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weixuldo · 11 months ago

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Who's your Daddy?

Older!James Kelly x f!reader

(SORRY FOR BEING GONE SO LONG OMLLLL- i’ve never written anything other than starwars lol- but I hope this is enjoyable. I also havent ever written fauxscest and I wouldn't say i'm really into it, but I feel like it fits the character lowkey)

One of James' customer mistakes you for his daughter and you actually play along...James isnt thrilled

warnings: dead dove do not eat?, Fauxscest, age gap, orgasm denial, just regular schmegular smex, name calling,

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“Fuck Jamie!” you squealed as DILF!James Kelly harshly bent you over the old camaro that had been sitting in his shop for the past two weeks.

His strong tattooed hand had your nicely curled hair in a strong grip as he smacked your ass with the other. “You wanna act like a child so bad, then I’ll treat you like one” he said as he continued to spank you.

Earlier, James had been finishing up a job on an old Ford pickup and was negotiating payment with the owner when you skipped out from inside the shop wearing shorts and a tank top.

In James’ “office”- really just a room with a chair and desk that he’d toss papers on (or eat you out on)- he had a bowl of candy just in case a client brought around their kids. James never really knew what to do with kids, but you told him having a candy jar would make him seem less scary.

Of course he had one the next day.

But clients never really brought their kids around the shop so you got to enjoy the majority of the candy. Today you were feeling the cherry lollipop and twirled it around your mouth as you scampered out to see what James was up to.

As you walked out you saw James broad back facing you as he stood with his arms crossed towards a gruff man with gray hair. They looked like they were talking shop- how boring.

You sighed and were about to go back inside when the gray haired man noticed you.

“Kelly, you never mentioned ya had kids?”.

James was taken aback- kids?

He turned to see what the man was looking at when his icy eyes landed on your tantalizing form; it was nearly 97 degrees and humid as fuck- why the hell did you look so good?

He subconsciously licked his bottom lip before remembering the man’s comment; he turned back just about to protest when you skipped up to him and threw your arms around him.

“He’s never mentioned me?” you said with a fake pout.

“But dad- I thought you were proud of me? Why don’t you tell your friends about me?”

James was too stunned to speak- sure, you’d occasionally call him “daddy” in bed but he never thought that act would leave the bedroom. His left eye twitched as he looked down at your doe eyed expression.

“Haha- I’m sure yer Dad’s proud of ya kiddo- probably just wanted to hide you away cause you’d have all the boys riled up” the gray haired man chuckled as James fought to keep his frustration at bay.

“Is that why daddy?” you asked innocently.

James was pissed

…

and extremely turned on.

But he was really bothered that his client was obviously checking you out right in front of him. He clenched his jaw once more before straining out an answer.

“Yea thats why, sweetheart. I’d hate to have to get the shotgun out of the shed for something other than hunting” he falsely smiled.

You hugged him once more before heading back inside “Well I’ll let you two keep talking- Thanks for choosing my dad’s shop” you smiled at the man before your boyfriend.

He shot back a bright grin “Not a problem darlin’, I’ll be sure to come to yer Dad’s shop from now on haha”.

James clenched his fists at his sides, he could feel himself losing his composure.

The man finally paid James and added a little extra and told him to “buy somethin’ nice for that daughter of yer’s”.

Oh- James would definitely not be buying you something nice after the little stunt you just pulled.

“She's a looker Kelly, better keep an eye on her'' the man commented once more before hopping into his newly fixed truck.

James just nodded as he counted the money the man paid him, “Yea, i’m always lookin at her- especially when she's bouncing on my cock”.

The old man’s eyes almost popped out of his sockets; “Pardon?!”.

James finally met his eye once more with a smug look, “Yea, she’s not my daughter- that’s my girlfriend”.

The man just sat with the truck held in reverse as he tried to replay the whole interaction.

“And I’m gonna fuck her raw for that shit she just pulled- Thanks for the tip and have a nice day” he said before shoving the cash into his pocket and shutting the garage gate.

You had taken a seat at James’ desk as you mindlessly scrolled on your phone. You thought it was funny to play with him like that but you didn’t think it would get him too worked up- so when you heard him call for you to come out to the garage your body buzzed with nervous excitement.

He had called your name harsher than he normally would so you could tell he was feeling some type of way but you couldn’t quite put your finger on what… were you about to be lectured, yelled at, or fucked?

Maybe all three heh

James was standing domineeringly with his feet slightly parted and arms crossed tight as you entered the garage.

“Yesss? What’s wrong Jamie” you answered innocently.

He clicked his tongue and cut his eyes, “you know damn well what you were doing”.

You pouted your pretty lips and shook your head, “I don’t really see anything wrong with joking” you said smugly.

Annnd now you’re here, bent over his camaro with him ruthlessly plunging his thick cock in and out of you.

James’ veins popped as he tugged at your hair with one hand and angled your hips up with the other. He was panting like an animal as he forcefully thrusted into you, heavy balls slapping against your swollen clit.

“Fuck, please! Jamie- Slow down!” you cried as you grounded yourself on the hood of the old car as your boyfriend hit it from the back.

“Jamie?” he questioned, squeezing your ass harder.

“James!” you managed.

He let out a low chuckle that made you even wetter than before, “you wanted to call me dad so bad earlier, what happened, doll?”.

You could hear his stupid smirk in the way he spoke, you wanted to say something but all that was coming out were pathetic whimpers and moans.

You felt him shudder as you clenched your gummy walls around his throbbing cock- “s-shit” he cursed under his breath as he slowly pulled out until just his tip was left in you.

Your eyes were already brimming with tears-but when he stopped his movements, the tears started to flow. Your poor pussy ached for him to slide between your folds- once he started, you needed him to finish.

It was almost criminal how empty you felt without your boyfriend’s dick inside of you. You began to whine the longer he held still.

“You think you’re so slick, little brat” he growled as his rough palm made contact with your bright red ass cheek for the umpteenth time.

He leaned down to whisper in your ear and you felt the cool silver of his cross chain as it slid down your arched spine.

“Who am I” he asked with a dangerous lilt to his voice.

“James” you cried again, you knew that was the wrong answer but you needed him to keep going.

Without warning he plunged into you and bottomed out as your eyes rolled back in pleasure. But just as fast as he was in, he had resumed the previous position.

“Incorrect” he said before pulling completely out.

You whimpered before he flipped you around so that you were staring at his flushed face; God he was perfect. Looking down between the two of you- his hard cock was completely coated in your combined juices and twitched as he stood over you.

He grabbed your hips and lined himself up with your aching core once more before shoving himself in with an abrupt snap of his hips. You gripped onto his forearms as you yelped.

“Who am I” he asked once more, his voice low with lust.

“D-Daddy” you cried in humiliation as you shied away from James’ watchful eyes.

He halted his movements and leaned closer to your ear, “Almost. What did you call me earlier, doll?” he said with a devious smirk.

You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, “...dad”.

“What was that baby? Didn’t hear ya” James taunted.

“DAD!” you wailed as you dug your nails into your older man’s forearms.

“That’s it, Sweetheart” he smiled as he quickened his pace.

You moaned as his sloppy thrusts jiggled your breasts around for Jame’s viewing pleasure. You felt your high approaching fast.

“Fuck- I”m close- I” you cried as James continued diving deeper and deeper into your sopping cunt.

James bit his bottom lip and pulled out as fast as he had been fucking you; leaving you with a disappointingly empty feeling. You gasped at the loss of his massive member and your eyes shot open to see why your boyfriend felt the need to pull out.

There he was in all of his glory; brow adorned with sweat , face flushed, brows drawn together, and lips parted. Soon you felt his warm ropes of cum spilling onto your stomach, you whimpered at the wasted seed and your lost orgasm.

He finished stroking himself with a shudder and squeezed out the rest of his spend onto you with a low groan.

“W-why?” you almost cried as your boyfriend began to clean himself off.

“Good girls wouldn’t cum from their dad’s dick-” he tossed you a towel from the hanger on the wall, “I hope you’ve learned your lesson, little one”.

“Once you’ve had time to think about your actions and clean up- maybe I’ll consider letting you cum” he said before leaving you alone and empty in his dim office.

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padmerry · 1 month ago

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Stan twins: codependency & identity issues

“I tell you it’s unnatural for siblings to get along as well as you do,” says Stan to Dipper and Mabel in Not What He Seems, clearly missing his own relationship with Ford before things started to change. “We used to be like Dipper and Mabel,” says Ford in Weirdmageddon 3: Take Back the Falls. Were they really, though?

I think what many people don’t get about Stan and Ford’s dynamic as children, or even as teenagers, is that, no matter what Stan and Ford think or say about it, they were not like Mabel and Dipper. That just highlights their lack of self-awareness. Here’s a canon analysis for anyone who cares to understand my point:

Mabel and Dipper have overall very different interests and hobbies and act separately on them. They have other friends and spend time with them—well, at least Mabel has Candy and Grenda, as the bubbly social butterfly she is; Dipper, on the other hand, seems way more preoccupied with deciphering the mysteries of Journal 3, but doesn’t miss an opportunity to be included in Wendy’s cool teenage group, as seen in episodes The Inconveniencing and The Love God (in the latter, he seems to be actually succeeding). As fraternal twins of different genders, no matter how alike they look (and despite Mabel’s joke of being “girl Dipper”), they still manage to retain pretty distinct identities. No issue here.

Mabel does her sleepovers, goes to boy band shows, and has encounters with potential crushes. When a surprised Dipper asks her about her vampire love in The Deep End, she points out, “I don’t tell you everything.” Dipper, meanwhile, explored the town with Soos, went to Wendy’s house, hung out with her teen gang, and overall lived many adventures without Mabel, such as trying to prove himself a man with help of the Manotaurs. I think the episode that shows the healthy independence Dipper and Mabel had from each other the best is probably Carpe Diem, inspired in Alex’s real life frustration with his sister, Ariel, but it can be observed all through the series:

What is shown to us in AToTS already differs from that. The Stan twins were inseparable, and each other’s only friends, as Stan establishes early on in his narrative: “Those bullies may have been right about us not making many friends, but when push comes to shove, you only really need one.”

With his question to Ford in the Lost Legends comic, The Jersey Devil’s in the Details, Stan implies they really did everything together, in a way reminiscent of Phineas and Ferb: “So what’re we gonna do today, buddy?”

Even small details, like the toys in their room, served to show the difference between the Stans and Dipper & Mabel, as Matt Chapman clarifies on the episode’s official commentary:

You also see that at this age, all the stuff that would cross over, that would appeal to both of them. You know, it’s not just like, oh, there’s science stuff here and then there’s like—I don’t know—what little Stan would be into. It’s like, no, they both like all this.

“But Mabel was just as desperate in Dipper and Mabel vs the Future as Stan was in A Tale of Two Stans!” Yes, true. She was, and I do believe her relationship with Dipper was the most important one in her life. But do you think the facts that a) she was already terrified of growing up, as shown in the episode Summerween, b) Candy and Grenda declined her invitations to their birthday party, c) Wendy showed her the apparently terrible reality of being a teenager, and d) Stan told her that it would be fine because at least she would always have Dipper... had nothing to with it? Originally her parents were going to forbid her from bringing Waddles to Piedmont, as revealed in the episode commentary of Dipper and Mabel vs. the Future, as just one more heartbreaking thing on the pile of Mabel’s Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day. (Of course, teen Stan’s circumstances were aggravated by the bad home situation he was being “left alone” in by Ford—just like Mabel! Whose parents were arguing, per TBoB canon, to the point of giving Dipper recurring nightmares.)

Another very important thing is that the poor girl was twelve years old, while Stan was presumably seventeen-ish, an age at which separation would be normal and even expected, with the time for college approaching. In fact, differently from what happened with Mabel, whose imminent separation from Dipper came out of left field through an unexpected proposal by Ford (foreshadowed only by her slight discomfort over how close Ford and Dipper were becoming), there was a blatant rift between the teen Stans that Ford went so far as to acknowledge to Stan’s face. Using Stan’s own words from the Land Before Swine commentary: “Anyway, cut to high school, the guy’s never kissed a girl, prom is coming up, and he asked me for advice. ‘Stanley, I know things have been a little weird between you and me with college, but can you talk to me about girls?’” That was before prom (the one in which a girl threw fruit punch at Ford), mind you.

And still, this is what Stan thinks when he realizes Ford is going to accept the scholarship: “Without Ford, I was just half of a dynamic duo. I couldn’t make it without him.” He saw himself as only half of a whole—no wonder, with the way both twins were pushed to believe this since their birth, when they were both named Stan.

When asked about Shermie, Alex observed that a crucial part of their dynamic is that they only had each other. No younger or older brother to support them. The quote from HanaHyperfixates’ and ThatGFFan’s interview:

In terms of Shermie, I remember asking Rob or somebody at some point, like, “Would Shermie be here, logically? Do we have to see him?” I don’t really wanna see him. I’m not interested in that. I’m interested in Stan and Ford being—sort of having only each other and then losing each other because of their different life paths.

