#ford x reader

[sleeplessdreamer14]

stan: (takes your hand/gets down on one knee)

y/n: stanley, what the-

stan: (name), would you do me the honor of becoming my brother/sister-in-law?

y/n:

ford:

ford: did you really just propose to (name) for me?

stan: well lord knows you were takin’ your sweet time to do it!

[trashcanfanfics]

might I request some headcanons for ford (young and old) w/ a reader who’s a witch (like from the boiling isles) and has their own place in the woods? they’re known as the witch of the woods and there are stories from local teens about how they’ll “steal your bones if you get too close to their house,” but they’re actually really nice and will make you lunch if you stop by.

please, and thank you 🔮

Man, do I love this idea!! I immediately started thinking of a little ficlet/imagine/scenario

Reader gender not mentioned, could be any gender

This turned out longer than I thought it would

I'd exiled myself to earth a bit ago in response to the ban on wild witches. It was easier for me to leave than to fight back then. I could probably go back anytime, but I'd rather not be forced to pick one coven.

It wasn't all bad here. The rain didn't burn, plants didn't move on their own or try to eat me. I loved the green color of the landscape and my palisman, Gretch, enjoyed the fresh air. The locals were friendly enough, and the children were curious.

I'd noticed that they were wary of me and my strange abilities. To combat this, I'd just make warm beverages and small meals for anyone traveling farther into the woods near my little cabin.

It was on my way home from the human store that I met him. A man stuck in the root of a tree. One of mine, unfortunately. In a moment of homesickness, I'd planted a seed from the Boiling Isles near my home, and this particular one was a grasping willow. A sigh escaped me, loud enough for my surprise captive to hear. He turned towards me, seeming to forget his foot was stuck, causing him to fall over. The man winced.

"I'm sorry for my tree, sir." I swirled my pointer finger into a circle of green. The root lifted and moved from his ankle. "He's just a bit playful." I set my bags down to offer him my hand. He hesitated, looking at my hand before reaching up and taking the offered help. Once he was up, I shook his hand with a smile and introduced myself.

"Nice to meet you," he quickly took his hand back and cleared his throat, "my name is Stanford Pines, though people call me Ford."

"Wonderful to meet you, Ford." I picked my bags back up and faced him again. "I have groceries to put away, so I have to go. Try walking in a wide circle to avoid Snipper if you're walking around here."

"Oh, uh, thank you for the advice." He waved awkwardly and turned to leave. I chuckled slightly and went on my own way. Gretch sniffed the air in his direction before hiding back into my cloak. They whispered to me about the stranger's smell as I walked back home.

~*~

Ford came around more often after that. He asked many questions, and I answered. I asked fewer questions but received more answers. He was eager to talk and learn, and I was grateful for the company. Ford became a part of my routine in the best way. We'd meet up for lunch at either mine or his cabin and tell me what he's found. His theories enthralled me. I'd developed quite the soft spot for him and missed him when he wasn't around. My palisman teased me endlessly about it, but stopped once I'd mention how they liked to curl up on his lap as he talked.

He'd started coming around less and less. I wondered what new oddity he was occupied with to take up all his time. Gretch had been keeping watch over him and hadn't seen much since they couldn't get into the cabin. Whenever he did visit, he was...distant. There were bags beneath his eyes, an erratic fear, and paranoia took over his voice, even when it was just a whisper. I was worried and told him as such. He'd stood abruptly from the living room couch, making poor Gretch leap to the floor, and looked at me for the first time in months.

"There's nothing to be worried about. I'm fine, everything's fine!" His eye twitched. I blinked a few times in shock at his outburst. My hands flew up in a placating manner.

"Okay, okay," I lowered my hands and held them out to him palm up, "how about I make you your favorite tea, hm?" His eyes lowered to my hands before placing his own in them. I gently squeezed his hands for exactly six seconds before standing up and leading him to the kitchen. He followed me as I moved around to make the tea. Gretch stayed close to him, attempting to comfort him. The kettle boiled and I pulled it off before the whistle blew. We both watched the tea steep for a few seconds before Ford wrapped me in a hug from behind. His head rested against me as he shook.

~*~

"I think...I think I did something very bad, and you won't forgive me." His voice cracked. I looked up from the soup I was serving to look at him. He was looking at his hands.

"I suppose that's a valid concern. Although, I can't say whether I would or wouldn't if I don't know what it is." I set the ladle down and grabbed the tray holding the bowls. "For what it's worth, there is very little you can do that I wouldn't be able to forgive." I set the tray on the table and set a bowl in front of him, then Gretch's, before sitting down my with my own.

"I..." He stared at the soup. "I care for you deeply, and I don't want you to be mixed up in my mistakes." His eyes were tired when they looked at me. My breath caught in my chest as I stared back. My palisman stopped slurping to to look up at both me and Ford.

"Is that what you're asking me to forgive? You caring deeply for me?" I looked down at my own soup, stirring it slightly. My heart raced as his words filled my mind. "If that's a thing in need of forgiveness, then I beg for yours in return." I look back at him with a small smile. His brow furrowed.

"That's not the point I'm making." Ford ran a hand through his hair and rubbed his forehead. "I've made a mistake that could put you in danger. Out of everything that's happened to me, you've been the best. I don't want to lose you." He pulled out a book from his bag. One of his journals. He slid the book over to me. Gretch leaned over the tray to sniff it before recoiling. I blinked and looked at him.

"Ford, what--" I was cut off by him rounding the table and kneeling beside me. He grabbed my hands in both of his and looked me in the eye, more serious than he'd ever been with me. Gretch, wanting a better view, crawled over the table to be beside me.

"Take this journal and hide it. Take it as far from here as possible. Go and never come back. Please." His voice trembled. "I don't want him to get you."

"Who? Who is going to get me? What aren't you telling me?" I pulled my hands from his to hold his face, tears brimming my eyes. "Ford, tell me what's going on, why do I have to leave? What will happen to you once I do?" Tears poured down my face as I bit back a sob. I'd been so worried about him, about why he'd been so distant. Then he was asking me to leave. Leave Gravity Falls, my home, the only person besides my palisman I trusted fully with all my heart. I didn't want to go.

"I can't tell you. Please, believe me, it's safer this way." Ford reached for my face, eyes flitting back between my own. He leaned in and kissed me softly, barely a whisper on my lips. My eyes shut, allowing more tears to fall. I pushed into him, wrapping an arm around his shoulder, and deepened the kiss.

"I can't leave you." I said against his lips as we both pulled back slightly. I kissed him again. "I can't leave you, Ford." Our foreheads were pressed against each other.

"You have to." He pulled away and stood up. He grabbed his bag and turned to leave. Gretch chased after him immediately. I watched him go for a second, tears still falling down my face, before grabbing the book, and running after him. Grabbing the strap of his bag, I pulled him back.

