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Leon Kennedy Slow Burn Fic — Lips of an Angel. (1/?) (NSFW.)

Themes: High School Seniors!AU, slow-burn, pining, best friends to lovers. Eventual NSFW (penetrative sex, cream pie, semi-public sex), mentions of pregnancy and abortion.

Mercie’s note: yes this is self indulgent as fuck lol i don’t care

— With high school graduation fast approaching, Leon Kennedy gives his best friend, Annie, an offer that neither of them can really refuse.

“Well. Fuck me.”

Annie sits on the white tiles of her bathroom floor, a pregnancy test in either hand. And both of them are positive, because the world can’t let this poor girl catch a break. She’d been studying her ass off for Stanford, which was rapidly approaching in about two months time, and now…

“I’m knocked up. Great.”

It’s not like she was a naïve girl — I mean, if she wasn’t intelligent, she wouldn’t have gotten herself a place at Stanford. She knew what she was getting herself into that night, but… it was one of those instances where you assume it’s never gonna happen to you. Until it does.

Annie groans, standing up, placing the two tests on the counter, looking at herself from the side in the mirror. She was about four weeks along, so it wasn’t visible. The only people who know are herself, and her dog, mostly because the goofy labrador wouldn’t leave her stomach alone. But she knows that she has to tell the other half involved in this incident — after all, it takes two to tango.

She opens her phone, and her thumb hovers over the contact for her best friend, Leon.

They were an unlikely duo, for sure. Annie was the reserved one of the duo. Quiet, elegant, slightly aloof to those who don’t know her. Leon would always tease her, telling her she was like the moon, or a black cat, because of her elegance. And he wasn’t wrong, either. While Annie was never able to see her own beauty, she really was ethereal. Cascading red hair, porcelain skin, and these eyes that ascended beyond being just blue… they were so light in colour that they were piercingly so, but there was a hidden vulnerability to them if you took in her appearance for long enough. She was the definition of “slim thick”, a real knockout for sure. As her closest girl friends, Claire Redfield and Jill Valentine would always say— “how the FUCK are you single, Annie?”

It was something she’d just laugh off.

Leon Kennedy, her best friend, was the total opposite, however. He was the extrovert, the excitable golden retriever puppy, the sun. If the boy had a tail, it’d be wagging a mile a minute. He was popular amongst the senior cohort for being the star quarterback, yet he was as down to earth as he was the day he enrolled as a freshman. He was always smiling, always joking, but was always very respectful of everyone he interacted with. He didn’t care for arbitrary things like popularity or body counts— he was a respectable guy, and treated everyone with the respect they deserved, no matter the cliques they ran in. He was a dirty blonde, toned, slightly muscular, but slender in frame. His blue eyes were a lot deeper, and if you were Annie… they were a lot softer, but only for her. His guy friends, Chris Redfield and Carlos Oliveira, had no idea how he didn’t have a girlfriend, either.

Annie swallows back her pride, and dials Leon’s number, tapping her thumb against her other hand in beat to the dial tone.

“Moon-cat… it’s three in the damn morning… is it your cramps acting up again? Want me to sneak out and cuddle you?”

Annie chuckles softly into her cell, wishing it was just cramps.

“Something like that, yeah. It’s fine if you can’t sneak out, I don’t your mom ripping you a new one like last time…”

There’s a genuine, happy laugh from the other line.

“Don’t be silly. Gimme fifteen and I’ll shimmy up your dad’s wisteria climber like I did in junior year. Wait for me to knock on your window, m’kay? Love you!”

Annie chuckles softly as Leon hangs up, walking out of her en-suite bathroom, and into her bedroom again. Given the time of night, she’s still in her pyjamas, which are a cropped black tank top, wine red cycling shorts, and black fuzzy slippers. She waits by the window, smiling at the memory of junior year — her periods were particularly bad that year, and it made her a very crappy, very emotional mess. So, Leon would set it so that his phone would only make notifications from her audible on a night, and whenever she’d call in tears, there he’d be, shimmying his way up that damned climbing plant that trailed up to her window, with tampons and chocolate. And then, they’d lay there, spooning for hours, until dawn rose, and Leon would dash back to his house before his parents realised where he was in the next morning. He’d be exhausted, but it made him so happy knowing that she was being cared for, by him, and that she wasn’t alone at her worst.

The lines of their friendship had always been blurred, which is why Annie was now carrying his child.

It was about a month ago, and it was one of the last games of American Football of the season before state championships. Annie knew jackshit about sports outside of Formula One, but she always came with their little friend group, to cheer as loud as humanly possible for him. Their friend group was herself, Leon, Jill Valentine, Carlos Oliveira, and Chris and Claire Redfield.

She remembers the night so vividly…

Annie returns from the concession stand, with a cherry slushie. It’s staining her lips red, which makes the others giggle. She’s in her favourite outfit, that she always wears to the games— little black dress, long, black, heeled thigh high boots, and a black and baby pink racing-style jacket. She’s tied her long, red hair back, but she’s left her bangs loose at the front, so that they frame her face. Her lips have a little red tint to them — a mixture of the slushie, and her red lip tint, and her black eyeliner is done with near surgical precision. She takes her seat in between Jill and Claire, and she sees Leon doing some last stretches on the pitch, before the game. He sees Annie, and sticks his tongue out at her childishly — it was a pre-game tradition for them both. She sticks her tongue back out at him, and she immediately sees Leon crack up upon seeing her slushie-stained tongue.

