✷ First of all, English is not my first language, constructive criticism is welcome!
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He sometimes pretends to be uninterested in your books. But secretly, he observes everything you read. Eventually, he starts giving you gifts such as bookmarks, reading lamps, and other items that readers use. It's his way of letting you know that he notices the smallest details, without saying a word.
Despite pretending to be uninterested, William loves to hear you read aloud. Especially when you don't realize he's listening. There's something about your voice that calms his turbulent thoughts.
When you're completely immersed in reading, he watches you silently, as if trying to understand how something so simple can captivate you so much. William watches your expressions and every detail of your face. He loves it when you read in bed, because you are close and he can see you in more detail. Not to mention the fact that you fall asleep on his shoulder when you are too tired from reading without realizing it.
Sometimes he interrupts your reading on purpose, just to see your reaction. William likes it when you sigh in frustration and then smile, unable to stay mad at him. He knows you soften up around him just as he always softens up around you.
William already gave you an old and expensive edition of your favorite book, but he lied and said he found it by chance. In fact, he spent weeks looking for that edition.
When he is restless or distracted by his own thoughts, you calm him down just by lying down next to him with a book in silence. Your presence at such a cozy moment makes William sleep like a little baby.
• He once placed a flower between the pages of a book you left at his house, but never mentioned it. When you found it, he pretended didn't know nothing about that. William loves leaving signs that he loves you, but he hates to feel ashamed about it.
Sometimes he takes you to old coffee shops because he knows you feel comfortable there. Even if he hates the place, William will never act badly because he hates to disappoint you.
When you're sad, he offers you a book with a note inside, instead of words of comfort. It's his way of trying to care for you without exposing himself too much.
William will never admit it. Not even if you threaten to break up with him. But he's a little jealous of the fictional characters you love. He once asked you, half-jokingly, “Do you think about them when you're with me?” And when you asked, “What?” William changed the subject and never brought it up again.
After months of dating, you and William decided to take a break. But life had other plans.
— English is not my first language, sorry for any mistakes.
You tangled yourself in those sheets. Sheets that held memories of entire nights.
Turning to the window, it illuminated the familiar room. The clothes were folded on the armchair, just as you left them the night where you broke up. He didn't even wear them, he didn't even touch them.
The curtains continued the same designs and details. Now they hid the heavy rain falling outside.
Any given night, a heavy and unexpected rain and you are not where you should be. Just these three factors were enough to make you end up in the bed of a familiar stranger again.
— Would you prefer I turn on the heater? - here a familiar voice sounded behind you.
— No. The blanket is heavy. - You replied with a voice that was shakier than you would have liked.
You already slept in that bed so many times that you lost count. But this was unusual. You didn't feel his weight or warmth surrounding you, nor his hands roaming around your waist, as if your body wasn't even yours.
Until you felt the warm breath on the back of your neck. Your own breathing paused, paralyzing your entire body. And of course William would notice. Damn Mr. Afton.
— Do I still make you nervous? I'm sorry.
You rolled your eyes, not even moving.
— No. I just didn't expect to be this close.
— I always slept nearby and you never complained.
— We were dating. It's different.
— Different how?
— Don't play dumb, William. - You said, a laugh escaping.
To anyone else, it would be just another sound lost in the night. But you knew him. Everything to William was a sign.
When you were together, just a rumbling of your stomach at night was enough to get you scolded about how you shouldn't go the whole day without eating, followed by a plate of wonderful risotto, one of the only dishes he knew how to make.
— I miss you. - That sweet, tart voice, like Halloween candy, sounded again.
He was addictive. A precipice that you fall every time. It was easy to hate him at work, or among Animatronics with torn bodies inside. Mr. Afton was and always would be despicable and dangerous.
But there, lying practically glued to her back, was William. The man who gave you handmade gifts like a lovesick teenager, brought you flowers when you spent the day far apart.
The man who gave you your first real orgasm, who even if years passed, would know all your curves, blemishes, imperfections. And would love them all.
You took a deep breath, letting yourself go. Your body stilled, close to his, feeling the familiar warmth and the stubble on the back of your neck with a wet kiss.
That night, you were Mrs. Afton again. Because was so easy to hate Afton, but impossible not to love William.
Festa Junina is a Brazilian festival. In a way, this is for my Brazilian readers. But I bet everyone can enjoy it!
🍿 When June/July rolled around, you and the Pines family were looking through an old family photo album. When Mabel asked about those bright colors in your outfit, you explained to her that it was a typical outfit.
🌽 She was enchanted by the colorful clothes and flags, and Stan said that it was rare for a party to have so much food and opportunities to fool fools.