"If you're going, then take this with you. I won't be part of something i don't know about." I shoved the book into his chest and glared at him through my tears. He looked at the book and then me before steeling his gaze. He shoved the book back into his bag and left. The front door closed, and I made my way back to the kitchen, Gretch following sadly behind. The soup had gone cold.

~*~

We hadn't spoken in a month. Four weeks. Thirty days. I went to his cabin to see him but his friend, Fiddleford McGucket, was on his way out and warned me to stay away from Ford.

"For your own sake." He said, rushing to his truck, bags in tow. "He's gone insane." I'd still knocked on his door for the next week. No reply. Gretch continued to keep an eye out and told me whatever they deemed relevant.

The next three I wallowed in my grief. Moping around the house, not taking care of my plants, or myself. I could barely brush my teeth or eat. My body odor followed me like a cloud. Days blurred together. Gretch tried to help me, but they were just as upset. Eventually, I had to go out to get more groceries.

On the way to the store, in my sweatpants, hooded sweater and muddy boots, I passed by Ford's cabin flying low to the ground on Gretch. As I looked towards it, my heart clenching painfully, the trees began to shake. I looked around in confusion as Gretch and I slowed to a stop. Then back to the cabin. The basement windows lit up a bright blue. Before I could stop myself, I flew straight towards the door, using my magic to unlock it. Bursting into the foyer, down the steps to the basement, I saw two figures.

There was Ford and someone else who looked like him. Stanley, his twin brother. Ford had told me about him. Ford was floating in the air, waving his limbs around, trying not to get pulled into a giant machine glowing with the light I'd seen outside.

"Ford!" I yelled, running to help him. Gretch almost reached him as he screamed his brother's name. He was sucked into the portal faster than I could cast a spell. "FORD!" I fell to my knees in front of the portal, next to where Stanley was standing. He was gone. My tears became my closest friends in the past weeks. These ones felt different. They hurt more, like daggers down my cheeks. He was gone. My friend, the one I adored and trusted the most. Gone. I sobbed out his name again, looking at the ground, Getch placed their head into my lap.

"Uh, are you...Did you...know my brother?" The voice made me jump. I turned to Stanley. I'd forgotten he was here in my anguish. I sniffed and wiped my face on my sleeve.

"Yes. He was my friend."

~*~

Ford had been gone for 30 years. After he'd been taken through the portal, Stan and I began a sort of friendship. He was brash and rude, his voice was gruff. He was different from Ford in so many ways, but so similar. Our friendship wasn't like the one with Ford. It was less lunch dates and more I'd bring him meals and take him shopping.

He'd convinced a crowd of shoppers that he was the mysterious scientist in the cabin while he was shopping by himself one day. I'd gotten very angry at him and refused to talk to him for a week after that. Eventually, I came around to it, realizing that he does need to make money somehow.

In time, the "Mystery Shack", as Stan called it, became quite profitable. People were attracted to its unbelievable aura. Personally, I found most of Stan's grotesque attractions to feel like home. I'd known someone who looked like the "Eyeball with Legs" back in the Boiling Isles. Gretch was glad Stan never asked them to be an exhibit. Sometimes, I feel as though Stan took inspiration from my stories.

It was summer when the twins came to Gravity Falls. Stan told me I wasn't allowed to do magic or talk to them about the strangeness in our little town. I told him that I wasn't going to hide who I was from anyone, and if he had a problem with it, don't let them go out by my cabin. We had a heated argument about that. I had resolved to not speak, or even go looking for him or anyone from the Shack that whole summer.

Of course, that didn't stop them from looking for me. Apparently, Ford had written about me in his third journal, and Dipper had stumbled across it. It lead them both to my doorstep with a gentle knock on the door.

"Hello?" As I opened the door, I saw two children, tweens, it seemed. The girl was holding a video camera at my face. "Oh!" They looked familiar almost.

"Uh, hi, uh..." The boy ruffled through a familiar book. I realized then who I must've been talking to. This must be Dipper and Mabel. The Pines' genetics must have been strong, they looked just like their great uncles. "Are you the witch of the woods?" His question made me laugh slightly. Gretch poked their head out the door to sniff at the children, causing the girl to gasp and coo at them, holding a hand out. I debated telling them both to leave, but it had been a while since I'd had company. Besides, it was getting a bit dark, and the woods were dangerous for children to go out into.

"That's what the townsfolk call me, yes." I gestured for them to come inside. "Would you like some tea?" The girl quickly came in with an excited smile. She was already petting and baby-talking Gretch. I chuckled.

"Oh, you're so cute! What's your name?" She looked around my living room and gasped. "I love your curtains!" She raced over to touch them before her brother stopped her, scolding her in a hushed tone. I smiled at them before going into the kitchen with Gretch in tow. They followed soon after.

"I'm not going to eat you, despite what the other children might say." I grabbed three tea cups and started the stove. "I don't do much other than tend to my plants and feed hikers that come by." I placed teabags into a teapot.

"So you're...not a witch?" The boy asked. I laughed again and ushered them to sit at the table. The girl gasped at the center piece. A lovely potted plant of flowers Ford had gifted me a long time ago. They were spring flowers, so they had stopped blooming. I smiled fondly at them.

"What kind of plant is this?" She touched the leaves gently. "It's so pretty."

"They're called shooting stars." I swirled my pointer finger in a green circle, causing the flowers to glow green as well and bloom. Gretch sniffed them, then sneezed. "They're normally a spring flower, but I'm able to keep them going with the sunroof in place and a bit of magic.

"So you are a witch!" The boy yelled. The kettle whistled and I quickly went to stop it. "This is incredible! Mabel! Did you catch that on video?" His sister, Mabel, looked at the camera, which had been placed facing away from the plant, towards a window.

"Whoops." She fixed the camera to face the flowers, which had ceased glowing and sat, bloomed, but otherwise non magical. He groaned in frustration and looked at me.

"Would you do that again? For the camera?" He gestured to the technology. I finished making the tea and brought it over, giving them each a cup.

"I would," I sat down in my own chair, "but the flowers are already bloomed, dear." I took a sip and set it back down. Looking at him with a small smile full of humor. Gretch huffed in their form of laughter. Ford had always called me a smart ass.

"Darnit!" He put his head on the table. Mabel reached over and patted his back before taking a sip of her tea. She hummed in delight at the taste and finished the cup in a few gulps. I offered her more, which she gladly accepted, drinking more before scratching Gretch on the head. The palisman leaned into her hand.

"I could do something else for your, oh, what are you needing the footage for, Dipper?" My question made his head shoot up. He looked at me in surprise. I realized that I'd called him his name before he'd told me.

