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[julihlaufey]

Your Nighttime Routine with William Afton

✮ English is not my first language.

Art: Leskinhas ↓

✮ Before you, William slept little and badly. His bed was made, with no signs of real use. Now, your presence messes everything up: Blankets out of place, your scent on the pillow, your soft breathing next to him. It's like a nest and now William understands why people are late for work because they don't want to get out of bed.

✮ He never says it out loud, but he loves when you sleep in one of his baggy t-shirts. You can tell it because he always watches you for a moment before turning off the light, with a half-smile on his face. To him, this is more exciting than any lingerie or babydoll.

✮ When he is calmer, or more vulnerable, you have conversations in the dark, lying side by side, looking at the ceiling or at each other. He talks about things from his past, vaguely, but it is as open as he can be. You, with your patience, do not pressure. And this makes him trust you more.

✮ He's the methodical type: he always takes a shower before bed, checks locks, sets alarms. But over time, he starts to include you in this. He brushes his teeth next to you, asks if you want tea, holds the bathroom door open just so you can laugh at his seriousness. You mess up his routine, but in a good way. He won't admit it, but he's been sleeping better since you arrived.

✮ When he wakes up in the middle of the night, he always checks to see if you're there. And he goes back to sleep only after feeling your skin, your hair, your breath. You're the reminder that maybe there's still something good in him.

✮ William has a habit of staying awake while you fall asleep. Not because he has insomnia (he has), but because watching you in this state of silent peace is an addiction. Sometimes he whispers things that you don't hear consciously, but that stay engraved in you like a warm dream: "So beautiful... And mine."

✮ His hand is always on you. On your thigh, waist, bare back, it doesn't matter the position. When you turn your back, he fits his body against yours, completely glued, as if his skin needed yours to breathe properly.

✮ When he's more provocative, he likes to play with your senses before you go to sleep. He'll brush his lips against the curve of your neck, speak in a husky voice, leave slow kisses at the base of your spine just to make you shiver. And he enjoys it. "Can you feel that? Your body speaks louder than your mouth, love."

✮ He's already woken up in the middle of the night, pulling you close to him tightly, his eyes half glazed over, as if he were running away from a nightmare. You whispered, "I'm here". And he just closed his eyes and murmured, "Stay. Please." The next day, you don't talk about it.

[julihlaufey]

Pov: You and William Afton are in a relationship

✮ Just a list of headcanons of how I think William would act in a relationship. - English is not my first language.

Note: SFW and NSFW are separate.

S/n is described as she/her.

✮ From the first moment you met, William looked at you in a way that mixed curiosity and distrust. He never had any friends at his current job and you were new to the area. Something about your presence bothered him… In a good way.

✮ William always acted as if nothing could touch him, but with you, he lets his guard down. When you're together, he's a completely different man.

✮ At first, you kept your relationship hidden, because William thought it was better. But after a year, he was so keen that people know you were his that you went to company parties together.

✮ He doesn't know how to show affection at first. Until a year into a serious relationship, William couldn't put into words what he felt. His touches spoke volumes, but what always showed his love for you were his gifts. William even built a little music box just for you, which plays a soft melody whenever you feel anxious.

✮ He acts like he's responsible for "protecting you from him", but he ends up getting more and more involved. You're the spark he never expected to ignite again.

✮ He (secretly) finds it funny when you mention memes, social media, or slang that he pretends not to understand.

✮ You once put a sticker on his laptop "to break the ice" on a day when he was feeling irritated. He didn't take it off. He never said anything about it, but sometimes he looks at it with a tired smile.

✮ He hates it when other employees around your age try to flirt with you. He doesn't show it, but he becomes visibly more dry and sarcastic afterwards.

✮ One time you went out drinking with your friends, he sent you a single text: "Come back safe. I don't trust them." It's annoying how William hates everyone and everything, but when he warns you about someone, he's always right.

✮ He's not one for grand gestures. But he'll hold your hand under the table, guide you with his hand on your back when you walk, and watch you when he thinks you're not looking.

✮✮ NSFW ✮✮

✮ William always tries to maintain control of the situation. But there are times when you undo him, like when you pull him by his tie, or when you whisper something in his ear out of nowhere. This always ends with you riding him on top, looking at his red face while his mouth is half open trying not to moan in a very submissive way. He always tries and always fails. These moments are VERY rare. But he pretends they NEVER happen.

✮ You're younger than him, and that's obvious. But sometimes William loves to treat you like a little doll he has to "mold". Sometimes, after you've taken his load, lying on the table with his cum dripping between your thighs and your panties around your ankles, he pulls out of you saying something like, "This is how it's done, you understand, little one?"

✮ William is at war with his own body when he’s with you. Every laugh you make, every loose piece of clothing, every casual touch is a trigger he struggles to ignore… But he can’t. He watches you like a predator who knows he’ll eventually give in. Sometimes he hooks his fingers on the edge of the table just to keep from pulling you in on impulse.

✮ Despite hating intimacy in public, he loves to slap your ass. He'll squeeze it in the elevator, walk by your desk and slap you. If no one is around, the noise will be loud. Even in bed, he loves the sound of his palm against you, as much as he loves the sound of his balls slapping against your ass.

✮ After simply destroying you, he holds your face afterwards as if to say “Are you still alive?”, followed by a slow kiss on your forehead that contrasts with everything that came before.

[julihlaufey]

A Warm Night Before Winter

You were on your last night before the Hunger Games. The next day, at this same time, you would be fighting for your life in an arena.

Your plan couldn't go wrong: Kill anyone who gets in your way to live as normal a life as possible after those days of terror. The only problem in your equation was that you didn't expect to get involved with your mentor.

✧ I feel like Haymitch is finally getting some of the attention he deserves, so I dug up this writing I did in a random college class.

✧ English is not my first language, but I hope that doesn't hinder your reading. I'm open to constructive criticism!

✧ The reader has no gender, but has signs of a "female" body in just one part of the text. The reader is between 20-25 years old, but that isn't so relevant.