🍂 It was Ford's idea to bring the party to the cabin. Seeing how homesick you looked at the photos, Stan quickly agreed, thinking about how it could squeeze money out of the town. Dipper asked you if there were any legends surrounding June festivals and you mentioned the legends of rural farmers who said that werewolves invaded their lands. And Mabel asked you for a million pieces of advice on the right outfit.
🫚 Before bed, Ford and you always chatted a little. But that night, he just teased you about the childhood photos he saw and how adorable you looked.
🍺 Stan agreed to dress appropriately after Mabel sewed him a scrap shirt. Before that, he spent an hour complaining about how tacky this party was and not worth the money he was going to make.
🔥 Mabel wore the most colorful dress she could find. And Dipper settled for a plaid blouse. Ford, meanwhile, agreed to take off his sweater for you for a day, and you helped him decide between a red plaid shirt and a blue one. He went with the red one.
🍿 The mystery shack was packed like never before. Stan took advantage of the crowd and used the fishing to fool anyone who came. It was the Shack's highest income in two months.
🍂 By the end of the day, Ford had drunk more mulled wine than he should have. You carried him to bed, helping him remove his shoes and festive clothes. Before falling asleep, he wrapped his heavy arm around your body. "You never cease to amaze me, Falling Star.".
・With the new trailer, this guy won't be leaving my mind any time soon.
・I accept requests! I'm used to writing for female readers, but I don't mind requests for other genders!
・English is not my first language.
💜 William isn't bad at noticing things. The first time they had lunch together at work, he didn't notice. But after a few days, it became obvious.
💜 He notices before you tell him. William observes everything. He notices the way you push your food around on your plate, your occasional apologies, the way you look at yourself in the mirror with disdain, and even the way your clothes seem to hide more than they reveal.
💜 He started noticing that you didn't wear tight clothes. William never saw anything wrong with your body, and to be honest, he thinks you're a goddess.
💜 His reaction is silent at first. William isn’t the type to confront things with emotion. He watches, analyzes. But a quiet anger builds inside him, not at you, but at everything and everyone who ever made you feel this way
💜 After realizing that you either brought very little food from home, or left leftovers even when your stomach was growling, Will did everything he could to make you eat better. He doesn't know how to cook, but he learned new recipes because he knows you wouldn't turn down something he made for you with love.
💜 He doesn’t try to 'fix' you with empty advice. Instead, he adjusts the world around you: Removes overly large mirrors from the house, and whenever he notices you refusing to eat, he eats beside you, as if it were the most natural thing, so you won’t feel alone or pressured.
💜 Some days, he brings you dessert and forces you to eat breakfast before your first cup of coffee.
💜 He realized that his photos are never are full-body. And as he saw how much the subject affected you, William became a different person.
💜 He takes you to restaurants, compliments you often, buys you new clothes that he knows are your style, and loves to bring you cupcakes for lunch.
💜 Will once brought you a pizza from Freddy's. Half sweet, half savory. And he was happy when you were so focused on the matter that you didn't notice you'd eaten more than two slices.
💜 If you have texture issues, he never gets upset. Don't like the way your food tastes, or the texture makes you want to vomit? William understands and notes all the textures you hate. He will avoid such foods and you have never felt so comfortable with anyone before.
💜 William doesn't know who or what made you have this bad relationship with food. But if he knew it was someone... The animatronic is already ready.
💜 When he saw his scale at home, he decided he hated it. One night, you wake up and realize it's gone. William simply took it out of the house. "If something hurts you, it has no place here." That was all he said.
💜 When you relapse, he doesn’t pull away. He sits on the bathroom floor with you, in silence, until your body stops shaking. There’s no judgment, only the steady presence of someone who, despite being broken himself, chose to hold you tightly. He’s no one to judge anyone, and he knows that. He also knows he’s not the best with words, so his presence will always be your comfort.
💜 "You can hate yourself all you want. I'll still love you enough for both of us."
Facts about my Gravity Falls OC (that no one asked but I wanted to say)
— English is not my first language!
♡ I currently have 3 OCs, but I'm going to talk about one in particular, Sirena:
🍓 History:
・She's a history student and focuses his studies on archaeology.
・She went to Gravity Falls because the town is close to her college and her thesis project depended on it.
・ She met Stan when she needed to stop for food on the road and he offered her a room. She needed a place to stay and he, as always, needed money.
・She helped out at the store a few times to pay for it, and Stanley became a close friend and patron.
・She appeared at the cabin shortly before Bill entered Stan's mind and closely followed the crazy antics of this triangular guy.