He plays flawlessly, as always. But there’s something about him tonight that makes him seem prettier than usual — maybe it’s the way the floodlights are illuminating his face, maybe it’s the sheen of sweat covering his body, or maybe it’s that damned goofy smile he cracks at her with each touch-down he scores. The friend group are cheering and chanting his name, but Annie is the loudest. She always has been.

The game ends, and naturally, with Leon on the field, it’s a landslide victory, The friend group walk onto the pitch after the game, praising Leon on the win that he made happen. But he always hugs Annie first and tousles her hair, before he reacts to any of the praise.

Chris is grinning.

“Well, folks. Whose turn is it to treat Leon to his celebratory milkshake this time?

Leon chuckles, but waves his hand.

“You guys go on without me. I need to do some cooldown stretches before I go anywhere. I won’t be able to walk in the morning if I don’t.”

“Damn, Leon! That sounds like what I feel like after I’ve gone out hooking up for the night in my car. But it’s way more fun for me, because I get the chicks, and you all you get is to throw a pigskin around.” Chris laughs. “We’ll see you at the diner, yeah? Don’t be late or the free milkshake offer will expire.

Leon just rolls his eyes playfully.

“Yeah, yeah. See you guys in a little while.”

The others head to the diner, but Annie hangs back, smiling at Leon. They look back, expecting her to come with, but Carlos just shakes his head and laughs.

“Leave those two to it. They’re looking at each other with those damned eyes they give each other again. ‘Just best friends”, my ass.”

The others laugh, partially in amusement, partially in agreement, and they head to leave the pitch,

Annie walks up to him, wrapping her arms around him slowly.

“You were incredible out there, really. That thing you did where you threw the ball on the ground? Incredible. Sent everyone fucking bananas.”

Leon laughs softly, wrapping his arms around her waist.

“Ever considered the whole sports commentary thing after graduation next month instead of Stanford? You really do have a way with words that makes American Football sound riveting.” He rolls his eyes playfully, nudging her. “C’mon, let’s go sit on the bleachers for a while. I just wanna relax for a bit, because you know the moment we step foot in that damned diner, Chris and Carlos are gonna be ribbing each other over something stupid.”

Annie laughs softly, and Leon takes her hand, and they sit in the very top corner of the bleachers. Everyone has gone now, and the stars are out, illuminating the two souls, whose connection goes beyond just the platonic— but they’re currently none the wiser.

She rests her head on Leon’s shoulder instinctively, as they look up at the stars together. They see one shoot by, and Annie gasps happily.

“Shooting star! You gotta make a wish, Leon.”

Leon laughs softly, breaking his gaze from the stars, to look at Annie’s face.

“C’mon, you seriously don’t believe in all that, right?”

Annie pouts, nudging him playfully.

“I still made a wish,” she grumbles softly.

Leon puts of an act of mock defeat, holding his heart dramatically, as if he’s just been wounded.

“And you didn’t tell me? C’mon, An—ni—iiie! Tell me!” He laughs, shaking her by the shoulders, which makes Annie giggle.

“I can’t tell you. You’ll take the piss out of me.”

“I’m your best friend,” Leon chuckles. “Taking the piss out of you is basically my full-time occupation.”

Annie glares playfully, and Leon notices a slight hint of blush creep across her cheeks.

“F-fine. My wish is… that I’m not gonna graduate as a virgin. I’m one of the only people, to my knowledge, who is still a virgin in the senior cohort. There’s six weeks till graduation, and I’d feel like a total loser if I graduated as a virgin.”

Leon laughs aloud into the stars, but then his expression softens when he realises that Annie really means it.

“Annie… it’s just a dumb teen rite of passage. You don’t gotta do it if you don’t wanna.”

“I know, I know. But after graduation, I have two months, before I end up at Stanford. And I guess… I want my first time to be special, rather than with a college frat boy who sees me as just another notch on his bedpost, you know?’

Leon’s face softens, and he takes his hand in hers, and their gazes both return back to the stars.

“You know I’m still a virgin too, right, Annie?” Leon chuckles softly.

“Bullshit. There’s no way you haven’t lost yours.”

“I’m being serious.”

They both go quiet again, Leon running his calloused thumb over the soft skin of her hand. The stars are flashing, twinkling, and Leon places a gentle kiss on the top of her head.

“Are you really serious about losing your virginity before graduation, Annie? Is this something you really want?”

Annie nods, sighing softly as she keeps her gaze on the stars.

“In that case… let me pitch what might be the most bizarre offer in the history of our friendship, ever,” Leon chuckles, still rubbing her thumb over her dainty little hand. “If you’re dead set on wanting to have your first time, then… let it be with me, your best friend. Let’s give each other our virginities, right here, right now.”

“Wait, for real?”

“Only if you wanna, of course. The bleachers are empty, so… why not?”

Leon stands up, sliding off his varsity jacket. He lays it out on the bleacher table, smiling.

“It’s not the most ideal, I know. But I think having our first times under the stars would be way prettier than doing it in the back of that damn car you never clean,” he teases “so… what do you say?”

Annie stands up now, wrapping herself around Leon, looking up at him with those intensely blue eyes.

