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°💵⋆.ೃ🍀࿔*:･ Good Luck Charm (Stanalina)

Author’s Note: This is suggestive and nsfw. Catalina is one of my Gravity Fall ocs and is constantly shipped with Stanley Pines. I wanna write more about them and if that bothers you, you can read something else instead.

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Summer 2012 flashback

Business was roaring as usual. Stan was managing the mystery shack with the assistance of Soos and Wendy. Wendy, on the other hand, isn't much help because she's here for the summer. If only Stan knew where fate would take him.

Catalina came inside the shack with her two children, Alberto and Liliana. Alberto was approximately 20 years old, and Liliana was 16 years old, close to Wendy's age. Stan had never seen anyone more lovely than her. Never in his life had he seen a more lovely woman. With her brown hair that barely touched the back of her shoulder and bright hazel-green eyes.

Stan felt so elderly in comparison; he isn't as young as he once was, and his hair was all gray, along with his distinctive red fez hat and magic 8 ball cane. He needed to change his ways. He walked towards Catalina with a spring in his stride.

"Go ahead and explore, kids," Catalina said to her kids with a smile. "Keep an eye on your sister, Alberto." Alberto soon glances at her mother and nods to his sister, acknowledging their attraction and holding hands. Catalina noticed Stan was approaching her. Her heart skips a beat. He appears to be a charming man, especially given his age. Catalina has been subconsciously aware of losing her beauty at 38 years old. "I've never seen you around here before. What's a doll like you, wonderin' around the mystery shack?" Stan asked he was trying to flirt with her.

Catalina flushed as she observed the man flirting with her; she hadn't had a man flirt with her like this since her divorce. "Why aren't you such a sweetheart. I just recently moved down here, not too long ago." Catalina didn't want to express why, since the reason she was here could have brought the mood down. "Well, well, you are in luck. Because you now see what Gravity Falls can truly show you." Stan was trying to be less awkward with her since he has taken interest in her.

Out of the women he has been with, Catalina felt special to him already, like fate brought them together, though how would it be with him? He pushed away his self-doubts and brought more out of his charming persona, bringing her around the shack. He would give any merchandise free of charge if he could.

Catalina knew this whole ordeal was fake. It was obvious to her that he was scamming people out of their money, but she just found this man to be interesting. Mind, she leaves herself into a little fantasy. "So do you want to show me around?" Breaking away the awkward silence between the two of them and Stanley nodded quickly. "Yes, yes, of course! Where are my manners!" He began to guide her around the shack as if a personal shack.

Catalina took in the sights surrounding her, finding them unusual but enjoyable. One of them looked weird, like a giant age with a pair of underwear dubbed the "Sascrotch". She swore she did spot a giant bear head with a unicorn horn on it. Everything was feeding her curiosity. "So do you work on this shack yourself?" She asked out of pure curiosity about what he would say.

"I mean, I do have Soos and Wendy to help around the shack, but I am mostly doing it by myself. My niece and nephew are staying at the shack for the summer. Just a bundle of joy, they are." Stan wasn't as experienced dealing with children than Catalina was especially if all to him she could be a single mother.

Catalina imagined what the kids looked like, even though she hadn't noticed them around. She assumed they were playing outside. Her children are getting older now, and they didn't need her as much as Liliana since she isn't a legal adult. "Since my children are getting older, there isn't much to do anymore.. I don't remember the last thing I did for myself." Motherhood was not without its challenges. Originally, she had Alberto. It was a drunken fling. It was not intended with her and Kenji. Though this has never made her love her children any less. She wouldn't trade anything in the world for her son and daughter.

Stan needed to cheer this woman up, he couldn't bare to see her upset. He looked at Stan. "No matter how old they are. They still goin' to need ya regardless because you are their mother." Catalina blushed, but she enjoyed the reassurance of the older stranger. Yet she never got a glimpse of his name.

Catalina sensed her heart becoming warmer. It was like she had met this man before, but she knew he was unfamiliar to her since they had never met before that day. "What's your name?" Catalina asked him what made Stan stand still: should he drop the facade and reveal his true name, or should he continue to be referred to as his brother? He continued to look at her. He couldn't lie to this beautiful woman. "Just call me Stan." His real name was Stanley, but he couldn't tell her not yet.

"Catalina." The pretty lady spoke to Stan. Catalina was such a beautiful name. He had never heard it before in his life. It suited her perfect face like as if the name was made for her letting this Latina walk into his life with her curvy hips and perfect ass he couldn't resist looking at but he needed to be a gentleman. "What a gorgeous name for a gal like you," Catalina started to blush and become oddly shy again.

"My father gave me that name." Catalina had a loving relationship with her father, and they were oddly close despite his old age now but now it was noticeably getting late. "It's getting late now, but I enjoyed our little chat." She heard her children calling out for her. Mom! Mom! That was her cue. "I'll have to go. I'll see you soon," She planted a kiss on his cheek that made him spin mentally.

He watched as the lady left the mystery shack, and he was still in awe. Dipper and Mabel ran towards their grunkle Stan and noticed the love inside his eyes. "Grunkle Stan!" Mabel was trying to get his attention. Dipper was clutching a journal against his chest, Who's that lady you were talking to?" Mabel was curious, looking up at him with bright eyes. “Yeah, who is that woman. Sure looked suspicious.” Dipper said, wondering where the father was, instead of Catalina walking in with two of her children.

The new woman in Gravity Falls is a mystery; if only Stan could bring heads or tails. He shook his head and flashed a bright smile, rustling Mabel's hair. "Just a tourist," Stan reassured her before walking inside with them. "We did great today. I don't do this often, but feel free to choose any merchandise you want." This was a distraction from his thoughts about Catalina, yet Mabel seemed so happy with her grappling hook, and Dipper put on a hat. He pressed his hand against his cheek and saw the red lipstick mark on his hand.

He knows absolutely nothing about this woman besides being a single mother and has recently moved. Maybe if he went out more often, he could spot her hanging around.

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Present Time (Suggestive)

Stan was still leading tours today for nostalgic reasons. Just the way he did it back in the 80s and early 2000s to the 2010s. Catalina was sitting on the counter swinging her legs back and forth watching Stan doing his tours. She was his wife now, remembering the early times she had met.

Catalina was sitting pretty on the counter since she was unable to move around due to Stan fucking her so hard she was unable to use her legs. Stan took a peek towards his wife and he walked towards her with a smile and Catalina pretending to act shy. "Resting your legs, sweetheart. Would hate to see you overworkin' your legs since last night~" He started to whisper inside her ears, and she giggled. "Came here for a little boost?" Catalina talked in a sultry, seductive tone. Her tone made him deeply aroused, but he had to keep his cool.

"Maybe I came over here for more than a boost~" Stan smirked at Catalina, and she grabbed his bow strings on his suit, toying with them. "Trying so hard to resist me, huh? You could pick me up and take me to your office right now?~" She kept speaking in such a tone, still playing with his strings, made his heart skip several beats. This woman had him wrapped around her finger, and he didn't care.

Stan was drawn into an intimate and intense kiss, which he couldn't help but surrender into. He shut his eyes, and Catalina closed hers as well. They kissed each other. She wrapped her arms around his waist. Stan never needed to breathe when kissing her like she was his oxygen and life. She was his everything. His wife.

They kept kissing as if they wanted everyone in the shack to watch. He broke apart from the kiss and smiled at her. He loved kissing her on the lips. Having her sweet taste of red lipstick dressing on his lips. Maybe he would want to tease her a little bit more? He enjoyed her arms around his waist, this woman could make him feel young and fresh again. He wrapped her arms around him and started to drag his hands to her thighs, sneaking up on their way to where they should belong.

He kissed her repeatedly, rubbing her thighs up and down. Stan could tell if she was aroused because of how hot and bothered she felt right now moaning against his mouth he pushed his tongue forward inside her mouth with their tongues dancing. Their eyes were closed with their sweet intimacy with each other.

He pulled away again, and he grabbed her up from the counter with her arms still wrapped and her legs started to wrap around him immediately. "Let's go to my office~" He said, carrying a giggling Catalina, feeling how erect he was against hers. He walked away from the counter and took them somewhere private, going inside his office and locking the door, he walked towards his desk and put her on top of his desk.

His hands began to probe beneath the dress she was wearing. Stan's fingers slipped inside her panties and started to rub her clit causing her to moan a little. He loves her moaning all for him to suck it up.