"How do you know my name?" His eyes widened. "Do you read minds?" I was already shaking my head before he finished. Gretch huffed another laugh.

"I know your uncle, is all." I held my hand up to stop both of their questions. "Stan and I are, well, I suppose you could call us friends."

"Are you two in a relationship? Are you in love?" Mabel stood on her chair, her hands planted on the table as she leaned towards me. I scrunched my face in slight disgust even thinking about being with Stan. My palisman sneezed and shook their head.

"Absolutely not." I huffed and rolled my eyes. "Not even if he begged." The very idea of Stan being who I came home to made me very uncomfortable. Besides...I still dreamed of Ford. I regretted that our first and only kiss was when he was leaving. Maybe if I'd been braver in the beginning, said something sooner, he'd still be here. Maybe it'd have chased him away earlier than he did.

"Um, witch...sir? Ma'am? Sma'mir?" Mabel's voice drew me out of my reverie. I blinked and looked at her. She tilted her head in confusion.

"Pardon, I was leagues away. Did you say something, dear?" I looked at the clock to see the time. "Oh, that might have to wait. You two need to get home." I stood and ushered them to the living room where I grabbed my warmest shawls. They would have to do, my coats were buried in the hall closet. I wrapped one around Mabel, as she was the closest, so that it covered her head. when I turned to do the same to Dipper, he refused.

"I'll be fine, I don't need it." He held up his hands and I put mine on my hips. My eyebrow arched as I gave him a look that said this wasn't an argument. Gretch went behind him and gently nudged him towards me.

"It gets cold at night, especially in the woods." I quickly threw it over his shoulders and over his head like his sister. Mabel giggled as she pointed the camera at us. Dipper's frown deepened as his cheeks reddened. "I won't have you catch a chill on my watch. It'll just be another thing for Stan to b-ahem, yell about." With them properly bundled, I wrapped myself up and had Gretch turn into a staff. Both children gasped.

"I definitely got that on video." Mabel said as I waved them both to get on. Mabel in front of me and Dipper behind, I took off, up and over the trees. The twins both yelled out, though I suspected for different reasons.

As we walked up the porch, the door swung open to reveal Stan himself. He looked from both of the twins then to me. His eyes darkened slightly.

"I told you not to talk to them!" He pushed them both behind him and pointed a finger at me. "You said you wouldn't!" His glare matched mine. I pushed his hand out of my face and lifted my chin.

"Children, cover your ears." I spared them a glance to see them do so. My finger replaced his between us. "They were deep in those damn woods at dusk! I wouldn't have had to take them home if you had been doing your fucking job of keeping them safe! No wonder they're up to their goddamned knees in the supernatural of this fucking town!"

"How much did you tell them, what did you tell them?!" He got closer to me, dangerously so. I pointed my palisman staff towards him as a barrier. "So help me, if you told them-!" That made me scoff.

"Oh, please, I didn't tell them anything." I scoffed and waved my other hand to dismiss the thought. "Do you have such little faith in me? After all these years?" A sigh left my lips as I shook my head.

"Just stay away from them!" He pointed a finger at me again. "They don't need to be involved with all this weirdness." His statement made me roll my eyes and I turned to leave.

"They're already too invested in the weirdness, Stanley." I turned my head to look back at him over my shoulder, mounting my palisman. "They won't end up like him in one summer, but if you're that worried, keep them out of the woods." With that, I took off into the sky.

~*~

The children clearly didn't listen to Stan, if he told them to stay away from me. They came around my home every few days or so, asking me about myself and the woods surrounding. I'd been vague about my friendship with Ford, for Stan's sake if nothing else. Gretch enjoyed their company, especially Mabel's. She would bring the palisman snacks and plenty of affection. Waddles and Gretch became fast friends when the pig was brought along as well.

Mabel had latched onto my story of him and was sobbing by the time I'd told her he was gone and I'd never see him again. Dipper also seemed disappointed, wanting to meet the scientist. He'd asked if I was talking about the author of the journals. I'd told him no. Gretch whined at that, clearly frustrated I wouldn't tell them anything. I just shooed her away.

They told me about their adventures and a figure named Bill. I'd sat eagerly by, hearing about their encounters. They had been in danger multiple times over the summer and I'd nearly gone to shout at Stan some more before they said they didn't want him to know. I explained to them that not telling Stan was a mistake. He is their guardian for the summer and needed to know where they were so he could help if needed. They disagreed and went home. I'd asked Gretch to watch over them for a while to make sure they weren't in too much danger.

It was sometime after Mabel's sock opera when the kids invited me over. Well, more Mabel did, with Stan's permission. Though the man had been rather grumpy over the phone. I was amused by Mabel's antics and agreed, soon making my way over there. Gretch sniffed the air and shook their head, rubbing their nose.

"Oh hush, I'm sure Stan can't stink that bad from out here." I joked before knocking on the door. "Should we invest in nose plugs for you?" The door opened before they could retort. Mabel squealed when she saw me and pulled me into the cabin and to the living room.

"You're going to love this guy, trust me," She squealed again, "I'm a master match maker." I laughed at her enthusiasm. She was determined to have me meet someone. The only time she'd stopped was when she'd found out Stan had a crush on Lazy Susan.

"Mabel, I've told you already that I'm perfectly fine on my own. I really should stop ind--" I looked up to see the unfortunate suitor this time. My eyes widened and my heart stopped. I knew the figure instantly. Despite the wrinkles, my dreams made sure I'd never forget his face. "Ford?" His eyes widened as he recognized me. He said my name in a whisper. Gretch wasted no time in throwing themselves at him, circling and sniffing and bumping into him. He huffed a laugh and pet them gently.

"I didn't forget you either." He looked up from the palisman back to me. "I'd thought you'd have left Gravity Falls." His other hand twitched, as if he wanted to touch me. I couldn't hold back, I ran to him and wrapped him in a hug. The tears that had been building up overflowed.

"I told you I couldn't." I felt his arms slowly hug me back. He squeezed me gently and buried his face into my neck. I gave him one more squeeze before pulling back slightly to look up at him. Our eyes met and I smiled brighter than I'd had in years. He returned the gesture. "I'm glad you're back." Tears continued to slide down my face and I sniffed.

"You knew each other?!" Mabel's voice broke us both out of our little bubble. "What?!" She turned to Dipper, who'd just walked in, and shook him by his shoulders screaming about how this is a better story than the Dusk series. Dipper, having pulled himself from his sister's grasp, looked at me and Ford, still in an embrace. Mabel ran out of the room to go tell Stan.

"...When I asked if the person you were talking about was the author of the journals..." He furrowed his brows. I hesitantly pulled myself fully from Ford's arms and cleared my throat.

