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Who will you be today, Stan?

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and a baby △

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Mood.

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PERSONALLY LICKED BY THE DREAM DEMON HIMSELF

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Do you think Ford was ever jealous about Fiddleford and how he was able to blend in SO easily and make himself seem SO normal and even MARRY and start a FAMILY like the NORMAL person they all expect people to be and he knows, he KNOWS the real Fiddleford, that he gets all riled up about his inventions and his strange habits that he always seems to repress around other people but never HIM, why couldn't HE repress his OWN habits? Why can't Fiddleford just stay here with him and they can be weird together and otherwise who else does he have and hhrggrghrrgghgrggrgh

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aaaaaa happy birthday to the stan twins~

while i'm here y'all should check out the bday fic i wrote for them~ <3

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Young!Ford x fem!Reader

Genre: his POV, smut

CW: smut, Ford being even more of a freak than before-

A/N: surpriiiiiise! I am posting the second part as well! Despite Ford's poetic wording, this is pure smut, so read at your own discretion. Do keep in mind that, despite being an x Reader, this piece was also written for my friend @wolfhunter89 so there might be a few descriptive words here and there (not really, but I thought I'd give you a heads up anyway). I'd also like to take a moment to thank @darlingdaisyfarm for inspiring me and kickstarting my desire to write after months of inactivity. Your lovely writing encouraged me to try and get out of my creative slump, and it constantly gives me and my bestie ideas for our own little stories (we have definitely incorporated some of your headcanons into them, especially the ones about Ford). I hope you enjoy this!

Journal entry #27:

"I had a dream last night.

Usually the merciful embrace of sleep would give me some reprieve from the flow of thoughts always taking place during the day in my already crowded mind. Thoughts about her. Of what I'd like to do, what I'd like to see...

Anyway, all of this to say that she has now made her appearance in my dreams, and I no longer know peace.

How can I look her in the eye after this? How can I call myself her friend after dreaming about her in such a manner? After enjoying it so thoroughly?

I can keep a firm grasp over my own wandering thoughts during the day, but last night, my imagination was completely unrestrained. We were together, (Y/N) and I. On a bed, not mine, but barely big enough to fit us both anyway. We were doing what I could only describe as snuggling, forced by the lack of space to stick close together in order to stay comfortable.

But for what reason were we on that bed? What brought us there together? Does it really matter, when her body was pressed so tight against me? And was it truly just out of necessity, when her hand found its place against my chest and she looked up at me like... God, like she wanted nothing more than to be there with me? To get even closer.

I just know I looked down at her, marvelling at how perfectly she fit against my side... when suddenly her lips were on mine. It was unhurried, confident, like she knew I was not going anywhere and she could take her time savouring me. I wanted her to do it. I wanted to do the same.

Her perfume, that heavenly scent, hung thick in the air around us, making my head spin and turning my thoughts into sludge, like snow after a hot day.

Her lips felt soft against mine, like being kissed by the petals of a fresh rose, and her hand came up to touch my face, suddenly making me feel like she was holding me together with the mere act of cradling my cheek in her warm palm. I felt complete, sated... safe.

If she would have allowed me, I would have stayed like that forever, pouring myself into our kiss so that she may have all of me while I basked in all of her.

She, however, had different plans for us. She pulled back from me and, with great dismay, I thought I did something wrong. I was already about to apologize, when she rose from her lounging position to slide onto my lap, straddling me with no hesitation, as if she knew she owned me and I would let her.

I did.

My head was foggy, and I was barely coherent. One blink of my eyes and suddenly she was bare before me. We both were. It should have shocked me and yet I just accepted it like it was obvious, one small portion of me aware I was dreaming... and another one, the main one, feeling like there could be nothing more right than the situation at hand. Like I was home, right there with her and stripped down to nothing.

She looked down at me with a serenity that put my heart at peace despite its wild beating against my ribcage, and as she looked into my eyes she sunk down onto me. I almost did not notice my own pleasure as the way she beautifully tilted her head back with an ethereal sigh of relief captivated every ounce of my attention. She took a moment to feel all of me seated inside of her as if she had to burn that moment into her mind's eye, and then her beautiful hips rose again, and thus began her steady, languid rythm.

I was looking at a goddess. She wasn't chasing her release. She was taking and bestowing pleasure, savouring every moment thoroughly and deliberately, as if what truly mattered to her was the joining of our bodies and souls into one, rather than the climax of our physical act. She smiled down at me, and I felt like she had just gifted me the whole sky and all of its stars. That moment alone felt like eternal happiness.