He removed his fingers from her panties, leaving her craving for his touch. Stan assisted in removing her garment once an inch of cloth fell from the work surface. He was slowly unhooking her bra to reveal her nicely A-cup breasts that help fit her pear-shaped body. Perfection. He would tell himself. She was his good luck charm. If he had a bad day, he would have to love on Catalina, and his bad day would wash away. She was naked in front of him.

Stan began to slowly unbuckle his belt, discarding it to the ground and taking down his pants until he was mostly naked, along with his boxers. He looked at her with pure passion in his eyes. He began to caress her legs up and down, easing her for what he was trying to do next. He was soft and gentle with her, treating her like the delicate flower she was.

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Stan pushed his head towards her pussy and gave it a lovely, sweet kiss. "Stan~" She would moan loving at the way his mouth was pressing his lips to her clit. He began to suck onto her clit, making her squirm and keep her legs in position, her moaning inside his ears encouraging him to try to spell his name on her clit, and he was tongue fucking her pretty well. He made sure to help soundproof his office, though he didn't care much about the noise.

He was determined to please her and lure her into an orgasm. Stan, Stan, Stan she would cry out in extereme pleasure. He speeding every moment and sucking making sure to cover every inch with his tongue. "Oh god.." Catalina was very sensitive down there after being recently sounded there last night. He can feel her coming closer to a quick release. Though it was going to take some effort.

"I...I..." Catalina was stumbling over her groans because she could only whimper and cry out in delight. He was quite proud of himself, making her whine out his name like this. Catalina started to whimper and whine again, letting out another orgasm, he immediately was lapping out her juices; she was beautiful like this. He wasn't looking at her not yet until he helped her ride out her orgasm.

While Catalina had ridden his orgasm, he began cleaning her up with his tongue. He paused and stared at her with lust-glazed eyes. She was panting rapidly after her climax, so he sensed she was eager for more. "Ready for more, sweetheart?" He was going to be rough with her if he wanted giving her legs kisses as trying to apologize for being rough with her pussy like that. "Mhm, I am ready for more~" Catalina said in a seductive and very playful tone.

He needed to get her body ready for what was next. His dick was erect showing how deeply aroused he was due to her moaning at him eating her out like dessert. "Bend over right now." He talked as though it were a demand. She got up from the desk and she started to bend over on the desk showcasing her perfect ass for him. He gave it a nice slap, causing Catalina to giggle out loud, "Daddy!" Stan smiled towards her loving her reaction. Catalina was so obedient to him.

Stan was being gentle with her now. He still gripped her ass, he loved feeling how soft and plushy her ass was to him. "Go hard on me, Daddy, please~" Catalina started to beg as he began to thrust her roughly against the desk. Catalina began to plead as he pushed her hard against the desk, smirking devilishly. "Like that baby? You can never get enough of me, huh?" He remarked with a smirk, having it underneath him. By moving his cock into her pussy, he was essentially riding her.

He enjoyed seeing her travails and moan beneath her, knowing how much she liked it. "Fuck, Catalina~ You are getting so tight now~" He whispered into her ears, as if he were murmuring, feeling the tightness of her pussy. He leaned in and began to make markings on her exposed flesh, beating her insides. Not exactly bruises, just overall hickeys on her skin. He pulled outside of her just to see her completely unraveled underneath him.

Stan was suppressing an orgasm. He intended her to cum first. He couldn't be proud of himself if he failed to help her achieve climax. "Stan!!" She moaned one last time cumming onto his cock. Cumming onto his cock, she whimpered one final time. "Catalina~" He moaned before pulling out of her pussy and cumming onto her back. He would help clean her up. The office smelled like sex between them.

"Okay, let's clean up, baby." Stan's tone was soothing as he grabbed their clothes. He clothed himself, but his hair was no longer neat. His hat was on the ground, most likely having fallen off due to thrusting. He grabbed her clothes and started to wipe the cum off her back and gave it back to her. She put her clothes back on. "I am going to bathe tonight before bed. Is the shack already closed?" Catalina asked, wondering about how much time had passed.

"If Willow and Sixer didn't see us around. They knew they were able to close down the shack for the day." Stan said he trusted his brother and wife to look after the shack while he is away. He unlocked the office, and they both left, and it was practically empty; all the tourists had left, and he made a decent amount of money. She enjoyed their private time together, and they both held hands. It was now darker. The windows showed a dark sky.

Catalina and Stan began to walk up the steps towards the upstairs. They both walked into their shared bedroom with Stan on the bed, his hat was in his office. He will get it back later. Not like the only person he would see without his hat was his lovely wife. "Since tomorrow is Saturday. How about we go out?" Stan said asking her out on a date. They sometimes went on dates together. Stan mentioned asking her out on a date. They occasionally went on dates together. "Who would be looking after the shack?" Catalinas asked out of curiosity.

"We'll figure it out." Stan said it all knowing he was going to put someone in charge. Maybe Soos? Or could it be Ford and Willow after all, they live together in one little shack. Willow and Ford sleeping in the basement and Catalina with Stan sleeping up in the upstairs. Catalina grabbed a pair of her PJs and started to walk away from her dresser to the bedroom. "Be right back, hun!" She called out to him excepting a simple hum as Stan was removing his clothes and changing into a tanktop and his boxers.

Catalina walked towards the bathroom, unlocked it, and locked it, with the bathtub in front of her. She placed the clothes on the sink counter and moved over to the bathtub, turning on the faucet to warm the water. Catalina watched as the bathtub steadily filled up. She started to remove the clothes she was wearing right now and slowly descended into the tub, lying down in the tub of water. It was warm against the skin.

She gently settled into the tub. She rested her head against the tub, relaxing. She retrieved her shampoo and began to scrape it into her hair. She was rubbing her shampoo inside her hair, she loved massaging it inside her hair. She finished bathing her hair and started washing it. Once her hair was finished, she put her shampoo away. Before grabbing the conditioner and opening it, she lathers her hair and lets it settle inside her hair. As a couple of minutes passed, she finished washing her hair again.

She sat up in the bathtub and began cleaning her body with soap and herself using water. She no longer smelled like sex, and her thoughts drifted away to Stan. They have been married for a few years now. Remembering their first encounter in 2012. She closed her eyes, directing her attention to the present moment. He was fine with her being a single mom, yet worried about not being afraid of him being like his father. Though she knew her children saw him as a father figure.

Catalina never let her children see her father, knowing he is an abuser, and she would never put her children in any more pain. She reopened her eyes and stood up from the bathtub to finish cleaning herself. She was already done with the bathtub and she started to drain the bathtub and got out of the tub, and the water slowly drained. She grabbed one of the towels and started to dry herself completely before fully dressing in her PJs. Clean. She thought to herself. She walked outside of the bathroom and went towards the bedroom with the door open. Stan was on the bed waiting for her, "About time you came out of the bathroom I missed ya."

Catalina couldn't help but smile as she remembered how much she missed him every day whenever Stan drifted away for tours. "Missed you too, honey~" She began to go on the bed and crawled closer to him, pecking his cheek. He just smiled letting her do so as they both laid next to each other and Stan was immediately touching her wrapping his arms around her to bring into a cuddle. "Today was a good day with my good luck charm~" Stan purred at her, a smile crushed across his face. She was his good luck charm, and all of the wonderful fortune in his life was due to her.

"And I look forward to every day with you." Catalina smiled as they lay down next to each other and cuddled with one another. This was true; she always looked forward to spending another day with him. They needed to get ready for the date tomorrow, wondering where else they will be going tomorrow. Maybe a picnic at the park? Maybe going to a luxurious restaurant? Her mind was full of date ideas for them.

Stan rolled onto his side and switched off the light, so that it was dark for them both. They kissed and giggled like teenagers and were preparing to go to sleep. She rested against his chest, and he was protecting her with his arms around her.

Catalina was sleeping next him as the night gradually turned black, and Stan was taking slower to fall asleep. He had been looking at her, admiring how serene she appeared during her rest. How lucky of a guy he was to have a lady who loves and adores him so much.

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The morning arrived swiftly, as expected. Catalina was asleep in bed, unaware that Stan had already got out of bed. She twisted around as the sun tried to rouse her up. She realizes she needs to get up and get ready for the day. She grumbled and awoke to find Stan gone. "Stan?" No answer. She got up from the bed and started walking outside the bedroom.

Catalina was walking downstairs, enjoying the aroma of food. Stan Cakes! She raced to the kitchen to see Stan making pancakes and Catalina with the exact same grin, "Good Morning, Princess~ How was your rest?" He asked her. "I slept good because you were here with me~" She came towards Stan making the breakfast and helped lean up to give him another kiss on the cheek. The food should be ready soon. Willow and Stanford went on a morning expedition or whatever they called it." He stated he was cooking the pancakes and asked her to grab two plates, which Catalina did and placed on the counter.