I think the suggestion was, “Maybe Shermie would be a baby. Maybe that would happen.” And being like, “okay sure.”

Let’s not forget, too, the only time Ford ever mentions Shermie in Journal 3—“Sherman Pines’s,” surname and all:

From my own observations about their parents, that point is only driven further home.

Filbrick is, well, Filbrick. I don’t think I need to explain much here; every one of us has different interpretations and headcanons about him, but they seem to all agree on the common factor he wasn’t a good father—how much that can be justified by their time period or stretched to accommodate the most heartwrenching stangst is up for debate, just not a subject for this post.

Caryn is more complicated. I think Filbrick was definitely ‘worse’ than her, so to speak, at least in a more obvious way, and she has canonically demonstrated considerable fondness for Stan in particular—according to her, Stan’s rambunctiousness can be attributed to an excess of “personality,” he’s her “little free spirit.” She was, most notably, one of the two people present at Stan’s funeral if the info on the new website is to be trusted. We see her smiling brightly in the picture of the baby Stan twins included in TBoB, which hints at the fact she indeed liked her kids.

But the fact that she, as an adult, didn’t intervene when Stan was kicked out is simply, in my point of view, inexcusable. One could say she was momentarily paralyzed from an overwhelming fear of Filbrick, as a supposed victim herself, but a) that’s already entering headcanon domain, and b) I think that’s far from the truth and directly contradicting the comics, in which she looks happy and relaxed in the company of Filbrick: initiating contact and kissing him on the cheek, comfortingly stroking his back, looking at him with can only be described as tenderness... I don’t think Filbrick is meant to be seen as a monster, not in an exaggerated way. (He’s shown to be touched by Stan’s little stunt with the golden chain, too.) Just a really shitty father, in a common, boring, more nuanced, no less traumatizing, way.

Borrowing a paragraph from a previous analysis:

To me, the most telling thing of all is the fact Stan calls for Ford to help him, not his own mother. Ford, his brother, same age as him, who was at the moment beyond furious with him and very unlikely to show any compassion. Ford, whose attempts to change Filbrick’s mind would more likely than not have been unsuccessful. Not Caryn, adult, who probably had much greater sway over Filbrick. They say a child’s first instinct is to call for their mama. Clearly not in this case!

I’m not saying, here, that Caryn didn’t care about her boys. I elaborate more on her in the meta referenced above, here.

I find it adorable how easily, without any previous prompting, baby Stanley opens up to Ford about his feelings in the comics. The sheer vulnerability of this moment, seeking Ford’s reassurance that he wasn’t a bad kid; the implicit, profound trust, especially coming from someone like Stan, who grows into a man packed to the gills with toxic masculinity due to what he learned from his father. And the manner in which Ford gently comforts him, as if he were used to doing so. As Stan, too, had been shown to do when Crampelter mocked Ford’s fingers. They were clearly accustomed to being each other’s emotional pillars, in the way that kids who learned early on that they can’t count on adults or lean on the authority figures in their lives start building their own little safe space.

The way I see it, the Stan twins got along extremely well, for better or for worse. No obnoxious sibling bickering. No fights and conflict. How could they? They were literally each other’s only friend. If anything, their first major fight was caused by lack of communication, among many other things; they repressed their frustrations with each other to a ridiculous point instead of simply externalizing them like you would expect of an average sibling dynamic.

Second of all, they were monozygotic aka identical twins, as strongly hinted in the show, comics, and books, and as confirmed by Alex on the TBoB website, the behind-the-scenes DVD commentaries, and Twitter. The first mention of it, in 2015, below:

They were both named Stan, they had the same face. I’ve read irl identical twins’ confessions about the nature of such a relationship re: identity issues and how people tend to treat you, and it’s often not pretty. In the Stan twins’ case, their sense of identity was beyond blurry, and it’s not difficult to see why. If you pay attention to the show or the comics, you’ll see many hints of this unhealthiness: the way they were both called to the principal’s office (“Pines twins,” even though only Ford was an interested party), the way Stan was called “a dumber, sweatier version” of Ford by Crampelter, the way they had already pretended to be each other before, not in their childhood but adolescence (Stan’s idea, according to hilarious extra material in the DVDs).

Baby Ford, in the comics, has demonstrated a tendency to shoulder the blame that should only be attributed to Stan. For example, when he exclaims, “Oh my God! We killed the Sibling Brothers!” Ford, honey, if anyone had killed the Sibling Brothers, it would’ve been your brother, the person who shoved them in the first place. Not you.

I find it adorable that he also grounded himself for Stan! Filbrick had been very clear about grounding Stan, only, not both twins. But Ford stays with him as if he were grounded as well, as if he didn’t even have a choice. Where Stan was, there was Ford, not far behind.

They were an unit. Inseparable. As simple as that.

Until they weren’t.

The science fair incident happens, of course—and it’s worth noting Ford doesn’t consider the possibility that Stan sabotaged him out of jealousy or envy of his success for even a second! Instead, he immediately assumes Stan broke his machine so Ford would stay with him!

Did their codependency end with their separation, then? I’ve seen many people believing that yes, it did.

But mullet!Stan, now an adult, ten years after his fight with Ford, still resents Ford for not staying with him “forever”:

Not only that, but as Rob Renzetti (who is Gravity Falls’ supervising producer and story editor and the co-author of Journal 3) phrased it in this separate interview by HanaHyperfixates, Ford’s absence in Stan’s life haunted him and shaped all his relationships:

Um, I mean, to me that’s—I mean, really, Stan—Stan’s life has been… it’s been… sad, and lonely, since—he really… his brother was his best friend, and he loved him so, and I don’t think, you know, I don’t think any other relationship ever worked out for him, because of what happened between him and his brother.

And by the end of it all, you get Bill calling Stan “co-dependant” (British Bill?) on the TBoB website:

I know you might think, at first, that we should take Bill’s insults with a grain of salt, since he’s 1) Bill and 2) petty and desperate. But Bill has also a track record of trying to hit where he thinks will hurt the most, and he knows people. His insult here is not an isolated thing either. It might have been easily dismissed, I agree, if not for all the other evidence for the Stans’ codependency that I’m currently showing you. It’s just one proof out of many, just reinforcing an idea that’s already presented quite clearly.

If you’re still not convinced, Alex has revealed in HanaHyperfixates and ThatGFFan’s interview that Ford’s entire character was built around the type of person that could plausibility explain Stan’s neediness:

Ford was very much us building backwards. The same way you know a black hole is there by the light warped around it, it’s like, you know the damage someone’s family has done to them by all of their weird tics and behaviors. So who is the character who would result in Stan being this hurt and needy and mad and also longing?

But Stan’s codependency, imo, was always easier to see than Ford’s, to the point people mistakenly think Stan cared more about Ford than Ford about him. (I’ve dedicated an entire meta to debunking that assumption as well, here.)

In the commentary of Society of the Blind Eye, though, Alex added, referring to Ford and Fiddleford’s friendship:

Ford as somebody who lost Stan is kinda looking for—even though he rejected his brother, he kinda needs, he needs that other person, and he tried to find that in this kinda sweet prodigy and he just pushed him too far.

What Alex said about Ford’s relationship with Fiddleford can easily be applied to Ford’s relationship with Bill and with Dipper, since Ford needs “that other person,” needs to be one half of a duo. Ford has tried to recreate his dynamic with Stan again, and again, and again:

And then, of course, we have Ford’s proposal.

What’s really cool about this first image (below) is that it was drawn before Stan even accepted Ford’s proposal, and parallels their childhood picture in Ford’s pocket (one that, per Word of God, Ford has always carried with him, even before his portal days, as explained here) in a very obvious manner:

Ford was already excitedly fantasizing, drawing fanart of them together, picking their outfits and the name of the boat.

But more than that, he also says:

[...] I think it’s time for the Pines twins to join forces again. At least, I hope so. I haven’t discussed my idea with Stan yet. But if I know my brother, he will jump at the chance to find “money and babes.”

And this, to me, expresses both his hope that Stan would welcome his idea and agree to sail away with him and his almost certainty that it is exactly what is going to happen. Ford does mention Stan’s love for “money and babes,” but do you guys think Ford didn’t know what (or better yet, whom) Stan actually loved? In AToTS, Journal 3, and TBoB’s new canon material, we can observe that same certainty. In all three instances, Ford immediately assumes that Stan will show up and come for his call via postcard with no indication whatsoever that the possibility of Stan declining showed up in his mind.

Alex has also commented, in the first interview I’ve referenced:

Those characters at sea—it was so rich. They’re really really funny, because they both have major major blind spots. I can kinda write stories about them as a duo forever, because you can always excuse them both getting hyped on a bad idea for their own reasons, and then you can always come up with a reason for them to disagree about it, and it’s always sweet to see them come together again, because they’re so full of themselves, but they are also both so damaged they desperately need each other.

Not only reinforcing the idea that their codependency was—or at least eventually became—mutual, but confirming that things returned to their status quo. Ford has a black & white mindset, the only way he knows how to be with Stan is a codependent way. They’re either separated and estranged or they’re sailing completely alone on a boat for the rest of their lives. Either rivals or best friends forever. There’s no middle ground for him.

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mooooonnnzz · 10 months ago

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World/Insured Part 3

Stanford Pines x Sibling!Reader/Stanley Pines x Sibling!Reader

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✶ “Can we talk about [Name]?” Ford suddenly brings up one day. The waves of tourists have been moderately slow for the day, allowing Stan and Ford to kick back and relax for once. And in the midst of sitting down on the couch, his mind dwelled over to the thought of you. Stan let out a long sigh as he sat down, pitt cola in hand. Stan was trying to break free from his alcohol addiction, Ford noted. “Sure, what do you want to talk about?” The causality held in Stan’s words made Ford uneasy. He was so unnaturally calm with his words, at least the last time he brought you up, he can sense the agitation in his words, but he couldn’t find any dripping anger from him now. Mustering up all the courage he had left, he asked; “How were they?” He felt his mouth run dry. Out of everything he could’ve asked, he asked that? All the questions he had were out the window and off into the woods, leaving him scrambling for words. Taking a sip from his soda, he said, “Do you want to know how they felt immediately after they left with me?” Ford nods. “Well, being fifteen and a rage of hormones, they pretty much hated you.” Stan’s eyes glance over to Ford whose face could visibly read hurt. “I’m just kidding!” Stan cackled, shoving Ford. “They were ripped apart. I remember they told me how they felt everything and nothing at the same time, real poetic than one.” He takes another sip. “They missed you so much while I hated your guts. I couldn’t think of you without seeing red and they couldn’t think of you without crying.” He swirled the drink in the can, looking down to his shuffling feet. “What did you guys do to survive?”

✶ “I enrolled them into a high school. I didn’t want them to be stupid like me, ya know? And while they were in highschool, I started my business which earned us money to get by.” Stan told him. “Would you even call what you did a business?” Ford said with his eyebrow raised. “Hey!” Stan rolled his eyes, placing the can of soda down on the floor. “Once we got banned from a few states, [Name] put their foot down and encouraged me to get a job. And guess what, I landed a pretty good job! My history of stealing peoples money was long gone, until now,” Stan quietly said the last part. “And we were living pretty comfortably. I got us a nice house, a good car and [Name] graduated highschool and they got a job as manager of some sort, can’t really remember.” Stan scratched his chin idly. “They were on their way to move out and take their business elsewhere when you decided to show your face.” Stan cleared his throat, looking at Ford. “They talked about you a lot.” He softly added. “I saw how they lit up when they saw me for the first time. They looked so much older.” Ford said. “I mean, yeah, that’s what happens when you miss, like, 10 years of their life.” Ford ignored Stan’s comments and mulled over his thoughts. After a moment, he spoke up. “Thank you for talking about them, Stan.” Stan shot him a smile. “Of course, talking about them wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be.” Since then, Stan would share stories of you whenever Ford asked, ranging from embarrassing ones, to one’s where it was a little harder for Stan to tell. But in the end, it brought them closer together and kept the memory of you alive.

