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Lucifer walking through the lobby with a suspiciously peppier-pep in his step after "hanging out" with you. Twirling his cane in his hand and whistling to himself and greeting everyone he passes. Strangely though no one seems to be as eager to respond. If anything, they all just kind of look at him in disbelief or shock. Weird. Was it that out of character for him to be a little chipper?

Even when he announces that he is going to a sin council meeting and he hopes everyone has a good day he just gets wide-eyed stares. Hm. Odd. Charlie's friends could do with some manner exercises! Oh well.

"Oookay... well, buh-bye!" Lucifer waves and quickly dissapears through a portal, no longer feeling comfortable having so much attention on him.

Everyone continues to sit in silence, staring at the spot where the king once stood. It's only broken by Angel Dust, who finally speaks up with an amused smirk.

"Ya think we shoulda told him about that huge hickey on his neck before he left?"

Everyone quickly goes back busying themselves with their tasks, saying nothing.

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Ford would be such a freak romantic. I got you this formaldehyde heart because it represents that i love you but in a mortal way. like thanks that's super sweet but where did you get that.

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how i sleep knowing my f/o respects my boundaries and hates the people that wronged me

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hi its me again, lowkey realizing how late it is when im sending this…😔🦭

im the anon that sent the educational purposes only ask thingy and… yes… i love ur ideas !! i esp like the toy one

he would 100% write down what you do or dont like or how fast… also hmo.. similar to the one in epo (shortening it cuz im lazy), positions?…

and do u do emoji anons..🦭

nooo it’s never too late, don’t even worry !!

and hell yeah id definitely be down to write more from Ford’s pov about reader, although ill have to google half the english language just to replicate the way this nerd talks lmao. but yes it’d be so hot to include his private notes on what you like, which positions work best (need him to rate the positions from 0 to 10 and explain his choice), the words you say most, and all that cute detail <3 this man would 100% have an entire archive labeled “for educational purposes only”

and yes emoji anons are always welcome here so 🦭 officially accepted <3

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AHHH ITS THE TWINSSSS BIRTHDAYYYY🥳🥳🥳

AHHH YES YES YES

happy birthday to the love(s) of my life!!! 🥳🧁

guys, you couldn’t possibly get any older but guess what? i don’t care !!! i’d love you even if you were a trillion years old. (not true though, because they found the fountain of youth and never died, let’s be real)

god, i love those stupid sexy men so so much. if i could, i’d get them both pregnant with damn triplets <3

they just make my life so much happier i cant even explain !! and only with the help of the gravity falls fandom did i find my wife here and so many amazing people who share my lust for these stupid ridiculously hot old men

LONG LIVE THE PINES TWINS. LONG LIVE OUR COLLECTIVE THIRST !!

i love you guys. never die

attaching my entire collection of all the best gifs i could find

happy birthday Stan & Ford <333 you mean so much to me

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Hi!

Are you open for requests? If not feel free to ignore this ask!

I’d like to read your thoughts about Ford/clumsy reader, like, the worst case where they can easily drop whatever they holding or stumbling on their own feet and falling or loosing stuff they just had in their hands🤣🤣

I can picture him being so baffled at first because they just dropped something ant then fell themselves seconds after right in front of him lmao

Have a good day ☺️

im feeling particularly tender about this one because listen, this ask is literally me. i drop things. i misplace my keys while they’re in my hand. i trip over air too. truly no object is safe in my hands so yesss often thought about this too

long text so ill hide it

lmao just imagine the absolute bafflement on that man’s face the first time it happens. like you’re holding your water bottle, right ..? and he’s just walking down the hall to say hi and in the span of four seconds he watches you drop the bottle, go to catch it, trip on your own foot, and then you just fall. man is trying to process four simultaneous catastrophes in real-time. his jaw’s a little open, trying to speak but can’t decide what words would even apply here ???

like, he’s just stunned. looking at the floor like “. . .was this a gravitational anomaly?” but then, once he’s sure you're okay (he probably rushed over with all this frazzled energy like “are you alright?? did you hit your head?!”), once he helps you up and your face is red and you’re mumbling how that always happens to you. . . oh. oh! OHHH