Stan flipped the pancakes on the two plates for the both of them. He knows Catalina loves his Stan Cakes. Catalina went into their fridge to grab butter, and she walked towards the cupboard and grabbed the maple syrup. She started to cover her pancakes with butter and maple syrup, and Catalina did the same with his pancakes. She picked up the two plates towards the table for them to eat.

Catalina started to make coffee with the pot, she checked the filter and threw away the old filter and replaced it with the new filter and filled it with coffee grounds, and filled the water section of the machine with water, closed it, and turned the machine on, watching the coffee boil. It turned off when the coffee was done.

She began to grab one of the cups and poured it inside the cup, and she had put the butter and syrup away before. Meanwhile, she went over to the fridge again and grabbed a creamer. She walked towards her cup and grabbed sugar, and put it inside the cup alongside with creamer. She grabbed the cup towards Stan and they both began to dig in the stancakes.

Catalina started to eat her stancakes, swallowing with every bite. "What do you have planned today?" She asked wondering what Stan had in mind. "I am going to talk to Willow and Ford about watching the shack then taking you out for dinner," Stan said with a smile on his face. Catalina was sipping her coffee, looking at him while he said that.

Catalina was excited about what was next for her. What could he do around Gravity Falls, or would they go out of Gravity Falls? She finished her pancakes and her coffee. "I can't wait for tonight~" She leaned over the table and kissed him on the lips. If Catalina knew what was in store for her, his good luck charm.

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delicatesmilesys · 4 months ago

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ENA Trend except I’m super late and I don’t care

I saw @leo-artista made one and that inspired me to do so as well ( sorry for the tag, you’re awesome)

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delicatesmilesys · 5 months ago

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⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Love Has Another Name (Highschool WillFord)

POV: Willow is trying to flirt and open with Stanford but he is still oblivious to her feelings.

(I just wanted to create this to celebrate my one-year friendship with Robin. Their of belongs to @robtamamaxarchist)

tags: romance, SFW, flirting, confessions, high school, etc

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It was the start of the senior year. Summer has finished for the twins, and Willow has returned from Ireland after spending time with her grandmother.

The morning was only beginning, and Stanford had been looking forward to meeting Willow after missing her for so long. “No need to be so antsy, Sixer.” Stan playfully shoved against Stanford’s shoulder which he slightly shoved back. “I know, Stanley. The whole summer she was gone to Ireland so it’s been a while.” Stanford scratched his neck nervously.

It was a time before classes as soon as Willow was able to get out of the crowd, she immediately spotted Stanley and Stanford and rushed towards them. Right on, straight in their line of sight. She greeted them, "Hello, Stan and Ford. I miss you guys so much." She hugged them both granted the butterflies Ford felt in his stomach as he was trying to keep his composure.

Willow moved her arms away from the twins, ending the hug. As the three begin to walk together, Willow wonders what they did all summer while she was gone. A part of hope it was something fun. "Anything happened this summer during my absence?" Willow asked expecting one of them to answer.

"Oh, we didn't accomplish much. I know I wanted to work on our boat." Stan responded as the two of them walked along the hallway. "And by the way, Sixer missed you so so so much," Stanley remarked in a taunting tone. "Stanley!" Stanford reddened fiercely, and Willow just giggled. "I missed you just as much."

Stanford was struggling to maintain his composure as his cheeks turned hot. As he was trying to hide his face. It was obvious his feelings for Willow were so real and Willow needed it but she was played along.

Morning classes started as soon as the bell rang and they knew the talking had to stop. Classes soon began to change and not all the time they managed to share classes together. “We’ll catch up during lunch,” Willow said as she was giving Ford a wink and it was obvious to Stanley, Willow had a crush on his twin brother.

Stanford and Stanley sat in class. Stanley sat with his feet on the desk, bored, and Stanford doodled in his notebook. This was homeroom, after all, the teacher was beginning to take attendance and Stanford felt a part of him was missing whenever Willow wasn’t around. The teacher was working on the chalkboard and they had already taken the twin’s attendance.

Stanford was busy as he placed the pen on the notebook. Stanley didn't care much, instead focusing on his brother. "Still got her on her mind, Sixer?" Stanley teased him somewhat as Ford attempted to conceal his face. "N-no."

“You should already know she likes you.” “you gotta just admit to your feelings for once instead of hidin’.” For once, Stanford felt like Stanley was telling the complete truth. He needed to stop hiding from his feelings, but what if Willow was playing with his feelings the whole time? Who else would love a six-finger freak like him? She was just too beautiful and out of his league for a nerd like him but Stanley thought differently. He knew he needed to push his brother in the right direction.

Stan has a plan in mind. But it has to happen during lunch. He would be his brother’s wingman and it is something he had the cards in. But he couldn’t let his brother know this, could he? He would help work this out.

Willow was inside the classroom. She couldn't stop thinking about him. She didn't know why he would be the one to make her heart tick. She was itching to see him again during lunch. Waiting like this felt dreadful.

All of the flirting got to his head, and she realized he was practically clueless, but that didn't stop her from loving him less. She sighed to herself that she never had the confidence to ask him out since she preferred that he made the first move rather than the other way around. Perhaps it wasn't meant to be, but that all changed as the bell rang for lunch.

Stanford was running out of the classroom, and Stanley said, "Wait up!" On his way to lunch, he nearly fell on a trash can while rushing after his brother to prevent him from tripping and falling. He was able to catch up with his brother who had fallen down to the ground with a loud thud as they were now in the cafeteria and Willow standing there as she looked down at Ford. "Are you alright?" She offered her hand with a side of worry painted on her face. Did he run all this way to see her?

Stanford managed to have his glasses on his face, surprised he never managed to break his glasses. He looked at Willow in front of him, she was beautiful like a delicate flower blossoming on a new day of spring. “I am alright. I just needed to confess something.” He said clearly taking Willow’s hand hesitantly she pulled him.

Was he going to confess his feelings to her, being kept to himself all this time? He was bashful diverting his eyes away from her. “Ford.. If you need to tell me something. It is best if you tell me now.” Willow said trying to keep Ford to look at her with his reddened cheeks.

“I…. I realized that you had feelings for me all this time yet I never saw it more clearly than I do now, thanks to Stanley.” Stanford wanted to make himself sound clear despite the nervousness like a lump in his throat. Willow smiled sweetly as she placed a hand on his cheek. “Oh, Ford. I always wanted to be your girlfriend. There’s no other man I wouldn’t choose.” Those words started to melt Stanford’s heart.

"Willow, I never thought you would want to be with someone like me. Especially a freak.... someone as kind and beautiful as you deserve to be with someone special." All of his insecurities washed over him, making him soaking wet mentally and Willow shook her head in disbelief. “No, I love you for you. Six fingers or five fingers or not.” She told him grabbing one of his hands and kissing each finger to show how much he meant to her.

Stanford was at a loss for words. As he was letting Willow kiss his fingers before pulling away slightly to give them space between them.

"So you do want me to be your boyfriend?" Stanford blurted out, nervous and unable to hold his composure because everything happened so quickly. But he was not whining. "Yes, I do." Willow blushed while smiling making it worthwhile. Stanley was watching all this happen and he couldn't be happier.

There was still time for lunch. The three of them began to receive their lunch plates. In the busy cafeteria, they took a seat. Willow was sitting with Stanford and Stanley in front of their food. "It's really about time you confessed- I don't know how long you are going to be clueless for," Stanley said looking over at his brother.

Stanford began to try to clear his throat, "Uh. Willow?" He was fiddling with his fingers unsure of eye contact but he tried. "Are you doing anything tonight or this weekend?" Willow didn't want to turn him down so she looked at Ford. "I would love to go on a date with you this upcoming weekend." His heart skipped several beats towards her approval.

Willow knew that today was the happiest day of her life. First day of Senior Year and she already has a high school sweetheart. She was eating some of her food, it wasn't the best food in the world yet it was edible. Stanford knew he wasn't the most confident man if it came to women and interaction but this time he wanted to be different. He wanted to try for once in his life to push away his guilt and doubt of the potential of Willow actually not liking him.

Yet Willow was in love with a man like him. Willow could have any man, Ford thought to himself being aware of that but she chose him and that still made him happy.