✧ NSFW mentions.

Unfortunately I lost the @ of the person who made the divider, if anyone or the artist himself knows, please comment!

That was another cold night. The trees moved and struggled frantically against each other in the freezing weather. Winter had always been much harsher there, and the snow had always fallen harder in district 12. But you weren't in the twelve.

The blankets or prototype blankets you had at home were no match for the fabrics you were covered in now. The pillows were bigger and his head sank into those white clouds.

In twenty years, you have never seen such comfort in your life. And not all that lack of life.

Those gray walls and colorful carpets were like sad clowns in flashy clothes, announcing the date of a funeral for the loved ones left behind. Your funeral.

Your lack of clothing was something that in your district would bother you on such a cold day. And even though you weren't used to sleeping naked, but the feeling becomes the most pleasant when you go to the reason by your side.

A blond reason, with a dad bod, eyes closed like an angel and who made your night the best of your life.

Taking a deep breath, your sleepless mind sought comfort in recent memories. The way calloused hands cared for your body and made your heart beat faster. The mouth wandering through your folds where no one has ever dared. The warmth he made you feel, making you feel alive for a night before the arena.

The arena. The place where you would fight to survive, since you would rather die on that grass than become a puppet of the body and a prisoner of the soul.

As your brain began to race with the horrific possibilities that awaited you, your mentor drowsily threw the weight of his arm across your body, pressing himself against you.

And suddenly, as you felt skin to skin again, your focus returned to the happy memories that would be your sunshine for the next few snowy days.

[julihlaufey]

Y/N and Bucky at the amusement park

⁠✪ English is not my first language, but I hope that doesn't hinder your reading! I'm open to constructive criticism, enjoy your reading! ⁠♡

✪ Bucky is a very simple man: If you are happy, he is too. He made sure to be punctual and used that shampoo he knew you liked. When you were going to leave the room to call him, Bucky was already at your door.

✪ If there's one thing he can't stand, it's seeing you wanting to eat something. Bucky will buy you whatever you ask for, like or even look at. If it depends on him, at ten o'clock at night you will have hot dogs, sweet popcorn, cotton candy, candy apples and milkshakes in your stomach or everything you want.

✪ He likes the roller coaster, but you've noticed that the Ferris wheel is his favorite. Bucky remained quiet, looking at the view and mesmerized by the lights of the park, like a child who has never seen this before. At the end of the night, on that Ferris wheel, you noticed that maybe, he really had never seen it before. That was his inner child looking at those lights.

✪ This man got you every stuffed animal possible. You don't understand, all of them. Your favorite was a purple dolphin, while Bucky preferred the dinosaur with sunglasses and a Mexican hat.

✪ Playing against him, by the way, is useless. The times you won, you are sure he let you win.

✪ Although he won't admit it, cotton candy is his favorite sweet and he keeps a photo of that day on his phone cover. In his mind, the sweetness of cotton candy reminds him of you.

Divider art: @cafekitsune

[julihlaufey]

William Afton has body issues

✪ English is not my first language, I am open to constructive criticism and suggestions! I hope this doesn't hinder your reading experience. I didn't like so much, but I did it in the middle of a boring Creative Writing class at college on a Friday night, then just give it a chance.

⁠⊹ When you met him, what caught your attention the most was the fact that his coffee didn't have sugar. It's not that he didn't put a lot in. It was pure. Strong and pure.

⁠⊹ Sometimes you would go out to eat at lunchtime and although his food was always processed, it was never sweet.

⁠⊹ As your relationship progressed, you started going out to lunch with him and gradually introducing some sweets into his diet. At first, he would just take a little and then say he was full. But as the months went by, he seemed so into your conversation that he felt more relaxed.

⁠⊹ One day, you brought a chicken pot pie to work in the hopes that he would have something decent for lunch. But when you got there, you saw that there was a small sweetener next to the coffee. Little by little you were getting rid of his neurosis.

⁠⊹ The first time you two met, he didn't take his shirt off. And it was at that moment that you realized that he was eating better, and that he wasn't letting go of the trauma or fear inside him.

⁠⊹ Even though you wanted to see him and didn't care at all about his body, you waited. And one day when you were both lying down, you began to trace lines on his arms in caresses. You noticed that he shivered when your fingers lifted the sleeve of his shirt. And he shivered even more when you brushed against each scar.

⁠⊹ "They're my flaw." He joked in a depressed tone. "I think they make you much sexier." You weren't joking and you weren't lying. And he noticed. His expression changed to a mix of curiosity and amazement and it softened as you pressed yourself closer to his body.

⁠⊹ You don't know exactly when or how he got used to the idea of someone else seeing his body without fabric, but before he knew it, he was already taking his clothes off when they went to bed, after getting out of the shower no blouses and wore clothes that weren't as loose as the first time she saw him.

⁠⊹ His confidence grew as he realized you would never leave him. Didn't you leave him for Animatronics or ghosts? Understandable, you could just be another eccentric like him.But you don't leave him for your body, looking at your silhouette of a person under thirty? Damn, you're marriage material.

[julihlaufey]

William Afton discovered that you like to cook

I don't know, I can't focus on college classes without doing something, so this was born.

✮⋆˙The character has no gender, feel free to put yourself there! ⋆˙English is not my first language.

🌶️ The first time William welcomed you into his home, it was a rainy night. Rainy enough that no pizza place was delivering for safety reasons.

🍣 You arrived there after work. It was common for you to go out after work, something you started and William agreed to. After all, he did everything he could to please you. But that night, it was hard to park, hard not to get out of the car soaked. So, against his wishes, you went to his house.

🍒 You took a shower to warm up, at his insistence, and put on some clothes he gave you. Although they were loose for his dad bod, they were warm enough. You went to the kitchen and prepared something for them to eat while William warmed up.

🥦 Making something to eat was hard. Because for a guy who had lived alone for as long as he could remember, cooking was a triviality. A waste of time. Why cook when he could just grab something frozen and keep himself going all day, while gaining time to do more work?