“Thank you, Leon. There’s… no one else I’d want to do this with.”

He smiles, and his lips graze against hers softly, his hand coming up to wrap itself against her cascading, red mane. There’s a tenderness, and a hidden longing oozing from the both of them, Annie craning her neck slightly to meet his mouth. Her own hands snake up the back of his neck, and she seems to pull him in closer, desperate for time to just freeze, and for the two of them to be stuck in this moment forever. Annie’s tongue softly meets his lower lip, a sensation that makes Leon shudder in arousal.

“Annie, f-fucking hell…” Leon groans, immediately feeling all the blood rush between his thighs. He’s kissing back with longing, pining, and Annie is moaning softly against his lips.

His free hand travels lower, caressing her ass softly, worshipping her curves with his hand.

“You’re beautiful, Annie,” Leon breathes, pulling away from her softly with a smile. “To do this for you, it’s… well, let’s just say I’m feeling like I’m a damn lucky guy.”

Annie giggles softly, as she presses her forehead to his, her breath hot and sweet. “You’re pretty too, Leon. Pretty damn silly.”

Leon laughs softly, grazing his lips against hers, groaning at the touch. He’s already pitching a tent, and Annie feels herself throbbing from such a simple, yet intimate touch. He scoops her up into those athletic arms of his, and lays her on the varsity jacket he’d laid out on the bleacher bench earlier. He smiles softly at her, as he climbs on top of the bench, over her, caressing her face with his calloused fingertips.

“I-I’m already hard, Annie, I-I won’t lie. I might not last very long…” Leon gives her that signature lopsided smile, and Annie just giggles softly.

“I don’t care about that, Leon. Having you do this for me… well, I can’t thank you enough.”

Leon presses his lips to hers, pining for her touch, and they moan against the other’s lips, as they graze their tongues against one another in such an intimate state.

“Th-the pleasure’s all mine, Annie…”

Leon’s hands snake up her dress, and he looks for Annie to give him the go ahead to slide down her panties, and she nods. They’re black silk, which makes Leon smile softly, and he turns to Annie.

“Good choice in panties.” He chuckles, bringing them down around her ankles.

“Only the best for me.” Annie rolls her eyes playfully, which makes Leon laugh softly, looking at his best friend with an admiration and affection that’s bubbling over the boundaries of platonic.

Leon’s fingers find their way between her thighs, and to her pussy. His thumb finds her clit with ease, and he massages the little bud, while his index and middle fingers trace softly around the outside of her wetness. Annie lets out a happy little purr, arching her back at the touch. The sound she lets out simultaneously makes Leon so happy to see his best friend having a good time, but also makes him even more horny, if that’s even possible. He can’t help but kiss her thighs softly and messily, and Annie lets out a sound that’s half giggle, half moan.

“I’ve always told you this…,” he murmurs from in between her thighs, “but you’ve always had the prettiest voice. You know that, right?”

The sweet smell of her pussy is making him whimper, and he can’t help but lap softly at it, which makes Annie whimper in turn. This is Annie’s experience, he thought to himself, and he just wants to worship every bit of her body, like it deserves. Annie reaches her hand down to stroke his hair as he laps softly at her, her eyelashes fluttering at the sensation. Her happy little moans are like cocaine to him, and he can’t help but smile and whimper with each contented noise she makes.

He gets up from his position now, and leans over the top of her again, running his fingers over her fading self-harm scars from sophomore year, smiling at her with such an intense admiration for her body. Annie can feel the heat rising inside her, and she lets out a little breathy “I’m ready, Leon.”, smiling at him softly. Leon bites his lip a little, sliding down the trousers of his football uniform, his belt making a slight clinking sound. He shakes them from his ankles clumsily, which makes Annie giggle, and him smile. As he pulls down his boxers, Leon notices he’s already been dribbling pre-cum, just from the feel of her lips and the taste of her wetness alone.

Annie giggles softly, as she watches him toss his boxers aside with the trousers of his football uniform.

“Man, I must taste good for you to react like that.”

Leon chuckles, as he climbs back on top of her.

“You were always somehow even prettier when you were more self-confident, Annie.”

He takes one of Annie’s little hands in his larger ones, their fingers interlocking, while the other holds her waist.

“If it feels like too much, promise me you’ll say something. This is your experience, moon-cat.”

“I promise, sun-puppy.”

Leon slides into her, and for a split second, their visions blur, at the sheer sensation of their bodies becoming one. If there was an ultimate nirvana, it was this. Two best friends, who didn’t even realise that in a matter of months, their feelings would stretch beyond the platonic entirely. They both moan at the same time, and then smile at each other, laughing breathlessly. Annie’s hand tightens its grip around Leon’s, as his thrusts start softly and gently in intensity. He’s so needy, so hard, that Annie is almost certain that she can feel him throughout her whole body. She smiles at him, smiling breathlessly, mouth slightly agape, as if to say, ‘keep going’. As they share one another under the stars, all that Leon is thinking about is Annie. And all Annie is thinking about is Leon. She’s quivering pleasurably underneath him, as she wraps her legs around Leon’s toned back, which makes Leon smile softly, kissing the corner of her mouth. Annie uses her free hand to play with his hair, smiling breathlessly at him. It was if they were high, or drunk, on one another. The other’s touch, the other’s pheromones, the other’s presence. It’s as if they can both feel a molten heat rising in their cores, as Leon keeps his gentle pace, but it’s clear they’re both ready for their releases.