Ford tries to act casual about it. to be very “ah, that happens to the best of us” but he’s so bad at it. because he’s also the type to say “perhaps you should carry less next time” or “would you like me to hold that?” but it comes off more like he’s gently scolding you while also melting inside from how helplessly cute you are

you do it again. and again. drop your pen mid-sentence. knock over a glass while trying to make a point. he hands you smth and two seconds later it’s gone. and the funniest part is, Ford is such a meticulous, borderline obsessive person, right ? so this behavior of stumbling, constantly dropping shit mystifies him. it’s so unlike him and he literally does not understand how a person can move through space with so much CHAOS lolll. but he starts to like it

awwwhh i wanna say, he starts catching things for you without even thinking <3 your coffee cup, a paper that slips from your hand, the flashlight that clatters off the counter. sometimes he doesn’t even look. he’s just standing there like “you dropped this” holding it out while reading an article with the other hand. and if you ever get embarrassed about it ??? don't be !! but he'll be so gentle. like “oh? it’s alright. entropy affects us all. but i must say, ive never seen such creative applications of it.”

also. he starts planning around it. builds you a key holder by the door and keeps spare gloves in his pocket because you lost yours again. he never makes fun of it though. he just adapts “of course you lost your gloves again. of course you did” but his voice IS WARM, so tender and kind when he says it. and he starts taking your hand when you’re walking on uneven ground. i don't even think of it as a conscious romantic gesture at first, he probably just can't watch you take another spontaneous nosedive onto gravel awwwhhh

but if it's smth especially wild, idk like.. you knock a whole shelf down by accident ? he’s just sighing with this fond exasperation, rubbing his temples like ”remind me again how you managed to survive this long without significant head trauma ??”

he loves it. HE DOES. even if he acts like he can’t comprehend how someone so clever, so bright, so full of warmth and thought and wild little tangents, can also walk into doorframes five times a week. he learns to brace himself every time you enter the room, because god knows smth will fall within ten minutes. and he’ll be there. sighing. catching it. CATCHING YOU. probably mumbling “i knew that would happen” with that little soft smile that betrays how much he actually adores it <33333

guys can i kill this man please ? i hate him

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Hun I have way too many insecurities about my smarts because of my family and some mental illnesses so if I could spend just one evening with soft praises and candles with Ford I think I'd make a blood sacrifice for it

I want him to touch me so reverently I don't even have to talk, just letting him guide the whole thing and compliment me

But I also want to destroy him to the point he talk Latin instead of English or the other way I want to forget how to curse in English

- 🎩 anon

oh my god you know what... same. that’s why i mostly include Ford complimenting reader or calling his partner “clever girl” it’s my damn weakness. i want this man who has twelve phds to tell me i’m smart and clever

but oh god NO. HE WOULD LOVE YOU SO BAD, BELIEVE ME WHEN I SAY THAT. hold my hand and repeat after me: Ford loves you. Ford adores your brain. he wants to study it under a microscope and write down every single note about it. he wants to know how your mind works because he finds you to be a very unique person.

did you say it out loud? good. now and only now are you allowed to read the rest of this message <3

okay i’ll go a bit nsfw with this but hell yeah i want Ford to literally talk through the whole process and explain it. it doesn’t even matter if you’re a virgin or already had sex, he will gladly tell you why your body reacts a certain way, why exactly this angle makes you sob, and how kids are made

he would also be sooooooo happy if you got curious and innocently asked him to explain some things about your body <33 FUCK HE'D GLOW “oh? id be honored to help you understand yourself better” shut up nerd I HATE YOU SO MUCH (I LOVE HIM GUYS I CANT DO IT ANYMORE) “well, the region you're pointing to is particularly sensitive due to the nerve clusters just beneath the surface....” and you’re just squirming in his lap already ahhhhh. you’d barely need to speak. he’d tell you what to feel and breathe. he'd talk you through it all, kissing your temple in between anatomical terms. blah blah blah ”this angle stimulates more pressure near your anterior wall, which is why you’re so sensitive right here” yeah i know baby you're sooo smart <3

also, non-smut praise from Ford will be DAILY REMINDERS about how smart and clever his partner is <3 you’d get little murmurs like “you always think of angles i haven’t considered” , “you’re astonishing. i don’t know how you make such complex logic sound so easy” , “you don’t give yourself nearly enough credit” (im cryingggg) or “you just solved a puzzle ive been stuck on for three days, darling.”

imagine him asking for your opinion on a research question, saying “you always approach things from an angle i don’t consider” and writing down your response in his journal. if you ever say smth insightful in a group setting he’ll be like “wait, did everyone hear that? can you say it again, darling? that was brilliant!”

and fuck. i’m sorry. i’m feeling so fucking lovely about this. like, for example, if the pines family is planning some outdoors activity, Ford always says something like “wait!! let’s ask y/n!” and turns to you with a proud smile, saying “you always have the most creative ideas” i would simply disintegrate from shyness

then when you two are alone, you shake your head, quietly saying “you know, ive never been someone people listen to like that“ he’d hold your face, answering “they should’ve. you’re remarkable.”