"I lied, yes." My hand was already up to stop him from asking questions or comment on my dishonesty. "Stan had asked me not to, it would have caused problems if you knew." The boy looked displeased with my answer.

"That's what Grunkle Stan said, too." He crossed his arms. "It's stupid! If we knew, we could have helped rebuild the portal and get Great Uncle Ford back!" His statement had Ford opening his mouth, but I was faster.

"Now, that's enough, young man!" I put one hand on my hip and pointed a finger at him. He jumped and his eyes widened. I'd never raised my voice at either of the twins before. "Stan is a ridiculously infamous liar, but this time he did out of necessity. You weren't there to see what happened after Ford was sucked into that portal, he was dealing with the grief of losing his brother and while I'm going to have very strong words with him out of earshot of you kids about rebuilding that machine, it's understandable how he went about things." Gretch sneezed, huffed and then looked away. I raised an eyebrow at them and put my other hand on my other hip. They gazed right back at me and yawned before laying down nonchalantly. I rolled my eyes. They never truly liked Stan. Ford laughed slightly at mine and Gretch's wordless exchange. I turned to him with a slight smile and a raised eyebrow. He only shook his head fondly.

"You're defending him?" Dipper stuck up his chin, ignoring the palisman. "I thought you guys didn't like each other..." A sigh escaped me at that. I crossed the room, pulled out a chair to the card table before sitting down. Ford followed to stand next to me, my heart swelled at the thought that he was here. Actually back.

"Stan and I don't always see eye to eye," I began, watching Dipper join me at the table, "but, well, I helped him for the first few months after the incident. With the portal, I mean. We looked through the research we had to figure it out."

"You helped with that?" Ford looked incredulous. "Why? It was dangerous!" His outburst made me look at him with a huff. Gretch snuffed out a laugh and made themself comfortable on the old yellow chair.

"I was getting to that." This seemed to placate him as he closed his mouth and cleared his throat in embarrassment. "Anyway, I had been helping him, reading through the only journal we had, before I'd looked at everything and used my oracle abilities to try and track down any others. I'd had a vision in my crystal of what would happen if I helped further and told Stan what I'd seen."

"I'm guessing he didn't believe you?" Dipper asked, rolling his eyes. I smiled at how the resemblance he had to Stan in that moment.

"He rolled his eyes just like that when I told him. Stan's always been a stubborn bas--ahem, man." I snickered, glancing at Ford and winking when our eyes met. His face reddened "It's a family trait, I've noticed."

"I'd hardly call myself stubborn." Ford crossed his arms and looked away. "It's not stubbornness when you're right." His defensiveness made me bark out a laugh. His face deepened in color as he refused to look at me.

"Okay, and when you told him what would happen and he didn't believe you, you stopped helping?" Dipper put his arms on the table and leaned towards me, eagerly waiting for the rest of the story.

"Well...not exactly." I looked off to the side, thinking how to phrase my words. "I mean, I stopped helping with the portal, yes, but I stayed until the Shack became more popular. In the beginning of the change, I understood needing the money, but the more ridiculous it became, the more I felt like it was wrong. We'd gotten into a huge fight over it. There's been tension ever since."

"So you and Gruncle Stan were never together?" Mabel's voice made me jump. I looked to see her sitting on the floor and Stan leaning against the yellow chair Gretch had fallen asleep in. He looked at Mabel in confusion. I rubbed my hand on my forehead and sighed.

"Mabel. I've told you this." I looked at Stan and scrunched my nose, he rolled his eyes, his arms crossed. "I have never, and I mean ever, considered Stan anything more than an unlikely friend." I looked at her and shook my head.

"Yeah, they're not my type anyway." He snickered. It was my turn to roll my eyes before crossing my own arms. I raised my eyebrows at him.

"Yes, his type is anything twenty years younger and doesn't have enough wits to realize he isn't as funny as he thinks he is." I smirked at the indignant noise he made at my jab. "Or a spider." My last comment made Dipper and Mabel laugh as Stan's face grew red.

"Hey! She didn't look like a spider at the time!" He grumbled and looked back down at Gretch, poking them to try and get them to move. They growled in response. "How do you even know about that?" He looked at the kids and then grumbled under his breath again.

"Besides," I looked at Mabel, "I have my eye on only one person. I have since I first met him." Her eyes sparkled as she looked between me and Ford. Dipper looked exasperated.

"Is he Great Uncle Ford?!" She stood up and pointed at us both. I chuckled at her enthusiasm. Ford looked at her, his mouth agape and cheeks red. Dipper rolled his eyes, but seemed interested as he eyed both me and Ford with interest.

"Yes." I smiled at him as he already opened his mouth, words spilling out before he could register what I said.

"That's hardly an appropriate thing to say--" He stopped and looked at me. "Did you say yes?" He was staring at me in amazement. I could see Stan gagging in my peripheral vision. Mabel giggled and Dipper started writing down on a piece of paper.

"I did." I raised my eyebrow at Ford. "Did you forget about that kiss? I'm a bit insulted." He blinked and cleared his throat, looking away. His face was so red, I thought he was going to faint from the blood rush.

"No!" He cleared his throat again. "No, I just...I didn't think..." His gaze softened and he reached out to cup my face. I leaned in, keeping eye contact as he rubbed a thumb over my cheek. My hand reached up and held his there.

"Ugh, gross. Get a room." We both looked at Stan who gagged again. "At least take it outside." I rolled my eyes again and stood up, bringing Ford's hand from my face to hold between us. He looked at me as I reached up my own hand to bring his face closer to mine. At long last, I kissed him. He made a muffled noise of surprise but quickly leaned into the kiss. Stan and Dipper both groaned as Mabel cheered. I pulled back and looked Ford in the eyes.

"I wish I'd told you sooner," I leaned in and gave him another kiss, "I love you Stanford Pines."

~*~

Weirdmageddon had been concluded, the twins, both sets, safe and sound. Dipper and Mabel had their birthday before saying goodbye. I'd cried as I hugged them. They'd each received a charm of good luck. Ford and Stan had decided to sail around the world, inviting me to join them. I'd told them I'd let them catch up for a few years before setting sail with them. I'd be here when they came back during the summers.

"Are you sure? We don't mind, really." Ford had encouraged, but I shook my head with a smile. Stan shrugged his shoulders with a small smile.

"Yeah, it'd be nice to have a powerful witch aboard." He smacked a hand on my shoulder. I laughed and patted his hand. He moved it back to his side.

"I'm sure you boys can handle yourselves. Besides, I've waited this long." I looked at Stan then Ford. Gretch huffed and sat firmly next to Ford, daring me to try and stop her from going. "Fine by me, Gretch. Go on with them, I'll see you in a few years."

"It doesn't have to be years..." Ford looked down at them with a sheepish smile. "You could join us at the end of next summer." Stan gave a noise of agreement.

