#ford x rosie

[nalit-source]

Wild Love (Rose Hill Series) by Elsie Silver

"Because Rosie might think she knows what our secret is, but mine is that I loved sitting on that dock with her even back then."

[maddiesflame]

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[rhearoy-hunter]

I did @/bitzzoxl's DTIYS but it's my silly little "Everything's Rosy/Rose Tinted Bill" AU heheh

[sleeplessdreamer14]

𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌

fandom: gravity falls

relationship: stanford pines x reader

summary: the moment Ford realized he liked you. 

contains: stan being stan, the uh-oh moment, and pining

Ford wasn’t the most social person, to put it plainly. Despite his popularity amongst his teachers at school and the odd handful of classmates, he normally preferred his own company, otherwise his family’s. It had been that way for a long time, and it seemed like it would remain so for the foreseeable future.

And so it did. That is, until he met you, which he did not see coming. 

You had this welcoming presence about you, that much was clear by the way you spoke to him for the first time in the seventh grade, remaining mostly unfazed by his sixth digit aside from the initial surprise. The first time he caught himself rambling about parapsychology and anomalistics, he found no judgment or disinterest in your expression. In fact, you were actually listening, setting down whatever you were doing just to give him your undivided attention. That was a first. It felt nice to have someone (who wasn’t his brother or mother) listen to him. 

And the energy was returned, as he indulged your interests too. Before he knew it, Ford would often seek out your company, whether his brother was available or not, and the two of you could usually be found bouncing ideas off of each other. The room seemed to brighten when you came into view, your presence made him feel comfortably warm inside. Whenever you two parted ways, it always felt too soon, just like it did now.

“Oh my gosh.”

Stan’s voice drew Ford’s attention away from you as you left.

“What?” he asked, mildly perturbed by the wily grin on his brother’s face. Stan just chuckled and nudged him, “You’ve got it so bad, it’s almost embarrassing.” he teased, to which Ford lightly shoved him away, beginning their route back home from the pier. 

“Stanley, come on. They’re my friend just as they are yours. They’re good company.” he said, glancing off to the side, as if that could conceal the rosy pink hue on his face, but Stan remained undeterred. “Sixer, face it. You’re whipped with a capital wh-pshh!” he said, smacking one hand with his other for emphasis. 

“I am not- look, [Name] is very kind and a good friend, I appreciate that. It’s not like I lie awake at night thinking about them.”

Several hours later, it was well past nightfall and everyone in the Pines household was fast asleep, save Ford. 

Up on the top bunk, he laid on his back, hands folded over his midriff as his chest heaved slowly and his heart thrummed steadily beneath its surface. That warmth was still present, especially around his face. His conversation with Stanley had been playing on loop all evening.

Of course Ford liked you, heck, he was crazy about you. You were so nice to him and fun to be around, your enthusiasm was so endearing, and you never treated his abnormalities as though they were defects.

And you weren’t bad to look at either, of course, like earlier that afternoon on the boardwalk when the sun’s light highlighted your features. He could stare at you for hours. The way you diminished his resolve just by looking his way and smiling at him was so positively-

Oh.

Oh. 

“Oh no.”

Ford could just faintly hear a sleepy chuckle from his brother in the bunk below him. 

if this gets enough notes I’ll write a part 2

[lvscoups]

just friends ; choi seungcheol x reader

summary choi seungcheol's been your best friend since elementary school, and now you're both eighteen, about to leave for university. the last thing that you want is to go to university as a virgin, so he offers to take your virginity. surely this won't make either of you question your feelings for each other, right? wc 5k tags slow burn, childhood best friends to lovers (somewhat), barb seungcheol, underage drinking/smoking, pwp, virgin!reader, loss of virginity, afab!reader, 18+ MINORS DNI

eighteen. what an age- when you were thirteen, you thought that by now you’d have a hot, popular boyfriend, have gone to hundreds of parties, have a huge friend group who would all go to the mall and travel together, and maybe even have a scholarship to harvard. but you started university in three months and you had nothing to show for it. it would keep you up at night, all the dreams you had when you were younger, and how few came true. you only had a couple of friends, a shitty job at a convenience store, and the last party you’d gone to was for your niece’s 8th birthday. what weighed on your mind the most, though, was that you still didn’t have a boyfriend- and you were still a virgin. university was your last shot to really live out those dreams, to go to parties, hook up with strangers, go clubbing.. but, god, the last thing you wanted was to lose your virginity to some random person you’d meet at a house party. but high school was over, and, really, what relationship could you establish with a man in a couple of months that would make him someone you’d want to lose your virginity to?

“seungcheol’s here for you!” your mom yelled from the kitchen. you came running to the front door with a smile on your face- he’s back from his vacation, fucking finally. “so we’re going to the beach?” you asked as soon as you saw him. “yeah, i think miles and his girl are coming, rosie is bringing some people too.” he smiled. “are you ready or are you gonna make me wait an hour again?” “the latter, i didn’t think you’d be coming so early.” he follows you to your room, sitting on the side of your bed as you pack. oh, choi seungcheol. your best friend since… sixth grade? you’ve watched him come and go through different relationships- he was someone you envied, living the guy version of the life you wanted for yourself. out of the handful of house parties you’d been to, he’d dragged you to almost all of them. you didn’t know what you’d do without him, he was always there for you, the one who introduced you to almost all of your friends, who would help you cheat on tests. without him, you’d be regretting your high school experience even more. “let’s go?” you pull your duffel bag over your shoulder, looking at him. “finally,”

he was one of the only people you knew who had his own car- his father got it for him for his seventeenth birthday. it wasn’t the best, but it was really nice. you were pretty sure it was a ford or something similar because it had one of those big open trunks people use to put wood and furniture in. no idea why he needed one of those, because he was always showing off how he was strong enough to carry anything by himself, but it was still cool. the two of you would put pillows and blankets in it and lay down, talking and drinking together, listening to music on your cheap bluetooth speaker. you got into his car, leaving your duffle bag at your feet, setting up your playlist and the aux while he started up the car. “i can’t believe you didn’t take me with you to the bahamas, you bitch.” you joked. “luggage costs are crazy, i already spend so much money on you,” he teased back. “it’s an hour drive to the beach, by the way.” “no problem,” after your playlist started up, the two of you drove in silence, partially. there was some small talk about the bahamas and a lot of you singing along to nicki minaj, who seungcheol always managed to sneak into the queue. “me and kim broke up,” seungcheol said during a particularly quiet song, his eyes still on the road. “and you didn’t tell me?” you replied, looking over at him with a shocked expression on your face. “yeah, i dunno. it just didn’t…” he trailed off. “it wasn’t a big deal to me.” “i liked her! remember when she gave you all those leftover cookies from… was it her church’s bake sale?” “yeah, i guess.” he stared off. “she was nice, i dunno why it didn’t affect me.” “god, remember when you broke up with sierra? that was fucking crazy.” you turned back, looking at the road, too. “sorry. why’d you…?” “it was her.” “shit, sorry.” “no, no, it’s fine, really. i lost interest and stopped talking to her as much and we called about it and decided to break it off.” “just like that?” “well not just like that. it wasn’t like i stopped talking to her all of a sudden.” he turned to you, smiling. “use your brain, dumbass.” “school is over, i don’t need to do that anymore.” you laughed. “but really, that’s crazy. i’m glad it’s not… bad, but, like, you two dated for a while.” “i wouldn’t say three months is that long,” he replied. “at least i’ll have a hot boy summer, or something. ewww, sorry. that was so bad.” “it was. but you’re right, have fun! emma’s single now, too. maybe you two can get together.” “i think i’m fine. i don’t know if i even want a girlfriend right now. maybe i’ll meet some hot twenty year old at uni. who knows.” he paused. “is emma really single?”

he turned onto a more bumpy, dirt road, and soon the sounds of the waves and music came closer and closer until the beach came into view. “parking’s gonna be a fucking nightmare.” he sighed, looking at the hundreds of cars parked throughout the parking lot. you picked up your phone, unplugging the aux cord to call rosie. “where is everybody?” you asked, putting the phone on speaker. “we’re near the playground and this barbeque thing. leia, where are we?” you could hear some people talking in the background. “leia’s sending a photo to you right now. bye!” “bye,” you hung up. “here, there’s a photo of the map… we’re at the entrance, right? we need to take a left until we see a washroom. can we stop at the washroom? i really need to pee.” “okay, be quick, though.”