✶ Much to Ford’s dismay, the whole shack was rearranged to be a tourist trap. By day, they were busy ripping people of their money and by night, they buried themselves in their work, fixing what they could while simultaneously searching for the second book. And before they knew it, they were in their late 50’s. Adjusting his fez, he smiles at himself through the mirror. “Stan!” Ford bursts through his room, starling Stan. “Geez, Ford! A little warning next time?” Ford stammers over to him. “No time for that!” He huffs out. “The book! I-I can’t find it!” Stan’s face falls. “What?! What happened to it?” Ford opened his mouth to answer when Soos yelled out; “Mr. Pines!” Stan curses to himself, that must be the kids. “Do you have any idea where it could be?” Stan asks. Out of all the days something could’ve gone wrong, why today? “I think maybe the gnomes took it?” Stan was ready to scream again when Soos called for them again. “I want you to go and look for the book.” Stan insisted, pointing a finger at him. “I’m not coming with you to get Dipper and Mabel?” Ford gasped out, his hand slapping on his chest. “No! Because you lost the book!” Stan pointed an accusatory finger at him. “I lost the book? It was probably a gnome who took it!” Ford defended. “How are you so sure that a gnome even took it?” Ford scratched the back of his neck nervously. “They may or may not have knocked me out just a few moments ago.” Stan was so ready to deck him in the face when Soos came into the room. “Mr. Pines!” He pointed outside. “The kids are here!” “We know that, Soos.” The twins spat out. “But there’s this wolf mailman dude, and I really don’t trust him and he’s probably like eating the kids right now at the bus stop!” Soos rambled out. While Stan carried an unimpressed face, Ford’s face twisted to one of horror. “We need to pick them up now!” Unfortunately for Stan, both Soos and Ford have a rising suspicion that the mailman is a wolf in a human disguise. But the man was just hairy! Ford pulled Stan along and got inside his car. Starting up the car, Stan let out an exhausted sigh. “How did puny little gnomes knock you out?” He asked, backing out of his parking spot and onto the road. “I was busy reading when they knocked me out cold! I don’t think they intended to steal the journal, when I was waking back up they realized and grabbed the nearest object possible and ran out of there.” Stan sighed, tapping his finger on the wheel. “I really can’t believe you sometimes.” He mutters. “It wasn’t my fault, Stanley!”

✶ Coming to a complete stop, Ford rolled down the windows, a large smile on his face when his eyes landed on his favorite great nieces. “Grunkle Ford!” They cheer, equally large smiles on their faces. “Hey, hey!” Stan watched as they stumbled into the car with their bulky backpacks skidding against the roof. “Where’s my love?” Stan exclaimed. “Right here, Grunkle Stan.” Mable giggled, wrapping her arms around Stan’s neck and nuzzling her face into his shoulder. “That’s more like it,” Stan grinned, gingerly patting her back. “Now where’s the sweaty one? I’m missing one!” Dipper sighed, a playful roll to his eyes. “I’m right here,” Mable pulled away from Stan and swiftly latched herself to Ford. “C’mon, give your old grunkle some sugar.” Dipper cringed. “Don’t ever say that again, Grunke Stan.” He said, hugging Stan. “I say what I want, kid! We live in a free country for a reason.” The drive home was full of conversation, the twins telling their grunkle’s stories from school and their home life. Stan and Ford made the conscious effort to comment and react to everything they said, if not Mable would make sure they did by repeating what they said over and over again. When the Mystery Shack came into view, they both shoved their face against the window, marveling at the shack. “Is this what Grunkle Stan is always talking about when we call him?” Mable’s hot breath fogged up the window. “Yup. And now you guys get to see it.” Ford gestured to the shack, smiling proudly. He had soon come to love the shack he and Stan worked on, he will never admit that out loud though. Parking in his usual spot, he turns to the kids. “Get yourself settled in, alright?” They wasted no time jumping out of the car and scampering off into the shack. “And don’t touch anything!” A jar crashing onto the floor was heard in the distance. “They don’t listen, do they?” Stan shook his head. “Alright, poindexter, what are we going to do about the book?” He started, looking at Ford who pulled at his turtle neck anxiously. “We have to wait till tonight to look for it.” Tonight came and they were too wrapped up with the twins that they couldn’t go out and search for the third book. Their schedules became so busy that a week had passed and they still were waiting to find an empty slot in their schedules to find the book but it never came.

✶ “Grunkles! Grunkles!” Mable came running at them at full speed. “Woah there, kiddo!” Ford swooped Mable up from the floor. “You almost bumped into me.” He laughed, putting her back down on the ground. “That was the plan.” She giggled. “But I have something to ask!” She shoved her hand inside the pocket of her skirt. She pulled out a photo, a very specific photo that Stan had kept in his room. She pointed at the person in the middle. “Who is this?” She asks. “Mable!” Dipper rushed to the living room. Bending over, he hoisted himself up by propping his arms on his knees. He wheezed out, his eyes locking onto the tense scene in front of him. “Did she already ask about the photo?” Silence was his response. Breaking out of his trance, Stan swiped the photo out of Mable’s hands. “Where did you find this?” Stan’s eyes flickered between the photo and Mable. “In your room.” A flash of emotions went through Stan’s face. Why was Mable in his room? Why did she pick this photo out of all the things in his room? He spiraled. He wasn’t expecting to speak of you to someone who had no idea of your existence. Stan’s heart crumpled into a pathetic ball. The twins had never met you. Ford took notice of Stan’s unnaturally quiet nature. “Kids, why don’t you go to your rooms?” Ford said, kneeling down to their height. “But why?” Mable whined, pouting. “Because we need to decide if we are ready to tell you, okay?” Ford gave a knowing look to Dipper who understood that this wasn’t an easy topic. Dipper told something to Mable and with a worried look, she dejectedly followed him up to their room. “Stan?” He looks over to Stan who was shakily pulling out a packet of cigarettes. “I thought you quit, Stanley?” Ford watched sadly as he walked inside the kitchen and searched for a lighter, when he did he pocketed it and walked back out. “It’s either I drink or I smoke.” Stan said, heading towards the porch. Ford followed after him, shutting the door behind him. “You want one?” Stan offered the pack and he debated for a moment before denying his request. Stan brought the cigar to his lips. He cupped his hand around the cigar as he lit it up with his lighter. Taking a deep drag of the smoke, he allowed himself to relax, welcoming the familiar feeling of the smoke filling his lungs. “We don’t have to tell them if you don’t want to.” Ford spoke, watching the puff of gray smog lighty cover his vision momentarily. “I don’t think we have a choice here.” Stan takes another long drag from the cigarette. “We can tell them we’re not ready yet.” Ford reasons. “I think it’s time they should know about [Name].” Stan stares at the late afternoon sky. “It was just all so sudden and I didn’t know how to react. It all went downhill from there.” Stan twiddled his cigarette between his fingers. “You don’t have to explain yourself, Stanley. I know how you feel.” A comfortable silence blanketed the both of them warmly. “Do you ever wonder what [Name] would think about the twins?” Ford breaks the silence, glancing at Stan from the corner of his eye. Stan wistfully smiled, stubbing out his cigarette on the floor. “[Name] would have loved the twins.”

✶ Stan looked between the twins. “So, whaddya wanna know?” He asks. “Who are they!” Mable shouted. “They are our younger sibling.” Ford said. Mable’s face exploded into shock. “We have a secret Great Aunt/Grunkle?” Mable couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “Where are they?” Dipper questioned. “They’re somewhere,” Stan said with a strained voice. “Where is somewhere?” Mable cocked her head to the side. “They’re out exploring the world.” Ford horribly lied. Mable frowned. “You can tell us if they’re dead, Grunkles. You don’t have to hide it from us.” Stan took a harsh deep breath in. “They aren’t dead, pumpkin. We just have no idea where they’re at.” Mable nodded her head in understanding. “Did you guys fall out?” Dipper asked with a tiny frown. “Yeah. A terrible fight broke out and they left.” Ford gazed at the photo of the three of them when they were young, clueless of the world and just happy to be surrounded by one another. “I’m so sorry.” Mable’s excitement was no longer there and was replaced by sadness for her poor Grunkle’s. “It’s okay, dear. No need to apologize.” Ford assured Mable with a smile. “[Name] is a wonderful person,” This was the first time Stan had talked about you in a present tense and he couldn’t tell if he liked that or not. “I hope one day you get to meet them.”

✶ Unbeknownst to the two older twins, Dipper had found journal three when Stan instructed him to go out and put out signs in the woods. But they didn’t find out that Dipper had it until he had shown the book to Ford and Stan after the events that had followed them the past few days. “Gideon nearly destroyed the whole town trying to find it!” Dipper said. Stan pretended to feign interest as he skimmed through the pages. “I don’t know what it means, or who wrote it, but after all we’ve been through,” He looks at Mable and smiles, directing attention to his Grunkle’s who were trying their hardest to hide their actual feelings. “Maybe you guys should finally know about it too.” He grinned. “I’m glad you showed us this, Dipper.” Stan shut the book closed. “Uhm, Grunkle Stan. Why does Grunkle Ford look like he’s about to crap himself?” Mable looked concerned for her Grunkle. Everyone turned their attention to Ford who weakly smiled at them. “Excuse him. He’s still shaken–” Ford yanked Stan by the sleeve and pulled him out of the twins room. “We need to go to the lab now!” Ford whispered. “I know that, Stanford! But at least let us pretend we don’t give a ratsass for this book!” He whispered back. “We’ll be back!” Ford awkwardly excused him and Stan. The twins heard their Grunkle speedily walk down the stairs. “Do you think I’m ever going to get that book back?” Mable shrugged.

✶ Placing the books right next to each other, Ford flipped to the pages containing the blueprints. He connected the books together, showing the full plan of the portal. Stan read the instructions and swung over to the controls, he flipped the exact switches that were told to be switched. The lights around the portal flickered on. “Oh my god!” Ford laughed out in surprise. “Is this actually going to work?” Stan and Ford rush over to the portal. Their hearts thrumming against their chest. Together, they pulled the lever. With a click, it moved to the other side and the portal hummed. Zaps of electricity emitted from the portal as it powered back on. A rush of wind blew by Stan and Ford as the portal swirled to life. Ford shook his head in disbelief. “Can’t believe we did it, huh?” Stan says with a smile. “I thought we were never going to get this portal turned on.” Stan claps his back. “Well, believe it!”

✶ Ford was so sure they weren’t going to get caught. He was so absolutely sure. The plan he made to steal the nuclear waste was perfect, there was no room for error. But it seemed like the universe had other plans. He never imagined himself getting pinned to a cop car with cuffs around his wrists. This was more of a Stanley thing, and yet here he is, getting arrested. “This is all just a big misunderstanding!” Ford cried out, his cheek squished against the hood of the cop car. “Guys, can’t I give you some money?” Stan approached them with his hands in his pockets. They all watched him nervously, guns aimed and men ready to tackle him down. “Grunkle Stan, maybe you shouldn’t!” Mable grabs Stan’s hand and pulls him back. “You guys got the wrong guy, my brother is innocent!” Stan argues. “Oh, we’ve been watching your family all summer and we have seen some pretty disturbing things. Whoever you think your brother is, he is not what he seems.” They shove Ford into a car. “Guys!” Ford calls, the door slamming shut on him. Stan watches as they drive off with Ford, his head spinning. “As for you guys, we were removing you off the property.” The guy with a mustache said, directing them to another cop car that was beside them. “No, you can’t!” Stan felt helpless. He just wants you back, why is this so difficult? The chaos spiraled into madness and suddenly, Stan was in the lab, begging the kids to not turn off the portal. “This’ll end the world, Grunkle Stan. Why can’t you see that?” Dipper had his hands hovering dangerously close to the button. “Just listen to me, kid. It’ll make sense later, just don��t press the button.” He walked towards them but was soon taken off his feet. “Brace yourselves!” They all rise up, twirling and thrashing around the room. “T-Minus, thirty five seconds.” The robotic voice said. Dipper had grabbed onto a beam and told Mable to reach for the button. Using the cable wrapped on her foot, she inched herself close to the button. “Mable, wait, wait!” Stan pushed him off the wall and tried reaching towards her. Soos dove straight for Stan and wrapped himself around him, apologizing to him. “Soos, what’re you doing?!” Dipper followed what Soos did and yelled at Mable to turn it off.

✶ “Stop!” Everyone looked around and they all gasped when their eyes landed on Ford. “Mabel, don’t listen to Dipper. Listen to me,” Ford pushed himself toward the nearest beam. He coiled his arm around it, securing himself. “Do you trust me and Stan, Mable?” Ford firmly asked, his eyes locked with Mabel. “I do!” She desperately said. “Then trust us when we tell you to not push the button.” Mabel looked to Dipper who was widely shaking his head. “Okay,” She raises her hands above her head. “I trust you guys.” She let herself float up, away from the button. “Mable, no–!” A white flash envelops them whole.

