It Was Lonely. Empty And Cold; Ever So Cold With No Source For The Freezing Feeling That Seeped Deep

It was lonely. Empty and cold; ever so cold with no source for the freezing feeling that seeped deep into your bones.

But the worst part was, it didn't have to be. He could see you. You knew it.

This wasn't like the times when you were screaming and crying and pleading for him - for anyone - to hear you.

He. could. see. you.

And you knew it.

working on something... 👀

ford falling for younger!reader and writing page after page full of notes about you

after bill (and 30 years of multiverse travel - depending where you want this scenario to be set) he is soo paranoid and sceptical about someone liking him and genuinely being kind towards him

he doesn't even have to know you're interested in him, just you being nice and warm and all smiles and considerate is enough

(hopelessly in love ford would call you "prince/ss unattainabelle", because he thinks he can't ever have you) yes I already wrote that in my other post sue me

ford calling you a siren and a succubus/incubus in his journals and saying you bewitched him and that he has to figure out how to break your spell

but he actually maybe doesn't want to do that because you actually make him feel good and loved and like he's not the worst and can be forgiven for everything he did

and you don't seem to have any kind of greater plan and stan and the kids like you and you're so nice to them too

and oh no, maybe he really just is falling for you

just remembered a book series i read as a child (charlie bone, and i actually only read the first one ^^") and now i got the very strong urge to reread it

Hey friends. Do this:

This probably took this person 3 seconds to do but it immediately told me that they liked my story enough to come back and read it again and they liked it again the second time.

Your favorite writers Do Not Know that you think about their stories after you read them. I generally assume that my stories make people happy for the few minutes they’re reading and then they never think about it again. To know that that’s not the case and that someone has returned just makes my little heart swell with joy.

I needed this today. If you’re the person who left this comment (or if you’ve ever commented on any of my writing) I love you.

I belive the song The Bug Collector fits stanford scarily well I need a fanfic based on it please I will marry you<3

ohhh I love that song! I'm assuming you would like a ford x reader piece? (If not please correct me, I am very sorry) Something with r reassuring him, that bill is really gone and soothing his paranoia?

And sadly, I have to decline the proposal - my friend already asked me to marry him because I brought him cookies 😔

please reblog for bigger sample size. have a nice day/night ^^

(if you don't like/read it, just ignore this)