🍕 When he came downstairs, the room was filled with the smell of homemade pizza. Will wondered if you had ordered something.

🍝 At that moment, it was as if something inside him lit up. You had won him over through his stomach. When was the last time he had eaten real food? Cooking wasn't what he did best with a knife, and cooking just for himself had no fun or purpose.

🍚 After that night, William became addicted to your cooking. You always (or almost always) had lunch together during your lunch break at work. And every day, it was a different dessert.

🧂You knew he had body issues, even if he never spoke about it directly. But the baggy clothes, lack of dessert, and excessive coffee gave it away.

🍰 But the day you brought him his first dessert, you had never seen him grab a sweet so quickly. Since that day, you were sure that his food was really good.

🌮 When Vanessa found out, she bugged her father all week, saying that he really needed a babysitter to eat properly. You swear you saw him blush that night.

[julihlaufey]

William Afton Discovers That The Reader Is Afraid Of Animatronics

✿ William first took you to the pizzeria to help him with a repair on his "work" clothes. And when you set foot in that building, his suspicions were correct.

ᐷ English is not my first language. Good reading, honey. ♡

₊‧ʚ・︵︵ ₊˚๑ … ᕱᕱ ꒱✦ ... ₊ ︵︵・₊﹆ɞ‧₊

🐰 Before he knew about your fear and you discovered his true identity, you were at lunch time. And he bought a pizza for both of you. The subject of the old pizzeria soon came up and you commented on the fear you felt of those stories and the claws of those... "animals".

Your near-phobia of those animals was slightly noticeable when you said that "I've never been a fan of anything that can hurt me", when "Steve" commented on having seen an Animatronic up close and finding it "fascinating".

🔪But when you had already managed to tear off William's "Steve Raglan" mask, there you were. Three forty in the morning, in an abandoned pizzeria. 😀

🐰 Vanessa hated his idea of taking you there. And she was right for all the wrong reasons. You'd rather William hunt you all night than spend two minutes near those robots.

🔪 As soon as you were alone with William and all those...Things, his eyes fell on you to see how you would react. And of course you started to tremble. Your hands were sweating, the cold crept in, and your feet felt stiff. William had been right ever since that lunch. You were afraid of them.

🐰 William's hands went to your shoulders. Normally you would melt at his touch, but that night, you jumped. He slid into your arms and held you tight. William needed to know if your fear extended to him.

🔪 "They attack?" Damn. You felt like an idiot, but the words came naturally from your mouth.

🐰 William did exactly what you thought he would do: He laughed. That bastard laughed in your ear. "No dear. Only if I order." And there, he discovered that your fear did not extend to him, because your small body immediately stopped trembling.

🔪 When he noticed your discomfort, William kept you on his lap while he did his work. You know it wasn't easy for him to fix that outfit with you taking up one of his legs, but he didn't complain.

🐰When you left, you stopped at a drive thru that was still open and he bought you something to eat. You insisted that he needed to eat too and William ended up getting a combo for each of you and an extra ice cream for you.

🔪 The next day, when you arrived at your desk, a yellow rabbit plush was waiting for you with its purple tie and big eyes. William didn't talk about it and neither did you. But ironically, with William, the Animatronics didn't seem so bad anymore.

[julihlaufey]

William Afton x Strawberry Reader Headcanons (SFW + NSFW) 🍰

It's three in the morning and I've been thinking since college about how William would act with his controversially younger girlfriend with a fixation and strawberry scent.

⁠・ The character uses feminine pronouns and has a biologically female body.

⁠・ This isn't my content and English isn't my first language, but I decided to give it a try! ⁠♡

🍓 When you walked into the office for your first day of work, the scent of your perfume reached him before you did. William looked up quickly to see where it was coming from. And from that day on, strawberry is his favorite smell.

🍰 Strawberry has become his trademark and William loves to spoil his girl with everything strawberry he can find. A cat in a plush strawberry suit in the plush machine? He'll try to catch it. A new printed dress? It's yours. A pair of red shoes that match the red outfit you wore on Tuesday? He already bought them.

🍓 Will is a simple guy. He memorizes everything that makes you happy and puts it into practice. If you ask him, he doesn't know anything about you. He never bothered to research. But the truth is that he has memorized every outfit you have. He knows your combinations, your favorite pieces. And he loves to fill you with gifts like strawberry pendant necklaces, earrings, bracelets. Everything. And everything matches. It's his personal hobby.

🍰 When he sees a strawberry dessert, William automatically buys it for you. He arrives at the office and silently places the package on your desk. Like the devil flees from the cross, Will sits in the chair and doesn't even look at your face. Only when you've stopped trying to thank him and make fun of the fact that he was cute, he looks at you over the top of his glasses, seeing how you enjoyed the sweet.

🍓 And following this line, their displays of affection include gifts. He loves buying you everything. One time, he got into a fight in line at a bakery because You've been sick and can't go to work for a mere three days. So Will thought it would be a great idea to bring you something to eat during your break as a "silent welcome back." A man in front of him tried to buy the candy before him and William looked at him so crookedly that the guy dreams of him to this day.

🍰 He always complains about everything. William is a professional complainer. He complains about the strawberry smell in his car, how over the top the decor is, how his clothes always follow an annoying pattern, "Even your keychain has a stupid strawberry?" but the truth is that he loves all of it. He loves everything that makes you you. And everything that made him never look at a strawberry the same way again.

🍓 He LOVES the smell of your hair. Your strawberry hair scent makes William go crazy. And whenever you're in bed, he'll snuggle up to you and fall asleep smelling your sweet scent.

🍰 He gave you a collection of bows. You don't quite understand what he sees in them, but ever since he met William, he's loved seeing you in bows.

(NSFW) 🔞

🍰 Ever since he discovered that her intimate scent is strawberry, he's been crazy. Afton already loved the idea of being able to delight himself and eat her pussy as if it were his last meal on earth. He'd always daydreamed about it at work and you'd always felt him eating you with his eyes while the paperwork on his desk waited. But after he caught his first whiff of it, this guy became the biggest strawberry fan in the world.