"Yeah!" Stan gave me a nudge. "It'd be nice to catch up with you, too." We had gained some of our friendship back during the apocalypse and I was glad for it. I smiled and shook my head fondly.

"Alright, fine." They both smiled at my confirmation. "Send me letters in the meantime." Stan agreed and went to say one more goodbye to his protege, Soos, before getting the car. Gretch huffed and walked off, deciding to stay with me after all. Ford stepped closer to me, gently cupping my face in one of his hands. We both leaned in and kissed. Stan drove up and honked the horn, causing us to reluctantly part.

"I promise to write." He gave me one more kiss before getting into the car and they both drove off. I kept waving until they were out of sight.

"See you next summer." I said before heading back home with Gretch. My heart felt full.

[midnightanxietytm]

I have a silly idea :3

imagine Mabel recounting the “accident with the leaf blower” to the reader, who then proceeds to make sure Ford isn’t around and tells her about the “kissing practice robot” incident from high school (which they witnessed) if you don’t know what I mean watch the land before swine commentary video

meanwhile Ford is down in the basement and suddenly stops what he’s doing and is like “I feel a disturbance in the force.”

A/N: Oh my god the kissing bot is so iconic, Ford is such a dork for that one lol. Hope I met your expectations with this one , its been a while since I've written something more lighthearted. Thanks for the request!

Contents: Mabel and Reader spilling tea, talks about kissing and romance and other sappy things. Ford x Reader more implied than anything. Short and fun.

Word count: 500

You know something is wrong because Mabel isn't smiling, Mabel is always smiling. She walks through the gift shop door and goes straight to sit on the counter next to you with a big sigh.

“Alright, spill it, sunshine.” You say with a small smile, putting down the book you'd been reading in order to give her your full attention.

She looks up at you with big round eyes. “I dunno… The date went well, he even kissed me!” You gasp in pretend shock and that gets a small giggle out of her. “I know right?! But like… It felt weird! It wasn’t bad! Just weird… maybe I need more practice…”

That makes you laugh as you prop yourself near the checkout; “Mabel, darling, kissing isn't really some equation you can figure out, maybe he just wasn't the right person.”

She lets out another big sigh, but you can tell is more resigned and hopefull this time. “Yeah, I guess… Besides, I really don't want another leaf blower accident.”

You laugh again, Mabel has that charm. “The what accident now?”

“Oh my gosh, I never told you?! It's so embarrassing; I was obsessed with that boy, who turned out to be a bunch of gnomes by the way, and I wanted our first kiss to be perfect, so I stuck a photo of him on a leaf blower on suction made and used it to practice.” When she said that, both of you started to laugh so hard tears formed in your eyes. “I-t left like this huge bruise on my face!”

You lean your head on the table, trying to stop laughing, but the mental image of Mabel with a leaf blower stuck to her face is too much.

“Oh gosh you're just like your grunkle!” You say in-between wheezing.

“Wait which one?” Mabel asked, rubbing the tears off her eyes.

“Okay so…” You began, looking around just to check Ford wasn’t near. “Your Grunkle Ford, back in high school he built this robot…” You look around again, holding back laughter and bringing down your voice. “It was this mannequin head with a rubix cube for a mouth and it had an alarm that wouldn’t stop playing until he…” And you did quotation marks with your hands. “...kissed it right.”

And you both started laughing all over again. “That's so dorky oh my gosh!”.

“Right!? He's such a nerd.” You say, and there's a softness to it that eases Mabel's worries about romance all together. “It fell from his locker once and it started blasting the darn alarm! He couldn’t go anywhere for a week after that without people mimicking kissing noises. It was gross.” You chuckle and sigh, sitting back down on your stool. “Compared to that, a leaf blower is no big deal!”

“Compared to what?” Says a third voice.

You and Mabel snap your heads, seeing Ford standing on the doorway behind the vending machine.

Crap.

[sivyera]

Love languages with Gravity Falls characters

ft. dipper, mabel, wendy, stan, ford

⤷ Dipper

physical touch Dipper is very desperate for your touch. Your touch make him feel safe, warm and fuzzy inside. They are so many creatures (like Gideon ;)) who hate him and he is afraid they can do something bad to you just to hurt him. But when he have you in his arms, he is the happiest in the world.

⤷ Mabel

giving gifts Mabel is very, very creative. She loves the expression on your face when she give you something what she made. She loves how your eyes widen from joy and surprise when she give you her gift. It's always something new, she never give you same gift twice.

⤷ Wendy

words of affirmation Wendy is sometimes very stressed because of her family, job, her friends and Robbie. So sometimes she is just overwhelmed with everything and everyone. At these situations she wants to talk with you. About everything and nothing, it doesn't really matter. After a few minutes she would cry, so tell her how much you love her and that she is good enough.

⤷ Stan

acts of service Stan and you are partners in crime. You are stealing peoples money in Mystery Shack with him. He was very happy when you come with that idea. You had new plans how to take their money and Stan was just in awe.

⤷ Ford

quality time Ford is a busy guy. But he always makes sure he have at least some time for you. And that's mostly at night. Now when he have you, he is going in bed regularly. Sometimes he wants to say so much to you but when he look in your eyes he lost his words and everything he can do is admiring you.

[vrisrezis]

hey, I was wondering...

What about some platonic!hcs for Stanford Pines (I'm not refering to Stanley in the first episodes but his brother) with a fem!reader that is Dipper and Mabel's age and that he took like an "adopted" child after finding her wandering through one of the dimension he happen to appear randomly after all of the "portal accident" thingy

Ford is a bit awkward at first when taking care of you? He kinda forgets what kids should have, not just for fun but .. he can’t be certain you’re from his dimension, what do you even eat? It’s a bit weird at first but he warms up to you quickly, as do you with him. He grows protective of you, given how dangerous these dimensions are. He’s seen terrible things, he doesn’t want you seeing anything crazy so long as he’s around.

[alex-rambles]

My dude could you do more yandere Stanford pines headcannons with a reader who is from the weirdness dimension and is like bill but is a good guy? :) Idk ignore me if I'm being weird lol

I gotcha! What a cool idea!

👓At first, he was real fucking distrustful of you

👓You? A helpful entity like Bill, but you're not bent on world domination?

👓Don't make him laugh

👓It will take a lot to get him to trust you, but once he does trust you, he isn't letting go

👓So many people would want to take advantage of your knowledge, your sheer power

👓And he can't have that

👓You won't mind staying in the attic, right?

👓Of course, you see what he's doing, it's happened before

👓But what are you going to do?

👓He won't hurt you, but he will guilt trip the hell out of you. Make you feel bad for wanting out if this stifling relationship

👓He might not even realize how he's manipulating you

👓He has deluded himself into seeing it as okay

👓So help him and stay by his side!