“Leon…”

Leon takes his free hand, caressing her cheek.

“Annie.”

She’s tightening and convulsing around him, as if her body is trying to pull him in closer, deeper. It’s so heavenly that they’re both losing their damn minds — their senses totally clouded by the presence of the other. Leon moans her name softly, groaning as he kisses the corner of her mouth, his cock twitching, flooding her needy pussy with his hot cum. Annie’s eyes roll back. and she pulls Leon closer with her free hand and her legs, and she tightens around him as she reaches her own climax. She’s left a very sweet flood of arousal at the base of his softening cock, as the both of them lay there, spent, panting, but grinning. Annie wasn’t on birth control, and Leon didn’t have a condom to hand, but the feeling of the sex— no, the love-making between them, had completely clouded their judgment. As Leon pulled out, the two of them started laughing breathlessly, and he kissed her forehead tenderly…

As Annie is reminiscing from that night a month ago, she hears a gentle tap at the window. It’s Leon, her “sun-puppy”, having shimmied up the wisteria plant with his iconic lopsided grin, waiting to be let in.

“Hey, moon-cat! I brought chocolate. What’s up, anyway?”

Annie gulps softly as he very clumsily rolls through her window, and takes a deep breath.

This is gonna be one helluva conversation.

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hannibals-favourite-meal · 1 year

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Something

Dean Winchester x plus size reader

Not marriage, not kids but something

Warnings: no use of y/n, a little bit of Dean’s insecurity and John’s crap parenting, no dialogue, mutual pining, childhood friends to lovers, implied smut, mentions of death of a parent

WC: 1k

Minors DNI

Settling down wasn’t in the cards for hunters. There was too much risk, to both themselves and their families. Dean had accepted this a long time ago, pretty much as soon as John first laid a gun in his small hands and told him what lurked in the dark.

He had tried once before but it never worked out. So, he stuck to random hookups with women that would never see his face again. Every once in a while, Sam would attempt to get his older brother to at least entertain the idea of what could be, what should have been, but he was shut down every time.

Dean was fine with his bachelor lifestyle, actually, he was more than fine with it, but there were moments in the middle of the night when he would turn over in his sleep and reach for someone who wasn’t there. He would watch families interact in those shitty roadside diners, all smiles and laughter like it was a 5 star restaurant. He felt a lurching in his chest, a deep ache that not even his best whiskey could soothe.

But then, you came home.

You were another hunter’s kid from years ago. Similar story, one parent taken out, the other driven mad with the need for revenge. You were a regular fixture in Bobby’s house and thus, in the Winchesters’ lives. The last time Dean had seen you was a month before Sam ran away to Stanford. You were freshly 19 and being forced to leave.

Your mother was taking you to France, apparently the werewolf pack that had killed her partner fled there. She gave you no choice in the matter, just like every other hunting parent. Dean can vividly recall the way you clung to him as you sobbed and begged him not to forget about you. He had held you close, laying a kiss to your hair like it was the last time while he promised it wouldn’t be.

And in a way, he was right. He did see you again and he did get to wrap his arms around your now thicker waist in a hug that was almost 20 years overdue. Sure you were covered in blood and ghoul guts but if it wasn’t the best damn hug Dean ever had.

You were quickly stolen away from your stolen minivan that you had been living out of and forced into one of the empty rooms in the bunker (one that was conveniently close to number 11). There was the compulsory catch up and then scolding on your end for all the stupid things the boys had done, but once the smacking over the head and general berating was complete, everything was strangely normal.

It was nice to have an extra set of hands for research, someone else that Sam could bore with his weird true crime fetish, a person that was actually willing to help Castiel learn to be human, another like minded hunter that could binge watch Netflix and pig out with Dean on the couch.

Dean was happy to actually have a friend, a good one at that. But there was something deep inside him that dared to wonder.

You were beautiful, intelligent and a hell of a hunter. He had been dreaming of you for 15 years, his teenage hormones evolved into a bone deep lust that blinded him whenever he saw even a sliver of your skin. He longed to feel your generous curves under his palms, your lips pressed against his own. But more than that, he wanted to wake up next to you every day. Have you sit next to him in Baby, singing old rock songs as he drove. Dean wanted you, through and through.

He knew he didn’t deserve you, not after the things he’s done. But you disagreed.

It happened so quickly, Dean didn’t see it coming. Suddenly, it was you and not Sam that was patching him up. You were the one going on runs with him. It was you that would sit up with him, glass of whiskey in hand as the ancient record player crooned in the corner.

He only realised what was going on one night in September. The Bunker had been freezing, the weather unseasonably cold. Dean had retired to his room with a couple beers and his Scooby-Doo box set, determined to wait out the cold in comfort as his little brother tried his hand at fixing the boiler.

It was about 1 and a half seasons in when there came a knock on his door. He was going to ignore it, thinking it was Sam telling him that he also failed at repairing the heating but instead, your voice softly called out to him.

You shuffled in after a moment, and Dean couldn’t help but smile. You must’ve been wearing at least five layers of clothes (including one of his henleys) and a large blanket wrapped around your shoulders. His stomach lurched at the sight of your shy smile and chattering teeth. With no hesitation, he lifted the covers and you dove in, snuggling against his chest as he wrapped an arm around your back.