・When she met Ford, it was like a gift. He knew everything about Gravity Falls' history and could help her. She convinced him to let her read the journals and work with him.
・Gradually, she gained Ford's trust and became his assistant. In return, she was able to write down everything she needed, and he helped her with parts of her dissertation that she wasn't sure how to continue.
・ The time spent too close together in the lab took its toll and after one night, they were unable to uncross that line.
🍓 Fun facts:
・ She's the only OC who looks exactly like me.
・ She loves strawberries and everything related to them. Fruits in general are her favorite food: passion fruit , watermelon, and any tropical and summer fruit.
・She's a great cook when it comes to sweets. Her specialty is strawberry pie with frosting and icing.
・She's Canadian.
・She likes mystery books, especially at night. She can spend hours reading, and sometimes even Ford sends her to bed.
・Her favorite part of Gravity Falls is the river. And if that doesn't count, she loves finding any glowing mushrooms on the trails with Ford. He doesn't always want to go out, but she insists he does, and he never would let her go out alone into the city forests.
・She is bisexual.
・She has a cut on her stomach, just below her breast, from a fight when she was a child. The girl teased her about her appearance and she attacked her.
・Loves Melanie Martinez and Radiohead.
・Her favorite season is autumn.
・Her ideal trip is to an aquarium and she still dreams of taking Ford to one.
・ She loves Mabel's sweaters and asked her for a strawberry one. She made it in a day, and ever since, it's been her favorite sweater, excluding Ford's sweater.
・She spent nights reading all of Ford's diaries before he came back, and when he found out, was as embarrassed as a strawberry.
・She loves spending time trying to decipher the riddles Ford put in the diaries. And she won't let him give her the answers.
・She hates Bill. She hates everything about Bill and hates being talked about. To her, Bill is a part of Stanford life that she respects and understands should be buried.
✮ Before you, William slept little and badly. His bed was made, with no signs of real use. Now, your presence messes everything up: Blankets out of place, your scent on the pillow, your soft breathing next to him. It's like a nest and now William understands why people are late for work because they don't want to get out of bed.
✮ He never says it out loud, but he loves when you sleep in one of his baggy t-shirts. You can tell it because he always watches you for a moment before turning off the light, with a half-smile on his face. To him, this is more exciting than any lingerie or babydoll.
✮ When he is calmer, or more vulnerable, you have conversations in the dark, lying side by side, looking at the ceiling or at each other. He talks about things from his past, vaguely, but it is as open as he can be. You, with your patience, do not pressure. And this makes him trust you more.
✮ He's the methodical type: he always takes a shower before bed, checks locks, sets alarms. But over time, he starts to include you in this. He brushes his teeth next to you, asks if you want tea, holds the bathroom door open just so you can laugh at his seriousness. You mess up his routine, but in a good way. He won't admit it, but he's been sleeping better since you arrived.
✮ When he wakes up in the middle of the night, he always checks to see if you're there. And he goes back to sleep only after feeling your skin, your hair, your breath. You're the reminder that maybe there's still something good in him.
✮ William has a habit of staying awake while you fall asleep. Not because he has insomnia (he has), but because watching you in this state of silent peace is an addiction. Sometimes he whispers things that you don't hear consciously, but that stay engraved in you like a warm dream: "So beautiful... And mine."
✮ His hand is always on you. On your thigh, waist, bare back, it doesn't matter the position. When you turn your back, he fits his body against yours, completely glued, as if his skin needed yours to breathe properly.
✮ When he's more provocative, he likes to play with your senses before you go to sleep. He'll brush his lips against the curve of your neck, speak in a husky voice, leave slow kisses at the base of your spine just to make you shiver.
And he enjoys it. "Can you feel that? Your body speaks louder than your mouth, love."
✮ He's already woken up in the middle of the night, pulling you close to him tightly, his eyes half glazed over, as if he were running away from a nightmare. You whispered, "I'm here". And he just closed his eyes and murmured, "Stay. Please." The next day, you don't talk about it.
✮ Just a list of headcanons of how I think William would act in a relationship. - English is not my first language.
Note: SFW and NSFW are separate.
S/n is described as she/her.
✮ From the first moment you met, William looked at you in a way that mixed curiosity and distrust. He never had any friends at his current job and you were new to the area. Something about your presence bothered him… In a good way.
✮ William always acted as if nothing could touch him, but with you, he lets his guard down. When you're together, he's a completely different man.
✮ At first, you kept your relationship hidden, because William thought it was better. But after a year, he was so keen that people know you were his that you went to company parties together.