She was the cheerleader after all. Popular with her peers meanwhile Stanford took the role of a nerd. "Do you want me to take you to the local dinner on the beach shore?" Ford asked her, he never asked anyone on a date before let alone another girl. Willow would just grin, looking deeply into his eyes. "I don't mind where we go. "As long as it is with you."

“And you better not mess this one, ey, Sixer?” Stanley said as if he were butting heads with his brother. But his brother, Ford smiled nervously. “I’ll pick you up at 6.” He planned on trying to dress well.

“I hope you will be able to contain yourself well. Because you might become a little distracted by what I am going to wear.~” Her voice laced with seduction and Stan chuckled during this. “Don’t make him faint now, Willow.” He remarked with a cheeky grin.

Stanford’s face was red like a tomato, just imagined her all dressed up for him making him a slightly nervous wreck. Willow giggled a little bit finding his reaction to be adorable only for the bell to ring.

Willow didn’t want the bell to ring and she only wanted this moment to last forever she slowly got up, walking over to him. “I’ll see you later, Ford.” She kissed him on the cheek.

He never expected this to happen quickly feeling her soft lips against his skin like this and Stanley wrapped his arm around him as they were going to their final class. “You’re lucky, Sixer.” It was true, Stanford officially had a girlfriend.

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delicatesmilesys · 5 months ago

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༘⋆₊ ⊹★🔭࣭ ⭑⋆｡˚ Meteor Shower (Stanford x Reader)

Author’s Note: I don’t know much about meteors showers so this may not be super accurate but I thought you would enjoy it!!!

tags : meteor shower, night-time, crush x crush, person has a crush, sfw, confessing, confession, kissing, sfw, cuddling and snuggling, gravity falls x you, gravity falls x reader, Stanford Pines x Reader, Stanford Pines x You, Second Person POV, Female Reader

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Since he hadn't witnessed a meteor shower in years, Stanford was looking forward to this one in late August. He wanted to bring you along to witness this event, it is the most notable meteor shower in Oregon called the Perseids, which he knows is active from mid-July to late-August and peaks at mid-August. This was important to him and you were going to be a part of it, "Is the blanket all set?" Stanford asked while you brought the picnic basket and you put the blanket on the grass since you wanted to be sure you were ready to see this and you two have binoculars. "Yes, I have everything here." Ford just smiled at you, "Okay, Good." everything had to be perfect for this notable event.

Why he brought you out here still baffles you. He never struck you as the social guy, he would come out of the basement every once in a while, it's not like you didn't like his company. You enjoyed his company and found him handsome. For an old man like him, he never had to worry about wrinkles while you were in the prime of your youth but a part of you just felt old. While you were sitting on the blanket on the grass looking at the night sky.

“Look, Y/N! The Peresid!” Stanford catches your attention, prompting you to glance through your binoculars; OH, it was so lovely, after all, it was midnight. It featured a variety of colors, including green and purple. It resembled a blaze, a burst of light. This was a special moment, a moment you could never forget.

It seemed as though the night sky was bursting with color, and you were unaware that Stanford was staring at you rather than the meteor shower. As if you were the brightest star in the world, he had to turn away before you noticed the blush on Stanford's cheeks. You were too absorbed in the event itself, and when you spotted Stanford glancing away, you were concerned. "Ford?" You asked with care.

Stanford felt as if his heart was pounding against his chest. He couldn’t confess right now, could he? No, he couldn't. He didn't want to ruin the friendship he had with you. Besides who would want to be with him anyway? His thoughts were about to consume him.

"I'm okay, just pondering." Ford lied. Lies he told himself. But what stopped him from admitting was the way his eyes kept meeting yours. "Alright, if you say so." You said knowing how socially awkward Ford can be at times so this was expected from him. Besides it was peaceful silent looking up at the stars and wondering what could've been a relaxing night.

You knew you liked him, but you weren't sure about it. Is it wrong to have sensations like this when you imagine yourself and Ford seated next to one other across the grass? "You know you have beautiful eyes, right?" This caught you by surprise, and you blushed at the compliment. "They remind me of the stars, Is that too much?" Stanford started to scratch his neck nervously. "No, no, I appreciate the compliment." To see the blush on his cheeks.

"Wow, smooth," Ford thought to himself. He just saved himself the trouble after all and he knew this was too good to be true this was happening right now. Fuck it, I can't hide this from Y/N anymore.

“Uh, Y/N?” You looked intently into his eyes after hearing him say your name. "I think there's something that I've been meaning to tell you this whole time but I just couldn't-." A part of you questioned what was so important, but you wanted him to speak up for himself. "I think I have feelings for you." Fearing rejection, he instantly pulled away and looked away. You didn't know what to say feeling yourself becoming speechless before a smile slowly creaks.

You were completely unprepared for this. Despite the awkwardness, he couldn’t help but feel nervous. But you could not help but smile. “I never expected you to confess like this.” “Yet you managed to give me a warm feeling in my gut that no one else had.” Stanford never thought you would accept his feelings. Since he thought he was too old for you. It didn’t matter to you since you enjoyed his company.

Stanford looked away from you, acknowledging the awkwardness. You began to find it more endearing when he was unable to speak, which you smile more. "We could be more than friends if that is what you want." You spoke as you placed a palm on his cheek pushing him to look at you. "I would like that very much.." You kissed him on the lips, which shocked him, but he returned the kiss like an ocean washed over him. He desperately needed this.

His eyes closed asking for this moment to never end and your eyes were already deeply closed. Being aware that you also didn't want this moment to end. You wrapped your arms swiftly around him as the night sky shone brighter than before as the meteor showered blissfully.

Nothing could stop this perfect moment as holding close to one another. You needed to draw away for air. He was observing you as though you had not changed. However, a sensation of warmth in his chest, the blanket laid on the grass holding each other in each other's arms.

You saw that you two needed to return inside the mystery shack. It was growing late, and the sun was slowly rising to signal that time had passed.

“We should get going." As he slowly released his grip, Stanford replied decisively, "Let me get the blanket and binoculars. You slowly got up and you let Ford grab the blanket and binoculars. And now you two are heading towards the shack, knowing you are going to head out for the night.

You and Ford were both headed towards the shack. He opened the front door of the shack for you. You knew you had a house to go to, but this was different. He stopped before the basement and looked over at you and asked, "Do you want to sleep on the couch or do you want to head to the basement with me?" Ford asked. You didn't want to feel awkward. "I can come down to the basement." You said.

He took your answer and he helped you come down to the basement, the two of you walking down in the basement. He has been sleeping in the basement since he moved back into his home after years of being missing and has done his research there as well.

You were now in the basement as if it was your first time there. You looked about: there were test tubers and papers scattered everywhere, and you noticed a small bed; you were exhausted, so you didn't mind the cramped space around you. It was a better option than sleeping on the couch and you did a lot better in company than alone. "I apologize if it isn't much but I can make things comfortable for you." Ford offered even though you accepted his hospitality.

You lay down on the bed, draping a blanket over yourself waiting for yourself waiting for Ford to join you. Ford walked over to you and laid down on the bed putting the blanket over himself as you were waiting for him.

Ford extended his arms for you. You went within his arms, and he wrapped his arms around you, and the two of you began cuddling together as you laid your head on the pillow right next to him.

This was nice for you, and he was warm as you snuggled up to him. You wanted to stay warm, especially on this cold night, so you began to close your eyes. Ford fell asleep quickly, likely due to exhaustion. You were aware that he always fought to sleep due to him constantly working and trying to overcome his trauma from Bill Cipher and being gone for so many years yet here you are.

Things were changing quickly, and you hadn't intended on settling in right away just to see how things went. You know Ford would never damage you in any manner, he was a logical man but he wouldn't be the type to lay a hand on you, he's too much of a sweetheart to you to think about doing that.

You eventually fell asleep as well. You were in dreamland as if dancing within your dreamscape. You were wondering what Ford was thinking in his dream.

Ford was thinking about you inside his dreamscape, instead as he was peacefully asleep not wanting to wake up for any moment.

It was a serene night throughout, from a night of mystery under the stars to the beginning of a new romance. You weren't sure what you had planned for tomorrow, but you'd figure it out. You always do.