🍓 He buys you lots of themed lingerie. Red, black, even green in your favorite shade. He secretly thinks it's cute how obsessed you are with the fruit and wants to bring that personality of yours to bed. He bought you every printed set he could find and some lingerie with lace and details that he will be very sorry to rip later.

🍰You are his strawberry girl. And even though he likes to call you that in private, he loves it when you remind him of it in public, even if he doesn't admit it. His face turns red as a strawberry every time you come up to him reminding him of this nickname at work or in front of acquaintances. But deep down, he likes everyone to know that you are his.

🍓 He gets excited just by smelling you. Strawberry has become his signature scent, so smelling you is like getting hard right away. When he was talking to a client once, he felt his dick tighten so much in his pants, just because you were next to him and that smell penetrated his nose. When the customer left, William could only curse as he saw how You left him hard. That day he didn't even get up for lunch.

🍰 Despite your small car and the "sickening smell" according to him, William has the goal of fucking you in that car. He wants to take away your innocence by staining the seat with your juices and his cum. He often finds himself making you squirt in that car just by frenziedly fingering your clit and sinking right into your g-spot.

[julihlaufey]

My biggest strength is my biggest curse.

Imagination.

For the rest of my life it will plague me.

Writing stories of passion and romance that will never be real.

Never can be real.

I spin tales of love and in doing so I doom myself for thinking I could ever be the lucky character in my own story.

[julihlaufey]

Stanford X Oc (🔞)

Just trying something new

[julihlaufey]

When you run out of fics to read

[julihlaufey]

Loving a fictional character is like marriage

You fall for the character, become obsessed with them to the point where you think that they're the only fictional character you've ever loved, like if they were real, you'd marry them in a heart beat

Then you fall for a new fictional character while still being obsessed with the current one, it feels like an affair, but you accidentally became too obsessed with the new one, so you start to ignore the current one slowly, until you completely ignore them, and start to focus on the new one, falling for them now, it's like divorce and remarriage

The cycle continues until you have at least 10 fictional characters

Then you remember your previous fictional crush that you were obsessed with 2 years ago, and then you fall for them again, and become obsessed with them like you used to, it's like falling in love and marrying your ex-spouse again

And then you break-up

And the cycle continues like this, FOREVER

[julihlaufey]

Hi, could you do something with the prompt: reading, cuddling, teasing with Daniel (from Cobra Kai)? Thank you very much!

ᵒᵐᵍ, ᵐʸ ᶠᶦʳˢᵗ ʳᵉᵠᵘᵉˢᵗꜝ ᵒᶠ ᶜᵒᵘʳˢᵉ, ᶦ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵇᵉ ʰᵃᵖᵖʸ ᵗᵒ ᵈᵒ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰᶦⁿᵍ, ᵉˢᵖᵉᶜᶦᵃˡˡʸ ᶠᵒʳ ᵈᵃⁿᶦᵉˡꜝ ᵗʸ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉᵠᵘᵉˢᵗ, ˡᵉᵗ'ˢ ᵍᵒꜝ

⚠️ ⁿᵉᵘᵗʳᵃˡ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

┗⁠→ ⁠.⁠✧ Where you were trying to focus on your book, but Daniel had other plans for your afternoon.

It was a lazy afternoon, with the sun painting the living room a cozy golden hue. You were sitting on the sofa with an open book in your hands, but your concentration was far away. The reason? Daniel Larusso, who had decided to turn the reading session into a teasing game.

He was lying with his head in your lap, his eyes closed as if he were completely relaxed, but the smile on the corner of his mouth gave him away. From time to time, he moved on purpose, mumbling something about "getting more comfortable", just to get your attention.

— Are you going to let me finish this chapter or are you planning to distract me until I give up? — You asked, feigning irritation as you held the book open.

He opened one eye, his innocent expression contrasting with the mischievous glint in his eye. —Me? Distract you? Never. — He replied, placing a hand behind his head in an exaggerated gesture of comfort. — You're the one who insists on reading a story that clearly isn't as interesting as I am.

You laughed, shaking your head. It was typical of him: Always ready for a provocation, especially when he knew he was winning.

— Maybe the story is interesting, but someone here isn't helping. — You retorted, looking at him over the book.

Daniel raised his eyebrows, as if he considered your statement a challenge. And like the competitive man he was, he never shied away from one.

— You know, it's kind of unfair that you'd rather stick your nose in a book when there's a real Larusso right here. — He said, his tone playful, but with a touch of charm that made her heart race. Why did Daniel have to be so annoyingly cocky?

— A real Larusso? That sounds like something Anthony would say to brag about at school. — You replied, trying to ignore the heat rising to your face. He shrugged, feigning indifference in a laugh, but you knew he was amused by your attempt to keep your composure. — I'm just saying... — He continued, turning sideways and resting his chin on his hand to look down at you. — That if I were in the place of that book, I bet I'd have your undivided attention.

You rolled your eyes, but couldn't help the smile that escaped. — If you want my undivided attention, maybe you should try being as intriguing as the protagonist of this book.

Daniel pretended to be offended, putting his hand to his chest. — Intriguing? Please, I'm a man of mysteries and layers. Ask anyone at Miyagi-Do.

You let out a loud laugh, finally closing the book and putting it aside. He had gotten your attention so easily it was ridiculous.

— All right, Mr. Layers. What do you want? — You asked, looking directly at him.

Daniel's smile softened, and for a moment he seemed genuinely pleased. — Nothing much. — He said, turning around again to lie back on your lap. — I just want your company.

You rolled your eyes again, but this time affectionately, as your fingers slid automatically through his hair. — That's not fair. — You murmured, knowing that, somehow, he always got what he wanted.

— What's not fair? — Larusso asked, closing his eyes as if he were about to doze off.

— You. Getting what you want with a silly grin on your face.

He gave me an even more satisfied smile, his eyes remaining closed, while his hands ran lightly through his hair. — I knew I'd get your attention in the end.

