

It was a beautiful song that your mother had played to you when you were younger. That brought up memories, you didn't really want right now, but you were entranced to care. You felt like you two were the only ones dancing. Two hearts beating together.

The song was so deep and beautiful, it almost made you sad when it ended. You looked up at Bill, and suddenly felt a few tears trickling down your cheeks. It wasn't full on crying, but it was enough for Bill to look at you with concern and pull you aside.

"Hey, you ok doll?" He asked, as he lead you up the stairs.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine."

He pulled you onto the nearest balcony and he wiped your tears.

"You don't have to talk about it, I won't force you."

"No no, it's ok." You took a deep sigh and continued. "My mother used to play that song to me on the piano when I was a child. And I guess it just brought back some memories." You sighed.

"Why is that a sad thing?" He asked you, already guessing the answer.

"My mother died when I was thirteen."

"Oh, I'm so sorry." He gently squeezed your hand.

"It's fine. She died a while ago anyway." You tried to smile at him, but it faltered. He sighed, and started staring at the stars.

"Doll, the smile doesn't fool me, you're broken inside. Stop pushing me away and let me fix it." He looked at you with those golden irises, now filled with compassion.

You sighed. "I want to let you in, I really do. But the last time I did, someone got hurt." You couldn't meet his gaze.

"(Y/N), I promise that there is nothing you could ever do to hurt me." He lifted your face so you were staring at him.

"You don't know that." You backed away.

"But I do trust that you would never do anything on purpose." He stepped closer to you. "Please (Y/N), I-"

"Bill, I really want someone to fix me, but you can't. Nobody can. I'm just broken parts. I'm a mirror just waiting to shatter, to cut everyone with the shards."

You tried to walk away, but he grabbed your wrist, and pulled you closer to him, so you were now inches from his face.

"Bill-"

"(Y/N), please." He was begging you. "Just-"

"Bill, my own mother died because of me, and my father beat me and kicked me to the streets. I don't think you want to fix this." You pulled away from him gestured to your body. You started to walk away and felt something slip off your hand, but you didn't care.

You got about halfway down the stairs when you realized:

Bill was holding one of your gloves.

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