👓He'd cry if you didn't

[vililae]

I finally started writing a slow burn Portal Ford x Reader idea I've had swimming in my head for ages! So chapter 1 is out at the moment.

Quick summary under the cut.

During your interstellar travels, you come across a very injured stranger on a hostile, swampy planet. After bringing him back to health, you notice he has no idea how he got there in the first place and seems wholly unfamiliar with almost everything he finds around him. It's like he's from a different universe entirely.

Over time, he becomes a near constant travel companion. You unknowingly provide him with the most stability and familiarity he's had in the tumultuous past decade of his life.

And you find his company is rather an improvement on your life too.

[puppetfives]

REQUESTS!?

What'd y'all want for x readers?? I can do Ford Pines, I can make you do Ford Pines, creepypastas, TMNT, at this point I got no clue but yee if y'all got a request for literally anything just lemme know

[moderatelysensitiveowl]

beat those desperate wings || stanford pines x reader

a/n: cross-posted to ao3, a hurt/comfort thing that got way out of hand, but i just wanted to have ford comfort me after a rough week. major tw for self harm and anxiety/dissociation and some self hatred. also reader is referred to with he/they pronouns.

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The bathroom flickered with an unforgivingly bright off yellow light. The shower was running but the lone figure in the room hadn't even stepped into the water.

Instead they stood in front of the sink, a gleaming object held tight in their shaking hands.

To ☐☐☐☐, the air felt too heavy. ☐☐☐☐ felt like a piece of roadkill, rotting in the uncaring sun. His chest constricted, and despite his breaths, as short as they were, his lungs ached for more. His head spun and the bathroom's light started to burn into his retinas.

'Why do you have to be like this? You think Ford likes being around someone as broken as you. You think he wouldn't want to be around someone easier to love?'

His hand moves the object to his arm. Uncertainty stayed his hand.

'You won't even face him. Hiding in the bathroom like a coward.'

He knows Ford would hate to see him like this, but he can't bring himself to leave the small room either.

'I should talk to him. He'd understand. Wouldn't he?'

'And burden him with your disgusting mind?'

'I can't.'

'I can't do it.'

. . . . . .

He was just being overly paranoid. At least, that's what Stan said.

Stan, who had just retired to his room to sleep. Something Ford should really have been doing then himself. He tried, he tossed and turned but the night just didn't feel right to him. A wordless sort of anxiety was keeping him up.

So next thing he knew he was going over some recent additions to his new journal of which he'd been using during his on and off sea voyages with his twin. But even then there's a feeling. A knot in his stomach that keeps him from fully focusing on his work. And that's when Stan finds him, telling him the aforementioned words along with some lighthearted jabs at his workhorse nature betrayed by his look of brotherly concern.

And then he thinks back to his recent encounter with his dear, ☐☐☐☐. The two of them had been in a timid relationship for some months now, just slowly inching to being closer. (Usually with Stan affectionately teasing the two to 'just kiss already'.) He couldn't get the brief talk out of his mind. ☐☐☐☐ had looked... off, for a lack of a better word. They looked tired, almost... sad in a way. Yet any questioning by Ford would result in them simply saying they hadn't gotten enough sleep. The scientist didn't believe them entirely, but he didn't want to push them for answers and then said they'd go take a shower.

And come to think of it, ☐☐☐☐ had been in there for quite a while.

No, its was just paranoia. Just paranoia. Just paranoia...

And yet before he knows it his feet have brought him to the bathroom door, the sounds of rushing water just beyond.

Surely it wouldn't hurt to knock and make sure he was alright? But would it be insulting, would ☐☐☐☐ think Ford to be treating him like a child? And yet ☐☐☐☐ usually wouldn't take this long to shower?

Then a sound. Barely heard above the shower's wooshing, but enough to halt the scientist's train of thought.

The sound of a hiss of breath combined with a soft yelp. Almost a pained whine.

And just like that, the idea that something (or someone) could've hurt ☐☐☐☐ was all it took for Ford to reach a decision, and he's twisting open the doorknob.

He barely notes the fact that the door opens easily. It was never locked.

His mind comes entirely to a screeching halt at the sight. Whatever words he had for ☐☐☐☐ had died in his throat, and the other male gives a startled sound as he holds himself close to cover what Ford had already seen.

The all to painfully familiar scent of copper hangs in the air as it accompanies the crimson flowing from ☐☐☐☐'s arms and staining the ivory sink.

Oh gods, he wants to be sick. The sight was oh so very wrong and yet he knew it was real.

And all at once he forces himself to snap to the moment. The shower was still running and ☐☐☐☐ was looking at him like a cornered animal and was still losing blood and he needed to be clinical about this. Forcing away the mix of emotions rising in him like the tide, threatening to drown him, he focuses on the task at hand.

He reaches out to take their arm but ☐☐☐☐ flinches away. A pang hits Ford in the chest at this and he tries to soften his expression.

"☐☐☐☐ please..." The scientist speaks softly, and while he knows he could try to forcibly treat his beloved's wounds he couldn't bring himself to act while he was looking so frightened. "...I'm not angry with you, please let me look at your wounds." These words seem to do the trick, ☐☐☐☐ slowly relaxes their shoulders, allowing Stanford to check on their arms.

He can't help a small gasp when he sees the wounds up close.

Along with several fresh cuts were also older wounds of varying level of scarring, and for a moment the guilt freezes him on the spot before he shakes it away. (I can't think about that I can't think about how I should've noticed this before can't think about how this is my fault have to focus have to help them.)

Time seems to both drag and fly by as the older male quietly dresses his boyfriend's wounds. ☐☐☐☐, for his part, was intent on counting the cracks in the bathroom tiles, face heated up in shame, occasionally wincing from the disinfectant as he sat on the floor.

He doesn't even realize Ford had finished bandaging the cuts until the white noise of the running shower was suddenly halted. He looked up to meet Ford's pained expression. Now, without the shower on the silence was more apparent than ever before.

"☐☐☐☐, I don't - why... why didn't you tell me...?" It seemed whatever calm he managed to maintain was starting to be lost as he struggled to find the words to make the situation better.

"Ford I... I never wanted you to know. I didn't want you to have to deal with how broken I am..." The last part was spoken under his breath, but the words still hit Ford like a ton of bricks, and he instinctively takes his dearest's hands in his.

"☐☐☐☐, don't say that about yourself!" He takes a deep breath before continuing, trying to keep his own emotions steady. "Listen to me, you are not broken. Whatever pain you're dealing with- whatever pain is making you do this to yourself..." He trails off as he glances at their now bandaged arms.