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big plans tonight

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☝️🤓

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What's in Grunkle Ford's pockets?

Journal 1!

2. Fancy pen (for journaling)

3. sci-fi electro-gloves

4. Bag of normal DD&MD dice

5. Super illegal, 9-thousand dimensions banned, infinity-sided die (in a cheap plastic case for safety)

6. Black Gloves, normal, snappy

7. flask (presumably of I'm Fine Juices)

8. touching childhood photo

9. fuck-off huge poster of his ex

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I need Stan and Ford's reactions to being cat-called by the reader. Who whistles and flirts back, who gets shy and drops whatever he's holding? Who can't stop blushing like a fool and who starts strutting more because a hottie couldn't contain themselves? We gotta fluster these senior citizens!!!!

yahoo i love this !! yeah let's make these old men shyy

Stanley!!

he needs it, i tell ya. . . there’s no delicate way to put it. Stanley, bless his grumbling, gold-toothed heart, is starved for that kind of affection. of course he’ll roll his eyes and toss back a “real mature, sweetheart” when you whistle from across the mystery shack parking lot as he bends down to haul smth heavy, he’ll absolutely act like you’re being inappropriate, but did you see that little smirk he tries to bite down??? yep

and i think it’s doubled in intensity when it’s you, his closest person, the one he lets fold into his arms after hours. early in the relationship, yeah, he might bark out a sarcastic “hey! hands off the merchandise!” if you swat his ass, heheh. he’ll turn red all the way down his neck, curse under his breath, maybe try to walk away, grumbling what a little pervert you are. but later on, he slaps you back, maybe even an exaggerated “you missed, try again, sweetheart.” he’s thrilled to be wanted by you, desired. that kind of attention makes him shine. you want him? oh, he’ll give you a show. struts more. flexes more. suddenly that tank top that was “just comfortable” is riding a bit higher than usual. he’ll even ask you if you noticed he shaved that morning, and if you didn’t, well, he’ll drag your hand across his jawline and make damn sure you do.

so yes, this man eats it up. eats it up like a free buffet on a lonely thursday. try to whistle at him from across the porch, call him “handsome”, he’s immediately puffing up like an old tomcat in the sun, grinning so hard it damn near splits his face open. hand goes to his belt buckle, like yeah baby take a good look, chin tipping up a little, flashing you his teeth. im sure he’d say some shit like, “don’t start what ya can’t finish, toots.” except he wants you to start it. Stan wants your eyes crawling all over him like ants on honey. and then he’d throw the flirt back at you tenfold

oh but Ford. darling Ford. im sure flustering this man is too easy, and yet the results are so devastatingly rewarding it feels illegal.

so. . . he’s used to being praised for intellect, research. for what his mind can do. im sure lots of people have called him a genius, smart guy, pioneer, marvel. but his sweetheart, you're the only one who dares to whistle when he walks in wearing a slightly newer shade of his sweater. you lean against the shack’s front desk and coo, “oh wow, Ford. . . that color looks good on you. brings out your eyes.” and he’s gone. freezes. literally.

he drops what he’s holding, a mug, a stack of journals, some weird thing from his lab. the sound is loud and so is the color blooming across his cheeks. he stammers smth, possibly denies it even happened, before adjusting his collar and looking anywhere but at you <3

or he does that tight awkward laugh. might even scold you gently, all “really now, that’s hardly appropriate behavior”

but the thing is, HE LOVES IT. he may not know how to receive it, might fumble his words or hide behind a chalkboard, but inside he’s absolutely losing it. FANGIRLING. burning up. scrawling equations in the margins of his notebook that are just your name and a hundred question marks ehehhe

and if you keep calling him pet names, “handsome, genius, baby, sweetheart,” especially in casual, teasing tones while you’re working side by side, oh it makes him aware of his body in a way he never was before. and suddenly, he’s thinking about whether his clothes fit right. whether you noticed the new belt or boots. whether you like how he smells (stinks)

eventually, you’ll catch him fishing for compliments, but it'll be so damn awkward because guys c'mon it's STANFORD PINES. he'll be standing at doorways a little longer, making sure you see him, brushing his hair back before he enters a room. waiting all excited and nervous, silently begging. and if you whistle again, he might groan and say “oh, please,” but his fingers curl and his jaw flexes and you know he’s actually soaked in that affection

so yeah he tries to act unfazed, keeping his notes in order. but an hour later he’s bringing you tea with shaking hands and saying “so. . . you think my hair’s nice like this?” like you didn’t just fry his nervous system an hour ago with one whistle and a wink