after another half hour, you finally parked. “what did we bring?” you asked seungcheol as you both stepped out of the car. “just drinks and our swim stuff. don’t worry, just go ahead- i’ll carry everything.” you took your duffle bag and trudged through the sand- your cheap dollar store flip flops felt like they would break at any moment during the long journey, your heels burning every time they would touch even a bit of sand. “hey!” you called out, waving to everybody once you finally found them. “y/n!!” rosie replied, getting up and running to hug you, making you both fall on the ground. “ow, shit!” you exclaimed, getting up and laughing off the burning pain of the sand hitting your back. “sorry we took so long- cheol is on his way with everything. parking was crazy.” “can’t relate, we’ve all been here since six,” leia laughed. “miles and the other guys are in the water, we were gonna get lunch soon if you wanna come, though.” “i dunno, i think i might just settle in first. get comfy.” “totally fair, we can wait for you.” leia looked over to the water, where you could make out a bunch of guys swimming and splashing each other with water. “i don’t think the guys are getting out anytime soon, so don’t worry at all.” “thanks,” and then you heard seungcheol’s voice- well, his whine. “the sand…” he groaned, trudging towards you. when he finally reached you, he dropped the blue cooler and other bags down on the ground. “shit! that was torture…” “your fault for not asking for help.” you said, opening one of the bags and taking out a beach towel, laying it on the ground. “come on, sit down. tell the girls the news!” “what news?” rosie asked excitedly. “yeah what- oh,” seungcheol said. “it’s really not a big deal, y/n. me and kim broke up, that’s all.” “WHAT?” leia shouted. “tell me everything!” you got comfortable, sitting cross-legged under an umbrella while you listened to seungcheol recount everything.

“can someone help me with my sunscreen?” you asked. “rosie?” you turned onto your back and wiggled your shoulders. “no, you perv!” she laughed. you pouted jokingly before seungcheol approached you. “you can’t do anything by yourself, huh?” he teased, taking the bottle of sunscreen and opening it, putting some on your back and rubbing it in. “nevermind, seungcheol’s definitely the perv,” rosie replied. he laughed, and you closed your eyes, your head resting in your hands as you let the sun warm your body, waiting for seungcheol to finish. after a while, he hit your back gently a couple of times. “you’re welcome.” “thanks?” you replied, getting up. “let’s swim?” you asked the rest of the group. rosie and leia got up, taking off their sandals and flip-flops, agreeing immediately. “i’ll watch everybody’s stuff, since nobody else will.” seungcheol replied, sighing and crossing his arms dramatically. “thank you!!” you all called out to him as you ran off to the water.

the sun had set, and the air had gotten cooler. it was dark outside as you all laid together on the beach towels, the big, blue cooler seungcheol had brought now half empty. of course, seungcheol hadn’t drank a thing, despite his seemingly endless whining about just how bad he wanted to drink, how jealous he was of everyone who was drinking, how he wished you could drive.. it just went on and on. you hadn’t drunk, either, in forced solidarity with him. neither had miles’ girlfriend, bea, who was everyone else’s designated driver. you and seungcheol were lying down together, both wide awake from the chocolate starbucks doubleshot you’d shared an hour before. you both stared up at the sky. “it’s, like, two months until you leave.” seungcheol remarked. “a little less, right?” “yeah, but same thing. i can’t process it.” “i wish you’d been accepted. we could have gone together, rent a studio apartment. it’d look so cool. you’d have one side and it’d be, like, red or something, and mine would be… i dunno. it’d be cool.” “we should. maybe i’ll go online and move with you.” “that’d be so cool.” “i can’t imagine what it’ll be like without you.” “you can still call me. it’s not like i’m dying, stupid.” “yeah, but… you know.” “yeah,” silence. you shifted your attention somewhat to the conversation the rest of the people were having- something about how prom went, but you couldn’t really focus on it. “i’m leaving high school as a virgin.” you said, breaking the silence. “oh my god, you are. holy shit, that’s hilarious.” he started laughing. “i have no idea what i’m gonna do.” “what do you mean? you’re not gonna be the forty-year-old virgin or something. you’ll just lose your virginity to some college guy.” “i don’t really want that.” “don’t you wanna have fun in college? you mentioned that a lot.” “yeah, duh. but i don’t wanna lose my virginity to some random man.” “too late for you to not do that. you shoulda tried to get a boyfriend before high school ended.” “ugh, you don’t get it.” “what don’t i get?” “i dunno. this is weird.” more silence, but from the corner of your eye you saw him nod.

“what did you mean, about all of that stuff you were talking about earlier?” he asked on your way to the car. “what stuff?” “me not getting you wanting to lose your virginity or something. or not wanting to lose your virginity.” “oh.” you paused. “like, i dunno. i kinda wish i had a boyfriend or something. like i had had more of a life in high school. and now i have to just settle for losing my virginity to some guy i’ll probably never talk to again.” “isn’t that what you want?” “no, that’s what you don’t get. like i wanna have fun and, like, hook up with people or whatever. but i don’t wanna lose my virginity to a random person. that’s different.” “yeah, i get that.” “but, like, in a month and a half, you can’t really get a boyfriend. even if i did, i don’t wanna lose my virginity to someone i’ve known for less than two months.” “yeah.” you got in the car and waited as he started the engine. in the meantime, you set up the aux again. after a while, he broke the silence. “i can do it.” he said. “what?” “i’ll do it. if you want me to,” he added. “there’s so many weirdos out there. if they find out you’re a virgin they might, like, take advantage of you or something. we can do it, get it over with, you know?” you paused. it wasn’t a comfortable silence. “sorry. i don’t wanna overstep a boundary or anything.” he added, again. “no, no you didn’t. well you did but not in a weird way or anything. it’s just…” “yeah, i get it. i’m sorry.” “no, no, no. seriously, you’re fine. i’m not opposed to that idea or anything.” “yeah?” “yeah.. i mean, it’s better than what you said- losing my virginity to a weirdo or something.” “so then…?” “it’ll be weird, but let’s do it. i might change my mind but for now, let’s do it. yeah.”

you’d never thought of seungcheol in that way. maybe in your darkest, most desperate hours, but that was it. it wasn’t like you didn’t take notice to how huge his biceps were, or his fucking crazy jawline, or how perfectly everything on his face complimented each other, but.. you did that platonically. it would just be weird to do that. but now that the two of you had agreed to have sex together, you assumed nothing could be weirder than that. so you tried to will yourself to like him, or that’s what you told yourself. it wasn’t gonna be an enjoyable first time if you didn’t at least have some attraction to him, you thought. so you’d find yourself thinking about him a lot. at night, your mind would wander to his hands, his arms, and sometimes your fingers would brush against your clothed pussy, playing with it, imagining it was him. of course, it was all a part of your effort to have your ideal first time, at least, as ideal as it could be, considering it was with your best friend and not your imaginary boyfriend, and after high school had ended. you assumed sex was better when you were attracted to the person it was with, so it only made sense to create some attraction to him.

“have you ever.. thought about what you wanted?” the two of you were relaxing in the back of his car, where he’d put up pillows and blankets again. you’d brought some chips, and the two of you were drinking and eating, talking about whatever. “like, sexually?” you replied. “i guess. i mean for your first time.” “i don’t know. something romantic, in a bed, at night. i don’t wanna eat food first- i think that’s kinda gross. kissing someone after eating? ew..” “is that really it?” “yeah, i guess. i don’t really mind the rest.” “okay, okay.” he nodded. “i don’t wanna ask too many questions, it’s just… i wanna make sure that it’s special.” you blushed. “thank you,”

you’d arranged a date- the twelfth of august. you were leaving by the twentieth, so it seemed like a good time. it was the last day of july when you made the decision, and you found time flying by. seungcheol came over a lot more than he usually did, which was already a lot- he was your best friend, after all. as the twelfth grew closer and closer, you began to notice smaller things, like the way his eyes would linger on your chest and the flush that would appear on his face when you two were especially close. you pretended like you didn’t see it, the same way you assumed he pretended he didn’t see you looking at his arms a little too long when he crossed them. it was all a part of your shared, unspoken effort to make your first time more enjoyable, of course. the two of you were friends. just friends.