✶ They all roughly made contact with the floor. With a groan, Stan rubbed his head, his head lifting up towards the portal. The portal flickered with wandering electricity. Ford held his breath, eyes fixed on the portal as he waited. A black figure barreled out of the portal, their head whipping towards it. “Close the portal!” You yelled, your hand wrapping around a gun that was hoisted in their waist. You turned their attention back to Stan and Ford. “Close the portal!” You repeated louder this time. In the distance, they all heard a loud distorted guttural grumble. Ford got up from his feet and rushed over to the control panel, flicking all the switches down. “Switch the lever off!” Switching the gun to your other hand, you aimed it at the portal and with your free hand, you pulled the lever. Before whatever monster was chasing you could catch up, the portal sputtered close. You held your chest, catching your breath. The rush of adrenaline you felt passed and you were immediately struck with pain. “Thank you.” You whisper, clutching your side. You think you can manage and to prove it, you take one wobbly step forward. You tried to take another but you collapsed to your knees, blood splattering on the floor below you. “[Name]!” Stan yelled, he darted towards you. “Stanley?” You croaked out. You blinked in surprise. “Is that really you?” Your question falls on deaf ears as Stan yells for medical supplies. Ford comes rushing to your side, inspecting the upper half of your body. “Stanford’s here too?” You felt your body teeter from side to side. “Is Mom and Dad gonna pop up?” You joke, your body crashing onto Ford. “[Name], can….hear…?” Stan’s voice fades in and out. “What did you say?” Your eyes squint at Stan. “Here, Grunkle…” You could hear a high pitched voice and you go to look for it but your vision has gone hazy. “They’re slipping…out of…” You really wished you understood what they were saying. And without even realizing, your eyes closed on you.

✶ You feel a warmth tickle your face causing you to stir awake. “Oh my gosh, it worked!” A voice spoke. “Mable!” A prepubescent voice filled your ears. “What is with all this talking?” You sleepily grumbled out, peeling your eyes open to see two tween kids staring right at you with big wondrous eyes. “Hi, I’m Mable! I’m your great niece.” She introduced herself. “Great niece?” You groggily got up. “Where am I?” You ask, blinking as your vision comes back to you. “You’re in the Mystery Shack!” She tells you with a chipper attitude. “Mystery Shack?” You look down to see that your original outfit you wore was now discarded somewhere and instead wore a large baggy white tee and heart pajama pants. “What am I wearing?” You pinched at your clothes. “Kids!” A gruff voice was heard behind the doors. “Oh shoot!” Mable looked around the room. “Where do we hide?” Dipper whispered, his eyes darting under the bed. “Go under the bed!” Dipper said, diving straight under. “Please don’t tell Grunkle Stan that we’re here!” She pleaded. “Uhm, yeah?” She beamed and hid right under the bed. In an instant, the door was pushed open and your eyes locked on your brothers. Your brain processed it for a moment, wait… “Stanley, Stanford?!” A gasp leaves Ford. “Why are you awake! You’re supposed to be resting.” Ford scolded. You didn’t pay attention to Ford’s scolding, wrapped up in the moment of seeing your twin brothers living and breathing right in front of you. “Are you guys real?” You try to blink away the tears that were obstructing your view. “Of course we are silly.” Stan laughed, sitting down on the bed right next to you and wrapping you in a side hug. “Stan…” You cried. You had spent countless nights, shouldering the knowledge that you weren’t going to see your brothers ever again. That haunted you every single day from the moment you woke up to the minute you went to sleep. Here you are, proven wrong for once in your life. And it feels so good to be held by Stan again, feels so good to have a familiar feeling wash into your senses again. “How?” You ask, peeling yourself away from Stan’s shoulder, wiping the tears away. “We just kept trying and trying.” Ford told you, a somber smile on his lips. “Oh, Ford. Come here!” You grab his wrist and tug him into the bed. The action caused you to drag and flop all of them on the bed with you. Tearful laughter erupts in the room. “I apologize for the scare earlier,” You say, your hand pressing against your side. “Don’t apologize. It wasn’t your fault.” Stan said. “No, really.” You begin to unwrap the gauze around your waist, ignoring Ford and Stan’s protest. “I heal quickly.” You point to your already sealed up gash. The only thing left to prove that you were injured was the thin scar that spread across. Ford gawks in awe. “You need to tell me an in depth story detailing every single thing you have been doing for the past thirty years.” Ford said with so much seriousness you laughed. “Bu-but you passed out. Ford said it was from blood loss!”

✶ “I only passed out because my body needs to shut down momentarily to heal up my wounds.” You tell him matter of factly. “Oh, great. Now we have another snobby nerd.” Stan joked. “Oh, stop it! You are too, considering you fixed the portal alongside with Mr. Branic over here.” You jabbed a thumb over to Ford who yelled out, “Hey!” in offense. “Hello family!” Mable popped out from under the bed. The three of you screamed loudly in fear, clutching each other. “Woah, didn’t mean to scare you guys!” She helped Dipper out from under the bed. “I just wanted to say that you guys are so adorable!” She squealed, pouncing onto the bed. “I can’t believe I have a Great Aunt/Grunkle who has traveled throughout dimensions. Isn’t that so cool?” She kicked her feet in excitement. “What kinds of monsters did you see out there?” Dipper asked, climbing onto the bed and settling himself between you, Ford and Stan. “A lot.” You respond with a smile. “I never caught your brother's name.” You say, booping Dipper’s nose. “His name is Dipper!” Mable pulls him close to her, cheek to cheek. “We’re twins.” She mentioned. “So it runs in the family, huh?” You elbow the two sets of other twins you had the misfortune to partially grow up with. “Guess so,” Stan smiled. “Let’s play a get to know each other game.” Mable offered. Everyone surprisingly agreed. “Okay, let’s start with Great Aunt/Grunkle [Name]. Tell us about yourself.” The rest of the afternoon was spent catching up with the family and when the game was over, the twins had left, leaving you with Stan and Ford. “Thank you guys for not giving up on me.” You say into the hug. “We’re family! How could we ever abandon you?” Ford replies. An awkward cough emitted from you and Stan looked off to the side. “Oh.” The last thirty years had been rough, for you and the twins, but it was nice knowing that it ended with the three of you once again reunited at last.

IT'S DONNE, and again if you guys want more i'll write more but till then i think this concludes word/insured YIPPIE

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multi-fandom-imagine · 8 months ago

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What are the Stan twins reactions to a reader who cries during sex (because of pleasure, not anything bad)?

•Stanley Pines•

Thinks he did something wrong and stops the act, Stan honestly thinks he is hurting you and he doesn't want that. That is the last thing that Stan wants, so he starts looking you over.

His hands cupping your cheeks as he starts to apologize over and over.

It took you a moment to realize what was actually going on. A soft laugh leaving your lips as you cupped the mans cheeks doing your best to reassure him that he was in fact not hurting you.

That he was making you feel good, he can't help but have his confidence boost a little knowing that he fucks you so well that you get tears in your eyes.

•Stanford Pines•

He knows, oh does he know what that means seeing those tears slide down your cheeks and god does he like it.

Ford loves to tease you to the point where you are begging for a release. He loves to hear your little whimpers of pleasure as he fucks you.

He knows just how to make you beg and sob, Ford loves to kiss your tears away. He of course makes sure that you really are crying from pleasure. He doesn't like knowing he is hurting you.

You mean to much to him, you're so important to him.

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aimasup · 16 days ago

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Is your cat bill gonna be put down

Susan: "the pound tried to put him down before :D so he got them"

Stan and Ford: ah, understood.

Before officially setting sail, the Stans thought maybe they could bring Bill onto the boat, just to get him acclimated

First their new engine became rusted junk overnight. Then their sails got torn out in the water. Then the walls started bleeding. So this wasn't sustainable

Right that moment, Wendy called. Turns out she heard of the creature from Dipper and was like oh free cat fr? sweet

She visited them for more info. When she had to go back to college for a new semester, she took him with her. He's been running rampant there ever since

Bill has tried to kill her before. Like the Mystery Twins and the Grunkles, she's pretty good at surviving attempted murder. Though she's more annoyed than anything else at it.

She is a major procrastinator when it comes to assignments. It's her curse

Wendy is actually taking her studies seriously now because she's the first Corduroy to go to college, and she's mostly left her rebellious teen days behind. She does care about this opportunity!

That doesn't mean she doesn't appreciate a good dose of domestic terrorism.

Bill's hauntings only spice up the students' lives <3 improvise adapt overcome

The trees are blinking and chanting? Class is cancelled yippee. Wildlife is acting hostile? The drunk partygoers were already pissing them off way before Bill arrived. School equipment getting mouldy or broken - they were already pretty bad before. No one really noticed that one.

And Bill has no specific attachment to anyone there so no more dead body 'gifts'

No one is even able to confirm that Wendy is the one who brought this plague upon their land. In the very least they can't get that information out of her or anyone who knows her 🤭

He does favours for Wendy, provided she do something for him in turn. They've communicated this wordlessly through nods and glances and expressions.

Bill's just a guy she knows at this point, they don't live together, she's not directly responsible for his food and bed situation, he's a campus cat now

Students are spending money on fresh meat to feed Bill by hand. Wendy informed them that he likes Bolognese sauce

There's shrines to Bill in corners of the school praying to him for good grades

The college had no choice but to make him the new mascot, after multiple linked cases of violent mascot costume maulings and reports of nightmares over several weeks

Staff took down the shrines once and bad things happened. So the Bill shrines went back up

All in good fun of course (?)

Now that Bill has a whole campus worth of humans who both fear and adore him, speaking of him in rumour and giving him offerings, he's...chilled out??

He only bites people gently. He purrs and flirts and crashes lectures. He raises his hackles and hisses at empty spaces regularly.

In other words he behaves almost like a regular cat of average intellect.

Nobody has died yet, that's all we need to hear 👍

He is going to outlive this school and Wendy tolerates him

#my art #gravity falls #wendy corduroy #cat bill #bill cipher #stanford pines #stanley pines #queued post

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mychapel-004 · 8 months ago

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watching people fight over how canon the book of bill is while completely mischaracterising bill is such a strange experience

yes he’s a liar. yes he’s a manipulator. yes he is so distant from any semblance of humanity that he is literally incapable of regret, empathy or remorse, or at least admitting to himself that he feels it.

but he’s also TERRIBLE at it. he’s a total loser. he’s objectively bad at the one task he’s spent lifetimes on. throughout history he attempts to sweet talk many, many different figures into building his portal and it rarely goes down well. multiple civilisations are aware of his existence and the sole reason we know this is because they hated him and invented their own ways of keeping him out. he has been consistently rejected by humanity at every turn, only coming close to completing his goal when he literally possessed a dead man and formed a cult.

ford is the only person who really, truly fell for the act. not just that, but bill didn’t even have to pretend to physically be someone else to get him hooked. ford took him as he was.

all this to say, bill is absolutely a grifter who will say anything to get what he wants, which means a lot of BOB is just sweet talk, carrot and stick, he’s just saying what the reader wants to hear. but that’s not the important bit.

bill is a liar but he wraps the truth up in layers of misdirection, doublespeak and lies. a monster really did destroy his homeworld. him and ford really were going to change the world. he even addresses this in the book, he lies until it becomes the truth. a lot of bill’s characterisation is shown in the gaps between his lies, it’s all in the fault lines, in a similar way to stan. he’s a very meta character, but ultimately he’s still a character and he still behaves in ways that are designed to convey meanings to the audience.

of course he’s lying in the book of bill, but he’s also telling the truth, in addition to bits of info from other sources that he is unable to edit like the theraprism section. it’s fun to have a character who lies a lot, but it would be a pointless exercise to have an entire book be non-canon and false, especially when we get much more interesting character work from the parts where he runs out of lies and his only options are desperate truths.

anyway. people wanting to enjoy canon info in a canon book isn’t just them “being easily manipulated” or stupid, and you aren’t a better fan for not believing it

#eden rambles #gravity falls #thisisnotawebsitedotcom #bill cipher #book of bill #billford #gravity falls meta #can you tell i saw some very specific tweets abt this #no hate to anyone but. its just so boring to look at all the great character work in BOB and write it all off as a calculated lie

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joyfulhottubfuntik · 1 month ago

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Something that deals me psychic damage is when kid Stan is portrayed as trying to make Ford laugh all the time. Trying to distract him from every single bad thing that was going on, to protect him. I mean, they were both always defending and helping each other, but Ford was the one who needed it more, so Stan assumed the role of the protector more often than not and it stuck with him.

Of course, in some cases, like with bullies, there were simple solutions: put up enough of a fight so that they will not bother again. Other stuff is different though. Things like Ford's hands, their parents and other adults in their lives. Here they'd just have to endure it, but Stan would still try to shield him from those as much as possible. And that's achieved by being a well of positivity and hiding his own emotions.

I also feel like Ford would buy it and think that yes, Stan really is just that cheerful and uncaring about all the bad stuff, perhaps willfully ignorant. I think it would start to annoy him a bit. Cause he has always known that his brother isn't stupid, just lazy (at least that's how it looked to him). This would seem like more of that. Him avoiding responsibility and difficulty

#one big thing about Ford is os that he unconditionally loves his brother but doesn't understand him a lot of the times #and doesn't understand until it's too late and att he's left to do is apologize #but also agrh Stan learning to put on the mask of being happy and carefree to get approval from others #gravity falls #stan pines #stanley pines #ford pines #stan twins #stanford pines #grunkle stan #stangst

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jinxthequeergirl · 9 months ago

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The Ol Switcharoo (pt7)

Ford x reader/stan x reader

Summary: You realize the two people you thought to be your best friends are actually strangers and take up the task of talking to one of them

Warning: none!