[julihlaufey]

𝑯𝒆𝒚! 𝑺𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑰 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆!

 ▸  𝒪𝓃ℯ 𝒫𝒾ℯ𝒸ℯ

⊰ Crocodile

⊰ Sanji

⊰ Shanks

⊰ Klahadore

⊰ Buggy

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

 ▸ 𝒢𝓇𝒶𝓋𝒾𝓉𝓎 ℱ𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓈

 ⊰  Stanford Pines

 ⊰ Stanley Pines

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

 ▸ ℳ𝒞𝒰

 ⊰ Loki

⊰ Wanda

⊰ Deadpool

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅

▸ ℱ𝒾𝓋ℯ 𝒩𝒾ℊ𝒽𝓉𝓈 𝒜𝓉 ℱ𝓇ℯ𝒹𝒹𝓎'𝓈

 ⊰ William Afton

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

▸  𝒪𝓇𝒹ℯ𝓂 𝒫𝒶𝓇𝒶𝓃ℴ𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓁

  ⊰ All the characters

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

▸ ℳ𝓎 𝒞𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓎 ℒℴ𝓋ℯ (𝒜𝓂ℴ𝓇 𝒟ℴ𝒸ℯ)

 ⊰ Lysandre

 ⊰ Rayan

 ⊰ Nathaniel

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

 ▸ ℰ𝓁𝒹𝒶𝓇𝓎𝒶

 ⊰ Ezarel

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

 ▸  ℳℴℴ𝓃𝓁𝒾ℊ𝒽𝓉 ℒℴ𝓋ℯ𝓇𝓈

⊰ Vladimir

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

 ▸ 𝒩ℯ𝓌 𝒢ℯ𝓃 (𝒜𝓂ℴ𝓇 𝒟ℴ𝒸ℯ)

⊰ Devon

⊰ Jason

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

 ▸  𝒢ℯ𝓃𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓃 ℐ𝓂𝓅𝒶𝒸𝓉

 ⊰ Diluc

⊰ Kaeya

⊰ Neuvillette

⊰ Zhongli

⊰ Alhaitam

⊰ Kaveh

⊰ Ayato

⊰ Lyney

⊰ Beidou

⊰ Dottore

⊰ Pantalone

⊰ Childe

⊰ Tighnari

⊰ Baizhu

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▸  𝒯𝒽ℯ ℱ𝓁𝒶𝓈𝒽

⊰ Harry Wells

⊰ Eobard Thawne

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▸ 𝒪𝒰𝒜𝒯

⊰ Regina Mills

⊰ Emma Swan

⊰ Zelena Mills

⊰ Swanqueen

⊰ Wickedbeauty

⊰ Jefferson

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▸ ℋ𝒶𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝒫ℴ𝓉𝓉ℯ𝓇

⊰ Remus Lupin

⊰ Draco Malfoy

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▸ ℋ𝒶𝓏𝒷𝒾𝓃 ℋℴ𝓉ℯ𝓁

⊰ Alastor

⊰ Vox

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

▸ ℛℯ𝒹 𝒬𝓊ℯℯ𝓃

⊰ Maven Calore

⊰ Julian Jacos

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▸ ℋℴ𝓃𝓀𝒶𝒾 𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓇 ℛ𝒶𝒾𝓁

⊰ Mrs. Reca

⊰ Luocha

⊰ Aventurine

⊰ Dr. Ratio

⊰ Sunday

⊰ Welt

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▸𝒮𝒽ℯ𝓇𝓁ℴ𝒸𝓀 ℋℴ𝓁𝓂ℯ𝓈 ℬℬ𝒞

⊰ Sherlock Holmes

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

▸ 𝒯𝒾𝓃𝓀ℯ𝓇 ℬℯ𝓁𝓁

⊰ Lord Milori

⊰ Terence

⊰ Silvermist

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

▸ 𝒜𝒯ℒ𝒜

⊰ Zuko

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

▸ 𝒮𝓅𝓎 𝒳 ℱ𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓁𝓎

⊰ Loid

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

▸ 𝒮𝓉𝓊𝒹𝒾ℴ𝓈 𝒢𝒽𝒾𝒷𝓁𝒾

⊰ Howl

⊰ Haku

⊰ Fujimoto

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

▸ 𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓇𝒹ℯ𝓌 𝒱𝒶𝓁𝓁ℯ𝓎

⊰ Harvey

─ ⋅ ⋅ �� ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

▸ 𝒲𝒾𝓃𝓍 𝒞𝓁𝓊𝒷

⊰ Valtor

⊰ Icy

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

▸ 𝒟𝓇. ℋℴ𝓊𝓈ℯ

⊰ James Wilson

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

▸𝒲ℴ𝓃𝓀𝒶 2023

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

▸ Cobra Kai

⊰ Daniel Larusso

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

▸ ℱ𝓇ℴ𝓏ℯ𝓃

⊰ Hans

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Pages From Your Diary (Stanford Pines x You)

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒅𝒔 𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒑𝒊𝒛𝒛𝒂 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒔𝒐 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒎 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆.

⁠*⁠.⁠✧ ʷᵃʳⁿᶦⁿᵍˢ: ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳ ᵘˢᵉˢ ᶠᵉᵐᶦⁿᶦⁿᵉ ᵖʳᵒⁿᵒᵘⁿˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ʳᵉᶠᵉʳˢ ᵗᵒ ʰᵉʳˢᵉˡᶠ ᵃˢ "ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᶦʳˡ". ᵇᵒᵈʸ ᵘⁿˢᵖᵉᶜᶦᶠᶦᵉᵈ.