he’d invited you to the birthday party his family was having, but you didn’t feel like intruding on something like that, so instead you went to the party miles was throwing for him that night. bea picked you up in her car- you were nervous about the ride if you were being honest. it was the first time you’d ever driven in her car and you’d heard that she’d had to pay for the entire repair fee for her mom’s car after she got into a car accident. she swore that she’d learned her lesson but you would be lying if you said you weren’t scared out of your mind every time she took a turn. the party was small, with just your friend group and then some other friends, and then friends of friends. you stuck with leia, sitting beside her and listening to her talk about the date she’d gone on the day before. eventually, leia ran off with another guy, and you went to the front porch. two girls were sitting on the front chairs, and you took a cigarette they offered you. you weren’t a smoker, but you didn’t have anything else to do. you recognized the one who offered you the cig as bea’s sister- it was crazy how similar they looked. same hair, same nose, same lips, except she was at least five inches shorter than bea. after a while, seungcheol came out to the porch, too. you began to sing happy birthday to him, and the other girls joined in, too. after clapping, he asked you, “what’s up?” “huh?” “i was looking for you, i haven’t seen you this whole time. where were you?” “oh,” you paused, stubbing out your cigarette on the ashtray in between the two girls. “i was hanging out with leia, then i came here. i didn’t wanna be in your way, it’s your party.” “we’ve been friends six years, come on. you can’t be serious.” he moved away to another corner, out of earshot from the other girls. “come on,” he whispered. you followed him. “you’re friends with everyone else here, too. it’s kinda weird to just stick to your side the whole time. i don’t wanna seem like that kinda person.” “okay, fair, but i don’t think the people here think you’re like that. they all know you.” “okay, okay.” you said, holding his hand. “let’s go back, then.”

it was on the ninth, while you were at his house, eating leftover pizza and watching youtube, when he put his hand on your thigh. he was talking to you about a game he’d started playing, putting his pizza down so he could really tell you about it, and when the conversation drifted off into something else, his hand was still there. you knew if you did anything even slightly implying you were uncomfortable, he’d move it- seungcheol was always looking out for you. you let his hand rest there for a while until he had to get up to grab something. while he was gone, you thought to yourself about it. by the time he was back, you’d made up an excuse for everything- including an excuse for why you gently moved his hand back to the same spot it was before.

august eleventh, he came over. he was sitting on your floor, head resting against your bed, which you were lying down on. “you’re sure about tomorrow?” he asked. looking up at you. “yeah. why wouldn’t i be?” “i just wanna make sure.” he smiled. “no pressure at all.”

and then it was nine p.m., august twelfth. your parents were conveniently gone for the night, to a family friend’s house to celebrate something or other. you didn’t know and, honestly, you were so nervous that you didn’t really care. he knocked at your door and you nearly fell on your way there. “hi,” “hi.” he leaned against the doorframe slightly, smiling. “you’re sure?” “yeah.” you both made your way to your room, your face hot. “i’m sorry, i have no idea what to do… i thought we could watch a movie or something?” “yeah, of course.” he sat down on your bed. “don’t worry about it, really.” you sat down beside him, grabbing your laptop and opening up netflix. after you settled on a movie to watch, you both got comfortable and you hesitantly rest your head on his shoulder. to say it was awkward would be an understatement. it was petrifying. your palms were sweaty and your heart was racing and this was all before he even touched you. it was an hour into the movie when he put his hand on your thigh again. it was summer, so you were in shorts, which made the sensation all the more incredible, you felt his hand move up slowly until he was toying with the hem of your shorts. “can i take them off?” he whispered in your ear. “yeah,” you put the laptop down on the far edge of your bed, and he slid your shorts off, holding up your legs just slightly. you turned to look at him, and there was his face. maybe it was the adrenaline rush or maybe it was something more, but you closed your eyes and soon found your lips on his. you’d had your first kiss already, but this time it was different. you found yourself melting into the kiss, your hands in his hair his hands cupping your face, before you felt his hands moving and you shifted on top of him. he pulled away. “is this okay?” he asked. “yes,” you whispered, pulling him back into the kiss and letting him put his hands under your shirt. the sensation of his hands on your breasts left you feeling even more horny, grinding down onto his crotch. eventually, you pulled away, standing up on your knees and slowly sliding his jeans off of him. he took the opportunity to gently push you onto your back, getting on top of you. he kissed you one more time before slowly leaving kisses all over your body, moving from your face to behind your ear to your neck, sucking on your breast. “you’re gorgeous,” he whispered, his voice deeper than usual. he moved back to kissing you, and you felt his hands go under your underwear hem. you found yourself moaning into his kisses as he rubbed your clit, then slowly put one finger into you, his palm still on your clit as he inserted another. “you’re… really good,” you moaned, after a little while, he took his fingers out, and you still found your walls closing around nothing, “is it okay if i put it in?” he asked, his voice still low and husky. “mhm,” you looked up at him. maybe you were caught up in the moment, maybe it was the moonlight peeking from the sheer curtains on your bedroom window, or maybe it was something else entirely, something that wouldn’t go away when the sun came back up, but just the sight of him in the darkness, his long black hair just slightly obscuring his face as he looked up at you through his long lashes, made your eyes almost water. at that moment, all that you could think about was how lucky you were, how grateful you were to be in this situation, and how happy you were. “are you okay?” he breathed, snapping you back to reality. his brows furrowed, the lust in his eyes being replaced with concern. “y-yeah, i’m great.” you smiled, looking up at him. “just making sure.” he reached into the pockets of his now discarded pants, closing your laptop before grabbing a condom out of the pocket, opening the packaging, and putting it on. he held your hand as he positioned himself in between your legs, slowly sliding into you. “let me know if you’re uncomfortable.” he whispered. you closed your eyes, and the stretch of your walls hurt at first- but soon the pain turned into pleasure, the most pleasure you'd ever experienced.

you moaned as you leaned up to kiss him, using your free hand to bring him closer to you. he shifted a bit, suddenly thrusting into you at the perfect angle and leaving you a mess, moaning his name and when you weren’t, you could hear him moaning yours. it was such an intimate moment and the way he was fucking you was so perfect that you found yourself forgetting that he was your best friend. you were whispering praises to him, telling him how good he was and how big his cock was and all these things you would never have expected you’d be saying to choi seungcheol, but here you were. his thrusts got more sloppy and his kisses became more messy and passionate and you knew he was about to come. soon, you did too, and the sensation left your head blank. you felt him pull out of you and lay down beside you. “you want me to run you a bath?” he asked. “yeah,” you looked over at him. “thank you, cheol. that was…” “amazing? life-changing?” he joked. “mhm,” you kissed him. “i’m really glad we did that.” “yeah. come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”

he left after making sure you were all good, kissing you one more time before going. you didn’t think much of anything that night, but when you woke up your mind was racing- that was after you were able to confirm that the night you just had wasn’t a dream. you assumed seungcheol’s mind was racing, too, because aside from sending you some tiktoks and occasionally talking to you about something or other, it was radio silence from him. you were torn about it- on one hand, you were massively grateful. you knew it’d be awkward to talk to him after everything. but on the other hand, you were almost hurt. it was definitely irrational, and you knew that, but you almost felt like he didn’t talk to you because he didn’t like you after the two of you had sex or, worse, he had just been using you. then he called you, three days after everything. “hello?” “hey,” he said. “sorry for not talking to you for a while.” “yeah,” “i needed some time to think about things. it’s not like you did anything wrong though. i still need time, i’m calling to tell you that this has nothing to do with you,” he paused. “really, you were incredible, and that was one of the best moments of my life. and i don’t want to stop talking to you. i just need some time to myself for a bit.” “thank you,” you blushed. “but… yeah, that’s fine. don’t worry about it. but don’t take all the time you need. i leave in, like, five days.” you laughed, though there wasn’t anything funny. “yeah,” he replied, his voice somewhat… sad? you couldn’t really pinpoint what it was. “you gotta promise me that we’ll hang out at least once before then, ‘kay?” “okay,” he paused. “i gotta go, though.” “bye,” “see you,” he said before hanging up.

the phone call left you frustrated for the next few days, which only worsened how sad you felt to be leaving your home and your town. rosie and leia were constantly coming over, but, as much as you loved them, it wasn't the same as hanging out with seungcheol.

you'd been invited to leia's house on the nineteenth, to watch a movie or something. she drove you there, suspiciously giddy with excitement, and once you arrived at her house, you realized there was something more going on. she opened the door for you, and instead of being greeted by her parents and nobody else, you were greeted by a whole crowd of people. somehow, leia and rosie had managed to gather everybody for a surprise going-away party- even your cousin was there. you made your way through the crowd, talking to everybody, so happy from seeing all these people you loved and had spent your teenage years with that you forgot about everything with seungcheol entirely. in fact, you forgot about everything with him throughout most of the night. but then you found him, sitting alone and playing some game on his phone, and he looked up and saw you, and you immediately knew something was up. "can i talk to you?"

he took you to a bedroom and closed the door behind you. "i wanted to tell you something." he said. the two of you sat side by side on the edge of the bed. "i know it's really late to tell you this, but i figured because you're leaving tomorrow this is… my last chance to tell you." he paused. "i don't think it was just because of that night and i don't want you to think that, either. it's also not because of kim, even though the timing would make you think that… i was really thinking about this, and i think… i don't know how to say this, but…" you looked at him and he looked at you and suddenly it all clicked in your head. every little thing you made some stupid excuse for, like how you could only think about him when you touched yourself, or how you couldn't pull your eyes away from his crazy huge arms, or how your heart fluttered when you both made eye contact. it all made sense to you know. "i love you too, cheol."