Hi! I hope this is angsty enough for you freaks(lovingly) who ASKED for angst. (I wrote this part completely zooted so hopefully it's good)

Enjoy!

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The household dynamic wasn't the same anymore. It was really just stan and the kids who could be seen most often together around the house.

You found yourself as more of a ghost haunting the place.

You didn't care much to come out of your room much like a sulken teenager. Not when those two strangers were also out. You'd warmed back up to the kids around a week or two. Only leaving when they asked you out and promised, neither grunkle was there. Of course, Mable had to know your every thought and feeling about them.

Most of the time though you found them coming to your room just to talk.

Mable came to you most offten.

"I don't like how everything's changed around here...I mean I like having another Grunkle... but I don't ever see him... I don't see YOU anymore either." You hummed in response, signaling for her to continue as you did her hair.

"And I'm almost in high school! And my high school dreams are ruined! Everything fun about this summer has changed, and it feels bad." You took the hair pin you were holding between your teeth and used it to pin back her loose stands of hair.

"Mable growing up is just a part of life... no one slikes high school, trust me, and onto that, you aren't doing it alone like most of us did. You're always gonna have Dipper." You reassured her. "There!" You held up a mirror for her to see.

"I like it...can we try this one now?" She asked, holding up a picture of a magazine. You rolled your eyes and pulled the freshly formed hairdo down.

"I know Dipper will be with me, but I've been worried we'll end up like...." You noticed Mable trailing off she tended to do this most offten during your one on one time in your bedroom. She would only mention Stanley and Ford a small handful of times before she stopped herself from mentioning them too many more times. It was clearly an unspoken rule she had set in place for your comfort.

"Mable...I didn't know Ford had a brother... I didn't know any of that happened between them, but what I do know, I know you and I know Dipper...what you two have is special you are inseparable trust me!" Mable seemed to lighten up a bit at your confident words.

"You always know how to cheer me up y/n." You you chuckled lightly while focusing on her hair again. There was quiet, only the faint sound of sev'ral timez playing.

"You know... I know it might feel a little hard right now... but don't you think you could talk to both of them? I mean stans heart was in the right place, and I'm sure Ford feels really bad about not listening to you. You give great advice. How could he not!?"

"This is just one of those things..."

"But I miss having you around to help make dinner! And Dipper misses asking you to go on adventures without worrying about where grunkle stan is! I mean, what about your feelings for them!? Wherent those real!? Don't you still feel that way?" Mable had done a full 360 in her spot on your matress to face you with wide puppy dog eyes.

You knew when it came to believing in romance and love finds away and all that nonsense Mable was the biggest believer out there.

"I don't know what I feel for either of them right now, mable ... that's why it's so hard to talk to them right now..." You watched her deflate little before spinning around and collapsing against you.

"Fine! Let's talk about something less... mushy feeling!" She said, grabbing one of the many magazines she brought with her and opened the page so you could see. Eventually she'd fallen asleep and Dipper came looking for her.

You helped bring her up to their shared bedroom.

"Thanks for still talking to us?" Dipper said as you closed the door. "I would never turn my back on you, never Dipper." He smiled and gave you a quick nod. "Good night y/n."

"Goodnight, Dip."

As you ascended the stairs, you heard rustling. Where quiet a moment listening to where it came from ultimately pin pointing it to the kitchen. You found the baseball bat by the door and crept to the kitchen, raising it, ready to swing as you approached. But in the blue light of the fridge, you remembered.

you weren't the only ghost haunting the house lately.

"Oh! I, uh, I'm sorry I didn't mean to wake you!..." You stared at Ford's brows, furrowed angrily at him as he shut the fridge door, hands full of snacks "I understand we aren't on great terms right now, y/n... but the bat?" He asked, pointing to your weapon still raised high in the air.

You lowered it, leaning it against the wall and turning on the light. Ford stared at you in a way you couldn't place, like he was studying you. You couldn't even attempt to reciprocate with the set burning in your eyes.

"I'm sorry I was just leaving-" He said breaking the staring contest.

"This is your house." You mutter walking past him to the fridge.

"Our house." He corrected.

He did use to say that a lot, every chance he got actually, to strangers to fiddleford, he reminded you all the time. Use to.

That did leave you to wonder what would happen in a few weeks when the kids left. What would happen between you, the Pines brothers, and the house. Part of you assumed you'd leave. Part of you didn't want to.

You scanned the fridge, still feeling Fords presence in the room. You sighed, shutting the door.

Mable had a way of tugging at your heart strings. "Can't you just talk to them?"

Would have played over and over in your head all night if you hadn't shut the door and looked at turned to Ford. "Are you going to share that?" You asked, pointing to one of the containers in his hand.

You could visibly see him perk up.

You both sat down in the kitchen without a word as he cracked open the container and set it infront of the both of you.

You both took turns picking from it and eating in silence. Ford still staring at you like he'd never seen you before. In a way you supposed that was almost the case.

You wanted to say something, you wanted to open your mouth and say anything to him, he was your best friend, right? But every time you attempted it felt like you'd forgotten how to talk.

Ontop of that, what would you even say to him? Where would you start?

"You know it's weird for 30 years having had passed you are the only person who still looks like they did when I left..."

You blinked at him. There was slight relief he was starting. "I thought about you every day...about how mad you'd be when you brought me home...never this, though."

"So...what's changed in 30 years? Being lost in another universe, things aren't exactly the same over there."

He was easing you into it.

"Well..." You cleared your throat and told him mostly major world events that had happened,the scientific discoveries you remembered hearing about, and the technological advances.

You ended up talking like you used to. You even laughed. Ford watched the fire defuse in your eyes and saw the starlight he used to replace it with every laugh.

He'd changed. He was still your Ford...he was still Ford but different.

"I...Feel like I know you... but I don't...I don't know you anymore! It feels almost like we've never met." You admitted to him.

"And what's crazier is, too? I thought I DID know you... which makes this worse." Ford let your words sink in a moment. He understood what you meant.

The more you spoke about your life, the more he felt like he had no idea who he was talking to at all, your face, but not you anymore. Different likes and interests. Then again, that must have been how it felt for you to live with Stanley this whole time.

He cleared his throat and stood. You assumed he was leaving. Instead, he pulled out a piece of paper.

"Y/n...I have something I would like to say."

"You wrote me a speech?" You asked, looking up at him. "Well.. it's more of an apology... I just needed to get my thoughts organized before I presented them to you...then, of course, you've been hiding, but that doesn't matter now." He cleared his throat once again.

"I am sorry. Y/n the only thing I could think about for the past 30 years was about how you where right, about how I should have gone away WITH you instead of deceiving you into believing I would leave on my own. You were only trying to do what was best for me. You always have. Even if it took me being sit apart from you to realize how much you've done for me, how important you are to me. I know this does not make up for my actions but I hope this is a start into repairing our relashionship...friendship."

You smiled lightly and stood up, extending your hand. He grinned and took your hand, shaking it.

Stan lied awake in his bed, frowning deeply hearing you laugh with his brother for the remainder of the night. Sure, he messed up, but did the time you shared mean nothing?

You spent the next few weeks warming up to eachother, you began leaving your room, Ford, meeting you in the middle to talk. Luckily, you had plenty of stories to tell each other. And lots to talk about.

You noticed Dipper following Ford. You smiled at the sight of Dipper with Ford, they where a perfect duo. You felt like things were slipping back into place. You started talking to stan too. Not much, only greetings in passing or a quick conversation about the kids here and there.

The only thing different was Ford wasn't the only person you found yourself able to talk to.

"You're really just going to forgive him like that!?" Bill voice echoed around your mind. You shrugged in response.

You began a weekly meeting with Bill. You found he was of good use. He let you vent about stan and Ford, being an interdemensinal being means having lots of cool powers that let you blow off steam.

Tonight was just a normal of one of these "hangouts"

"He wrote a whole, sincere apology...he was my friend at one point, and i even -"

You could see Bill make a disappointed expression. "After all he put you through!? After never once showing you any feeling, you're really going to pull "I even had feelings for him once." Card? He was a different man back then."

You sighed.

"Listen, I say don't trust it, he's always down in that basment, right!? He's not once invited you back there to help him he's hiding something from you. "

"Oh, like you'd know you don't exist outside of my mind! You wouldn't know what it's like with him."

"Believe me, I know more than you know... but if that's how you really feel..." He extended his hand a blue flame engulfing it.

"Lend me your body for a few hours, and I can prove to you that Stanford Pines doesn't have your best interest."

"Why!?" You asked recoiling from him. "Why do you care so much about Ford not being trust worthy?"

"C'mon y/n! Have I ever steered you wrong!?" You chewed on your lip thinking about it.

You just wanted to be certain you could let him back into your life. You thought about it.

Just to be certain, you agreed with yourself and shook his hand.

Ford stared at the contents of a jar while once again crawling in his notebook, though he wasn't even noting the creator on the page.

Ford found himself once again filling pages with your likeness. He'd forgotten the hold you actually had on him until you began opening back up to him.

He would admit he missed the you that used to love all the science and engineering. But he was particularly fond of the version you'd grown into. He hadn't realized, but most of his time was spent in a daze over you. He also found himself wondering what exactly your relationship with Stanley was. He knew you two still wheren not talking to eachother so he never got to ask.

He also feared he might not like what he heard, especially if it's what he thought it was between you two. He could feel jealous rise up in his chest when he thought about it. Which was ridiculous, of course. He wasn't here. Of course, you'd move on. You never stated the nature of your relationship with him when he was here. But that didn't change anything.

"Fordsy!.."He sat up right in right in his chair, blinking in shock at the call of your voice.

"Y/n!?" He quickly scattered, hiding the artwork from you.

"Uhm what are..what are you doing down here?"

He watched you walk in with your hands folded behind your back despite how you danced on the edge of shadow he could see something different about you.

Not just like the other good differences he's noticed in you.

"I just came to see you fordsy... "

His face flushed at the way you had said that.

"I..i.." You laughed.

It was different from your normal laugh. Between the flush you were causing him and the human voice. He would have never picked up on why it still sounded familiar.

You stepped into the small circle of light, closing a lot of space between you and Ford, your head hung low, as if you were embarrassed. "I have something to tell you sixer."

"Ye..yes? You can tell me anything!"

"I've always been kinda in love with you!" Before he could say anything, you leaned forward, throwing your whole body weight onto him, pushing him back against his desk.

Engulfing him in the deepest kiss, you could muster.holding his face in your hands. You pulled away a wild grin spread across your face. As you forced him to look at you.

"Did you miss me sixer!? Admit it, you missed me!!" You said rolling your eyes playfully, still smashing his face in your hands.

Ford nearly choked when your eyes met his.

"Do you like my new body sixer!?I picked it just for you!"

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1800bitchcraft · 3 months ago

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What if Ford and reader are having their first time together or about to when reader drops the bombshell that they're a virgin because they never felt a connection with anyone like that until him? I feel that might do something to him with his possessiveness and maybe even a slight ego boost despite the lick of shame and uncertainty at being the one to take their virginity, but it ends up turning him on way more than he expected? 😳

A/N: shut UP I LOVE THIS !!!!! Literally shrieked when I read it, my dog thought I was trying to play with her🤣 anyways, darling, I couldn't NOT write something for this it was too delicious! This ran away from me a lil bit and turned into a full blown fic but I hope you like it!

CW: fingering, first times, virginity kink, oral (F!receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, cumming inside, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, i think that's it??

!!! MDNI OR I WILL SCREAM !!!

Smut under the cut

Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tick.

You glanced at the clock on your wall, nervously smoothing down your skirt. 6:52 PM. The clock seemed to glare back at you, or was that just your own reflection staring back at you from the glass? You bounced your knee, nerves kicking up a storm in your belly. Your eyes darted to the coffee table in front of you. The still full glass of wine you'd poured in the hopes it would calm your nerves.

It didn't.

You took a drink.

Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock.

You weren't nervous for any bad reason, per se. In fact, one could even say you were nervous for a very good reason, depending on your use of the word 'good.'" Tonight was your fifth date with your new beau, Ford Pines. He was something of an enigma to you, having heard the stories about him from when he'd first moved to town. But, hearing he was something of a recluse, you'd gone on thinking your curiosity would remain unsatiated. Then he'd wandered into your book shop late one afternoon and, well. The rest was history.

Really, he was perfect. Though, he would argue that fact with a frankly precious blush on his handsome face, he really was. He was everything you'd ever wanted in a boyfriend. He was kind, considerate, gentle. He listened to everything you had to say, every random bit of gossip or interest of yours, no matter how fleeting, he soaked in with rapt attention. And it certainly didn't hurt that he was so handsome.