⁠• ᵗʰᶦˢ ᶦˢ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵐʸ ᶠᶦʳˢᵗ ʷᵒʳᵏˢ ᶦⁿ ᵉⁿᵍˡᶦˢʰ. ᵉⁿᵍˡᶦˢʰ ᶦˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵐʸ ᶠᶦʳˢᵗ ˡᵃⁿᵍᵘᵃᵍᵉ, ᵇᵘᵗ ᶦ'ᵐ ᵗʳʸᶦⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᶦᵐᵖʳᵒᵛᵉ. ♡

• ⚠️ ᵗʰᵉ ʷʳᶦᵗᶦⁿᵍ ᶦˢ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵐʸ ᵒᶜ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍʳᵃᵛᶦᵗʸ ᶠᵃˡˡˢ ᵘⁿᶦᵛᵉʳˢᵉ. ʰᵉʳ ᵃᵍᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵖʳᵒᶠᵉˢˢᶦᵒⁿ ᵃʳᵉ ᵐᵉⁿᵗᶦᵒⁿᵉᵈ, ᶦ'ᵐ ˢᵒʳʳʸ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵃᵗꜝ

The rain in Gravity Falls always sounded different. The drops always seemed thicker and the mood was definitely striking, but comforting. Her hands held the small box trembling.

Her feet slowly climbed the stairs out of fear or anxiety. Rainy weather meant family movie night. And of course Mabel and Dipper argued for a few minutes with her and Stan over which flavor to order, as if they couldn't order one of each.

Ford, for his part, had been in the room for a few hours and even though after last summer, he and his family were already closer, her, as an employee and friend of Stan and the children, wasn't that close to the scientist.

And of course, the one chosen to climb step by step and bring you some of the chosen pizza, was her.

She enters the room, stopping at the door. The room was cozy, calm and serene. She already knew it from the time Dipper and Mabel fought to change rooms. But she didn't think that cleaning it would make it so inviting.

Her eyes stopped on Stanford, sitting in his chair. His desk is full of papers, calculations and notes. He seemed to be busy and she didn't want to disturb him.

Clearing her throat, she enters with the small pizza box in hands. He glances over at her, raising an eyebrow in mild surprise. He had seen her around but never spoke much. The girl seemed friendly, but she had Stanley's quirks.

She did well in sales, fooled tourists like no one else and was as close to the twins as his brother.

He sets his pen down, folding his hands. — Hmm.. Hello! — Ford tried to be friendly with a small, disconcerting smile.

During the summer, they lived in the same house and had not even exchanged three words before. ��� Did you... need something?

— I... No, nothing! The... Kids ordered pizza and... And I figured that even if... You were busy, it wasn't fair to go without a slice. — She says, placing a small pizza box with three slices on top of his table, a little embarrassed. Her eyes didn't meet Ford's.

The hot face, kind of uncomfortable. Stanford couldn't help but chuckle slightly, amused a bit that she seemed so shy. He glances down at the pizza, then back at her.

— Hm. I appreciate it, then. — He stands, going over to the other side of the table and pulling out the chair next to him as an invitation for her to sit. — Take a seat, if you want. I'm just doing some calculations.

The girl blushed slightly. She was fascinated by the calculations Ford made that she could never do. A little surprised, shy and embarrassed by the invitation, but she could not refuse. She sat down, looking at the papers thrown and scattered on the table.— About... What is it? — She asked, afraid If was being nosy.

He smirked a bit, sitting back down in his chair. He grabs a slice of the pizza, then looks over at her as he takes a bite. They had gotten the flavor right.

— The multiverse, the possibilities of every single dimension and what could be. I'm working on a theorem to calculate every single dimension in this universe. Or at least, I'm trying to.

He grabs his notebook, pushing it over to her. It was filled with equations, scribbles, diagrams, and notes about different dimensions Ford had been to in the past.

— See? There are countless possibilities that I haven't even visited. That we didn't even consider could be real.

The girl couldn't help but smile. Stan's brother spoke so excitedly about his research and travels. He didn't even seem to have been affected by such events. Or if he had been, he was at least proud of having known so many strange worlds and creatures.

She looks curiously at the notes and calculations. — The part about dimensions is fascinating. — She says without looking at him.

— I mean, the whole diary is, but parts like "The Oracle" or "Casino Dimensions" are fascinating. — Although Ford thought only Dipper had read his diary, the girl spoke with fascination about his works.

Stanford can't help but find her enthusiasm endearing. Her excitement was somewhat infectious, making him smile in awe as he stopped the bite in the middle. — You've... Read my journal? — He inquired, a hint of surprise in his tone, but not enough to be an accusation.

The girl blushes violently again, looking at the eldest and quickly looking away. — Well... I read them. Not that Dipper or Stan know that I picked them up to read. But... Everyone was talking about "The Author" and I got curious. I devoured them in one night! — She said, laughing a little.

Of course it wasn't just curiosity. She loved it.

She loved his work. She read carefully the love he put into each line. Reading those diaries during the twins' vacation and after Ford added his experiences in the multiverse was fascinating.

Ford chuckled, smiling at her embarrassment. Part of him was surprised that nobody knew about her reading the journal. How had they not noticed?

— Hmm. I'll have to keep a better eye on my journal then. I usually just let Dipper borrow it. — He teased, resting his chin on his hand as he glanced at her.

She looked at him scared like a student who got a scolding from his favorite teacher. — I-I won't steal them again! Not that I stole them the first time, I just... I was just curious and no one comes into the tree house I built so... — She paused for a moment. She was acting like an idiot and hadn't even realized it until her eyes met Stanford's, who was resting his face on his hand and had an amused look on his face. — Damn, it wasn't the best first impression, was it?

Amused by her panicked tone and the expression she made, Ford snickered. He shook his head, waving his hand a bit to dismiss her flustering. — No, no, it's alright. I don't blame you for being curious. I'm more surprised that Stan and Dipper didn't catch you stealing the journal, if I'm being honest.

— Well... Let's just say Dipper was more difficult. — She said laughing. — But when he fell asleep drooling on the floor at four in the morning, it worked out. He spent the entire summer trapped and fascinated by the diary. I think you have a number one fan.

She laughed again, looking away. Dipper was fixated on the journal. But her? She was his number one fan, even though no one knew it.

— Dipper is definitely my biggest fan. At this rate, he probably dreams of my research. — He joked, looking over at her slightly.