"Stars, I'm so sorry you've suffered from this. I should have been there, I should have done something, I..." Ford was cut off from his guilt ridden near spiral when he felt ☐☐☐☐'s hand at his cheek.

"You don't have to apologize to me, Ford. You couldn't have known." The words were meant to be comforting but Stanford only felt the pit in his heart deepen. A brief silence passes until it's broken by Ford's question.

"How long?" 'How long have you been suffering? How long have I been blind to it all?'

"It doesn't matter."

"Love, the skin on your arms is incredibly thin. All it would have taken is a single wrong cut to end up with a cut blood vessel. What if I hadn't been here in time, you could've..." The full reality of what happened seemed to finally hit him and Ford could only choke on his words.

"But I'm okay! I'm here... I'm right here." ☐☐☐☐ knew Ford would spiral into safe blame and was intent on nipping that in the bud. Ever so gently he took his mate's head in his hands, bringing him closer until the two were nuzzling their heads together. He then feels Ford's arms wrap around his midsection. Grip tight, as if afraid the Earth itself would swallow up ☐☐☐☐ at any moment and for a few moments the older male's shoulders shake, along with shaky breathing at one almost sob.

"☐☐☐☐... how can I help you?" He finally asks, his voice tense and shaky.

"I don't know... it's my brain. My brain is just bro-"

"Don't." The single word was sharp as a knife, and Ford had to amend, "Just... please don't say that about yourself again..." ☐☐☐☐ looks like they want to say more but can't find the words.

"My starlight, you know I'm not angry with you, right?" He cautiously asks. ☐☐☐☐ simply continued to stare at the floor, and so Ford gently tilts his head to meet their eyes.

"I'm not angry with you. I have, and always will, love you. Even if you see yourself as broken, I will always and forever see you as the beautiful being of stardust that you are." Tears are running down ☐☐☐☐'s face and Ford feels on the verge of crying himself but he forces himself to continue.

"Even if your mind tells you otherwise, I'll be here to remind you that you deserve happiness. And if you ever feel like you need to hurt yourself again, please please reach out for me. Please let me help you."

"I'll try..." ☐☐☐☐ simply says, a tiredness beginning to fill their voice as they rest their head on Ford's chest.

Seeing his beloved on the verge of sleep, he slowly picks them up and carries them, bridal style to their room. As he gently tucks them under the covers, he briefly considers locking up any sharp objects around the Shack when a soft voice interrupts his thoughts.

"Ford, can you... stay with me...?" ☐☐☐☐ is looking up at him, expression one of lingering anxiety. "I mean, if you don't want to I won't make yo-"

But before they can finish their sentence Ford is already crawling into the spacious bed to join him and act as big spoon. Not that he ever needed a reason to want to cuddle his beloved, but after the events of the night, he was silently grateful to stay with ☐☐☐☐ as well.

The next morning, Stan would find the two of them sleeping in each other's arms.

(Naturally, he chuckles to himself and snaps a picture to share with the niblings, who had been betting over whether or not ☐☐☐☐ and Ford were an item.

Mabel got 20$ that day.)

[i-prefer-base-twelve]

Hear me out: what if you wrote a Ford x Reader where instead of Ford being possessed by Bill, the reader is. (So like sock opera kinda, but like Ford is kinda oblivious to it)

I'm not gonna fully write it out but I'll give you a sketch.

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Portal Ford, plate in head, hits it off with a stranger somewhere in the vast reaches of the multiverse. It's not a common occurrence; he's slow to trust, slow to open up. But there was something about you... and you knew there was something about him too, even if he wasn't telling you his whole story. You lingered longer than you meant to, excited to see where this would go.

And then in your dreams one night, you meet an entity. An entity who would like to borrow your body, for just a little while.

It's a big multiverse; you've heard of beings like this. No bodies of their own, they get off on being corporeal. And you're open-minded, plus you could use the money, so, you negotiate. Can the entity get said money without doing crimes? They say of course. You consider, then add two more provisions: the entity can't harm your body, or use your body to do anything illegal. And, you add, pointedly, the entity will give your body back after 24 hours.

The entity seems irritated, but agrees to your terms. As you shake on it, just before your spirit gets forcibly ejected from your body (a feeling you'll never, ever, forget), you wonder why the entity was interested in your particular body. And they must hear your thoughts, because they smile with your mouth and answer with your voice, "Because your eyes are artificial."

You wonder what your prosthetics have to do with anything, but, hey, maybe you'll find out. It seems that the arrangement leaves your spirit tethered to your body on a short rope; you trail helplessly behind as the entity heads straight for your new acquaintance.

It doesn't take long for you to realize that for all your negotiating, you didn't say a thing about harming others in a legal way. The entity, posing as you, starts flirting with your new acquaintance. And, to be fair, you'd been flirting with him yourself, but in a cautious, exploratory way. Not like--nothing like that.

And you know, you know, as if the knowledge were transmitted through the silver tether, that the entity is setting up your new acquaintance for a devastating humiliation. You try to warn him. You try to shout, you try to possess him, you try to write on the mirror, but you can't, you can't do anything, you can't do anything but watch, and when your new acquaintance isn't looking, the entity turns around and winks at you with your own goddamn artificial eye.

But your new acquaintance is a smart man; he figures it out before any real damage is done. You see the moment of recognition. You could have seen it from space. He stops talking. His face clouds over, his jaw clenches. He growls a single word: "Cipher."

And then he fucking shoots you.

Or, well, your body anyway. Point is, he doesn't hesitate. Was he trying to kill you, the owner of the body, or spare you? You don't think he was especially trying for either. As your body loses consciousness, it ejects the entity, who fades into the ether with a litany of curses, and the silver tether reels your spirit back into place.

As you've just been shot, you immediately black out.

When you come to in the hospital, they're both gone. You never see either again.

[dekimasu]

Okay but what about a Reader x Ford X-Files AU for Gravity Falls with Ford as Mulder and Reader as Scully.

[sleeplessdreamer14]

the few ford/reader body swap fics I’ve seen have been mostly smut, which I get, but I wanna see one where it’s simple slice of life shenaniganery

[trashcanfanfics]

do you suppose we could have a teen ford x reader drabble where stanley teases him about having a thing for the reader but he initially denies it, but then that night he finds himself lying awake thinking about them and realizes he does indeed have it bad?

please, and thank you

Ah the parallels between him and Dipper really are great

Lunch had been the final straw. At school, you usually sat with the twins, but today you needed to sit with a partner for one of your class projects to finalize some details about the presentation board. Ford had been staring wistfully at your back since he and Stan sat down, idly poking at the school lunch. He didn't even realize when Stan had taken his bread roll for himself. Another sigh as he gently poked at the soggy spaghetti noodles.

"Damn, you've got it bad." Stan finally spoke up, smug grin taking up his usual smirk. "You look like a creep, staring at them like that." The comments made Ford flush and look away from you to glare at Stan.