[cherrycherrylady2024]

Christmas with the Grimes'

(Dilf! Rick Grimes x reader) Word count: 2,672

Warnings: 18+, descriptions of Rick's abdomen (awooga), flirting?

Chapter 2: Welcome Home

The train ride seemed to go by at lightspeed while you let your mind swirl around Rick Grimes. As you pulled into the King County station you took a few calming breaths and got your shit together, prepping to see Mr. Grimes again. Rick. Rick. Rick. Rick. BE NORMAL. Judith stirred, then stretched, taking a peek outside, “Oh good, we survived!”. You chuckled and stood to retrieve your bags. The trek through the train and to the front of the station felt a million miles long. Why were you getting so worked up about this middle-aged single father? You hadn’t ever been that into older guys. There was just something about him…

You need to reel it in, you reminded yourself. You repeated it like a mantra in your head over and over and over: reel it in, reel it in, reel it in, reel- HONK! You nearly jumped out of your skin at the car horn. “Damn it, Dad!” Judith screeched, nearly dropping her bag in surprise. She laughed at herself as you followed her to the big green Ford parked across the street. Be normal Be normal Be normal. You could see him behind the wheel, laughing and shaking his head. Oh god. Judith looks back at you, “He thinks he’s a comedian.” The driver's door opened and Rick's cowboy boots appeared. Then his denim-clad legs. His brown belt and shiny belt buckle. The gun on his hip. He slammed the door closed. While the action only took him about 2 seconds, it was like a slow-motion movie scene to you. You were mesmerized. Rick wore a flannel shirt and a thick brown fleece-lined police jacket over it. He walked to the side of the truck, his hands on his hips, head cocked. “‘Scuse me girls but have you seen my daughter anywhere? She’s ‘bout… mmm let's say yea high?” He raised his hand up to roughly oompa loompa height before Judith was upon him, swatting his hand away. “Shut it.” she retorted. “Hello to you too, kid” He chuckled wrapping her in a big hug. They parted and Judith opened the backseat to stuff her suitcase inside. The butterflies in your stomach were swarming now, building up to an explosion. Rick looked over to you with a smile. Fuck. You were unable to stop yourself.

“Hi Rick!!” you blurted excitedly.

You began mentally punching yourself in the face.

I guess it wasn’t that bad. No, it was bad, you thought to yourself, you just harpy shrieked at him. He raised an eyebrow and laughed, “Well it’s nice that somebody’s happy to see me.” Oh my god. Luckily the cold air had already given you rosy cheeks, so your embarrassed blush was pretty much concealed; but you were almost certain that Rick could tell. You could’ve sworn that he gave you just the tiniest funny look, one that you couldn’t quite place. Judith had already shoved her suitcase inside and you went to do the same. It was a bit difficult to fit yours next to hers in the already small backseat. You put your foot up on the side and pushed with all your might before a jacketed arm reached out from behind you and shoved Judith's suitcase to the side, allowing yours to slip in perfectly. You turn to find Rick just a few inches behind you. So close that, momentarily, you felt the heat radiating from his body. “There ya go,” he says, letting out a little huff of air as he pushes the suitcases in further, revealing a seat for you. “Oh- thanks” you say, frozen. He nodded (and there was that look again!) before walking around to the driver's seat. You climbed inside, and as you buckled yourself in, it dawned on you exactly what type of look that was. 

It was the type that all guys do when they know- - - they’re making you nervous. 

He knew exactly what he was doing to you. 

And he was doing it on purpose. 

You gripped your thighs, digging your nails in, as you felt a warm tingling sensation build in your lower stomach. No. No. No. You had to be misreading this. You had to be.

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Before long the heater was blasting and Judith was reading her Hamlet essay to Rick, his eyebrows all knit up, trying to follow. You had been zoned out for the past few minutes, trying to get your shit together. There was no way. No way. You had to be wrong. You shoved down that little voice inside, telling you what you knew you wanted to hear, and took a deep breath. You distracted yourself by listening to Judith, even though you had heard the essay upwards of 15 times back in the dorms. Upon her use of the word “anagnorisis”, the reflection of Rick's eyes in the rearview mirror flashed up and caught your gaze. He raised his eyebrows and shook his head slightly as if to say “What is she talking about?” You let out a little laugh, it was a pretty academically dense essay, and he cracked a smile, chuckling to himself. “What?” Judith stopped, looking between you both. For some reason it made the two of you laugh more, “Anagnorisis is a real word people! I used it correctly!... I’m pretty sure. I got a 93% on this essay, so laugh all you want! Whatever” she rolled her eyes humorously, crossing her arms. Rick took in a deep breath, quieting his laughter but still smiling, “Well honey, gun to my head I couldn’t tell ya what that word means, so you must be doin' something right…” Then added, grumbling “But it sounded like a 100% essay to me, nothing 93% about that.” As he said this, Rick spun the wheel and the truck turned into a short driveway.

The house was fairly large and white, definitely Southern style with a wrap-around porch. It was old, but in the best way where it immediately feels like home. Rick got both of your bags out of the backseat and carried them up to the porch with ease. You followed behind Judith, taking in the yard and exterior of the house. There was only an inch or two of snow on the ground and someone had clearly tried and failed to make a snowman. You guessed it was Carl. Golden shining Christmas lights decorated the lip of the roof and wrapped around the two banisters of the steps. You all tapped your shoes on the last step, shaking off the snow/mud. The ancient-looking wreath on the door shook as Rick led the way inside. You were greeted with a wave of toasty warm air, homey was the best way to put it. The house was a little messy, toys strewn about, an overfilled laundry basket waiting to be washed, and what appeared to be the leftovers of a blanket fort in the living room. Rick set down your bags, calling out “Carl! Come say hello to your sister!” He stumbled over some shoes in the entryway then sighed, turning to you “Damn it…welcome to the Grimes estate y/n. Didn’t get a chance to clean.” You snicker, stepping over the shoes and toys, “If you think this is bad you shoulda seen where I grew up.” You surprised yourself with your candor. You rarely mention your home if you could help it, but you found yourself wanting to spill your guts to Rick. Like he would understand everything. Make you feel better. Safe. Jesus Christ!!!!

Luckily your brain shut up at the sound of thundering little feet on the stairs. Carl emerged and ran over to his sister, nearly jumping on top of her. “Judith!” he exclaimed, “Carl!” Judith echoed over-enthusiastically, hugging him. Carl started talking a mile a minute, “I got a new comic book from Nana today, it's so awesome! It was an early Christmas present-” Rick interrupted Carl, carrying your bags towards the stairs, “It was not an early Christmas present, it was s’posed to go under the tree, but someone snuck into the mail ‘fore I even saw it.” He had his hands on his hips again, giving Carl a sly look. Carl looked at his feet, concealing a smile. Judith ruffled his hair, “Well it’s a good thing Santa already put you on the nice list this year, or else you mighta been in big trouble.” Rick picked up the bags and headed up the stairs. Carl gave a little eye roll, “Yeah, yeah, yeah. I get it.” Judith chuckled then turned to you. “Carl, this is my roommate y/n,” she said. “Hi Carl, I’ve heard so much about you!” You said with a smile. “Hi. Do you like comic books?” he replied, in that straight-to-the-point way that kids do. “Sure I do,” you responded. Carl beamed, “Okay good, then both of you can come see my new comic! Follow me.” He headed up the stairs, you and Judith exchanged a look and chuckled, following Carl. At the top of the stairs, you asked to quickly use the bathroom and Judith directed you down the hall, “There’s a bathroom attached to your room, it’s all yours. I have to share mine with this animal,” she nodded her head towards Carl who scampered towards his room. You walked down the short hallway toward your room, studying the photos on the wall. Carl's school picture, Judith's graduation, some drawings, and an old photo of Rick holding baby Judith. You studied it for a moment. He was younger of course, clean-shaven, his hair more tamed, but his eyes still sparkled the same way. Honestly, you preferred him the way he is now. A little more rugged, more knowing. Damn, it was sexy. This was all running through your head as you entered the open door to your room, only to stop short.