However, he was clearly able to discern the fact that she, somehow, admired him as much as Dipper did. Though he didn't say that out loud. There was some charm in it.

She nodded, amused by his sense of humor. Stanford was more amazing and engaging than she thought. — You have no idea! One day Dipper woke up and filled the coffee table with theories about encrypted codes. It was even a little funny to see him think he dreamed up the right translations. Your encryptions were extremely difficult to decipher in two nights.

Ford chuckled softly, able to imagine that scenario unfolding. Dipper always took the journals so seriously sometimes, it was both amusing and endearing. He loved the kids passion. — Two nights... — He thought, raising an eyebrow as she spoke. His gaze glanced down at the table for a moment, as he then looked back up at her.

— You... Translated all the codes in the journal... In two nights? Just like that? No help from anyone?

She blushed violently again. She became extremely embarrassed and anxious when he praised her or was surprised by her accomplishments. It was like being a dumb, out-of-control teenager again.

— W-well, I couldn't keep the journals during the day and there seemed to be so many interesting things in those encryptions.

Pines smiled as he listened to her reply, able to notice the blush and how anxious she was. He was rather surprised. She was clearly intelligent, a little on the timid side, but incredibly smart. He chuckled a bit, tilting his head slightly.

— How old are you? — He inquired, raising an eyebrow as his gaze lingered on her for a moment.

— Twenty. I work at the cabin in the summers, since Stan offered me a paid room when I got to town.

He raised an eyebrow, a small look of surprise on his face. Twenty? She was much younger than he was expecting. He was shocked that Stan offered her a room on the condition that she work for him at the cabin. Then again, Stan didn't seem picky when it came to making a quick buck.

— I see... How... How long have you worked for Stan then?

She laughed a little for the reaction. — Since I was seventeen. I study history in the neighboring town. He's always been very kind to me. When the twins arrived, we were already... Good friends.

Stanford chuckled, smiling. Of course Stan wasn't picky on his hires. Even Wendy didn't even have to go through a whole interview or anything either. However, that information was a bit interesting to Ford. She was studying history? It was an interesting choice of profession for a young girl. He had to wonder, though...

— History, huh? Why do you like history so much?

Pines kept his eyes concentrated. His pizza had already cooled down, if it were coffee it would already be out of the question to drink. The girl was fascinating and he didn't understand why.

She seemed to be like them, she got along well with Stan, or the twins. However, something in her conversation made him feel like he wasn't alone.

— Aah... It's nice to be able to study about periods we didn't live in. I mean, Gravity Falls is an event. But being in a major historical landmark that people will study and talk about for years?! — She said enthusiastically, completely forgetting the panic and nervousness she felt around Stan's brother.

Ford laughed, raising an eyebrow and smiling at her little outburst of excitement. He found it rather endearing, her enthusiasm and passion for history. She was a little quirky here and there, but she seemed sweet and genuinely kind.

— You're... Passionate about history. I take it you want to go into archaeology? Or museum work?

— Archaeology. — The girl smiled. She hadn't met Ford a few minutes ago. Was blushing just from seeing him. And now was disturbing his work. Shyness knocked on her door with a kick.

— I-I'm sorry, I said too much for someone who just came to bring a pizza.

Ford continued to smile, a hint of amusement in his eyes as he watched her bluster and blush. It didn't take a mind reader to see that she had a small little crush. And if Ford was being honest.. He wasn't entirely opposed to the idea of her being that interested in him.

— No, no, I repeat, It's alright. Don't worry about interrupting. Archaeology... Interesting choice.

— Yeah... I think Gravity Falls is... The perfect place for that!— She said in a calm tone.

The raindrops were falling harder outside. The feeling of agitation. Very different from what the girl felt now. Her body was relaxed, calm and comfortable. When she entered, the room seemed the most comfortable thing in the cabin.

The smell of books and freshly changed sheets. Now, her mind was lost telling about her knowledge and days in Gravity Falls to a scientist who had already seen much more than these trees and woods.

Stanford's gaze remained locked on hers, as if her knowledge of archaeology and the best waffle in town were more interesting than the various worlds he'd visited. And indeed, they were.

To him, at that moment. Pines was sure he had just found something that inspired and impressed him more than anything else than Gravity Falls had ever introduced him to before.

And he couldn't be more excited to write about it in his journal.

I hope you enjoyed it! I'm always open to constructive criticism and ways to make writing in English more fluid and natural! ♡

Credit spacers: @zigrethsnotebook

Thank you so much for being so nice and remembering me!

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Um Dia Chuvoso em Gravity Falls (Stanford Pines x Você)

Stanley levou as crianças para buscarem uma pizza. E naquela noite chuvosa, você e Ford enxergaram ali uma oportunidade de aproveitar a cabana silenciosa e a companhia um do outro.

Aviso: Personagem com pronomes femininos, referindo-se como "a garota". Corpo não especificado.

Baseado no nosso querido Swooning Over Stans.

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Gravity Falls tinha um serviço de delivery para pizza. E claro, em uma tempestade, ele não funciona.

A garota olha para fora da janela, observando as gotas de água batendo com força no vidro. As árvores estavam agitadas e a floresta parecia muito mais perigosa agora, do que quando gnomos tentam te sequestrar. — A chuva parece estar ficando mais forte... - Comentou, ainda distraída.

— E eu não sei se confio em Stan no volante.

Stanford riu e ela se virou, vendo-o chegar na sala com uma bandeja com duas xícaras e um bule. — Eu espero que ele esteja sendo no mínimo descente.

Ela sorriu levemente, tentando afastar o arrepio que a ideia de Stan dirigindo com crianças sob a tempestade causava. Stanford, por outro lado, parecia tranquilo, até mesmo à vontade com a situação.

Ele pousou a bandeja sobre a mesa de centro e serviu as duas xícaras com cuidado, já acostumado com o irmão. Stan era imprudente, não podia negar. Mas preferia acreditar que o amor pelas crianças era maior do que ele tinha pela própria vida.

