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sometimes i feel bad about whittling characters down to suit my own needs but whatever
I don’t know what I’m doing anymore
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#What Are we gonna do on ThOH MY BACK
a/n; Something short I forgot I wrote while I was still struggling with my last semester of college this past fall — I believe I wrote it with Ford in mind, but no name was mentioned so feel free to imagine whatever Stan you want for this short ficlet. :’)
I didn’t plan on finishing this so I’m just gonna post it. <3 (Still need to desperately put all my ficlets together and post on AO3. New Years Resolution for both this blog and my main to transfer all fics there lol.)
(Stan Pines or Ford Pines — your choice) x Reader — tiny reminders (gender!neutral)
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“It’s okay, I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.” He softly whispers into your ear and all you can do is tighten your grip around his torso and sob.
He rubs your back softly in return and you immediately melt against him — joining together like a pair of puzzle pieces, desperate to become one.
It’s been a rough period for you lately. And despite the fact you felt like your struggles didn’t matter nearly as much as the ones of others — he still treated you like they mattered just as much as his own. As any other human being. You didn’t deserve such kindness and empathy, but desperately longed for any kind of close [comforting] contact with someone.
You felt so starved. So starved of simple touches and displays of affection that it physically pained you.
You choke on your own sobs when you felt the slightest brush of his lips on the top of your head, mentally reminding you that you were loved and cherished.
electricdoc was like “draw the grunkle asleep w/ his shirt hiked up” so i did
here you go buddy, one old man zonked out after readin thru the weird journal he confiscated from his nephew
a/n; Something short I forgot I wrote while I was still struggling with my last semester of college this past fall — I believe I wrote it with Ford in mind, but no name was mentioned so feel free to imagine whatever Stan you want for this short ficlet. :’)
I didn’t plan on finishing this so I’m just gonna post it. <3 (Still need to desperately put all my ficlets together and post on AO3. New Years Resolution for both this blog and my main to transfer all fics there lol.)
(Stan Pines or Ford Pines — your choice) x Reader — tiny reminders (gender!neutral)
—-
“It’s okay, I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.” He softly whispers into your ear and all you can do is tighten your grip around his torso and sob.
He rubs your back softly in return and you immediately melt against him — joining together like a pair of puzzle pieces, desperate to become one.
It’s been a rough period for you lately. And despite the fact you felt like your struggles didn’t matter nearly as much as the ones of others — he still treated you like they mattered just as much as his own. As any other human being. You didn’t deserve such kindness and empathy, but desperately longed for any kind of close [comforting] contact with someone.
You felt so starved. So starved of simple touches and displays of affection that it physically pained you.
You choke on your own sobs when you felt the slightest brush of his lips on the top of your head, mentally reminding you that you were loved and cherished.
im very sleep deprived today so have a yawning stan c:
thanks, i try my best to make this the purest ford hell i can manage
WHICH STAN DO YOU PREFER? THIS IS FOR... SCIENTIFIC PURPOSES
....f-fORD...
I LOVE THEM BOTH BUT I JUST HHHH PIN FOR FORD MORE *SWEATS*
Idk why slowed (+reverbed) versions of songs get me so badly but they do 💀
dam Ford, ur bobbie s
does he wear his glasses when he shaves, or does he
s q u i n t
I don't know why this particular song, but whenever I'm thinking about the hunky Hunkles, I listen to "Head over feet" by Alanis Morisette 💜
You’re so valid 👏💜
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Gravity Falls Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ford Pines/Reader, Reader/Ford Pines, Stan Pines/Reader Characters: Ford Pines, Reader Additional Tags: Reader-Insert, dfab, Praise Kink, Vaginal Fingering, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Porn with Feelings, Swearing, Older Man/Younger Woman, Vaginal Sex, Rough Sex Summary:
You’ll read one sentence. Just one.
Famous last words.
Your eyes only have to glaze over a few paragraphs before realizing with a flushed face that this was no ordinary journal.
+ 2 more
Ford cheesecake pinup! with and without glasses~
no there isn’t a nude version but maybe there will be in the future, who knowss
im just going feral with grunkle content andnsjfjs
but if any of y’all got any oldies song recs for either stans that make you feel soft around either of them feel free to hmu in the comments or in my ask box 👀
my starlight 💫 — ford
Just a playlist that makes me think of Ford Pines being in love. (Oldies Playlist. Also insp for future fics/ficlets for myself.)
everything i own — bread // dance with me — orleans // you are the woman — firefall // baby im-a want you — bread // wonderful tonight — eric clapton // make it with you — bread // +more
listen: spotify