Rick was in your room.

But he didn’t notice you. He was reaching for something on the top shelf of the closet. His arms stretched just enough to lift the hem of his flannel, revealing a sliver of his lower abdomen. Time seemed to slow down. You felt like a Victorian man seeing an ankle for the first time. You swear to god you almost drooled, your eyes locked on the sliver of belly until it was gone. He had turned around and was now looking at you. Before you could say anything, he apologized, “Sorry y/n, I meantta get the bed all made up ‘fore you got here, but I guess it slipped my mind.” It was only then that you realized he was holding a stack of sheets, retrieved from the closet. “O-oh, it’s- it is totally fine. I can do it. Thanks. Thank you,” you stuttered hopelessly. Rick ignored your protests, walking over to the naked mattress. He fanned out the fitted sheet and began tucking it into the left corner. His flannel sleeves were rolled up, his forearms hypnotizing you as he lifted the corner of the mattress. You still stood awkwardly in the doorway, watching him until you sprang to life. “Let me help,” you said quickly, walking past your suitcase, which he had so kindly delivered to your room. You tucked in the opposite corner sheet. Then he did the bottom. Then you did the bottom. Then he fanned out the top sheet. You caught the other end and the two of you brought it fluttering down on top of the fitted sheet. As you brought the sheet down you made fleeting eye contact, which immediately made you crave death just as much as it made you want to jump his bones.

NO. No, you didn't want that, who said that? Not me, you thought to yourself.

You decided gaslighting yourself was the only way to stay sane this winter break. You flattened out the ripples in the top sheet together, and you tried not to yelp when your hands brushed past each other. This entire time you were working in silence. Should you say something? Would it be weird to say something at this point? Unable to stand the silence you scanned your brain for an appropriate thing to say. You both began stuffing pillows into their cases. “I just want to say, thank you for letting me stay here. I-I know it’s probably an imposition-” he cut you off, “No imposition. You’re welcome here anytime.” The matter-of-fact way he said it made it feel like this was the final word on the situation. You were wanted. You weren’t an imposition or a burden in his eyes. “Well- thank you anyway. I think it’ll be really fun. Staying here. I mean, like, y’know getting to know Judith's town and, uh, more about her and… yeah,” Jesus Christ. He smiled to himself as he pulled another pillowcase on,

“You're right. We’ll have lotsa fun.”

Oh? Oh. Oh my god. You felt like you had whiplash. Just a few words and you were at a loss, frozen, as he stacked the pillows up. You slowly pulled the rest of the pillowcase around your pillow, going over and over what he just said in your mind. Did he mean that the way you heard it? He had to. He had to have meant it that way. NO. NO. NO. He did not mean it that way. It was a polite response. But the INTONATION! You argued with yourself. You said you thought it would be fun, all he said is that it will be fun… Fuck he totally meant it that way oh my god oh my god oh my god- “Do you run cold?” He was looking at you, one hand on his hip. You blinked at him. “What?” He smiled playfully at you. At your near catatonic state. He knew exactly what he was doing. “Do you get cold? In the night. I’m just wonderin’ if ya need another blanket is all.” You caught on incredibly slowly, dumbly looking down at the two quilts he had laid out on the bed. Was there a correct answer? “Uh. I do. Kinda,” you put eloquently. “Figured. It gets real cold in the guest room anyhow, I’ll go get ya another,” he didn’t give you a second to process his words before he breezed right past you back down the hallway. Alone for a moment, you took a shaky breath, setting down the pillow you were still vice-gripping. You slumped onto the bed, raking your hands through your hair. The tingling sensation resumed from earlier. The tension, in your mind or not, was becoming unbearable. You pressed your thighs together as your mind swam.

Rick re-entered with a thick dark green knitted blanket, you felt warmer just looking at it. “Try that,” he stated, tossing it to you. You catch it, feeling its heft, and rub the fibers together in your hands, “It feels nice,” you murmur. “I’ll let ya borrow it til you go back, but don’t get any funny ideas about taking it back with you. That one there’s my favorite,” he said with a smile, his arms crossed. He gave you his favorite blanket. Shut up he’s just being hospitable. “Thank you.” He nodded, and with that, he was gone. It was like the lights died out in the room. You immediately feel his absence in your chest. You wanted to chase after him, even just to talk about the weather. Anything. Instead, you stroked the blanket he gave you. It smelled of him. Not just his cologne, but him. Before you knew it you were holding the blanket to your face, deeply inhaling, imagining him all around you. His strong arms, wide rough hands, that smile of his. You imagined you were combing your fingers through his thick head of hair. You wanted him desperately. Jesus, you felt like a creep. 

You let the blanket fall back to your lap. 

To your surprise, Rick Grimes was standing in the doorway again, that fucking look on his face.

“Meant to tell ya, dinners at 7” He turned on his heel and was gone. 

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck. 

***

notes: thank u all for ur support on the first part! I hope this satiates you all for now while I finish part three <3

[theblueraven]

Fic Masterlist

Star wars:

Clones are People not Property

Anakin realises that Palpatin is a bad person and has a emotional breakdown.

To rewrite the nighmares (or the 1000 year old sith plan) with your dick -- Cody x Obi-wan (EXPLICIT SMUT)

Cody is getting nightmars of Obi-wan dying due to the chips and accidentally rewrites order 66.

Wild Child

Young Child Obi-wan finds himself with the true mandalorians and causes some problems.

Another day to freeze, another day to fall another day to fly

Obi-wan has a panic attack after gettign back from Mela/daan and Qui-gon helps him calm down and feel better.

Ring Around the Rosie -- Fox x Quinlan Vos

Quinlan is stuck in a time loop and draggs Fox into it. Fox trys to end it (ambuguous ending)

The Obelisk -- Obi-wan Kenobi x Jaster Mereel x Kal Skirata

Obi-wan is transported into a diffrent timeline where the Mandalorian empire never fell.

Corrupted Chips -- Obi-wan Kenobi x COmmander Cody x Alpha-17

Five years after the fall of the republic the clones are still in use. The chips -never designed to last so long- have started to breakdown and corrupt themselves.

Gravity Falls

30 Years of Wilderness

Oneshots of Feral Ford and his famliy trying to help him adapt.

Axolotl Sightings

Oneshots of various Gravity falls Charecters meeting the Axolotl when they need it. Not that they know they just meet a god.

Will be updated as I write more

[crystalandparrot]

The Hardest Trial

A Gravity Falls Reader Insert

Part 1: The Frilly Guy Upstairs

Bill is OOC!! He will be growing as a character that he probably wouldn't otherwise and if you have a problem with it, don't read. It's not a romantic story, it's just what I thought would happen if he was FORCED into this situation. This is an insert, I was gonna make it into an OC, but I don't know if people want that. If you do, I'll switch it up. Enjoy :)

"Look, from one God to another, who cares I tried to kill those brothers? They're all ants, it's all a game. Let's press restart and try again! I'm too cool and fun to die, just give this angle one more Tri."

With a sigh, the AXOLOTL spoke, "You cannot regrow through denial. You'll have to face my hardest trial. See my program to the end then you may yet live again."

Bill laughed, pain erupting through his body as he giggled. "What? Am I fighting demons? Eating ghosts?"

"You're getting what you need the most. One way to absolve your crimes. To change your form will take some time." The AXOLOTL blinked slowly.

Bill felt a white, tingly feeling start at his feet and crawl up. Bill couldn't believe his luck! Man this salamander was an idiot! All he had to do was fake a tear or too and he was home free! Whatever kind of challenge it was Bill could handle it! He was UNDEFEATED in combat, there's no way he wouldn't win. With a joyful expression, Bill shook the AX's hand. It was a deal!

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For the first time in his existence, Bill was awoken peacefully with quiet music. He sluggishly blinked his eye opened—popping it open when he felt a squeeze around his body. Frantically, Bill looked around, pupil narrowing on a chubby arm hugging him to a small, plushy body—a baby.

"WHAT?!" Bill shouted suddenly, ripping himself from the chubby arms of the sleeping infant. As suspected, the baby began to cry from the unpleasant disturbance. Its arms reached out, looking for its angular cuddle buddy in desperation. Fat tears rolled down the round, rosy cheeks while wails of sadness left the lips of the baby in front of Bill.