✮ He doesn't know how to show affection at first. Until a year into a serious relationship, William couldn't put into words what he felt. His touches spoke volumes, but what always showed his love for you were his gifts. William even built a little music box just for you, which plays a soft melody whenever you feel anxious.
✮ He acts like he's responsible for "protecting you from him", but he ends up getting more and more involved. You're the spark he never expected to ignite again.
✮ He (secretly) finds it funny when you mention memes, social media, or slang that he pretends not to understand.
✮ You once put a sticker on his laptop "to break the ice" on a day when he was feeling irritated. He didn't take it off. He never said anything about it, but sometimes he looks at it with a tired smile.
✮ He hates it when other employees around your age try to flirt with you. He doesn't show it, but he becomes visibly more dry and sarcastic afterwards.
✮ One time you went out drinking with your friends, he sent you a single text: "Come back safe. I don't trust them." It's annoying how William hates everyone and everything, but when he warns you about someone, he's always right.
✮ He's not one for grand gestures. But he'll hold your hand under the table, guide you with his hand on your back when you walk, and watch you when he thinks you're not looking.
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✮ William always tries to maintain control of the situation. But there are times when you undo him, like when you pull him by his tie, or when you whisper something in his ear out of nowhere. This always ends with you riding him on top, looking at his red face while his mouth is half open trying not to moan in a very submissive way. He always tries and always fails. These moments are VERY rare. But he pretends they NEVER happen.
✮ You're younger than him, and that's obvious. But sometimes William loves to treat you like a little doll he has to "mold". Sometimes, after you've taken his load, lying on the table with his cum dripping between your thighs and your panties around your ankles, he pulls out of you saying something like, "This is how it's done, you understand, little one?"
✮ William is at war with his own body when he’s with you. Every laugh you make, every loose piece of clothing, every casual touch is a trigger he struggles to ignore… But he can’t. He watches you like a predator who knows he’ll eventually give in. Sometimes he hooks his fingers on the edge of the table just to keep from pulling you in on impulse.
✮ Despite hating intimacy in public, he loves to slap your ass. He'll squeeze it in the elevator, walk by your desk and slap you. If no one is around, the noise will be loud. Even in bed, he loves the sound of his palm against you, as much as he loves the sound of his balls slapping against your ass.
✮ After simply destroying you, he holds your face afterwards as if to say “Are you still alive?”, followed by a slow kiss on your forehead that contrasts with everything that came before.
You were on your last night before the Hunger Games. The next day, at this same time, you would be fighting for your life in an arena.
Your plan couldn't go wrong: Kill anyone who gets in your way to live as normal a life as possible after those days of terror. The only problem in your equation was that you didn't expect to get involved with your mentor.
✧ I feel like Haymitch is finally getting some of the attention he deserves, so I dug up this writing I did in a random college class.
✧ English is not my first language, but I hope that doesn't hinder your reading. I'm open to constructive criticism!
✧ The reader has no gender, but has signs of a "female" body in just one part of the text. The reader is between 20-25 years old, but that isn't so relevant.
✧ NSFW mentions.
Unfortunately I lost the @ of the person who made the divider, if anyone or the artist himself knows, please comment!
That was another cold night. The trees moved and struggled frantically against each other in the freezing weather. Winter had always been much harsher there, and the snow had always fallen harder in district 12. But you weren't in the twelve.
The blankets or prototype blankets you had at home were no match for the fabrics you were covered in now. The pillows were bigger and his head sank into those white clouds.
In twenty years, you have never seen such comfort in your life. And not all that lack of life.
Those gray walls and colorful carpets were like sad clowns in flashy clothes, announcing the date of a funeral for the loved ones left behind. Your funeral.
Your lack of clothing was something that in your district would bother you on such a cold day. And even though you weren't used to sleeping naked, but the feeling becomes the most pleasant when you go to the reason by your side.
A blond reason, with a dad bod, eyes closed like an angel and who made your night the best of your life.
Taking a deep breath, your sleepless mind sought comfort in recent memories. The way calloused hands cared for your body and made your heart beat faster. The mouth wandering through your folds where no one has ever dared. The warmth he made you feel, making you feel alive for a night before the arena.
The arena. The place where you would fight to survive, since you would rather die on that grass than become a puppet of the body and a prisoner of the soul.
As your brain began to race with the horrific possibilities that awaited you, your mentor drowsily threw the weight of his arm across your body, pressing himself against you.
And suddenly, as you felt skin to skin again, your focus returned to the happy memories that would be your sunshine for the next few snowy days.
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