Your hand came to rest softly on his chest, right above his heart and Dean could only pray that you didn’t feel the frantic beat of his pulse. You did.

You said his name so softly he almost didn’t hear it. He looked down at you and his breath caught in his throat. Before he could react, your lips were on his. He froze for only a second, his brain not comprehending that this was actually happening and it wasn’t some dream.

But then your hands were in his hair and his own had traveled down to your thick thighs, pulling you up to straddle his lap. The cold, the fear, the insecurities were forgotten; washed away in your embrace and your lips.

He held you close as you took each other apart piece by piece, unwilling to let you go even for a single second now that he had you, as he did every night after. You saved him and kept him afloat. He lived for you, for your smile, for your touch.

It wasn’t exactly marriage and it wasn’t kids but it was something, and for a hunter like Dean, it was more than enough.

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tessellated-sunl1ght · 11 months

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Feeling sooo normal about them rn

[Image description: four uncolored sketches of Stanford and Stanley Pines from Gravity Falls, in the context of the Blind Faith AU.

Top left: a shoulders-up drawing of Stan comforting Ford by cupping his face in his hands. Stan is facing away from the viewer and towards the left. He has a ponytail, along with two scars on his jaw. Ford is facing towards the viewer and to the right. He has a small scar on his chin and tears in his eyes. A frightened expression is on his face.

Top right: a shoulders-up drawing of Stan and Ford hugging, Stan facing the viewer and Ford facing away. Ford is holding Stan tightly while Stan has one hand on his brother’s back and the other in his hair.

Bottom right: a full-body sketch of Stan and Ford walking together, Ford slightly behind Stan. Stan is holding his white cane in his left hand and has his right laced together with Ford’s. He appears to be telling Ford a story. He’s wearing a double-breasted waist-length coat with a strap across it, simple pants, and large boots. Ford is laughing at what Stan is saying, wearing a long coat over a sweater and pants. He has a strap across his chest, a belt, and large boots.

Bottom left: a sketch of both men sitting down, hunched over and facing away from the viewer. Ford is to the left and leaning on Stan, who has his arm slung around his brother’s shoulders. End description.]

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sleepingdeath-light · 2 months

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cuddling hcs ; stanford pines

requested by ; a common simp (02/08/23)

fandom(s) ; gravity falls

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character(s) ; stanford ‘ford’ pines

outline ; “...

Now I wanna cuddle the fuck out of Ford.

LET ME CUDDLE THE SCIENTIST WITH PTSD!

(Aka, cuddle headcanons?)

-A Common Simp”

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

ford isn’t the biggest cuddler in the world for a number of reasons, not least of which being that he’s spent most of his life being too focused on his research to even consider engaging in casual displays of affection like that, but he’s far from opposed to cuddling with you if you suggest it (and if he’s not in the middle of something extremely important / that can’t be delayed or ignored)

when you ask it will always take him a couple of seconds to process what you’ve said before he turns his full attention to you and asks you to repeat yourself just so he can make sure he hasn’t misheard you somehow

then, once he’s 100% certain that you did indeed ask what he thought you did and his hearing hasn’t failed him, he’ll rather sheepishly agree and let you lead him somewhere more comfortable for the two of you to sit — which usually means one of three places: your shared bed, the living room couch, or the seating outside if the weather is nice enough or he’s been spending too much time in the lab

ford has a few distinct cuddling ‘positions’ that he leans into and if you cuddle for long enough in one sitting there’s a good chance you’ll see him cycle through them with you as you both make yourselves more comfortable on whatever surface you’re on

the first is the tried and true, somewhat old fashioned, arm-around-the-shoulders when you’re sat side by side — bonus points if you lean into his side, wrap one of your hands around his waist, and interlink your spare hand with his — which is his go-to for when you’re sat outside and cuddling whilst half keeping an eye on whatever chaos his family is getting up to as it isn’t super intimate and makes it easy for him to lean over and whisper to you about anything and everything that come to mind (usually something science-related) no matter how loud everyone else is being in the moment

the second is a smidge more intimate and is usually reserved for the living room couch when you’re home alone or when everyone else in the shack is asleep, where you’re both curled up against each other in such a way that you’re still able to watch whatever’s on television — bonus points if he’s leaning against the end of the couch and you’re half-laying against his chest, playing with his fingers, and you’re both playfully commentating and criticising whatever late night crap is on screen

the third is something that he prefers to keep exclusively between the two of you, ideally confined to your bed or to the couch when everyone else is out for the day, and involved him laying down with you curled up on his chest whilst he wraps his arms loosely around your middle — it’s rare that the two of you have the time and space to cuddle like this, but he can quietly admit that it’s nice to be able to slow down and appreciate the intimacy of falling asleep with you in his arms and your hands messing with his hair

its also the ideal position, he finds, for being extra disgustingly sappy in expressing his love for you in ways that he wouldn’t ever dream of doing elsewhere — partly because having you there with him like that makes it feel as if the rest of the world has faded to nothing so he’s more comfortable being vulnerable with you, and partly because you’re usually either half or completely asleep by that point so you won’t remember enough to tease him about it later

bonus: when you cuddle, regardless of what position you’re in, ford finds that he’s equally as comfortable sitting in silence with you as he is filling that silence with conversation and corny jokes — which is something he’s never really experienced before with a partner and is something that he comes to cherish

#sleepingdeath #a common simp (anon)#gender neutral reader #fluff #fluff hcs #gravity falls fluff #gravity falls x reader #stanford pines x reader #stanford pines fluff

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thatcheesyler · 22 days

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I've been watching She-Ra all over again, and I watched Gravity Falls videos earlier, so now I need to make headcanons for Stanford Pines and Entrapta being a nerdy power duo. Please and thank you.