Without warning, the door burst open and in ran two humans, both frantic and sweaty. Bill recognized one of these humans, the taller woman who was holding a hand to her chest to calm her racing heart. He supposed the other female was her wife or spouse of some sort, a shorter female who's eyes glanced around for any possible threat to the infant's physical form, completely on edge with a golf club in hand.

"Peri, it's fine, the baby probably just had a nightmare." The taller female walked to the crib, breath still slightly uneven.

"Well, well, well, nice to finally meet you face to face Raindrop! The name's Bill—"

"Look, she's fine." The taller female held up the baby gently.

Bill blinked at the woman and briefly flushed red, "Look, lady, I don't take kindly to being ignored—"

"Yeah, I guess." The shorter female (Peri, if Bill recalled correctly) dropped the club and approached the two humans.

"Mindscape. It's still the Mindscape..." Bill said flatly. He closed his eye and rubbed the eyelid, much like how Ford used to rub the bridge of his nose when his glasses started to hurt. "Alright, I can work with Mindscape. I just have to enter a mind of an innocent, impressionable being and influence them to forever serve their one lord and master for all eternity." Bill snapped his fingers, "Piece of cake."

Hearing a giggle, Bill's pupil shot over to the small human that was being gently placed in the crib. He floated over to the crib, joining the parents gazing upon the chubby flesh bag. Once Bill peered over the railing, the baby's eyes shot to him and a large, boneless smile stretched on the baby's fat cheeks. With "grabby" hands to Bill, the baby began forming the letter B and mimicking the sound of said letter.

"Aww, you want your Baba?" The tall woman asked, giving the baby a yellow pacifier. The baby took it gratefully and dropped its arms, but its eyes still stared intensely at Bill.

"Okay, get some sleep, sunspot." The smaller woman kissed the infant on the cheek and began walking out of the room with her partner. "Have you talked to your mom recently?"

"Last week. I have to call her again today, maybe invite her over."

"That'd be nice, I miss Shermie."

Bill was more preoccupied with this infant than the conversation, wondering why this thing of ALL beings in the universe could see him while he lacked a physical form. Soon enough the round doe eyes of the infant closed, its constant sucking on the pacifier lulling it to sleep with comforting familiarity. Only once Bill could hear even breathing from the baby that he could give himself the will to float away.

There had to be something that explained why he was there...but as Bill searched room by room, phasing through walls and drawers for some semblance of a clue, his hope began to die down. Maybe this was the AX's trial, figuring out why he's here. This wasn't Gravity Falls (not that Bill minded, he'd prefer not to be encased by the natural weirdness laws...again), which meant he was no where near his old form, so why?

Bill peeked into the living room, seeing the two women cuddling on the pastel yellow couch, not his favorite shade, but they had nice taste. They were looking into a large family album. They looked to be halfway through it, a picture of Sixer's college gradutation, the nerd was standing there with his PhD(s) in hand and a large stupid smile on his cheeks. Next were two pictures, one of the T.V with Stanley presenting the "Rip-off", the next was an arm, red and splotchy, with the words underneath, 'It gave me rashes'.

"You ever think about calling?" Peri asked, glancing up at her spouse from the spot on her shoulder.

"Sometimes, but I haven't spoken to anyone from that side of my family since my Uncle Stanley died." The taller spouse turned the page. It was a baby picture with the words, "Our little Sunspot : August 30th, 2004"...that was the baby that was currently sleeping in the crib...but that could only mean...

Bill quickly glanced around the room and flew towards the kitchen when he found it. He looked around and finally spotted a classic human time tracker-a calendar. The date most recently crossed off was February 20th, 2005. So either Bill was dealing with some people who really needed to update their decor...

Or Bill went back in time.

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Leah [Platonic or romantic]

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Maru [Platonic or romantic)

Robin [platonic]

Evelyn & George [Platonic]

Krobus [platonic]

[The Amazing Digital Circus] I'll write for

Pomni [Platonic]

Ragatha [Platonic]

Zooble [Platonic]

Caine [Platonic]

Jax [Platonic]

Gangle [Platonic]

Kinger [Platonic]

Gummigoo [Platonic]

[Helluva Boss] I'll write for

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Millie [Platonic]

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Loona [Platonic or romantic]

Stolas [Platonic or romantic]

Fizzarolli [Platonic]

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Octavia [Platonic]

Emberlynn pinkle [Platonic or romantic]

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Wirt [Platonic]

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Beatrice [Platonic]

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Hi, I’m Bella I do multi fandom’s and I’ll put that down below. My favorite color is purple and I love mochi, boba and potatoes.

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THINGS I WILL WRITE:

Angst || Fluff || Comfort || Lemon/Smut ||

Platonic || Romantic || Father(s)/Mother(s) + Son(s)/Daughter(s) (NOT ROMANTIC)

THINGS I WILL NOT WRITE:

R@pe || P3DEdPHli@ || Student x Teacher FANDOMS:

Hazbin Hotel || Alastor, Charlie, Vaggie, Angel Dust, Nifty, Husk, Vox, velvette, Valentino, Carmilla Carmine, Rosie, Zestial, Sera, Adam, Emily, Lute, Saint Peter, Lucifer, and maybe others

Helluva Boss || Blitzø, Millie, Moxxie, Loona, Stolas, Octavia, Fizzarolli, Ozzie/Asmodeus, Verosika, Queen Bee, Vortex, striker, Sallie Mae

Marvel/Avengers || Tony Stark(Iron Man), Pepper Potts, Natasha Romanoff(Black Widow), Clint Barton(Hawkeye), Bruce(Hulk),

Gravity Falls || Dipper, Mabel, Stan Pines, Ford Pines, Wendy, Soos, Fiddleford/McGucket, and maybe others.

The Owl House || Luz, Amity, Willow, Gus, Hunter, Eda, Lilith

TMNT/ROTTMNT || Everyone (2007, 2012, 2014/2016, 2018, Mutant Mayhem)

DEMON SLAYER || Mostly all of them

MHA || Class 1A, Some pro heros, LOV, and some others

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INSANITY (Hellaverse x Isekai Male reader) BIO:

Name: Y/N L/N

Eye color: (E/C)

Hair color: (H/C)

Race: Human

Country of birth: USA

New Home: Hell

Gender: Bisexual

Weapons:

-Spear (Transformers/Transformers one)

-Twin swords

-One dagger

Age: 19

Like: Taylor Swift's music, videogames, movies, ice cream, hot dogs, pizza, protect his friends and family, Painting, Radio Broadcasts, Sabrina capenter's photos, Sculpture, bread, writing on ao3/art of our own, embroiderying, birds, feeling cozy, cozycore, autumn/fall, Winter, cosplay, hippo, handmade's works, watercolor, Spooky season, Bats, Bat, Fairycore, writers, Dropout's shoes, Traditional art, Halloween, art history, Plush, football, classical music, North Carolina, Drawtober, biology, writing on Nanowrimo, playing with Rpg games, book quotes, inktober 2024, Inktober, Short Story, Climate change, Dancing with the stars, Trans right, Grandmacore, Florida, Germany, Japan, Crochet, Northern Lights, Gouache, going to the library, Columbus day, Indigenous peoples day, Knitting, Plushblr, Cyberpunk, scifi, swifties, mtg, the eras tour, Black and White Photography, Zoology, Pusheen, 3dmodeling, blender3d, animation, chaggie, Mark rothko, memes, sketchbook, original Photographers, Incorrect quotes, Photographers on tumblr, Peru, writing prompt, april fools, Boop, Boop o meter, baseball, pumpkins, Gaza, Palestine, Free Gaza, Free Palestine, Gaza Strip, November 5th, South Corea, Pennsylvania, the sound of music, Farmcore, Christmas, Newyear, Webfishing, studyblr, Entomology, Originaldesign, Foryoupage, november, 5th november, gl2, gl2mv, Gachamusicvideo, Gachaanimation, baby, baby deer, babydeer, anime, asmr, asmrsounds, capcut, my, drawing, oc, fyp, swapau, sketches, movie, moviescenes, sketchbook, Nature Photography, Hazbin fanart, hazbin hotel comic, hazbin hotel headcanon, hazbin hotel fanfiction, animationtest, adobeanimation, Trending, rocknroll, acdc, music, virale, live, film, odderic, menswear, cinema , octopus, Shakespeare, reproductive rights, affection, infatuation, pet, poetry, cityscapes, gatti, cats, mensfashion, animals, food, falling leaves, vivziepophazbinhotel, gaming, cold, Trolledit, curiosità, this Hazbin hotel au, musical, tweening, manga, comedy, itsanimetime, animeshorts, animeedit, animefights, animemoments, ocstory, originalcharacter