"Oh please, they're just a wonderful friend. Sure, they're attractive, smart, has a smile that can light up a room, but that's just what it is. Nothing more than--" your laugh caught his attention, causing him to look at you again "-- a friend." Ford was staring again and it made his twin snicker. He kicked Ford gently under the table, his grin still smug, to catch the love sick boy's attention.

"Just don't lay awake at night thinking about them." He joked, barking out a laugh at the sputtered response he received.

"I won't!"

~*~

Later that night, when everyone had gone to sleep, Stan snoring loudly above him on the top bunk, Ford laid awake. His thoughts were echos of your voice and laughter, images of your smile, and the way your eyes lit up when you talked about your favorite things. His face had a small smile and he sighed for the millionth time that day. A sudden realization made him frown and his eyes open wide. He was laying awake. At night. Thinking about you.

"Oh no."

[midnightanxietytm]

He takes his whiskey neat

A/N: Look, I think i was possessed while writing this one /j. It was like 1 am and I was procrastination on college work, I dunno what happened but this is the ungodly spawn of my imagination mixed with sleep deprivation, caffeine and stress. Enjoy and don't question it too much

Contents: Ford Pines x reader, pinning (lots of pining), I pictured reader in their late 40s to early 50s so there is an age gap but nothing extreme. There's some plot in those holes. uhhh lots of tension and no payoff because im pretty sure I passed out before I got to that part.

Word count: 996

There’s this look on his eyes now that you can’t quite figure out.

Ever since Stanford Pines came back from the portal, ever since weirdmageddon and the end of that fateful summer, something about him fundamentally changed. There’s contempt, relief, sure, but there's more to it, something that he keeps deep in that rattling metal-protected brain of his.

And god forbid sometimes you just want to pick him apart entirely, figure out every detail, note it down, absorb it, maybe then his mere presence won’t entice you, mess you, so goddamn much.

It culminates, as all events are bound to do, right before that year’s summer vacation, you blame the heat. 

Soos and Melody took a vacation for themselves, entrusting the shack back to Stan’s less than trustworthy hands, just like old times. Ford slips back into the basement so easily you almost follow him; your mind briefly longing for that nostalgia of being freshly out of college, when you and Ford were easily impressed by the oddness of the world.

You were a prodigy; a good ten years younger than him yet still doing your masters while he did his doctorate, and in the same area with similar themes! Back then, you two were just bright-eyed yet very tired academics… Then Gravity Falls presented itself on a silver platter, and Bill followed through.

You were there, on the day of the portal, or at least, almost there, going back for the thousandth time, expecting no answer to your knocks at the door as usual, only to be met with the fallout of something far worse than refusal.

And then he was back, less jittery, less paranoid and less sleep deprived than he was before at least. But there was that thing in his eyes, that inherent distrust, detachment…? You struggled to find the words and if there’s one thing that you as a scientist can’t deal with is a question that goes unresearched.

So it began; your “research” depended on experiment and to experiment, you firstly decided to get close to your unwilling subject. And you go down the rabbit hole.

You find him in the basement, of course. He’s drawing on loose sheets of paper, some of the discarded pieces lay on the floor, and the cd player by his side is playing just loud enough to muffle your footsteps as you approach him by his right side. “Updating the journal?” You ask, nonchalantly, as if you hadn't obsessively turned each page of his journals before, as if your own handwriting wasn’t squeezed in the first ones before his old muse took all the space left.

Ford just hums, raising his chin slightly, but not his eyes, just to acknowledge the question. “Not really, just trying to get some proportion practice. Looking back, some of my work on the first journal was… Not the best.” 

A chuckle leaves your mouth; “If you say so…” You hum, picking up one of the filled out pages that were pushed aside in the table and pretending to look it over as he places his pen down and looks up at you.

“Any advice?” He asks, and once again you pretend to be paying attention to anything but him and his every movement.

“Not really… I think you’re good.” You place the paper back at the table, leaning against it. “Thought you’d be going through your abstract phase by now, honestly.” And you smirk down at him.

He leans back, crossing his arms; “I fear I’m too logical to have an abstract phase, even my craziest dreams have math and science behind them.” And you both laugh, and your curiosity itches more and more every millisecond.

The next words that leave your mouth were planned and inwardly rehearsed, but they come out natural as a summer breeze. “Every tortured artist has an abstract phase, get on with the times, sixer!” It comes out as a joke, it's a test. And suddenly you’re too nervous to stay there, staring at him and waiting for a rebuttal. You push yourself off the table and zipline to one of the bookshelves, reaching towards the back of it, you pull the ‘eureka whiskey’ and the two cups.

He just watches you for a second, then accepts the cup as you pour him one, then one for yourself. 

And it’s truly the eureka whiskey, because goddamn you just found something in those eyes. 

He takes a sip; “Yeah I guess those portal days would do for some good surrealist pieces at least.”

“I can’t even imagine.” You say.

He smirks, lips inches from his cup. “You can’t…” He takes a sip. “That’s the point of surrealist.” You want his brain under a microscope, you want his breath mixing with yours, you want to never see him again, you want to wake up near him every day.

The curse of science is that in the endeavor to figure out the world, the scientist often loses sight of themselves. 

The witty remarks, the planned lines, the psychological strategies, all fly out of you head and you lean back against his desk. He’s leaned further back now and his chair is turned diagonally towards you and he watches with a smile and those eyes. “What did you see?” It’s almost a whisper, because you think he might actually tell you, and that scares you more than anything.

“Too much…” He swallows, sighs, takes a swing of whiskey and rests the empty cup on the desk. “It was very chaotic, honestly that’s all I want to say…” You sigh, pushing yourself up to sit at his desk, and his head tilts as he watches you. 

“I’m glad you’re back.” You settle, even though it doesn’t even come near to all the things you want to express. He smiles, and his eyes travel down, landing on your hands, holding your barely touched whiskey glass. You follow his gaze, and chuckle. “I’m more of a whine person.”

“I know…”

[itztim3todi3]

yk i wouldnt mind some gravity falls or the owl house requests

specifically hunter (toh), ford and mabel (gravity falls)

(recently just got back into gravity falls so um ya lol)

[vrisrezis]

Hi!! Me again, sorry. So you said in this one that Ford would be more excited about the actual birth. I was wondering what you think he'd be like during that :) Ty and if you dont want to don't feel as thought you must :)) <3

Stanford is there with you the whole time, through the screaming, the crying, the sweating and the squeezing his hand till it pops. And when the baby is born he’s so excited, he lets you rest, but he’s just so so so happy to meet his kid and he’s very eager. He’s not freaked out by you giving birth cause.. very normal thing most moms have to go through