Okay, first of all, how they met:

-Ever since Etheria was pulled out of Despondos and the rebellion defeated Horde Prime, Entrapta would probably have been hyperfixating on portal technology for quite a while afterwards

-In this particular little au, I'm gonna say that the time zones are very different but the defeat of Horde Prime is around the same time that Stanford first moved into Gravity Falls in his universe

-So, since Entrapta is now free to use portal tech without any catastrophic consequences, she starts exploring the 'multiverse' theory

-And would you look at that? Success! Entrapta has officially made a feasible equation to actually open a portal to a completely alternate universe!

-By the time she figures out the equation aforementioned, however, Stanford has fully moved into his new house and is already investigating the anomalies in his area.

-Giving Emily one last goodbye, Entrapta opens a new portal and finally ventures into the unknown!

-The other end of the portal, of course, opens in Gravity Falls as all the anomalous energy would attract the portal towards it. (Just as Ford said, "Gravity Falls' natural law of weirdness magnetism")

-Then comes Entrapta, crashing down into the forest and drawing the attention of the many supernatural woodland creatures that inhabited it.

-Immediately taking out her recording device (idk what it's called lol), she would start collecting data of every little detail of these new surroundings, including all of similarities and differences to life on Etheria.

-An example of what she might say into her recording device; "Hour one on this yet-to-be named planet, the atmosphere is not too different to Etheria, fascinating...there seems to be an absence of advanced technology in this area, as my tracker pad isn't detecting any strong surges of power from anywhere. And, all the wildlife appears to be filled with much less magic and instead simply have many traces of abnormality. Oh I can't wait to tell everyone about this!"

-A bit cliché, but yeah, Stanford is obviously weirded out when he hears an excited female voice resonating deep in the woods while he's exploring. And especially since they sound like they're not familiar with the concept of Earth.

-Here we go, the moment I've been waiting for.

-Cautious yet curious, Ford picks up a thick branch from the ground as a weapon (just in case yk), and slowly approaches the origin of the voice, taken by surprise when he sees a woman with tanned skin sitting in the air with her legs crossed and using her long purple hair as..stilts, per se, all while using a smaller piece of her hair to pick up and examine one of the gnomes that he had discovered a few days ago.

-Of course, Entrapta doesn't notice him as she's too busy taking notes of every small detail about the gnome. Well, and he's also (kinda badly) hidden behind a nearby tree as well, so it makes sense that she doesn't know he's there.

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Welp, I'm done, because now that I've gotten this far, my brain has decided that it's nap time and now I have no more hcs 🥲

#gravity falls #gravity falls stanford #she ra #she-ra entrapta #my au #headcanons

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billford-dump · 11 months

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Bill finishes a round of torture with Ford. But instead of leaving, or trying out some new way to make him give up the equation, he lets Ford drop to the ground, removes the chains, and heals him up.

"It's pretty impressive that you're still holding out, I think you deserve a reward."

And then he gives Ford an offer:

One hour, to do anything he wants to Bill. Torture him, kiss him, tie him up, talk to him, use him as a footrest, whatever his little mortal heart desires. Bill even gives Ford a little bit of his power, calling it a preview for when he finally decides to join him.

Ford refuses, of course, but Bill keeps needling him and annoying him, asking if maybe he'd like to use the hour to play chess, just like they used to, until he lashes out. And it's like the floodgates have opened, Ford goes absolutely ballistic, tears Bill apart with his bare hands and demands that he regenerate so he can do it again, over and over. He uses that little bit of power Bill gave him to chain him up and electrocute him (and Bill screams like he's in pain, plays along for his sweet little Sixer), he's being downright sadistic by the end of it.

And then the hour's up, and Bill chains Ford up again and regenerates properly this time, not purposefully weakening his form for Sixer's benefit. Ford is still going feral, struggling, growling, snapping his teeth at Bill who just snickers and puts a glowing muzzle on him.

And then makes a wall disappear to reveal the rest of the Pines family, who just watched Ford spend an hour tearing Bill apart and torturing him as best he could.

The moment Ford sees them he freezes. He's still covered in Bill's blood, it even stains his teeth some nightmarish color from when he decided to start biting the demon because his hands weren't doing the job fast enough. He goes completely pale and he can't look away from them.

"Oh, you didn't think this would be straightforward, did you? You really are stupid sometimes IQ." A gentle, amused hand running through his hair. "You know, Fez was already pretty iffy about letting you around the kids. He already thought you were dangerous, how do you think he feels now? Do you think Pinetree still looks up to you? Would Shooting Star still call you 'one finger friendlier than normal'?"

No response.

"If you're still feeling stubborn, I can tell them about some of the worse things you've done. People you've killed, innocents you threw into the line of fire to save yourself… you've done some terrible things, Stanford Pines. I wonder what they would think if they knew all of them."