Perfectly sculpted cheekbones and those warm brown eyes that never failed to make you melt. A strong jaw and fluffy grey curls streaked with silver that you loved to play with. He had a stockier build than what you were used to back home, but you couldn't say you didn't like it. Really, you probably liked it a little too much. It was... challenging, to say the least, to keep yourself from climbing the poor man like a tree. The only thing that really kept you from it were your own nerves, and the reason for your nerves tonight.

You had yet to tell him this, but, well, you were a virgin. It wasn't for any special reason like most people assumed. You weren't saving yourself for marriage and you weren't doing it for religious reasons. Though, you couldn't blame people for assuming that since you were a whole adult and could count on one hand the amount of sexual experiences you had in your life.

No, really, it was just the simple fact that you hadn't found anyone you liked that much. You'd tried to explain it to a previous boyfriend. That you didn't, couldn't, feel attracted to someone in that way until you'd developed feelings for them. But that had just resulted in a lot of confusion and hurt feelings, so you'd resigned yourself to the possibility that maybe you'd just be alone.

Of course, then Ford had to enter your life. It was cliche, you knew it, but he was just so patient and understanding. You loved how curious and genuinely in awe he still was of the world. And, eventually, over the course of your dates and the long, long hours spent together between them, you found yourself falling for the awkward, sweet nerd that had wandered into your shop.

So, you'd taken the liberty of preparing your date for the night. Ford always said he wanted to try your cooking, and you thought what better way to have this conversation than over a home cooked meal? And, who knew? Maybe you might finally take things to that level, instead of just making out on the couch and leaving frustrated and wanting more.

Just then, a knock on your door sounded.

"Coming!" You called out. You set your glass back down, now empty, and rushed to the door. When you opened it, there was your Stanford, standing on your porch as handsome as ever. He'd opted for a soft brown button up under an argyle patterned sweater vest in different complimenting shades of green. His slacks and shoes were brown to match and you blushed when you remembered the last time you'd seen him wear that sweater.

"You look..." Ford paused, seemingly at a loss for words as he drank in your form. It wasn't anything special, or so you would claim, but you looked like the brightest of jewels in Ford's eyes. "Incredible. As always." He finished with a soft smile, eyes coming back up to yours and you broke his gaze first, shy under the intensity of his attention but you loved it all the same.

"Oh stop," you waved him off, certain your cheeks were scarlet by now. Ford chuckled and you ushered him in. "You're just in time! I just finished making dinner," Ford smiled over his shoulder at you, turning to face you after hanging up his jacket in your coat closet.

"Oh? I'm excited to see what you've made," he reached out, wrapping an arm around your waist and tugging you close. You sighed as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, feeling safe and secure all wrapped up in his strong arms.

"Mmm well, it's a surprise," you murmured, voice lowered as he leaned in to press his forehead to yours. He hummed in acknowledgment but said nothing else, seemingly content to hold you and stare into your eyes. "A surprise that we will have to move to the kitchen for, if you want to see it," you smiled then, voice taking on a teasing edge. Ford sighed dramatically, straightening back up, though there was a simmering heat in his eyes that made you shiver.

"Well?" He asked, smirking down at you. "Lead the way." You blushed again, pulling away from him but keeping a hold of his hand as you lead him into the kitchen. You smiled when you felt his fingers interlace with yours.

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"You really do look incredible."

Ford was trying, desperately, to look at your face. To pay attention to the words you were saying, but after he'd fallen silent for just a little too long once more, you'd called his name. A soft, concerned look on your face as he blinked then looked back at you. A blush colored his cheeks.

"I'm sorry, I just- I'm getting distracted I guess," he huffed a laugh and you smiled. You set your wine glass back down on the coffee table, scooting closer to him just so you could drape your arm over the back of the couch, close enough to trail your fingers across his shoulder. Ford suppressed a shudder and took another long swallow of his wine before he set it down next to yours. He turned to face you, resolutely not looking at where your skirt had ridden up to flash a glimpse of your soft thighs.

"Distracted, hm?" You mused and Ford smiled, sheepish, when he caught the mischievous glint in your eyes.

"Yes." He huffed. "You distract me constantly, even when you're not there." His admission made your breath hitch, having not expected that. Your heart started to pound and Ford smirked. He leaned in closer, just to see the way your eyes dilated when he dropped his hand to rest on your knee, warm and comforting. Innocent, but with the potential for more.

"Oh?" You asked, breathless. "How do I do that?" Ford inhaled sharply, catching a deep lungful of your sweet, lightly spiced, perfume. It was intoxicating.

"I think of you an... alarming amount of the time," he mumbled and you giggled. Frankly, you were flattered by this new knowledge. But, of course, he didn't stop there. "I think about what you're doing, what your plans are for the day. I think about what you might've put on that morning as you got ready, sometimes I even wonder if it's that dress you wore on our first date. The one that drives me crazy." His voice was lowered, like this was a secret only you could know. You shivered, spellbound by this perfect man telling you how much and how often he wanted to.

"Yknow, I think about you too," you murmured softly. Ford hummed softly, a questioning lilt to it. He leaned in and you tensed slightly, awaiting a kiss that he planted on your cheek, instead. Then another, then another, then another. Trailing down to your jaw as his hand slowly slid up your thigh, feeling the soft skin beneath his fingers.

"And?" He drawled the word teasingly. You lifted your hands to press against his chest, grounding yourself. Suddenly you were painfully aware of how close he was, but you couldn't find it in you to stop him. You wanted, no, needed more. "What do you think about me, honey?" The pet name made you shiver and your thighs squeezed together on instinct. A groan rumbled in Ford's chest and you felt it more than heard it, vibrating beneath your fingertips.

"I- I think about your hands," you said finally. You felt breathless, heart pounding so hard you were dizzy, as his lips gently grazed your neck. It was a light, barely there touch but it felt like fire. He pressed a kiss to your skin then; firm and sudden and you thought you felt the barest flicker of his tongue. His hand squeezed your thigh, encouraging you.

"I think of how they feel when you touch me, how... easy you make it for me to feel desperate when you've hardly done anything." The words were leaving you in a rush, you couldn't stop them now. And, if the way Ford was gripping your thigh as his kisses began to linger longer and longer was anything to go by, he didn't want you to stop. "I think about your lips, how much I love kissing you. Or the way you grab my hips and squeeze them when you're overwhelmed."

Whatever else you were going to say was lost as Ford surged forwards suddenly, claiming your lips in a kiss. You melted into him, one hand sliding up his chest to curl around the back of his neck. A light pressure kept him close as you traded kisses that slowly grew more heated the longer they went on. It was a struggle to remember your original plan, especially when Ford was nipping lightly at your lower lip, soothing the sting with the tip of his tongue.

"Wait- wait, Ford h-hang on," you panted softly. Dimly, you wondered how you'd made it to this position, finding yourself sitting halfway in his lap. Stopping suddenly, Ford pulled away enough to look at you, pleased with the dazed and desirous look on your face.

"What? Is everything okay?" He murmured, brow creased with concern. You smiled, heart fluttering with fondness.

"No- I mean, yes, everything is fine I just- i wanted to talk to you about something before we get..." You paused. "...carried away." You finished with a blush, eyes darting to some distant corner. Ford hummed, as smile playing over his lips. You yelped as he suddenly gripped your hips, pulling you towards him until you sat fully in his lap, straddling him. He grinned up at you, unashamed in the slightest.

"Well, go on then. I'm all ears," he murmured and you rolled your eyes fondly. You smoothed your fingers over his sweater vest, fingers tracing idly patterns as you tried to get the courage to speak.

"Well, um," you cleared your throat, nerves rioting in your belly. "We- we've been seeing each other for awhile now and I... want more with you," you spoke softly, placing emphasis on your words in the hopes he'd pick up on the underlying meaning. You weren't disappointed when you heard his sharp intake of breath, hands squeezing your hips where they still rested.

"And?" He said, voice soft and gentle, realizing his prompt was necessary. You swallowed, then took a deep breath. You can do this, like ripping off a bandaid.

"Well, I just. I thought it would be best for you to know beforehand that I'm not the most... experienced." That was an understatement.

"Darling," Ford's voice was soft and fond. His hands came up to rest gently over yours on his chest, squeezing your fingers. Your gaze darted back to his, and you were lost in the intensity of them. "Are you trying to tell me you're a virgin?" Your blush darkened. You bit your lip, and his eyes tracked the movement greedily. It was taking everything in him to stay composed, calm for your sake, as he waited for your answer.

You nodded after a moment, not trusting your voice. Ford inhaled sharply, steadying himself against the sudden onslaught of possessiveness that rushed through him. Never, in his life, would he have thought he'd end up being the more experienced one in a relationship. Add that to the intoxicating thought that though you were, arguably, the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen he'd be the first one to get to have you like this, and he nearly felt drunk on the feelings churning through him. He swallowed, realizing he needed to say something, anything.

"You've really- I mean, never?" He asked and if you heard the strain in his voice, you didn't comment.

"No, not really, I just." You shrugged one shoulder, still avoiding his gaze. "I don't know, I guess I've just been waiting for the right person. I've never... liked anyone, as much as I like you." You admitted the last part in a soft, shy voice and Ford felt his heart flutter even as his cock twitched in his pants. Adorable.

"Well," he started slowly. "I hope you know I would never ask or expect you to do anything you're not comfortable with; if you don't want to do anything now, we don't have to. We can wait as long as you'd like, okay?" He paused, waiting for you to acknowledge him. When you nodded, gaze flitting to his shyly, he smiled.

"And... what if I am ready?" You asked softly and Ford couldn't contain the soft groan that left him. His arms moved to wrap loosely around your waist, gently holding you to him as his forehead pressed to yours.

"Darling, don't." He inhaled sharply, so close his lips brushed against yours every time he spoke. "Not if you're not certain, please."

A soft, needy sound bubbled up inside you. You wiggled a little in his lap and Ford choked when he felt you shift against his cock, already half hard in his slacks.

"But I am," you implored. "I'm so sure, Ford, please. I just- I wanna feel you, all of you." And how could he deny you now? When you looked at him so sweetly, need shining in your pretty eyes. With a broken groan he surged forward, kissing you suddenly and deeply. Your hands delved into the short curls at the base of his neck, nails scratching lightly over his skin.

Time passed by in a blur. A flurry of kisses and touches, Ford's hands gripping and squeezing and feeling every inch of you he could reach. You were lost in him. In the intensity of his touches, the pleasure that burned through you and set you on fire. You only realized how far gone you were when you blinked and suddenly found yourself in your room, back pressed to your mattress as Ford hovered over you. Somewhere along the way he'd lost his vest, his shirt unbuttoned down to just below his broad chest. You had lost your top all together, now only clad in your skirt and underwear.

"God, look at you," Ford breathed the words softly, reverently. He sat back on his heels, letting his greedy gaze drink in every inch of you. His hand trailed down the front of your body, fingertips starting at the hollow of your throat and skimming down, down, down to your pudgy belly. You felt shy under his scrutiny, and instinctively started to move your arms to cover yourself, but Ford was faster.

"Uh-uh, none of that, pretty girl," he murmured, catching both wrists in one hand easily and pinning them above your head. Your belly fluttered with heat at the display and you whimpered, unable to hide the noise. Ford swallowed thickly, his cock throbbing where it was trapped behind his zipper.

"You're so... responsive," he murmured softly. He leaned down, caging you in with his body over yours, propped up on his forearms on either side of your head. You kept your hands where they were, despite desperately wanting to touch him. You were curious to see what he'd do now and he certainly didn't disappoint. You arched upwards with a sharp inhale when you felt one big, warm palm skin down across your side until he could cup your breast. Squeezing and feeling the plush fat in his fingers.

Heat pulsed through you, a whimpery mewl of his name leaving your lips. "Thaaats it, jus' relax n'let me take care of you," his voice was a low, soothing murmur against your skin, drunk on your scent and your responses. His hands left you, grabbing your hips to tug you forwards until your legs wrapped loosely around his waist. You moaned when this brought your aching cunt pressed tightly against the throbbing bulge in his slacks, the pressure a welcome sensation. Ford's nimble fingers skimmed back upwards, taking advantage of the slight arch in your back to unclip your bra and toss it. Your breasts now free, you both moaned as his bare skin made contact, thumbs drawing light circles over your perked nipples.

"Oh" a soft, breathy exhale left you as you felt the pads of his thumbs, roughened with callouses, rub over your perked and sensitive nipples. "Nngh F-Ford-" your eyes fluttered, panting softly. You slid your fingers into his hair as he lowered himself, kissing and biting along your breasts.

"Pretty- so, so pretty like this," he murmured against your skin. He let the fingers of his left hand tweak and tease at your left nipple, hot mouth moving over to take your right between his lips. Your thighs twitched where they were wrapped around his waist, shifting and squeezing as the pleasure sparked along your nerves.