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self insert

giving the pretty fella a flower

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I yearn for that fictional character in ways you can’t even comprehend in fact I’ve invented new ways of yearning previously unseen and not only that but I’ve reached levels of yearning that didn’t even exist until this very moment

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Okay okay I just saw your response to my ask and GRAAAAHHHH thank you so much I loved you’re thoughts on it you’re like the sweetest ever!!!

However: I have..additions ✨

Since it’s pre-portal ford, imagine Fiddleford coaching him through it. Giving him tips, etc. and any time Ford starts to get cold feet, says that maybe it isn’t the right time, Fidds grabs him by the shoulders, looks him dead in the eyes and says “Stanferd, this is the one partner you’ve managed to get AND have stick around. Do. Not. Blow. This” and Ford just nods super fast while also being just SO sweaty because the poor guy is like about to have a heart attack

YES. THIS. (also thank u sm!)

pre-portal Ford being coached through his own proposal like a dorky teen getting dating advice from their older cousin. except it’s FIDDS. so it’s like, “okay, now when ya say it, ya gotta look ‘em in the eye, but not too hard! ya don’t wanna look like you’re about to fight ‘em, Stanford. yes, you’re doin’ the stare thing again, stop that.”

and Ford’s like “what stare thing? i don’t have a— wait am i sweating again oh god oh no i’m sweating through my shirt”

MEANWHILE, Fidds is trying to keep this academic disaster from passing out in the middle of a very nice restaurant. if we're following typical gravity falls stuff, im 100% sure he got flashcards, one of them just says “remember to BREATHE.”

it’s so sweet tho, because Fiddleford knows him so well, knows how easy it is for Ford to talk himself out of happiness. how many times he’s backed out of things that could’ve been good, because he was too afraid to be vulnerable. and Fidds sees how different you are, how Ford softens when you’re around

so he’s like: this is it. this is your person. don’t let your fear steal this from you.

and Ford is trembling, all wide-eyed and nodding too fast, stuttering “you’re right. you’re right. statistical anomalies can be real. i can do this. i can do this. i love them. i— am going to faint.” then Fidds shoving a mint into his mouth and dragging him out the door

but yes i truly believe Ford needed Fiddleford in his corner in those pre-portal years. someone who loved him enough to push him when it counted. and nothing is more important than getting this big sweaty disaster of a man to confess how stupidly in love he is

obviously you say yes, because sweaty, panicking Ford with his over-prepared proposal and too-big heart is the love of your life, and you’d say yes even if he did faint

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Okay but the real question is: what would ford be like if he noticed that you were sad but weren’t talking about it.? How would he react?

I’m someone who can’t talk about the way they feel, about something. Like if I’m upset/sad/depressed about something, I might want to talk about smth but I just can’t find the right words to say it.

I guess I’m just looking for a little blurb or smth to read when I’m sad so I can feel better lmao

Pls and thank uu

(Love ur writing btw <3)

THE QUIET BETWEEN WORDS

Ford pines x reader, sfw, hurt/comfort

a/n: i’m sorry if this doesn’t come out perfect, i got inspired at first, but i struggle with dialogue and getting things across the way i want, so it probably sucks, but ive been writing this for quite a while after i received ur ask, and i really tried.

just really wanted to say, you’re not alone. i understand how that feels. i really hope things get lighter for you soon. you deserve to feel better 🤍

Ford is an observer. being a scientist for his whole life, he can’t let his curious eye slip even the smallest details, because details are what make his projects work. Ford noted in his brain that lately you were less active than usual, but brushed it off, because usually you said it was nothing serious, and put on a smile. and he hated himself, how every time he let it slide, he felt as if he were ignoring your problems. but at the same time, he didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable or press too hard. today, though, with horror, he noticed that you didn’t appear at breakfast, not even the smell of Stan’s delicious pancakes could call you.

