Someone asked me when I'll be updating...I update usually either every night or every other night, it depends on how busy I am. Hope that answers your question....
Please enjoy this chapter. It's a little short but I'm trying not to rush into the smut and let you and Bill's relationship grow and get serious over time, like all relationships should :)
Hope you like it!
(By the way f/d stands for favourite drink.)
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You woke up later than usual, which was pretty bad considering you had work today. You hurriedly got dressed and ready for the day, running into the kitchen to salvage maybe more or less a bowl of cereal, depending on the choices you had. Grocery shopping was not a favourite of yours so you always tended to put it off until you had absolutely no food to eat. Hopefully there would be at least something edible for you this morning.

You smelled something delicious coming from the kitchen and as you entered you stopped dead in your tracks. The table was set for you with a plate of toast and a glass of f/d. The kitchen was really clean, which had been a rarity since Bill had started staying with you. Speaking of Bill, he was sitting at the table, smiling at you proudly. "This is for me?" You asked, honestly grateful and a bit surprised he was able to cook something without burning the whole apartment building down. Bill nodded and guestured for you to sit. You did and started eating in a hurry, quickly remembering that you were running late. "Sorry I can't talk much," you apologized, "I'm already late for work."

"No problem," Bill side-smiled at you and you blushed a bright pink colour. "Oh," you exclaimed, "did you give me that dream last night? It was amazing!" You had had a dream about one of your favourite places, at night, with dozens of massive fireworks in the sky. It had been the second best dream you had ever had, next to the one with the beach that he had given you a day or so ago. Bill nodded and grinned. You smiled back and put away your plates, finishing your f/d and slipping on your Converse. "I have to go! See you later," you called as you headed out the door.

At work you couldn't stop thinking about Bill. You were definetely still angry at him, how couldn't you be? He literally took over Dipper's body. And tried to kill him! Or at least seriously injure him. Then again, it was only out of jealousy. Which was kind of flattering. You reached up and played with the citrine stone inbetween your fingers. Another mystery. Who was after the stone? You were almost positive it was Robbie, but he sounded so annoyed and normal when questioned about it. He told them it wasn't him, and he said it was Bill who wanted it. Or as Robbie had put it, "your freaky triangle boyfriend." That offended you, he wasn't a triangle. Well, not now. It seemed kind of weird when you thought about it. If Bill was as he said a being of pure energy, did that mean he could choose to be in any form he wanted? He just chose to be a triangle for some reason?

"Hey, y/n," you heard Stan's voice interrupting your thoughts, "you can go home, I'm closing shop early today." You didn't even ask why, just thanked him and rushed out. You wanted to see Bill back at home. Through your anger and frustration, you still liked him. A lot.

When you got inside you found the kitchen transformed yet again with dinner of macaroni and cheese in a salad mixing bowl with a wine glass of water next to it. You giggled at the strange combination of tableware but didn't question it as Bill waved to you. "I made you dinner too," he announced, "and no, I didn't set fire to the apartment." He winked at you, knowing that was exactly what you were thinking. You thanked him and the two of you had dinner together. It wasn't really a date...not that your heart wasn't beating a billion times a second! "Listen, Bill," you began, clearing your throat a little, "I'm not mad anymore. Well, I am, kind of. More upset than angry. But kind of flattered to be honest. I want you to know that if you ever want even the slightest chance of getting me back you have to do it the right way, taking me out on dates, not possessing others, stuff like that. And you have to promise me you'll never take anyone's body again," you continued, watching Bill nod occasionally to every sentence you said. "I promise," he said quietly, winking, and you got up to do the dishes, kissing his cheek on the way over to the counters. As soon as your lips left his skin he boted up and snatched the bowls from your hands. "No! I'll start this thing now. First, I'll wash the dishes for you," he announced and turned on the water after about fifteen tries. You laughed and said quickly, "don't make a mess," before leaving to go watch TV for a few minutes before going to bed, preparing for the Saturday ahead.

While you were sleeping, Bill had just finished doing the dishes and was wiping his hands when he felt something tugging at his chest. Somebody was summoning him?! He quickly disappeared and traveled to the location of his summoner. He was hardly surprised when he saw a young man in a black hood. "Bill Cipher," the guy said and Bill raised an eyebrow. "Bill," he continued, adjusting the hood covering his eyes, "you know who has the citrine stone?" Bill nodded in reply and the shadowy man outstretched a pale hand, "I want to make a deal."