Dislike: Pedophiles, Rapers, gangsters, killers, Drug dealers, someone who hurt his friends and his new family, Hurricane Milton, Hurricane Helene, Israel, being abandoned, Psychological torture, being a Humanpet

Friends: Blitzo (Stolitz), Moxxie, Loona, Stolas (Stolitz), Octavia, Millie, Fizzarolli, Vortex, Bill Cipher, Deadpool, Wolverine, Ford Pines, Dan howell/Daniel howell, Phil Lester, mimzy, sir pentious, egg boys

Harem: Velvette, Verosika (Verosikamayday), Josh, Coco, Apple, Kat, Milky, Kiki, Ace, Charlie (chaggie), Vaggie (hazbinhotelvaggie/Vaggie hazbin hotel/chaggie), Emily, Monika, Sayori, Yuri, Natsuki, Desire (possessive behaviour towards Y/N)

Family: Alastor (1st Father Figure), Asmodeus (Uncle Figure), Mammon (Uncle Figure), Beelzebub (Aunt figure), Husker (Radiohusk) (Older Brother Figure), Angel dust (hazbinhotelangeldust/huskdust) (Older Brother Figure), Lucifer (Hazbinhotellucifer) (Uncle Figure), Niffty (Little sister figure) (Niffty hazbin hotel/Hazbin hotel niffty/Nifty), Carmilla/Carmilla Carmine (Mother Figure), Rosie (Aunt Figure), Missi Zilla (Older sister Figure), Belphegor (Aunt figure), Leviathan (Aunt figure)

Enemies: Valentino, Vox, Stella, Striker, Crimson, Adam, Lute, Exorcists, Sera, Cherubins, D.H.O.R.K.S., Satan, Andrealphus, Sukuna, Muzan, Crowley, Ferid, Vampires, Heaven

Favourite president: Joe Biden

Favourite Movie's actors: Hugh Jackman, Ryan Reynolds,

Favourite Singer: Taylor Swift

Favourite Studio: Studio Ghibli

Favourite race car driver: Land Norris/Lando norris (F1/Formula 1)

Hobby: artist

Powers:

•Super Speed

•Earth Magic

•Fire Magic

•Immortality

•Holy Magic

•Demonic Magic

•Blood Magic

Skills:

•Mental health

•Zoology

•Science

•Fire Ball

•Eath pillars

•Bloodlust

•Grasp Heart

•Omega Ark

•Divine Judgment

•Summon

•Stealth

•Poison

•Paralyze

•Aura Manipulation

•King of the Thunders (Zeus' Blessing)

•King of the Oceans (Poseidon's Blesssing)

•King of the Dead (Hades' Blessing)

•King of the Sun (Apollo's Blessing)

•Queen of Wisdom (Athena's Blessing)

•Queen of family and Marriage (Era's Blessing)

•King of the System and of darkness (Sung Jinwoo's Blessing)

•Divine Intervention

•Demonic transformation

•Angelic transformation

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His Army (Military):

-Generals (Genshin Impact/Genshin/Genshinimpact):

•Pierro

•Il Dottore

•Columbina

•Arlecchino (2nd Father Figure)

•Pulcinella

•Scaramouche

•Sandrone

•La Signora

•Pantalone

•Tartaglia

•Il Capitano

•Crucabena

-Liutenants (Mcyt/Dream smp/Minecraft/Evbo/Mineblr/Dsmp/Life series):

•Dream

•Technoblade

•GeorgeNotFound

•Wilbur

•Philza

•Tommyinnit

•Jack Manifold

-Soldiers (Team Fortress 2/TF2):

•20 000 Soldier

•10 000 Scout

•3000 Pyro

•2000 Medic

•12 000 Engineer

•1000 Sniper

•4000 Demoman

•5000 Heavy

•1000 Spy

-Elite Soldiers (Cotl/Cult of the Lamb):

•Leshy: Bishop of Chaos

•Heket: Bishop of Famine

•Kallamar: Bishop of Pestilence

•Shamura: Bishop of Knowledge and War

•Narinder: Bishop of Death

-Commanders (Homestuck):

•Karkat Vantas

•Dave Strider

-Y/N's bodyguards (Baldur's gate 3/Bg3):

•2 Death knights

-Airforce (Pokemon):

•3000 Beedrills

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Gods who have blessed Y/N:

•Zeus (Percy Jackson/Greek Mythology/Epic the Musical/Epic the Vengeance Saga/Percy Jackson and the Olympians) (Pagan)

•Poseidon (Percy Jackson/Greek Mythology/Epic the Musical/Epic the Vengeance Saga/Percy Jackson and the Olympians) (Pagan)

•Hades (Percy Jackson/Greek Mythology/Epic the Musical/Epic the Vengeance Saga/Percy Jackson and the Olympians) (Pagan)

•Apollo (Percy Jackson/Greek Mythology/Epic the Musical/Epic the Vengeance Saga/Percy Jackson and the Olympians) (Pagan)

•Athena (Percy Jackson/Greek Mythology/Epic the Musical/Epic the Vengeance Saga/Percy Jackson and the Olympians) (Pagan)

•Era (Kaos/Netflix/Greek Mythology/Epic the Musical/Epic the Vengeance Saga/Percy Jackson and the Olympians) (Pagan)

•Sung Jinwoo (Sololeveling/Manwha/webtoon/Gates) (Pagan)

[subbylittleselfships]

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Kinky & Subby Little + SelfShipper

I will make content for your selfship!

-Type of Posts-

Moodboards

Stimboards

Little Space Art

SelfShip Art

Art Requests

SelfShip Activities

LittleSpace Activities

General Positivity

SelfShip Journal Prompts

LittleSpace Journal Prompts

Reblog Games

Ask Games

LittleSpace Resources

Paci Edit

Caregiver Headcanons

LittleSpace Headcanons

Kink Headcanons

Relationship Headcanons

___ is Proshipper/Caregiver/Little/Dom/Sub/Switch

Stickers

Emojis

-Do Not Interact-

I block freely, don't take it personally

Minors/Minors in Kink/Ageless Accs

Agere/Petre/Dreamre/NonCommunity/SFW Littles

AntiShippers/AntiProShip/ProHarassment

Pro Harmful Contact/No Consent Paras + MAPs

Anti Kink + Anti Ageplay/DD/MD x LG/LB

Think kink is only sexual or that it can be SFW

Against sexual littles

If I go against your DNI

Generally hateful people

-Admin Info-

Name: Bonnie, Bon, Bunny, Bun, B

Age: 19

Birthday: 8/10

Feminine Presenting GNC NonBinary Trans Masc Demi Boy

They/It/He

Bisexual + Polyamorus + NeroDivergent

24/7 Fluid Little & Middle

ABDL / Diaper Lover

Pro Kink & ProFiction

Kink Lifestyle with 24/7 Dynamics

In a relationship with IRL partner and F/Os

IRL Partner is my Caregiver & Dom

-My F/Os- (I love sharing, its on you to block if you dont want to)

Cartman (South Park)

Alastor (Habzin Hotel)

Rosie (Hazbin Hotel)

Lucifer (Hazbin Hotel)

Rick Sanchez (Rick and Morty)

Stan Pines (Gravity Falls)

Ford Pines (Gravity Falls)

Bender (Futurama)

Monty (FNAF SB)

Freddy (FNAF SB)

Sun (FNAF SB)

Moon (FNAF SB)

Tom Nook (Animal Crossing)

Pete (Human Resources)

Jeff the Killer (Creepypasta)

-My Other Accounts-

Main: @Skelebun--Adventures

@xXBon-BunnyXx

@KinkySelfShipUserboxes

@CartmansBunnyBoyfriend

[skelebun--adventures]

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Moved over from Insta, Just wishing to share my art without AI bs or it getting taken down for stupid ass reasons