the kids felt lonely without you by the table. quietly, Ford admitted he felt lonely too.

he had gotten used to seeing you as part of the Pines family, always somewhere nearby. around the kids, gossiping with Stan about Gideon or Pacifica's make up, joking with Wendy as you slapped glittery stickers on Soos’ belly, brightening every dull corner of the old shack. you may never have noticed how Stanford stared at you, curiously at first, then affectionately, and more recently, with something very tender and alarmingly unscientific twisting in his chest.

later, after breakfast, he heard Mabel’s familiar lilt down the hallway, followed by your voice, quiet, flat, and terribly unlike you. Ford sighed with relief; oh, you were up. you were here. that’s good. his mood visibly changed, and even a smile threatened the corners of his mouth.

until he heard Mabel's excited pleas, “please? come to the lake with us, pleaaaase! it won’t be fun without you!” and your voice, trying its best to stay neutral “i. . . sorry, i don’t want to go today.”

Ford raised his eyebrows. he knew listening in on private conversations was impolite, but how could he ignore it? you, the one who adored Gravity Falls’ beauty and nature, the forests, the one who never passed up a chance to dip your fingers into water, who LOVED being near water, who never missed a day with the Pines family, rejected Mabel’s offer?

it unsettled him. something in him seized. logic and emotion, two forces that rarely worked in harmony within him, collided now.

when the others finally left, Stan yelling about sunscreen and towels, Ford lingered behind, then walked with soft steps to the living room, you were there. not doing anything, sitting curled into yourself on the couch, your hands drawn close, eyes heavy-lidded, staring at the tv. a half-empty mug sat untouched on the sill.

Stanford cleared his throat. “they’ll probably drag back a whole bucket of tadpoles, Stan’s got a terrible habit of bringing invasive species home, as i noticed.”

you didn’t laugh, didn’t even look at him.

“i see,” he said, quieter now. “you didn’t want to go. may i sit?” Ford asked, and you gave a small nod without looking at him. he sat in the armchair beside you, but not too close, leaving enough space. he had read once that animals in pain don’t want to be crowded. he wondered if that applied to people, too.

elbows resting carefully on his knees, fingers steepled. “you’ve been quiet,” he noted gently, “i’ve noticed you haven’t seemed like yourself, not lately. and it worries me.”

you looked down, hands tightened around your knees.

“i know,” you replied. “i just, i don’t know what to say.”

“you don’t have to say anything,” he murmured, folding his hands carefully in his lap. “but if you ever need someone to sit with you, im good at silence.” Ford inhaled slowly, gaze softening. “i know sometimes words don’t come easy. trust me, i’ve spent years unable to say the simplest things. trapped on an alien world for decades, and the hardest part wasn’t surviving. turns out, it was coming home, and not knowing how to say i was scared. not knowing how to admit that i wasn’t okay. not even to my own brother.”

you blinked and turned away, not wanting him to see your eyes as you felt them getting slightly wet.

“you really don’t have to tell me what’s wrong, im not pushing,” he added, leaning slightly forward. “but let me be here, anyway. even if all you need is silence and all you want is someone to just sit beside you and not ask for anything.”

your voice came out small, cracked. “i’m just tired, Ford, i don’t know why. i just feel so heavy. and it’s stupid, cause i feel like there’s no reason, and i don’t want to ruin the mood or make anyone worry.”

“hey,” Ford interrupted, “it’s not stupid. feelings don’t need a thesis. they just are. but you don’t have to do it alone when you have a family. Stanley taught me that, and now i want you to know that too.”

your throat moved, and you felt a lump as you tried to swallow. “i hate crying.”

“then don’t, you don't have to force yourself to do this, at least not right now. i believe you will be able to open up to me one day.” he said, offering the softest smile. “just breathe. and if you ever want to talk, now or in a month or in a year, i’ll listen. and if you can’t talk, i’ll still listen, to the silence.” his voice gentled even further. “you matter. very much. and not just when you’re happy or helpful or full of energy. i don’t need you to perform joy for me. you’re allowed to be sad, i will still care”

slowly, you nodded, giving him the tiniest tilt of your head, and later, Ford would write it down in his journal as “a blossom daring to lift itself after a storm”

Ford didn’t speak again, simply reached out and set his six fingered hand gently over yours, sitting with you in silence.

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Here, take this. You'll need it.

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free him