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Torture and pain wouldn't break Ford, he's too stubborn for that. But fear of rejection by the most important people in his life? That would do it.

And Bill is the type to use every dirty little trick in the book to make Sixer give in, including either making a fake version of his family to fuck with his head or capturing his actual family and making them watch Ford try to kill him with his bare hands.

That, plus Bill making Ford part of it. "You're the one who decided you wanted to hurt me, Sixer. If they're scared of you now that's your fault. And even if you move past this, they'll still know what you're capable of."

"If you give me that equation though... you can definitely make them forget. I'd agree quickly if I were you, before it moves to their long-term memories. Removal starts to get tricky the longer you wait."

#gore #torture #bill cipher #ford pines #gravity falls #not billford #theres a small implication of billford but this isnt intended as shippy/romantic

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thelastspeecher · 4 months

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the roommate and I were discussing why Ford doesn't have long hair at any point given he lived in the woods for years and was hyperfocusing so much he stopped caring about grooming and then was an interdimensional wanderer for decades

I think there is a v obvious explanation

convenience

I myself am a scientist and I keep my hair short for convenience sake. not worrying about tying my hair back was so convenient when I did lab work all the time.

and yes, I subscribe to the "Ford doesn't give a shit about lab safety" train BUT how annoying is it to have your hair fall in your face when you're doing something? even if Ford won't keep his hair short to cut out a step in being safe in the lab, he would def keep it short just to keep it out of his face and out of his way.

again, from experience, field work is so frustrating with hair even slightly long. I mean the WIND for one thing. science is just so much easier when you have short hair. like, across the board.

Ford doesn't get haircuts tho

he just grabs a pair of scissors and hacks it off

#we were discussing this bc a rare long-haired Ford appears in a write I will be posting later today #Stanford Pines #Gravity Falls #speecher speaks

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pinesfamilyguidetotheweird · 7 months

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Gravity Falls Headcanon: Ford with a Ponytail

First off, there's a surprising lack of Stanford Pines GIFs.

But, I digress.

So...I'm not sure I came to this thought, but I feel that part of the reason is that, when you think about it, Ford experienced what Stan had experienced when the latter was homeless...just 10 times worse!

So, that and thanks to a bit of fanart for an AU of a crossover (a different take on the Crystal Falls AU) that Ford some long locks, I suddenly like the idea of Ford having longish hair.

By that, I mean it barely passes his shoulders, just enough to put it in a low ponytail.

Stan: I have a mullet, Stanford!

30 years later

Ford: I have a ponytail, Stanley!

This is a random ass headcanon and I love it.

#stanford pines #ford pines #gravity falls #grunkle stan #stanley pines #grunkle ford #gravity falls headcanons

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anurst · 1 year

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Doc

Summary: Natasha goes to the bar with the other pilots and tries to keep whatever is going on between you on the downlow. It doesn't help that you also show up at the Hard Deck later that night. Also, you show up with a woman on your side. The night doesn't get any better when some guy decides to push test your patience.

Warning(s): language, d-slur(censored), alcohol, fighting

3- $3 million dollar hand

Natasha was in a daze the rest of the day after she got off the elevator. She felt dizzy as she packed up all her things to go home. Her head hurt and her lips longed to be against yours. She remembered the words you whispered to her when the two of your were lying next to each other on the floor of your house.

"I'm someone who you have to get to know to love, Sunshine."

'Yeah, right', she huffed. She barely knew anything about you, and yet here she was, pining to be with you again. Tomorrow was gonna suck. Her phone lit up as she saw a text from Bradley pop up.

[Mother Rooster] Hard Deck at 8?

[Best Pilot] Sure

She 100% needed a drink right now

It wasn't a surprise that the Hard Deck was packed when Natasha finally showed up. It was a popular spot for civilians and anyone who was currently stationed at the San Diego base. Everything was going good. The team, although they were tired from a long day of getting shot down, was having fun playing pool and drinking beer.

Everything was going good until Jake opened his mouth when he noticed how quiet Natasha was. "Still thinking about that hot doc?" he asked, his smirk as wide as ever. Natasha felt her cheeks burn as some eyes turned to her. She felt Bob shift uncomfortably besides her and sucked in a breath before meet Jake's eyes.

"Nope. Just thinking about what your face is gonna look like when I beat you in pool." Whistles and howls were heard as Bradley grinned, hanging Natasha a pool stick.

Everything was going good.

EVERYTHING

WAS

GOING

GOOD

Everything was going good for Natasha before her eyes landed on you walking through the door. You had ditched the white lab coat and now was wearing an old Stanford crewneck and some jean shorts. You looked good. Way too good. You smiled as you passed by people, and offered a wink to some nurses, and your hair. Your hair was as perfect as ever.

Actually, your hair was the first thing Natasha noticed about you. She remembers standing in this exact same spot just looking around the bar when she saw some of the silkiest hair she's ever seen. Your (h/c) silky hair had small curls, barely noticeable if you weren't looking properly.

Shit, Natasha swears that you're the most perfect person on this planet. And that said person is currently smiling down at a shy red-haired nurse. The nurse grabs your hand and leads you through the crowd and to a table where other nurses and medical staff is sitting. At the sight of your connecting hands, Natasha swears that she almost hits Jake with the pool stick in her hand.