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#meteor shower #night time #crush x reader #crush x crush #a person has a crush #sfw #confessing #confession #kissing #cuddling and snuggling #gravity falls fanfiction #gravity falls x you #gravity falls x reader #stanford pines x you #stanford x reader #second person pov #female reader #gravity falls

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delicatesmilesys · 6 months ago

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₊˚⊹♡ Valentine's Day at the Mystery Shack (WillFord & Stanalina)

Another gift to my beloved friend

Once Willow belongs to my friend Robin (@robtamamaxarchist)

Catalina belongs to me (@delicatesmilesys)

tags : suggestive, flirting, SFW, kissing, flirting, 18+

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WillFord

It was Valentine's Day, a special day for lovers and couples, usually a holiday dedicated to the month of love. Stanford wouldn’t think much of the holiday by itself, yet he would do something special for his wife after all. This time was different after so many years of being apart. He was going to make another difference in her life. It was going to take a day of preparation to accomplish. Stanford sat on the bed as he looked across his sleeping wife and began to start his day.

He left their shared room since they had lived in the basement since Stanley lived up on the upper floor. He was creating something special, whipping up something amazing. It was one of his greatest inventions. Something beautiful. Since he was experimenting with the photos they had around them. He knew Willow was peacefully asleep while he worked. It was taking a good few minutes on this new job of his.

Willow began wiping her eyes as she slowly woke up. Normally, she would get up early because she no longer works at the hospital and has more time to spend with Stanford and his travels documenting anomalies. She began to worry, where has Ford gone off to noticing quickly he’s gone.

Stanford sat down and did his best to comply with all of the pictures they had together; he knew Willow would appreciate the gift because she had so many photos to record the time. He saw a lot of photos of him sleeping or passed out on the couch. He felt embarrassed yet he still put the photos together. Some photos from their youth to now. It was finished. As he swept the sweat of his brow.

Willow got up from the bed because she was in her pajamas. She was feeling decently well-rested. She went over to her closet and started to scroll through her outfits stumbling onto one and instantly removing her pajamas and putting those new clothes on. Now it was time to check where Stanford was.

Before he heard Willow’s footsteps directly behind him, Stanford was too preoccupied. Willow couldn’t wait to find out what her husband was doing at this early hour. “What’s that you are working on, dear?” Stanford finally noticed his beloved wife’s voice. “It’s a surprise.” Stanford quickly said as he didn’t want her to see it yet.

Willow cocked an eyebrow at him, wondering what this was all about. "Would you close your eyes for me, dear?" Stanford asked her politely. “Alright, for you I'll oblige,” Willow responded as Ford brought out the photo collage in his hands. “You may open them now,” Stanford called to his wife saying that she could open her eyes.

Once she opened her eyes, it was a photo collage, she felt like she was going to burst into tears. It was so beautiful having all their cherished memories together, tears fell from her face. “Oh, Stanford... This is beautiful.” Her voice was calm and soothing as she held the photo collage in her hands. It was as if she was going to cherish it forever. Stanford enjoyed her reaction and smiled. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Love.”

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Stanalina

Oh, it was the day of love. Valentine’s Day. Usually, Catalina used to spend this holiday alone due to her now formally a single mother who has full custody. Now she was happily married to Stan, who she was happy now to call her husband. She spent this morning preparing for what was ahead.

Catalina was happily cooking breakfast, since Stan works so hard, she decided it would be best if she helped cook over breakfast. Watching the bacon sizzle and having her special Cat Pancakes, since Stan has his Stan Cakes, she decided to give her pancakes a type of name. She already had coffee made in the coffee pot since she knows that she drinks coffee. The food was already finished, and she was going to spend breakfast in bed.

Catalina was setting up the plate and putting them on the counter and putting the food on both plates with two cups of coffee on top of making room and she soon became to make her way to their shared bedroom to see Stan happily sleeping, she knows he needs his old man sleep.

Catalina stood in front of the bed waiting for him to wake up, soon as he woke up. When he wakes up, he sees just his gorgeous wife. He slowly sat up as if he was feeling groggy and he began to rub his eyes for a good minute or two. He smiled once he saw all the food, “Good Mornin', Cat” Stan said with Catalina smiling sweetly towards him. “I thought about bringing breakfast to bed since today is a special day.”She gave him his coffee and his breakfast he immediately began to eat since of course he loved his wife's cooking since she made it for him.

Stan tilted his eyebrow slightly. "What? Is this your birthday? A holiday? Wait." Stan attempts to remember which day it was. It couldn't be their anniversary since they decided to have a summer wedding, couldn't be the day they met during one of Stan's mystery shack's tours. He was thinking hard as Catalina let him think about it.

“It's Valentine's Day, silly.” Catalina playfully teased him much to Stan's embarrassment. Right, it was indeed the day of love and Stan felt bad not doing anything for Catalina besides sleep yet Catalina wouldn't mind regardless as the two of them began to eat. “Sorry, I forgot today was that day, Cat... things got busier at the shack," Stan said nervously as if stumbling on his food. How about I treat you to dinner, how does that sound?" He asked Catalina who was already finished with her food and she smiled ever so sweetly. “That'll be lovely.”

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#sfw #gravity falls fanfiction #comfort #established relationship #flirting #married life #domestic life #cuddling #mature theme #18+ mdni #gravity falls x oc #intimacy #valentines day #gravity falls

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delicatesmilesys · 8 months ago

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✦ ‧₊˚ cat steven + lion stimboard

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delicatesmilesys · 9 months ago

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Bill Cipher’s part is the best. Anyways this is good writing and everyone should go check it out.

✧・₊˚ 🕯️ christmas with the gravity falls characters 🎄₊˚ ・✧

𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒄𝒊𝒑𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏 𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔, 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

a/n: i know, i know, Stan and Ford are jewish, but still, i wanted to make this little gift for you all with your favourite characters

・₊˚ ❄️ 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

definitely loves watching the same old black-and-white holiday movies, cackling like he’s never seen them before. you spend the day with him in the mystery shack, surrounded by all the tacky decorations he somehow managed to find for fifty cents or less, because of course he’d never spend actual money on something frivolous like a real christmas tree. nah, you get the plastic one he found at a garage sale, still missing half its branches but looking perfect in his eyes. and then he winks at you, smiling awkwardly, as if you didn’t just catch him trying to use duct tape to stick a piece of tinsel back on.

he’d totally try to sell you the idea of the “mystery shack christmas deluxe experience” where you roast hot dogs instead of chestnuts and every gift is “mystery-themed” (read: stuff he didn’t sell during summer tourist season). but then, once he realizes you're not buying into the grift, he’ll sit with you on the couch in his beat-up old slippers, placing an arm around your shoulder while you both share a bottle of wine, Stan keeps glancing at you during such quiet moments, because he’s simply not sure how he got so lucky to have you around for a holiday he didn’t even care about before you showed up in his life.

𓂃⋆.˚ his gifts come straight from the heart. something handmade, like a charm bracelet he cobbled together from trinkets he’s kept from his con days, or a mixtape full of the music that reminds him of you.

𓂃⋆.˚ he buys you your favorite snacks, no matter how obscure or hard to find. it’s his love language to see your beautiful eyes light up when you see them on the counter, all for you, his most beloved person in the whole world

𓂃⋆.˚ one christmas, he gave you a framed picture of you both, taken during one of the rare moments he wasn’t scowling at the camera. you’d been laughing, mid-snowball fight and he’d secretly printed and framed it because he thought it was the best picture of the two of you ever taken

𓂃⋆.˚ Stan loves christmas movies, especially the cheesy, feel-good ones. you’ll find him crying over the ending of It’s a Wonderful Life and insisting it’s “just allergies.”

𓂃⋆.˚ he’s a sucker for mistletoe. he’ll hang it everywhere, just so he has an excuse to kiss you. even when you’re not under it, he’ll point vaguely upwards and say, “hey, mistletoe,” before pulling you in.

𓂃⋆.˚ Stan puts antlers on the stanleymobile. he would

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Stan isn’t big on planning, but he knows you’ve been looking forward to the holiday festivities downtown. he grumbles about the cold and the crowds, but the moment you take his hand and lead him toward the string lights and decorated shops, he softens.

he insists on winning you something at one of those cheesy carnival games, even though he curses every time he misses. eventually, he manages to snag a small, wonky-looking stuffed reindeer and hands it to you with a self-satisfied smirk.

“there. merry christmas, kid,” he says, ruffling your hair in teasing, affectionate way.

you drag him to the ice rink, and though he complains the entire time, he lets you pull him onto the ice. he’s clumsy as he tries not to fall, but when you laugh and hold onto him, he relaxes. by the end of it, you’re both clinging to each other, red-faced and breathless from laughter, but so happy to share this moment together.

when the evening winds down, Stan buys you both hot cider from a street vendor and finds a spot by the giant christmas tree in the town square. he slips his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close as you both admire the lights.

“this ain’t so bad. . . as long as you’re here.” as he leans to kiss you.