Eventually, that slow, deliberate pace shifted into something different. Something more demanding and carefree. Her hips rose and fell, again and again, and she sighed and moaned and called to me, God, she called to me while her head fell back in bliss and her hair flowed down in soft waves behind her, making her seem even more divine. I wanted to give her all she wanted. She could have taken all of me for all I cared and I would have still asked her what else she desired.

Her movements changed again. The rise and fall of her hips turned into a sensual grind. Back and forth, back and forth, then in a circle and repeat.

This was not for me. It was for her, and I was merely lucky to even be there to witness it.

Should one truly be upset about an intimate partner thinking about their own pleasure first? I could not bring myself to even care about anything other than marvelling at the miracle happening right above me. If she wanted to use me to bring herself to the very edge of ecstasy, then I would be the perfect tool for her, and I would feast on the beauty of it all. Her pleasure was my pleasure, and only then I noticed my voice echoing hers in the most delicious, sinful of symphonies.

I refused to close my eyes, despite the pleasure. I wanted to see her, all of her. I let my hands wander, thanking all that is holy for the permission she so graciously gave me, as if she was waiting for me to partake in her as much as she was partaking in me. I never took control from her, deeming it almost sacrilegious to interrupt a creature as perfect as her. Still, my pleasure ebbed and flowed and I knew she would be my ruin.

I welcomed it with open arms.

What came next is a bit blurry. An unfortunate consequence of my consciousness slowly returning to me in the early hours of the morning, but what little I could witness will haunt me for days in the most beautiful and exasperating of ways.

(Y/N)'s grinding hips sped up and my name fell from her lips like a blessing while her hands travelled against my body. They were warm, and simultaneously soothing and exhilarating. It was everything I had never known I had wanted... and with every single fraction of a second, I grew more aware of the fact that I would aways want more of it. Want more of her.

In the last few moments of this blissfully damning sleep, I saw as (Y/N)'s lips fell open with a loud keen right as she jumped over the edge. She jolted and twitched on top of me, her hips grinding down on me even though she could not take anymore pleasure. As she let herself fall on me with a contented giggle, I awoke, startled by reality as my dream evaporated into nothingness.

I was sweaty, my breathing was uneven... and it soon became clear that my nightly fantasies had some very real consequences on me.

I was mortified.

I still am.

I am just glad everyone was still soundly asleep and I had the opportunity to take a shower and wash my clothes.

I am at a complete loss... How am I supposed to face her from now on? Is this going to become a common occurrence? How can I ever pretend to just be her friend when these are the thoughts that my mind conjures up?

I could perhaps admit a small attraction to her... but this goes so many leagues beyond that. I worry I may not be able to pretend like everything is still the same as it was before. Even writing this down to clear my head has...

Well, it doesn't matter. I can make this work.

Mind over matter, Stanford. Mind over matter."

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Thought about drawing her for a while, finally got the perfect idea.

Even if the photo did him justice, she would still see a disappointment.

saw someone draw Bill with a Flip phone once and I loved it.

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I need that nerd damn it

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ford gets held down... at the edge of reality

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I'M A DAY LATE but i had to do SOMETHING for these two!! how often is it that both ur favs share the same bday?????

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It’s a very important and special day for some very important and special boys :,) HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO STAN AND FORD!! 🥹🥹🥹

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY STAN AND FORD!!

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I'm honestly embarrassed by the amount of effort I'm putting into this. But in my opinion, we're down to the ultimate battle, and I gotta pull out the big guns. (Kinda like ford here)

A lot of young fords ramblings were inspired by stuff people said in discord. I paraphrased a lot of it from @curiouscatastrophe

So far, Ford has been in the dark as to who the Father would be. He's going to confront bill in the next one.

Cipher says: VOTE FORD - YOUR LIFE DEPENDS ON IT.

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throwing this idea out there, but i think it would’ve been pretty sick and twisted of Bill to pull a puppeteering scene like the one with the Celestial Toymaker from Doctor Who . . .

Like, taunting Ford with all of the people he’s hurt and failed and playing up all of his mistakes to his captive audience. Cutting the strings to the (either hyper realistic or very much puppet-like, wooden and clinking) puppets of Fiddleford and the twins and then Stan.

Like. It has such potential to be so so gut wrenching.

Puppeteering, I feel, is so so underused for Bill as a form of entertainment and control while not being possession.

However, I think this idea came about after I saw so many of those Sinking Town animatics and they inspired me.

Sooooo if anyone’s an animator or a writer or artist who knows both, or just likes this idea, feel free !!

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I'll do something decent when I can draw on a computer, for now take this phone doodles