— Não que ele tenha muitas escolhas, né? O serviço de delivery da cidade é praticamente uma lenda urbana. Se não tivesse visto nada ainda, acreditaria mais nos gnomos do que nisso. — Ele disse.

Em sua época de pesquisador, Ford já teve muita dependência do sistema de delivery local. E quando ele não funcionava, passava a noite sem comer por se recusar a sair da cabana.

Ele se aproximou, passando uma das xícaras para a garota, seus dedos roçando os dela por um breve instante, fazendo com que uma corrente elétrica os dominasse, mais forte do que os raios do lado de fora. — É camomila. Aposto que vai te acalmar.

Ela pegou a xícara, com um sorriso tímido no rosto, sentindo o calor e o aroma suave da bebida, uma mistura que parecia apropriada para uma noite de tempestade.

— Obrigada. — Respondeu baixinho, olhando para Ford. — Ainda me surpreendo como você consegue achar graça dessas situações, mesmo depois de tudo.

Stanford deu de ombros, um brilho de familiaridade e curiosidade no olhar. Seu corpo parou atrás do dela, olhando janela fora. Seu corpo emanava calor, passando seu braço pelas costas da mesma, pousando sua mão em sua cintura.

— E ainda me surpreendo com o modo que você se adapta a cada nova peculiaridade daqui. — Ele replicou. — Quem diria que alguém de fora teria coragem de encarar até uma tempestade no meio dessa floresta.

Ela riu, puxando o corpo dele para mais perto para se aquecer melhor, enquanto a luz da sala os envolvia em um ambiente aconchegante e seguro, mesmo com o caos lá fora.

— Acho que depois de ter o carro atingido por um letreiro gigante, eu aprendi que Gravity Falls não é como lá fora. - Brincou, com o tom de humor, fazendo com que Ford risse próximo ao seu ouvido, depositando um beijo carinhoso em seu pescoço.

— Você nunca vai me perdoar por isso, não é? A garota riu, balançando a cabeça e retomando o assunto inicial.

— Bem... talvez eu só tenha me acostumado com o estranho. — Respondeu, os olhos vagando para a janela. — Ou talvez seja porque… Eu sinto que estou com a pessoa certa pra lidar com isso.

A última frase saiu mais sincera do que esperava, e ela prendeu a respiração, percebendo o peso daquela admissão. Stanford ficou em silêncio por um momento, os olhos gentis pousados nela.

Ele então inclinou a cabeça, um leve sorriso no rosto, e disse:

— Nesse caso,

Gravity Falls tinha um serviço de delivery para pizza. E claro, em uma tempestade, ele não funciona.

 A garota olha para fora da janela, observando as gotas de água batendo com força no vidro. As árvores estavam agitadas e a floresta parecia muito mais perigosa agora, do que quando gnomos tentam te sequestrar.

— A chuva parece estar ficando mais forte... - Comentou, ainda distraída. — E eu não sei se confio em Stan no volante.

 Stanford riu e ela se virou, vendo-o chegar na sala com uma bandeja com duas xícaras e um bule. — Eu espero que ele esteja sendo no mínimo descente.

 Ela sorriu levemente, tentando afastar o arrepio que a ideia de Stan dirigindo com crianças sob a tempestade causava. Stanford, por outro lado, parecia tranquilo, até mesmo à vontade com a situação. Ele pousou a bandeja sobre a mesa de centro e serviu as duas xícaras com cuidado, já acostumado com o irmão. Stan era imprudente, não podia negar. Mas preferia acreditar que o amor pelas crianças era maior do que ele tinha pela própria vida.

— Não que ele tenha muitas escolhas, né? O serviço de delivery da cidade é praticamente uma lenda urbana. Se não tivesse visto nada ainda, acreditaria mais nos gnomos do que nisso. —  Ele disse. Em sua época de pesquisador, Ford já tinha dependido muito do sistema de delivery do local. E quando ele não funcionava, passava a noite sem comer por se recusar a sair da cabana.

 Ele se aproximou, passando uma das xícaras para a garota, seus dedos roçando os dela por um breve instante, fazendo com que uma corrente elétrica os dominasse, mais forte do que os raios do lado de fora. — É camomila. Aposto que vai te acalmar.

 Ela pegou a xícara, com um sorriso tímido no rosto, sentindo o calor e o aroma suave da bebida, uma mistura que parecia apropriada para uma noite de tempestade.

— Obrigada. — Respondeu baixinho, olhando para Ford. — Ainda me surpreendo como você consegue achar graça dessas situações, mesmo depois de tudo.

Stanford deu de ombros, um brilho de familiaridade e curiosidade no olhar. Seu corpo parou atrás do dela, olhando janela fora. Seu corpo emanava calor, passando seu braço pelas costas da mesma, pousando sua mão em sua cintura.

— E ainda me surpreendo com o modo que você se adapta a cada nova peculiaridade daqui. —  Ele replicou. — Quem diria que alguém de fora teria coragem de encarar até uma tempestade no meio dessa floresta.

Ela riu, puxando o corpo dele para mais perto para se aquecer melhor, enquanto a luz da sala os envolvia em um ambiente aconchegante e seguro, mesmo com o caos lá fora.

— Acho que depois de ter o carro atingido por um letreiro gigante, eu aprendi que Gravity Falls não é como lá fora. - Brincou, com o tom de humor, fazendo com que Ford risse próximo ao seu ouvido, depositando um beijo carinhoso em seu pescoço. — Você nunca vai me perdoar por isso, não é?

 A garota riu, balançando a cabeça e retomando o assunto inicial. — Bem... talvez eu só tenha me acostumado com o estranho. — Respondeu, os olhos vagando para a janela. — Ou talvez seja porque…  Eu sinto que estou com a pessoa certa pra lidar com isso.

 A última frase saiu mais sincera do que esperava, e ela prendeu a respiração, percebendo o peso daquela admissão. Stanford ficou em silêncio por um momento, os olhos gentis pousados nela.

Ele então inclinou a cabeça, um leve sorriso no rosto, e disse:

— Nesse caso, espero não te decepcionar.