-Basic Info-

Name: Bonnie, Bon, Bunny, Bun, B

Age: 19

Birthday: 8/10

Feminine Presenting GNC NonBinary Trans Masc Demi Boy

They/It/He

Bisexual + Polyamorus + NeroDivergent

24/7 Fluid Little & Middle

ABDL / Diaper Lover

Pro Kink & ProFiction

Kink Lifestyle with 24/7 Dynamics

In a relationship with IRL partner and F/Os

IRL Partner is my Caregiver & Dom

-Do Not Interact-

I block freely, don't take it personally

Minors/Minors in Kink/Ageless Accs

Agere/Petre/Dreamre/NonCommunity/SFW Littles

AntiShippers/AntiProShip/ProHarassment

Pro Harmful Contact/No Consent Paras + MAPs

Anti Kink + Anti Ageplay/DD/MD x LG/LB

Think kink is only sexual or that it can be SFW

Against sexual littles

If I go against your DNI

Generally hateful people

-Other Info-

Do not repost my personal art or content that I create

I do not mind sharing F/Os, I try to check other ppl but its on you to block me if you mind

I cope with C-PTSD threw taboo fiction and kinks

-My F/Os-

Cartman (South Park)

Alastor (Habzin Hotel)

Rosie (Hazbin Hotel)

Lucifer (Hazbin Hotel)

Rick Sanchez (Rick and Morty)

Stan Pines (Gravity Falls)

Ford Pines (Gravity Falls)

Bender (Futurama)

Monty (FNAF SB)

Freddy (FNAF SB)

Sun (FNAF SB)

Moon (FNAF SB)

Tom Nook (Animal Crossing)

Pete (Human Resources)

Jeff the Killer (Creepypasta)

-My Other Accounts-

@xxbon-bunnyxx

@SubbyLittleSelfShips

@KinkySelfShipUserboxes

@cartmansbunnyboyfriend

[paintedlady345]

I have a few more next gen hero’s

Team x men

Valentina daughter of Kurt and adelpha

Charles son of Kurt and adelpha

April daughter of Scott and Gaia(named after grandmother)

Tabitha daughter of hazel and Piotr/colossus

Westly son of hazel and Piotr/colossus

Leo son of aolani and Alex

Rosie daughter of petiro and primrose

Meca daughter of red and ford

Argos son of lance and Tatum

Lorey daughter of Marianna and Logan

Lucy daughter of Marianna and Logan

Maddie daughter of Tatum and lance

Team justice

Melina

Ash

Sage

Jace

Aurora

Daedalus

Roy

Rita

Marie

Team meta/the runaways

Wally

Blanche

Blaine

Jean

Blake

Naomi

Koa

Ria

Wally son of ty and Starla

Blanche daughter and Blaine son of ed and Lily

Jean daughter and Blake son of Virgil and cassia

Ria daughter of Richie and bubble

Naomi daughter and koa son of asami and zoey

Meline daughter of cyborg and desdemona

Lois daughter and ash son of Conner and Aphrodite(named after mother)

Sage daughter of Bart and Jenny

Jace daughter and Daedalus son of Jason and Layla

Aurora daughter and red son of roy and cloudy aurora and red are twins

Roy jr son of Roy and cloudy

Rita and Marie daughters of Garth and melantha

Team magic

Scarlet daughter of Wanda and vision

Makana daughter of Lucy and Bucky

Next gen legion of superhero members

Carol daughter of hannah and mekt

Lauren 0.5 daughter of briar and brainiac 5

Bruce and Bryce sons of daila and Garth

Selina and Val(older) children of Stacy and timber wolf

Reese son of Rena and kell-el

Elise daughter of Rena and kell-el

The next gen kids belong to me same with Stacy,briar,Rena,Dalia,Hannah,Lucy,cloudy, melantha,layla,Jenny,Venus,Aphrodite,desmona,Zoey,bubbles,cassia,Lily,Starla,Hazel,primrose,Gaia,Tatum,aolani, and adelpha,Marianna

These are all the next gen teams I have out for now I’m working on more

I changed Layla’s name by accident

[namenerdery]

Babies with interesting names born in Missouri in 2021 [W, X, Y & Z]

-note that this dataset didn't include gender so your guess as to whether a name belongs to a girl or boy is as good as mine-

Wash O'neal Waveney Emmaline Waymond Levi-Messiah Wayv Rosie Ash Weems Wilson

Wenston Wade Wezston Douglas Lee Whardyn James Whiskey Ryan Franklin Wintress Lynae

Wise Dunbar Woody Ford Worthy Michelle-Leigh Wrangler Beau Wrecker Wayne

Wrennity Mae Wrennyn Grey Wrytel Ryan Wynslee Kate Wyoming Rose Eve

X'zavian-Jackson Jacob Xanova Dulcina Ellie Xhuliette Ezili Xylander Luke

Yogi Jones Yor'majesty Antwoinnya Yvaine Embry

Zachxton Tyler Dean Zakaison Amari Zaleous Eward-Alan Zapherianyth Rose Zaybrial Rowdy Judd Falli

Zedric Ben Zeedyn James Zehyker Levis Zenavaza Mystic Rain Zoewynn King

Zoriahlyn Audrey Jane Zyth Lee

[theycallme-thejackal]

One MidgeLenny x TSwift Fic Per Day

6. Marjorie

Lenny Bruce passed away in 2014 - much longer than he’d ever expected to live, and he publicly attributed that to his wife of fifty years. Midge lived another five years, and now, in 2019, her youngest granddaughter sits in the townhouse that belonged to the legendary comics, packing up boxes.

In the background, the television plays the Bruce/Maisel documentary from 2012. 

“How did you know Lenny was the one?”

“He never pushed,” Midge explains. “He’s always been the perfect combination of clever and kind. He’s brilliant, but he’s more concerned about being nice than he is about always being the smartest person in the room, and I think that’s a really admirable quality."

Rosie smiles softly as she watches the documentary in the background. Her grandparents, in their late forties/early fifties on a red carpet, Lenny looking adoringly at his wife as she smiles for cameras. A shot follows of the two of them at the Kennedy Center, where Lenny was honored in 2004, this time showing Midge looking up at him with similar admiration.

“I grew up in a time when you didn’t talk about uncomfortable things,” Midge says over a video clip of her 1973 Carnegie Hall performance. “When bad things happened to you, you kept them locked away so no one else could see them, and you went about your life business as usual.”

The camera cuts to Lenny Bruce in his early sixties, sitting in an armchair. “Midge changed the game. There weren’t many comics talking about personal stuff back then. It was all situational humor and impressions and - in my case - political humor.”

As he continues, a video of Mrs. Maisel on The Gordon Ford Show appears. “We came up in a time when people didn’t talk about their personal downfalls in public. That [beep] got buried in a drawer and locked up, so when she got on stage and started talking about the insane [beep] her ex-husband did or her parents’ feelings about her comedy or the weird stuff her kids got up to, it was exciting. No one had ever done that genre of comedy successfully.”

Back to Midge, who sits primly on the chair next to Lenny. “My life completely fell apart, and I took back my power by getting up and talking about it. My ex-husband hated it - probably still does - but it was how I coped. When I stopped worrying about being polite, I was able to take back my power, my autonomy, and that was so important for me as a divorced woman in 1958.”

“She’s still ridiculously polite off stage,” Lenny cuts in, reaching over and squeezing his wife’s hand. “But on stage, she’s ruthless,” he jokes, making her laugh.

“We have both made a lot of jokes that you won’t be able to air on NBC,” she adds with a wide grin. “What part of speech is ‘to’?”

Rosie snorts a laugh as she opens the Sharpie, writing RECORDS on the box she’s just taped shut.

“At the end of the day, we all want to feel like we’re not alone,” Midge explains as a clip of Lenny on Steve Allen plays. “And in talking about my life on stage, I discovered there’s a whole world of people who can relate to my life experiences, my husband included.”

As the documentary continues, Rosie opens up one of her grandmother’s drawers, finding a collection of notebooks. She opens up the first one.

All that applause for me? What am I, putting out after? One standing ovation, everyone goes home pregnant.

Rosie laughs quietly as she continues to flip through the notebook.

A little boy is only three and a half feet tall, so all the time he's waiting for Mommy to answer, he's stuck there at lump level. Train stops, he's bumping up against the thing.  When kids ask a question, they don't really listen to the answer. So, when my son asks something uncomfortable like, "Why doesn't Daddy live here anymore?" I just say, "Yes. Howdy Doody is a real boy.”

Rosie keeps reading through the notebook, the one she realizes now is her grandmother’s first comedy notebook. The one she was using for Joel’s comedy before it became hers.

The next notebook is a dark blue, a stark contrast to the bright pink one from Midge’s first few years as a comic.

She opens the book, and on the first page is different handwriting, less perfect but still slightly looped.

For the moments you think of something funny to say. - Lenny