"Nnngh Ford- F-Ford, oh fuck-" your voice cut off with a whiny gasp. Ford's groan reverberated into you as your thighs around his waist squeezed and pulled, heels digging into his lower back to push him closer until your rolling hips found his clothed cock to grind against. "Oh, oh yes, fuck-" you gasped the words, high and pitchy as your poor, neglected pussy throbbed at the contact. Ford swore he could feel the heat of you bleeding through your clothes. The slide of your panty-clad pussy too smooth for you to be anything over than soaked.

"Good girl," the words sent pleasure arcing through you, your head tossed back against your sheets as your eyes fluttered. "Oh honey," he cooed softly. His voice was tight with restraint, the way you rubbed your cunt against him slowly picking at his sanity. "Y'like that? Hm? Fuck, that's it. Just like that, sweetheart. Use me, make yourself feel good." He was mesmerized. Spellbound by the sight of your as you grasped at the sheets beneath you, back arching as your hips shifted and rolled. He could feel you, wet and desperate, soaking the front of his slacks. Marking him.

"Ford, f-ford-" you whined, opening your eyes to look at him. Your gaze was lidded and hazy, clouded with desire. A pout marred your spit-glossed lips and Ford twitched it his boxers, a thick ooze of precum dripping from his tip to stain his boxers.

"Shh, what is it? Hm?" He murmured, cooed at you, and the tone of his voice made your belly flutter. His hands abandoned their work at your breasts, moving to grip your hips. He steadied you before leaning forward, rocking his hips into your cunt. Your heels dug into his back, hands coming up to grab at his arms, tugging insistently until he was pressed flush against you.

He leaned in, smothering your moans in a kiss. His hips jerked into yours, messy and uncoordinated, when your hands slid to his chest. Scratching your nails along his skin, eliciting shudders and moans, you unbuttoned his shirt the rest of the way. Pushed it off his shoulders like it had personally offended you.

"Ford," you panted softly, breaking the kiss. "Ford it's- s'not enough, I- I want more, please," your brow knitted together, an adorable little frown marring your features. Ford. His forehead fell against your shoulder with a groan, his breath puffing over your skin in soft pants. He kissed at your collarbone, nipping gently and leaving blooming marks in his wake.

"Yeah?" He said finally, voice low and rough. He kissed his way down your body, kneeling between your spread legs. "What d'you want?" He murmured, smirking as he kissed a trail of fire from your knee to your inner thigh.

"Don't--Oh fuck--don't tease," you said, petulant even as your hips wiggled. Whatever smart ass remark Ford had ready was lost in a choked off moan as he shoved your skirt up. Your pretty panties were absolutely drenched. Soaked so thoroughly that the pale pink fabric was dark.

"Oh sweetheart," he said, unable to keep the desire from his voice as his hands gripped your thighs, keeping you spread for him. He swallowed thickly, suddenly aware of the pool of saliva threatening to spill from his mouth. "You're so- you're so wet," he muttered, voice awed. One of his hands left your thigh so he could stroke a thumb over your covered slit. He moaned to feel your sopping heat, even through the sodden fabric.

"Ah, ah- please, please Foooorrrd--" you whined, hips jerking into the barely there pressure of his thumb. "You- you can't just t-tease me, I need you." You sniffled, tears suddenly filling and threatening to spill from your glossy eyes as the bubbling heat and pressure in your belly threatened to boil over. Your words did nothing to quell the harsh, possessiveness that had lashed itself in a tight band around Ford's chest.

"God, yeah, you do don't you?" He murmured. You could've cried with relief when his thumbs finally hooked into the band of your panties, dragging them down your pretty legs slowly. His cock throbbed, sticky and wet in his boxers as he watched the fabric peel away from your puffy pussymound. His mouth dropped open, another rush of drool pooling as sticky, pearlescent strings of slick made their appearance. Desperately clinging to your ruined panties.

"Fuck, honey, she's- she's just cryin' for it, huh?" You hardly recognized his voice as his. It was thick, gravelly with need, and laced with the remnants of an accent thought long gone, making his words sound harsher, dirtier. "Think you've deprived her too long, starshine. Look how needy she is," you barely registered he wasn't talking about you, but rather your pussy, before the thought disappeared. Lost in the feeling of thick, calloused fingers sliding through your slick, velvety folds. Spreading you, stroking the tips of his two fingers around the edges of your hole, just to feel the way you clenched. Tried to suck his fingers in desperately. His thumb trailed up slowly, drawing lazy circles over just the peak of your swollen little nub.

Your hips twitched forwards, wanting desperately to grind into the touches Ford was teasing you with but he was determined to get you to say what you wanted. "C'mon, wanna hear your voice," he coaxed you, a pussy drunk little smile on his mouth already.

"Please Ford," you said finally. "Please touch me, want your fingers."

"Silly, you already have my fingers," he teased, hiding his smirk. He dipped his fingers just barely into your twitching hole, gratified when you whimpered. "Try again, sweetheart."

"Want- want them in me, Ford, please," you whined at him, voice trembling. Ford swore, a harsh and muttered fuck leaving his lips.

"Put your hands in my hair- that's it, good girl," his praise made you flush. Another pulse of desire making your pussy ache. Ford swallowed thickly, breath hitching where your fingers tangled in his curls, tugging slightly. "You pull me away if it's too much, okay pretty girl? Otherwise, I'm not stopping." The wolfish grin on his lips seemed almost out of place if his eyes weren't glossy with lust. You were about to question him when he suddenly dived in, licking a stripe up your dripping cunt with the flat of his tongue, moaning like a whole when your taste coated the muscle. His fingers started to push and press, stretching the walls of your pretty pussy. He lapped at your clit, circling the nub with the tip of his tongue then licking it with the flat of his tongue. The pleasure distracted you from the pressure and slight pain of his fingers until he curled them, fingertips pressing into a soft, spongey spot that had you seeing stars.

"Fuck, Stanford!" Your back bowed, fingers curled tight in his hair and making him moan into your pussy. His full name on your lips was almost too much, cock pulsing and leaking a steady stream if precum. He knew the inside of his boxers had to be a sticky mess by now but couldn't be bothered to care. Not when your pussy was fluttering around his fingers, your hands in his hair tugging hard enough to make him moan.

"C'mon, cum for me. I can feel you squeezing my fingers, you're so close aren't you, baby? Such a good girl f'me, so fucking pretty like this and all mine, never gonna let anyone else see you this way, " his words were possessive and hot, spoken in between licks and sucks to your aching clit, but you loved it. They pushed you just that little bit closer and Ford could tell by the way you whimpered his name, your hips rolling down to meet his thrusting fingers. "You like it when I talk to you, honey? Like knowing how fucking turned on I am at the sight of your? Fuck you're a vision, starshine. So, so beautiful. Love that you let me have you like this, love that you're mine."

"Yours! Fuck, m'all yours Ford- please please please m'so- so close, f-fuck!" Hearing it from your lips made him throb. He had to sneak his free hand down to palm at his cock, desperate not to cum yet.

"Thaaaats it, c'mon sweetheart, cum on my fingers." His low, rumbling voice desperate and needy is what pitched you over the edge. Your back bowed, hips rolling, and once Ford was sure you were in the thick of it he replaced his fingers with his tongue. Drinking you down as if you were ambrosia, moaning into your pussy, hands gripping your hips to help you ride out your release on his face. When the waves of pleasure slowed to a gentle ebb and flow you pulled him back up. Hauling him onto the bed, hovering over you just so you could kiss him. You didn't care that you could taste yourself on his mouth, and Ford let out a slutty moan when your legs wrapped around his waist. Pulling him into you until the bulge in his slacks was pressed snugly against your sopping pussy.

"Honey- honey, wait- lemme just-- unhand me, woman, for the love of-" you felt him smile against your lips, now unable to keep kissing him because you both were smiling. Giggling like lovedrunk teenagers as you foiled his every attempt to pull away from you. He finally managed to get his slacks and boxers off, no thanks to you. The choked off moan he let out as he swiped his tip through your folds, coating himself in your slick, only made you wetter. He wondered if he'd make it out of this alive and, as he slowly started to push in and felt the tight clench of your dripping cunt, he quickly realized he wouldn't.

"Oh god," he choked the words out, forehead pressed to yours. "Fuck honey, you're so- so- fffuuuuck." His eyes fluttered, reduced to babbling nonsense. You weren't faring much better. Your arms wrapped around his neck, clinging to him and digging your nails into his back. Your mouth hung open, nothing but punched out little whimpers leaving you as he rocked his hips, sinking his cock in inch by inch until his hips were pressed flush to your ass.

"Ford- Ford you're so d-deep," you managed through panting breaths. Ford leaned in, unable to keep himself from kissing you. Really, it was just to keep you quiet. He was barely able to control himself just feeling you, how hot and wet you were, the way your cunt fluttered and squeezed around him as he bullied his way inside. He wouldn't have been able to stay sane if you started talking on top of that.

"Mm- mmnn Ford- Stanford-" you mumbled his name in between kisses, and he twitched inside you.

"Honey- honey, don't- I can't-" he whined against your lips, hips grinding into you, desperate for the way you gasped his name, nails digging into his skin. "God, you feel so good, fucking- fucking perfect, sweetheart you're so- so wet." He wasn't wrong, either. He could feel you soaking his cock, dripping down his balls. You dug your heels into his back, pussy fluttering around him.

"Please Ford," you whined. "Please move, please please please-" your words cut off with a whimper as Ford took them to heart. He started an even, steady pace, groaning into your skin at the way your pussy squeezed and sucked him back in. Desperate not to let him go. "Oh, oh god-" you choked the words out when he found your sweetspot again. Shifting his hips and angling so that his tip was giving it messy kisses every time he sank back in.

"S'that it? That the spot baby?" He twitched inside you, spurting precum to coat your walls at the fucked out look on your face. His hips jerked, pace increasing as he was desperate to keep you looking like that. Eyes glossy, brows furrowed, mouth open and panting. "Fuuuuck that's it, good girl. Jus' let me take care of you, jus' want you to feel me, feel how good it is when I'm inside you."

"So good, so- so good, Ford l-" he shushed your needy moans, leaning down to bite and suck marks into your neck. Your moans and his groans echoed throughout your room. The noise of your sloppy cunt loud enough to make anyone blush. When the pitch of your moans started to change, coming out faster, higher pitched, he knew you were close.

"Fuck you're close, aren't you? I can feel it, feel so suckin' me in- c'mon honey, cum for me, I wanna feel it," that was an understatement. He was desperate for it. Desperate to have you fully, in a way no one else ever had or would. He bit sharply at your shoulder, moaning against you skin as you squeezed him. "Fuck fuck fuck, that's it baby, that's it. Gooood giiiirl, c'mon show me who you belong to, who's making that pretty pussy feel so good." You never would've guessed Ford could be this filthy, but it was your undoing.

Your pussy clamped down around his cock, fluttering and squeezing rhythmically, making him go cross-eyed as the pleasure ripped through him. You creamed on his cock with a wail, nails scratching marks into his back he'd admire later. He felt his own orgasm hot on his heels, unable to resist the way you milked his cock.

"Baby- baby, I'm close I'm so-- oh god, so close, where-" your thighs squeezed around his waist, ankles locking behind his back and the sudden panic at realizing he couldn't pull out mixed with the pleasure in a way that left him dizzy. "Baby, baby dont- don't-"

"In me, please Ford wanna feel you wanna- wanna be full, please please please." There's no way he could've resisted you, no possible universe in which he could tell you no. Giving in with a deep, rumbling groan he felt his cock twitch, balls tightening as he pounded into you with renewed energy.

"Oooohhh fuck, my darling wants to feel full huh? My cock not enough for you h-huh? Gotta- oh god, gotta st-stuff you with my cum too?" You nodded, eyes teary from the overstimulation. When fat tears slid down your cheeks he was done. Hips jerking and fucking into you harshly, cumming with a hoarse shout of your name before he stilled inside you. You could feel his cock twitching, jerking as he spurted thick, gooey ropes of cum to coat your walls.

You both panted softly as you came down. You held Ford against your chest, feeling his heart beat where he was pressed against you. You smoothed your fingers through his hair and he hummed, soothed by the motions.

"Mmmm... y'do that and I won't have it in me to get up," he murmured. You giggled softly, kissing the top of his head as affection bloomed in your chest.

"I'm alright with that," you murmured. You shushed him softly when he started to protest. "We can clean up later. Right now, I just want to stay here. Just for a little bit. Please?" Ford paused for a moment, but the promise of your soft curves against him and your hands through his hair was impossible to resist, so he settled back against you.

"Fine. Later."