✧𐙚 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

ford’s version of christmas is surprisingly tender, a little awkward at first because, you know, the guy’s been trapped in alternate dimensions for thirty years and kinda forgot how to do this whole “holiday cheer” thing. he insists on going all out though: a real tree, real ornaments (none of Stan’s tacky nonsense), and actual thought put into the gifts he gives you.

you catch him late at night in the living room as he fiddles with an ornament in his hands. it’s something handmade, probably from one of his crazy adventures in random universes. when he notices you watching, he smiles shyly.

“this holiday. . . it reminds me of what i missed out on, but being here with you, it makes me feel like i’m reclaiming some of that.” he hesitates for a second, taking your hand in his. “thank you. . . for reminding me what home feels like.”

𓂃⋆.˚ he’s the kind of guy who surprises you with heartfelt little gestures, like writing you a short story as a gift or carving something intricate out of wood

𓂃⋆.˚ his gifts are so painfully thoughtful because he stays awake all night thinking about the perfect thing. a first edition book that reminds him of your favorite stories, complete with a personal inscription in his cursive handwriting

𓂃⋆.˚ little treasures from his multidimensional travels: pressed flowers from an alien world, rocks from another dimension that shimmer in the light, a hand-drawn star map of the night he first realized he loved you

𓂃⋆.˚ he’s too shy to hand them over directly so he’ll leave them on your desk or your pillow with a note that simply says: “for you.” his heart always pounds until you smile and kiss him in thanks

𓂃⋆.˚ he loves practicality but puts so much heart into it. one year, he crafted a custom notebook for you, complete with little sketches and a pressed flower he found on one of your walks

𓂃⋆.˚ he wraps everything with precise care. edges folded sharply, no stray tape. it’s absurdly cute watching this man hunch over his workbench, tongue sticking out slightly in concentration as he tries to make the wrapping paper perfect

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Ford plans everything. he doesn’t let you know until the last second, of course, he just tells you to bundle up and meet him outside the cabin, a thermos of hot chocolate already waiting for you in his hands. his scarf is wrapped haphazardly around his neck and his glasses are fogging up as he waits for you.

“you’re going to love this,” he promises excitedly as he leads you toward a clearing in the woods where a telescope is already set up with its lens gleaming in the moonlight.

Ford’s breath is visible in the cold night air as he begins pointing out constellations. his voice is soft but brimming with passion as he tells you stories of orion, cassiopeia and scorpius. then he smiles and points to one bright star in particular.

“that’s sirius, the dog star,” he explains. “it’s the brightest star in the sky and it rises in winter.”

you’re so caught up in his voice that you barely notice him draping his coat over your shoulders to keep you warm. his arm brushes yours and he leans in close to adjust the telescope for you.

later, you both sit on a plaid blanket he brought along, sharing marshmallows from his pocket (a surprisingly cute habit of his). he points out meteors and tells you about the science behind them, but when you notice him stealing glances at you, you realize that he’s more interested in the stars reflected in your eyes.

🕯️✧ 𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐫

you’re pretty sure he doesn’t even understand the concept of Christmas at first. he just likes the idea of shiny things, chaos, and people losing their minds over last-minute shopping. this demon will conjure up decorations that shouldn’t exist in this reality, like ornaments that sing creepy songs when you touch them or garlands made out of what you hope are fake teeth.

“aw, sweetie, you mortals and your ridiculous traditions! let me guess, you want peace on earth, goodwill toward men, blah blah blah.” he laughs. but what you don’t expect is when he snaps his fingers to make snow fall inside your living room. romantic, isn’t it?

but just when you think he’s gonna ruin the whole thing, he floats close to you, winking at you with his single eye. “y’know, for a meat sack, you’ve got some pretty decent taste in holidays. let’s make this one memorable, shall we?”

and memorable it is. whether it’s him warping reality to give you the most extravagant gifts you’ve ever seen (did he just pull a diamond-encrusted reindeer out of nowhere?) or making the stars spell out your name as a “christmas present,” he’s nothing if not dramatic. it’s so chaotic and unsettling, but dating Bill, you got used to find it weirdly romantic.

𓂃⋆.˚ he doesn’t wrap his gifts. he just hands them to you saying “you’re welcome, sweetie.”

𓂃⋆.˚ snowball fights with bill are intense. he cheats., making snowballs hover in the air before pelting you with them. but he’ll let you win in the end, claiming it’s because you’re his “favorite meat sack.”

𓂃⋆.˚ bill tries to summon krampus just to spice things up. it does NOT go well.

𓂃⋆.˚ bill LOVES christmas carols, but he never sings them right. he changes the lyrics to absurd or downright creepy things just to make you laugh. “oh, the weather outside is frightful, and so are the screams of mortals!”

𓂃⋆.˚ bill would absolutely gift you something ridiculous, borderline threatening. you open it and it’s. . . what? a cursed snowglobe? a contract you accidentally signed by touching the ribbon? he’s laughing, until you roll your eyes and toss the whole thing in the fireplace. poor guy is shocked

𓂃⋆.˚ he’s got a twisted sense of humor, so his gifts are always a bit offbeat too, for example, a bottle of some mystical liquid, or even just an empty box with a cryptic note inside (pls don’t read it out loud!!)

𓂃⋆.˚ but then he’ll surprise you with something. . . oddly sentimental, like a necklace engraved with your initials in gold

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Bill shows up uninvited on christmas eve because he loves bothering his little human. no warning, no knock on the door, just bam and your the fireplace goes cold and there he is: spinning lazily above your living room, his one big eye watching bc you. “surprise, sweetie! It’s me, your beloved demon!“ is he. . . wearing a tiny santa hat perched on his corner??

“HO HO HO! MERRY APOCALYPSE!” he shouts, throwing candy canes that explode on impact. your couch is gone, replaced by a pile of something vaguely moving. you don’t ask

he’s already decorated your living room. except “decorated” is generous, it’s like if christmas threw up on a nightmare. ornaments float mid-air, blinking like eyes; tinsel coils around the walls like it’s alive; the tree is definitely moving, it waves at you.

“you didn’t think I’d miss the holiday season, did you?!” he laughs loudly, his tone got a weird excitement in it, like he genuinely loves this. “ahh, Christmas, a time for giving, receiving and unraveling the fragile sanity of your pitiful mortal mind! i brought presents!”

he snaps his fingers and it’s not a good sign, because every time he does it, you prepare for something creepy and weird. suddenly there’s a pile of gifts under the writhing tree. you’re hesitant, obviously, because one of the boxes is hissing and another is. . . uh, glowing? but Bill’s so excited, floating in circles and chanting “open ‘em! open ‘em!” you cave.

you hesitate. “. . . what’s the catch?”

his single eye narrows, offended. “oh, come on, baby. dont you trust me?”

you don’t, obviously, but curiosity is a terrible drug. so you reach out.

the first box is full of. . . how cute, teeth. just teeth. human? animal? who knows. Bill cackles. “thought you could use some spare parts!” the second box explodes into confetti that screams too damn loud your head hurts. and the third. . . oh, the third box contains a perfectly normal sweater. you blink at it, suspicious.

“what? cant a guy be sentimental?” Bill grumbles, narrowing his eye. then he lunges forward, the sweater levitating out of the box and straight onto you. “aww, look at you! you’re adorable! now let’s go and sing carols and by carols I mean we’re summoning an eldritch horror to devour the moon!“

merry christmas, you guess?

🎄๋࣭⭑ 𝐟𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐦𝐜𝐠𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭

Christmas with Fiddleford is the epitome of cozy. he’s humming holiday tunes while tinkering with some gadget that probably doesn’t belong anywhere near the christmas tree and the smell of something sweet and homemade fills the air. . . probably pie, because you know that man can bake.

a goofy smile is plastered on his face the whole day, his laughter fills the house every time you catch him singing off-key or accidentally setting something on fire in the kitchen, but don’t worry, he’s got a fire extinguisher handy.

“now don’t you worry, darlin’, christmas ain’t ‘bout fancy gifts or big ol’ decorations. it’s about spendin it with the folks ya love!”

he insists on sitting by the fire with you later with his banjo on his knee as he strums something soft and slow. he swears it’s not a carol! but god, the way this man looks at you while playing. . . you swear your heart melts a little right there. “merry christmas, sugar.” you smile and lean your head on his shoulder

𓂃⋆.˚ Fiddleford also loves making little gadgets as gifts. one year, he made you a wind-up snow globe that plays a soft lullaby and snows glitter. he was so proud of it

𓂃⋆.˚ he loves making you laugh so his gift might be something silly, like a tiny, dancing robot chicken. but it always comes with a heartfelt, “just somethin to remind ya how special you are to me.”