Bob notices that his front seater is distracted. She isn't looking at the pool table, so he follows her gaze and sees you seated at a table surrounded by many women and men. They're all laughing at something you said and Natasha is entranced by your appearance.

Bob hasn't known Natasha for long. He's known her for a short while, and already knows that she's gonna be vital in his life. So, for the sake of his front seater's pride, reputation, and their future friendship, he extends the pool stick so far that it hits Natasha straight in the gut.

The brunette clutches her stomach as Bradley and Reuben quickly ask her if she's alright. Jake and Javy are giggling but quickly move on as they discuss their next move. Waving the two boys off, Natasha glares at Bob before seeing his expression. His eyes shift to your table before meeting hers again. Understanding the WSO's action, Natasha punches his arm and lets out a laugh. "Who knew you were pure muscles, Floyd." Everyone lets out chuckle and the group of aviators goes back to laughter and smiles.

You're not really interested in what any of your co-workers are saying. Sure, you're listening and making comments and jokes every now and then. But, your attention is on the stunning Natasha who is currently celebrating with Bob since they won against Jake and Javy.

Molly tugs on your sweater and you're brought out of your fantasy. She leans closer as you bend your neck down to hear her, "You're out. You want another?" Nodding, you let her take your empty glass and refocus on Liam's story about his intern years. He goes on about how one patient kept puking on him and how his attending yelled him to change his shirt every time. Giggles go around the time and you smile lightly before stuffing some fries into your mouth. You like your staff. They're nice, funny, and most definitely kinder than the staff back at your old hospital in New York. However, there's a glum feeling as you think back to people you basically grew up with.

'Stupid Addison and Mark...if they didn't cheat I wouldn't be here...'

An angelic laugh seems to be drift through the bar as you stuff more fries into your mouth.

'On second thought, thanks Addison and Mark. I've found the love of my life cause of your cheating.'

"Doc. What you thinking about sunny San Diego?" Ronny asks, everyone turning to you. You shrug, "It's hot." Everyone chuckles as Daisy starts talking about the amazing beaches.

"Any good surf spots nearby?" you ask. Daisy lights up as she beams at you. "You like surfing?! Molly loves to surf!!" Nodding, you look over your shoulder for the redhead. Not seeing her immediately, you excuse yourself before making your way through the crowd.

You lean on the counter as you flag Penny down. "You seen a small redhead around? Molly. She was gonna get us refills but hasn't come back." Penny shakes her head and says that she'll call you if she sees her. Pursing your lips, you spot her being corner by some brute. Discomfort is clear on her face and you quickly make you way over.

"There you are, Mol. Been looking for you," you says, you arm wrapping around her waist. Your eyes met the guy's and you see annoyance start brewing in them. Molly looks up at you and smiles, grateful someone has come to her rescue. "Excuse me and my girl, but our friends are waiting for us."

You start leading the nurse away before a rough hand grabs the back you crewneck. Annoyed, you turned to look the guy, a glare already forming. "I wasn't done talking to her," the guy says.

Scoffing, you yank your sweater out of his grip. "Yeah, well, she was done talking to you." The guy's face starts turning red and you can feel Molly bubbles with fear as she shrinks into your backside. Not wanting to spend another minute around this guy, you turn around again and start pushing Molly back to your table.

Molly turns to face you with tears in her eyes when your friends came into view. She's about to apologize but is cut short when she gasps. Cold beer drips down your backside as everything seems to stops, the music and talking in the Hard Deck stopping. Eyes turn and voices whisper as you take a deep breath in.

"Dude, this sweater is like 10 years old. If you wanted to ruin a better shirt, then you should have picked a different night. Lucky for you, I'm not a bitch about clothes. But, if you ever hit on Molly again, or anyone for that matter, you better hope I'm not around." By the time you're done talking, you've fully turned around to look at the guy. Over his shoulder you see, Natasha and her friends. For a split second, your subconsciousness tells you to walk away, to not pick a fight.

"As if I'm scared of some d*ke." On second thought, maybe you'll pick a fight.

"What'd you just say?" you whisper, taking a step closer to guy. You're both around the same height, 5'10, but your sneakers give you an extra inch. A hand pulls your sleeve and the sound of Penny ringing the bell makes you turn away from guy. People start to move again as Bradley, Jake, and Javy start making their way towards you so they can kick the guy out.

Molly's ushering you to sit with everyone before the douche decides to grab her arm and all you see is red. Before you know it, you've tackled the guy to the ground and your fist is pounding into his face again and again.

The screams around you don't even register in your head and arms pull you off the guy. Liam, Ronny, Daisy, and Molly lead you towards the bathroom as Bradley, Jake, Javy, and Reuben are grabbing the guy and ushering him out. Penny is trying to get people to leave and is grabbing ice for your hand.

Shit, your hand. Your hand is worth more than $3 million dollars. Your staff is moving you around as they assess the damage to your hand. Penny passes them ice and Molly is the one who presses it to your hand. Your eyes momentarily leave the ground as you see Natasha frantically speaking with her friends. They're all looking and Bradley is one who softly leads her out the building. You don't even bother to see if the rest of her friends follow her, because Penny is cradling your face.

"Pete's on his way now."

'Shit'

#phoenix trace #not enough phoenix fics so i thought id write some #phoenix x reader #natasha trace x reader #natasha trace #top gun maverick #top gun fanfic

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