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darlingdaisyfarm · 9 days ago

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love love love your writing ❤️ i had an idea about jealous college ford going nuts cause some dude you had a physics project with tried to hit on you. ford is mad cause hes obv jealous, fucking you rough and mumbling about how hes much smarter than that other man…

oh my god stoppppp. im in love with you. this is one of my favorite flavors of college!ford. yes he’s brilliant, yes he’s confident in the lab or in front of a chalkboard explaining wormholes but when it comes to you, he’s so so vulnerable. and the thought of some guy, some lesser man, trying to woo his girl with stupid physics metaphors and half-understood theories?? no. absolutely not.

nsfw, jealous Ford, college Ford, established relationship, messy or bad writing bc im sleepy, just a little blurb

you probably come back to his dorm after the library or lab, all casual like “hey, so that guy i’m paired with for the project said he liked my handwriting! i dunno, heh, i always thought my handwriting was weird??” you don’t even think it’s a big deal, you’re laughing a little, rambling about your day and you keep mentioning this fucking stupid guy. and Ford just stiffens, he goes completely quiet except for the pencil in his hand snapping.

like no, of course he doesn’t say anything right away. he pretends to brush it off. but he’s clenching his jaw and pretending to focus on his notes while his brain runs full collision-calculations of how fucking dare he. how dare that soft-brained troglodyte attempt to flirt with his clever girl, who lets Ford bend her over the desk between lectures. he’s pacing around his dorm thinking “what an idiot. i bet he thinks string theory is a musical genre, haha” and every time you laugh or shrug or act like it’s no big deal it just makes him ache more, because you’re his. and he doesn't want to look weak or possessive but the jealousy is rotting him from the inside out. Ford is running math equations trying to rationalize why he suddenly wants to knock some guy’s teeth out.

so he gets quiet. too quiet. until you finally ask what's wrong and he snaps. and you're really surprised since you've never seen Ford like this. you gasp when hands grip your waist ”you really think he’s smarter than me?” and you’re like “Ford, no one said that—“ but it’s too late, he’s kissing you so messy, uncoordinated from how worked up he is, biting at your lower lip and fumbling to pull you onto his lap.

college!Ford would take it so personally. just. . . how this mf had the audacity to even think he could pull you?? and worse, talk SCIENCE with you? in front of Ford?? no. no. the moment he saw that guy lean just a little too close while pointing at your worksheet, something snapped.

Ford is just so needy, fumbling with your clothes while furrowing his brows, looking like a lost puppy “he thinks he's smarter than me? huh? you think he can solve half the shit ive solved?” and you're still gasping “come on baby, no??? no, i didn't mean that”

that's how you end up pushed up against his desk, while he thrusts into you so deep the pens rattle in their jar. and he won’t shut up. he keeps going, muttering into your skin about how you’re his, how he teaches you things, how he makes you come, how that guy couldn’t even finish his sentence without stuttering over basic theoretical applications. “mine. you’re mine. smarter than him. he wouldn’t know what to do with you. wouldn’t get your little jokes. wouldn’t know how to— how to make you fall apart like this.” and he’s hitting your cervix with every thrust, deliberately, because he’s trying to claim you and he's being mean, what an asshole. his hips are stuttering though, trying to keep the rhythm but he’s so far gone, Ford can’t help but grip you tighter and bury his face in your neck, whining “fuck— gonna go deeper, sweetheart. gonna show you how smart i really am.”

and what really sets him off is when you whisper through all your soft moans and tears, “you're the smartest man i've ever met.” oh, Ford wants to kill himself. his thrusts get messier, as he cries, “say it again. say it again, my love, please.”

Ford makes you cum on his cock so hard while your back arches. you shake because you’ve never had sex this wild before. “still think he’s clever, darling? still think he’s good enough to touch you?” but after some minutes pass, when you're both coming down, he gets suddenly shy again. kisses your temple and murmurs a bashful “sorry if i got a little carried away” when he sees his cum leaking out and you trying to catch your breath. but you’re still grinning, half-naked and sprawled on his textbooks because fuck . . . “it's lowkey hot when my nerdy boyfriend is jealous.” and he blushes so red you have to kiss him all over again

this would absolutely become a thing too. like any time a dude gets too close during a lab? you're getting railed within the hour. don't worry, he’ll still proofread your physics paper later, like the most perfect gentleman <3 just with a few extra hickeys on your neck

#oh my god i love college ford #answered asks #ford pines x you #ford pines smut #ford pines #ford pines x reader

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In Your Corner | Lewis Hamilton X Male!Reader

ʚɞ featuring: Lewis Hamilton

ʚɞ you were never meant for the spotlight. You were supposed to be a normal person, working a 9-5 job and drive home in a beat up 2009 ford focus to a one bedroom apartment. That was what you were born for. The monotony of a doomed society. But here you were. Dating the most accomplished driver in F1 history.

ʚɞ alternatively you’re having a bad day. Lewis helps to make it a little easier.

ʚɞ contents: anxiety, angst I guess but also kinda not at the same time, comfort, y/n usage, paparazzi and the bs that comes with them

ʚɞ word count: 1711

ʚɞ note: male/masc reader intended. He/him pronouns used for the reader. I’m in the mood for some loving, soft but also protective Lewis content :(

The moment you’d woken up something just felt.. off. The feeling felt familiar. But you just couldn’t place why you were feeling it. A tight ball in your throat impossible to swallow down. A never ending pit of despair eating away at your stomach. You’d woken up alone, looking to Lewis’ side of the bed. Clearly, he’d tried to make it. But it seemed as though your movements had crumbled the duvet back up again.

You hadn’t wanted to move at first. You wanted the blankets to swallow you whole. Leave you to wallow in this feeling, drown in it. But you couldn’t. No, it was qualifying for silverstone today. One of Lewis’ more important tracks to preform well on. You wanted to be there for him incase he needed anything. Support, water, food. Anything at all.

So reluctantly, you decided getting up was the best course of action for the day. Rising from that oh so comfortable cocoon of warm blankets and clean sheets, you shuffled through to the main room of your suite. “Lew?” You called as you poked your head past the doorframe. Voice echoing slightly off white walls only to find absolutely no one. And that ball in your throat seemed to grow just a smidge.

You made your way around the room slowly, checking under tables, behind sofas, each of Roscoe’s many dog beds just to find he was missing too. Concluding that Lewis had took the dog out for a walk, you made your way to the sofa. Setting a few pillows against the hard arm rest and curled up in the corner where it met the back.

About fifteen minutes later, your ears perked up to the sound of the heavy room door opening and closing. Lewis still out of sight muttering to Roscoe about how he was the ‘best boy’ and asking if he enjoyed his walk. But soon enough the beloved Bulldog came into view, plodding over and with some help jumped onto the sofa. Clambering in your lap looking for some love thus breaking the ball you’d made with your body. Although that really didn’t take much effort.

“Babe?” Lewis called, keeping his voice low just incase you were still asleep, walking into the room as he shoved his coat from his shoulders, hanging it up carefully on the hook. You watched his face light up when he’d spotted you scratching a spot behind Roscoe’s ear, moving over to sit beside you and wrapped his arm around your shoulder. Directing you gently to his side. “How’d you sleep, love?” Lewis asked, smoothing out the mess of bed hair you hadn’t taken care of just yet. “You were out like a light when I woke up.”

Slowly you moved to rest your head on your boyfriend’s shoulder. Shuffling carefully so your body was turned towards him more. Adjusting Roscoe slightly as you went. Taking advantage of this new position, you wrapped an arm loosely around Lewis’ waist, letting out a content sigh. “Slept fine..” you spoke. It coming almost as a whisper. You swore you could hear Lewis’ expression change.

“Just.. fine?” He asked, not wanting to pry, but also wanting to make sure you knew he was there for you. Whether that was a person to rant to, cry to, cuddle with, or just sit in silence with.

“Yeah.. took a while to get my head down but once I did it was just, well.” Your shoulder shrugged slightly, at a loss for words. “Fine.” You felt as Lewis’ arm moved from your shoulder to around your back, pulling you closer and giving you a comforting squeeze.

Lewis was silent for a moment. Unsure if he should throw some advice his boyfriends way way, or just reassure him that he was here. Eventually, he settled on the latter, nodding slowly. “I’m in your corner, baby.. whatever you need.”

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user1 bro dates Lewis Hamilton and he shows up in a hoodie 💀

user2 it must be so embarrassing for Lewis omg

user3 I hate how people compare the two :(

user4 We do have a point, though

user3 What? That Y/N is his own person? Has his own likes and dislikes?

user4 Chill man it’s just an outfit

user3 I thank you for proving my point

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You took a shaky breath as you walked through crowds. Occasionally getting separated from Lewis which you very much did not like. No thank you. No siree. You’d went with one of Lewis’ hoodies to try and blend in. A hard task with who you were dating.. and what he was wearing. But it had been worth a shot anyway. A blind shot in the dark that missed but a shot regardless.

You’d managed to catch back up to Lewis, arm wrapping around his. Your other hand coming to rest on his bicep as you dodged people and touches like they’d burn you to a crisp. Keeping your eyes away from cameras, which mostly resulted in having them fixed to the floor.

Your hold on Lewis’ arm tightened as that anxious feeling began to bubble. Trying to keep yourself in check. Reminding yourself to not ruin this for him. This was his track. His pride and joy. But more importantly this was his job. You couldn’t go around having panic attacks. No, just keep a smile on your face and keep walking. God you were sure you looked like a wimp right now.

Lewis had caught the hold tighten on his arm, eyes darting down briefly to you as he walked. Wordlessly, he pulled the arm from your hold. A movement you didn’t fight but caused your heart to hammer hard against your chest. Carefully, he set his arm around your waist. The hold secure and unmoving. More comforting than before. You felt his hand grip to your side. Giving you another squeeze like he had done that morning.

To others and more importantly the media, this looked like a loving embrace. A couple happily together, enjoying eachother a company and not afraid to show eachother affection. And that was still the case on all counts. But behind that, it held such a deeper meaning. The simple touch of Lewis’ hand, an arm wrapped around you, it was enough to calm storms and tame seas that ravaged your mind.

“Almost there, sweetheart..” Lewis spoke under his breath. Mouth unmoving as he done so. It pulled you from your thoughts, looking around at the crowd as you grew closer to the garages. Nodding wordlessly, you kept close to him. Not trusting your voice just yet.

The rest of the walk was hell on earth to you. It felt impossibly slow despite only stopping once or twice. Lewis would pull his hand away briefly to sign autographs as he walked before setting it back around you. Eventually, you both settled on hand holding instead since that was much easier. Fingers interlocked, Lewis pressed a kiss to the back of his boyfriend’s hand. Blush rising to the tips of your ears hidden by hair that just about fell over them.

Lewis said his quick hello’s, excusing himself as he led you to his room. Or rather, steered you. Hands on either side of your waist, you in front. Keeping you mostly out of sight as SkySports workers angled their shots into the Mercedes garage. The two of you disappearing around the corner and into said room. The moment the door was shut and blinds drawn your shoulders relaxed, rubbing your face. “I’m sorry..” you spoke. Coming out as a mix of a whimper and a groan. “I’m so sorry- I know this is your day I don’t know what’s wrong..”

“Hey.. hey hey, hey no.” He shook his head, quickly making his way to you with three large strides. Hands coming to your cheeks and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “Oh baby..” he whispered, hands now moving from your cheeks. Arms wrapping around your waist to hold you close. He felt you press your face to his neck, speaking up. “You can’t help it, love. You can’t stop it. And no one here expects you to.. I don’t expect you to.”

Carefully, he moved the both of you two the sofa, sitting down and carefully pulled you onto his lap. Straddling him. Again, you pressed your face to your boyfriend’s neck, Lewis pressing kisses to your clothed shoulder. “You need to start getting ready.. qualifying will be soon.” You spoke up, but made no effort to move.

Lewis smiled softly at that comment, shaking his head. He slipped a hand under your hoodie but still over your shirt, rubbing up and down your back soothingly. Feeling your body melt against his with each movement. “Babe I couldn’t give a crap about quali right now.. all I care about is you. And I’m not leaving this room, you’re not leaving my lap, until you’re at one hundred percent.”

“But-”

“Not a single ‘but’ is needed baby.. that’s how this works.” He pressed another kiss to your shoulder. “I love you.. and that love comes before any of this.” He heard you mumble something into his shoulder, followed by a sniffle. “Hmm? Baby what was what?” He asked softly, looking down to you with a frown.

You lifted your head slightly away from his shoulder, a shaky “But it shouldn’t have to be like that..” coming from you.

With a frown, Lewis pulled you back slightly. “Love, I asked you to be my boyfriend. I asked you to travel with me. I asked you to be my rock. And I asked I asked you to let me be yours. I done that knowing about your anxieties. Knowing that you’d need me.. and I’m so unbelievably happy that you trust me enough to let me help you.” He moved to fix a few strands of your hair, smiling softly. “And I’m so grateful you said yes.”

He pressed a kiss to your forehead, moving to hold you again. “You got me in your corner, love. Whatever you need.”

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