𓂃⋆.˚ oh, he knits. scarves, mittens, sweaters, you name it, he’s made it. he even knits little ornaments to hang on the tree. your first christmas together, he made you a scarf in your favorite colors and was so shy about giving it to you

𓂃⋆.˚ he always makes a little handmade card to go with his gifts, with a sweet note inside telling you how much you mean to him.

𓂃⋆.˚ he’s a baker during christmas. the smell of cookies fills the house and he always sneaks you a bite of dough, claiming it’s for “quality control.”

𓂃⋆.˚ when it’s snowing, he’ll insist on taking you outside to build snowmen!!

𓂃⋆.˚ gets really embarrassed but also so happy when you compliment his work. he blushes furiously and tries to brush it off, but deep down, he loves that someone appreciates him

***

Fiddleford’s kitchen is a mess of flour, sugar and cinnamon. he insists on baking cookies from scratch, even though he’s clearly winging it.

“don’t worry, darling, a lil bit of mess just means it’s gonna taste better,” he assures you, his whole face is dusted with flour.

he hums christmas carols as he works. when you try to help, he wraps his arms around you from behind and guides your hands as you roll out the dough. and damn, his touch is so comforting and warm, better than any fireplace.

“now that’s the spirit, love,” he says, nuzzling your neck.

the cookies come out slightly misshapen but so delicious and cute, Fiddleford insists on decorating them together. he smears frosting on your nose at one point, laughing when you retaliate by smearing some on his cheek.

later, as the cookies cool, he pulls you onto the couch with a cozy quilt and mugs of spiced cider. he kisses your temple and murmurs, “best christmas i ever had,” as the fire crackles softly in the background.

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*:ꔫ:* Mistletoe Kiss (Willford)

author's note: Willow is my best friend Robin's oc. They have given me permission to use their character for this oneshot. This is a Christmas present for them. I love and care about them so much.

tags: romance, christmas, mistletoe, established relationship, married couple, Stanford x oc, flirting, sfw.

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It happened to be Christmas Eve at the mystery shack. Stanford and Stanley Pines were both Jewish so why would they be celebrating this holiday? Well because Stanely thought it would be an nice holiday for them to spend time with each other however it seems certain two individuals were thrilled about the holidays.

Willow has already decorated for the holiday season. Catalina was helping arrange the Christmas tree set in the mystery shack; everything was decked.

Stanley noticed Stanford appeared dumbfounded, he knew that this was probably a hard time for him to adjust after it had only been a year now that Stanford had been out of the portal and of course he was going to help his brother.

Stanley started walking towards Stanford. “What is wrong? Cat got your tongue?” Stanley made the comment to his brother, not considering how it would affect him.

“I’m not very used to celebrating holidays like this plus we are Jewish, we never celebrate Christmas.” Stanford exclaimed, although he wasn't sure if he remembered doing something Christmas-related, primarily because of his wife's love of the holidays.

“Well…do you see that right there?” Stanley was referring to their wives being happy about Christmas.

“Uh yes, I do, Stanley.” Stanford began to adjust his glasses, staring at Willow and Catalina.

“It doesn’t matter whether or not we are Jewish or not, you sure know better about our wives.” Stanley wrapped his arm over Stanford, teasing him slightly much to Stanford’s embarrassment.

Stanford gives a gentle sigh and walks over to his wife Willow. When Willow saw Stanford approaching her while she was busy decorating, she instantly pushed herself into him. “Ford! do you like the decorations I helped set up with Catalina?”

Stanford smiled shyly and glanced at his wife, who was wrapping her arms around him, knowing she couldn't be away from him for a moment. “I think they are just fine.” Stanford replied nonchalantly with his arms around his wife.

Catalina took this as notice and smiled smugly. “Ahem, I’ll see what Stan is up to, have fun you two!” She said before giving the two of them a wink. “Okay! I know we have a lot of catching up to do.” Willow said still holding onto Stanford's gratefully.

Soon enough Stanford started to walk with Willow attached to his chest holding her like a koala.

Catalina appeared with Stan in the far distance. Those two appear to be conversing about something. “I think I know a good way to get Ford in the spirits of Christmas~” Stanley raised his eyebrows in amusement and pondering what his wife was thinking. “What’s gotcha you thinkin’, Doll?~”

Catalina began to speak in Stanley's ear. “Hang up the mistletoe in the doorway~” Oh this got Stan riled up. “I’ll get to it right away~” Stanley Pines went towards the box of “Christmas” Stuff and finally he spotted the mistletoe.

“You’re still as strong as I remember, dear. Makes me wonder how long you’ve been keeping this up~” Willow began to tease him as she traced her finger on his chest while Stanford held her up wrapped around him.

Stanford turned red again before clearing his throat as they were almost close to walking towards the doorway. “For you, I’m always top in shape.” He smiled confidently before repositioning her on her feet, as his arms were a little fatigued. But that wasn’t stopping Willow from touching him anytime soon.

Stanley attaches the mistletoe and walks towards Catalina while they both watch; Willow and Stanford are now underneath the mistletoe.

They stood there together. After a slow blink, Willow recognized that they were beneath the mistletoe. Willow thought of another idea when she saw Stanford standing there. “Well, are you going to stand there or are you going to kiss me?”

Stanford’s body was frozen before taking a huge leap pulling Willow into a huge deep passionate but loving kiss. Willow was taken by surprise at how quick he was to do this. Their bodies tightened around each other for a brief period and they kissed each other's lips passionately.

Willow had to draw away from the kiss to retain her composure. Stanford’s hands resting on her hips. “What can I do to get you to kiss like that again?” Willow responded, peering up into Stanford's eyes. “We should save this for the bedroom~” Stanford immediately pulled Willow into a bridal position. Willow was caught by surprise holding onto him, “Well then, lead the way, starlight~” --------------------------------------------------

Bonus

Willow and Stanford were looking at Stanley and Catalina, who were not acting innocently because of what they had planned, particularly Catalina's scheme. “Who's idea was putting the mistletoe up?” Stanford inquired, crossing his arms, slightly embarrassed.

Stanley and Catalina gazed at each other. Catalina smiled broadly: “It was my idea.” “Plain and simple.” Catalina spoke with her hands underneath her chin. Willow giggled softly before leaning in to say this inside Catalina’s ear, “Thank you~ that really lifted up his Christmas spirit.”

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#romance #christmas #holidays #established relationship #christmas presents #married couple #happy marriage #stanford pines x oc #stanford pines #gravity falls x oc #gravity falls fanfiction #flirting #sfw #spending time with each other #intimacy #third person pov

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delicatesmilesys · 9 months ago

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Belphegor (Seven Deadly Sins) ☁️ (helluva boss headcanons)

author note: these are my personal headcanons one of the seven deadly sins! this one goes out to Belphegor!! I know they do not have a speaking role, if there is more content for her, I will make a revamped version or what not idk really. I just really love Belphegor.

I will do one for each sin

this is sfw (18+)

-------------------------------------------------- ☁️ Belphegor has one of the world's softest furs. She is the number one cuddle bug, willing to cuddle with anyone who wants to. Her wool is like feeling fluffy clouds. You could touch them if you ask nicely! She is willing to help anyone with insomnia. ☁️ Belphegor is a fan of Dreamcore. As it gives her a sense of nostalgia and her dreams. She finds liminal spaces to be oddly comforting, despite how weird it all is. She loves all the surrealism of it all. It is a way she soothes her mind.

☁️ Belpehgor's favorite flower is lavender; not only is it pretty, but due to it is also able to help people sleep better. Lavender overall improves people's moods and sleeping patterns. She would often decorate her home with lavender flowers; when you first enter, you can feel the aroma of lavender. ☁️ Belphegor loves herbal teas and will make all sorts of tea. She would use tea to help people sleep. She loves the taste of the tea, finding it both calming and alluring. Chamomile tea is her favorite kind of tea, and she would make you tea if you asked for it, believing tea to be a good remedy. ☁️ Belphegor sleeps 12 hours a day, due to being the sin of sloth. She has built machines to do all the work for her. She loves her beauty sleep and has a natural ability to sleep anywhere and everywhere. Since she has a long neck, she can fall asleep with her head up and lying her head down; she constantly takes naps. She is a hard worker when needed. ☁️ Belphegor isn’t much of a talker but she is more of a listener. She is very attentive to people's emotions and can understand exactly how they are feeling. She may not say much, but she will do what she can to help you. You could talk to Belphegor about anything and everything. She will apologize if she dozes off in front of you talking.

