Deal (Bill Cipher x Reader)

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Sorry I haven't written in a while. My phone has been acting strange lately and won't publish the chapters...I'm hoping this one will work! Enjoy :)
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When you got home you carefully led Bill to the couch where he sat, barely able to actually sit up straight. "Lay down if you need to," you said and immediately he did. You smiled a bit and grabbed the first aid kit from the kitchen. You sat in front of his legs on the couch and began to examine his arms, where most of the scrapes were.

"Okay this might hurt a little," you warned, "can you take off your jacket?" You watched as Bill slowly pulled his arms out of each of the yellow sleeves. He was wearing a black t-shirt underneath thankfully. You held his right arm and began to wrap gauze bandage around it. He winced at the touch, but didn't say anything. The silence got awkward after a while and you finally broke it. "So why did you get hurt? Aren't you supposed to be super powerful?"

"Not in human form, y/n," Bill sighed and closed his eyes. "Until I have enough strength to transform back, I can't heal myself."

You nodded and continued to wrap his wounds. You had to admit Bill Cipher staying at your place wasn't that bad. Wait, what? No no no, you thought to yourself, beginning to bandage his other arm, you do NOT have feelings for this guy. He may be funny and charming and really, really handsome...you are NOT falling in love with a fucking TRIANGLE. You finished with the gauze and unsnapped the case for the first aid kit. Although he isn't a triangle now, you couldn't help but remind yourself. You snuck a glance at Bill, who to your surprise was fast asleep.

You tried not to laugh as you saw Bill sleeping with his mouth open, slight drool coming out of the corner of it. You took a blanket from the ottoman and draped it around his shoulders. "Goodnight Bill," you whispered, and you just couldn't help but kiss his forehead once before turning out the light and going into your own bedroom to go to sleep. The moment you left the room a smile crept across Bill's face.

He wasn't asleep.