☁️ Belphegor likes AsMR and will often do AsMR-type content if she has a YouTube channel. She is a very soft-spoken person and can be perceived as quiet.

☁️ Belphegor sees through her multiple eyes. She has a third eye, psychically and mentally. Her third eye in itself is connected to mystical intuition and insight. Her eyes are very sensitive; please do not poke them. She may have some psychic abilities, but either way may be unconfirmed. ☁ Belphegor is responsible for the hospitals and administering medications, which would be happiness pills, sleepy pills, party drugs, etc. Any pills that can cure or help any ailments are responsible for creating first aid kits. Basically, the Ring of Sloth has this type of technology, like the way they would help get insulin for imps, offering affordable programs for those who cannot afford healthcare.

☁️ Belphegor enjoys sipping milk and munching cookies. Her favorite kind of cookies are chocolate chips. She mainly likes to drink milk before sleeping or napping overall. They were her comfort food.

☁️ Her favorite musical artists depend. She prefers Melanie Martinez and Jack Stauber. She particularly enjoys listening to lullabies. Any time that music gives that sleepy or weird vibe, she is an instant fan. Her favorite songs are I’d Rather Sleep by Kero Kero Bonito, Tunnel Vision by Melanie Martinez, and Estranger by Jack Stauber. This girl likes Lemon Demon too.

☁️ Believe it or not, Belphegor’s favorite type of animal is the koala. Not only do they look soft and cuddly, but they are one of the animals with the longest sleep cycles. She really appreciates their small characteristics.

☁️ She is not a big drinker. But one of her favorite cocktails is called Blue Dream. It contains 2 ounces of blue curacao, 2 ounces of coconut rum, and 2 ounces of pina colada non-alcoholic drink mix topped off with whipped cream, but she would drink any cocktail.

☁️ Belphegor likes tarot cards and fortune-telling. She is willing to offer to tell you a fortune or do any tarot card reading of your choosing; this is one of her main niches. And she does it not because she has to but because she wants to.

☁️ Belphegor has a lot of pillows and a whole collection of stuffed animals. Her bedroom is like fluffy clouds. Her bed screams Dreamland. Her bedroom is very pretty. The image below is what I think her bedroom would look like

☁️ Belphegor and Bee have a sibling-type relationship, with Belphegor being the bigger sister and Beelzebub being the little sister to her. As a way to keep Bee from abusing the party drugs and not promote stealing, she wants the best for Bee in any that she can provide.

☁️ Belphegor prefers to remain neutral in situations, avoiding drama and controversy. The same during the court scene: she decided to stay quiet for a very good reason. She sees herself as a mediator and often tries to see both sides of each conversation. ☁️ Belphegor is techy savvy, she is able to work or fix any electronics, understanding its mechanics. Bring her anything that is technology and she would fix it. I like to think she was the one who invented the hell phones for the hellborn.

☁ Belphegor is very domestic; she would often be considered a caretaker of sorts and is exceptionally good with children and is known to both lull babies and children to sleep, letting children or babies snuggle up in her fur as she rocked them to sleep and she would be similar to this to her partner, showing how good of a parent she could be if she wanted to

☁️ Belphegor’s favorite color palette:

☁️ Belphegor’s nickname is Bel and will respond to those who call her nickname basically anyone who considers worthy and is her friend. She also doesn’t mind being called Belphie.

☁️ Belphegor loves the moon and the stars, she would be the one who often stargazes. Nights are absolutely beautiful in the sloth ring. She likes Stolas for his job and showing her love with Astronomy with him.

☁️ Belphegor has a secret flock of sheep, most of her citizens are goats. She is similar to Baphomet when it comes to her design and owning scented candles as she was considerably spiritually connected to candles.

☁️ Belphegor is the sixth strongest sin next to Asmodeus being the seventh strongest sin, it is unknown whether or not she would show off her power or not but she does not consider herself a show off.

☁️ Belphegor's Pokemon team: Jigglypuff, Espeon, Drowzee, Snorlax, Munna and Espurr

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#helluva boss #helluva boss belphegor #seven deadly sins #sfw #headcanons #sin of sloth

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delicatesmilesys · 9 months ago

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.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ✦ ‧₊˚ ⋅ A Rainy Cozy Night (Stanford x Female Reader)

Gravity Falls

pov : it’s a rainy night at the mystery shack

tags : comfort, established relationship, fem reader, cuddling, spooning, flirting, second person, sfw

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You were staying at the mystery shack with your partner, Ford. You was sitting on the couch, and you could hear the rain falling. It was pouring outside, water droplets hitting the window.

You let out a collective sigh, wishing to spend time with him.

Stanford was a working man, who never stopped working It's as if his brain never stops, even when he's asleep. Stanford has been working on his latest finding on this anomaly ever since coming back from the portal. Gravity Falls has changed. Especially with Gravity Falls being surrounded by an weirdness bubble that kept him on his toes.

Stanford's thoughts began to wander toward Y/N. It’s been seven weeks since they have been dating and Stanford couldn’t be happier. But he doesn't know why Y/N is one of the only people who gets his heart racing.

Stanford is so focused on his research right now that he can't think about anything else. But Y/N remained in his mind. He was startled out of his reverie as he heard footsteps approaching him slowly.

You stood immediately behind him, with the rain coming down outside, Stanford smiled at you with tenderness and sweetness. “I hadn't noticed you till now. Yes, I am working.”

You hooked your arms around Stanford's neck, “When are you going to stop working? It’s raining and everyone is sleeping. I am so lonely.” You began to try to persuade him to stop working and pay attention to you.

Since you and he were in the basement, there was already a bed there. You were responsible for the bed's implementation since you didn’t enjoy Stanford sleeping on the couch, Stanford sighed, gazing at his work and then at you.

You were his weak spot as he rose from his chair, your arms letting go around his neck and shoulders.

“I am doing this for you, okay?” Stanford spoke in a clear and firm tone, not angry or upset at being interrupted. He was doing this for you and wanted to ensure you understood.

You took a moment to respond then again this was Stanford, “Okay, only because I want you to relax.” You were dragging him to bed, the rain being so heavy at the moment. Stanford was taller than you on the bed since you were shorter.

As you lay on the bed, you wrapped your arms around him and nuzzled against his chest.

Stanford was protective of you at the time, and whenever you two went anamoly hunting, he would always hold your hand and be the one to put himself in danger in order for you not to get hurt.

You were gorgeous. You were almost delicate in his eyes, yet it didn't stop him from loving you so much.

He leaned in to kiss you on the forehead, “Why must you be the one to make me all warm and fuzzy.” You spoke while looking up at him and into his eyes.

“I don't know, I should be saying the same to you.” Stanford said as if saying something clearly.

You reddened, unsure of what to do. What this man might possibly do to you. His arms wrap tightly around you.

“Your presence in itself is comforting…I feel calm around you. Like you know how to not put me on edge.” You spoke with flushed cheeks, revealing your affections for him in front of him.

“I am surprised I make you feel that way, it makes me happy knowing that I can do that to you.” Stanford smiled timidly feeling himself burning up. Why are you so sweet? It is not fair. You opted to shift where you were. You finally were able to go face to face with him. Your lovely (e/c) eyes connect Stanford's. “You have such a handsome man, my silver fox~” You began to plant a kiss on his lips. Stanford's eyes widened, taking him by surprise. Stanford slowly closed his eyes as he started to return the kiss.

That was the closest Stanford has ever held you. With their eyes closed, they had an intense and sensual kiss.

Stanford pulled away from their intense kiss, and both of their cheeks flushed. They were both breathless.

They gradually open their eyes to comprehend what has transpired. “Do you realize that you're too much?” Stanford looked away slightly before looking back again. ” Stanford looked away slightly before looking back again.

“I’d rather to be too much then too little.” Y/N remarked as the two of them were in spooning positions. Stanford was your big spoon and he was your little spoon. The rain was still going on to bring further the ambience.

Soon enough, they would fall asleep.

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Author’s Note : This is my first gravity falls x reader fic and first time writing Stanford Pines x Reader. I was inspired by @darlingdaisyfarm they are such a amazing writer. I wouldn’t feel inspired to write this

#gravity falls #stanford pines x reader #fem reader #comfort #spooning #flirting #in relationship #rainy night #second person pov #established relationship #gravity falls x reader #gravity falls x you #reader insert #stanford pines x you #gravity falls fanfiction #stanford pines

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