I Have Like Three Rough Ideas For Long Form Pieces Of Jealous!ford X Reader - And Bear With Me Here,

i have like three rough ideas for long form pieces of jealous!ford x reader - and bear with me here, two of them are basically the same setup but in two versions because i can't decide between them, and one is stan having enough of ford's endless pining (and denying his own feelings), so he takes matters into his own hands and starts flirting with r, to bring ford to finally make a move

all that because i realised the og i was writing on is gonna be waaay longer than i anticipated and i tried thinking of alternatives

Totally random add on for your cold s/o Ford post: Ford inventing heat holding-thermal clothing for you to help for when he’s not around 🥺

ooohhh definitely! be prepared to be interviewed about how well they work though; he needs to know if his inventions work after all

also: once mabel found out about it, she insisted to help design them, because "you have no sense of style, grunkle ford" and "they need to be more colourful!"

this is the post they're talking about

Ford shook his head. He thought he had seen something in the corner of his eye, but when he turned there was nothing there. Not that he trusted it. The emptiness and his gut feeling telling him something was wrong.

He knew Bill was gone. He knew it. But it still kept him up at night. The possibility of his return... What if their plan didn't work? What if something went wrong?

The never ending nightmares in which he was, despite the demon's absence, tormented by the it, kept him from even attempting to get rest. He'd rather have it he collapsed on the floor in the inevitability that was the weakness of his body, than succumbing to his inescapable suffering willingly. Even if it meant that his paranoia would spike, even if he would start to see movement in the corner of his eye, only to turn and find his study empty and ever so still. Even if it meant he would go insane. At least it was at his own hand, his own choice and not due to the remnants of an egocentric megalomaniac. 'Well', he thought, 'maybe he would. Maybe he was just that, too.'

no need to elaborate on these but i just had to share this with someone willing. but i am truly convinced that ford secretly adores watching the great british bake off with you and will secretly try out recipes from the show until mustering up the courage to show you and let you taste some of his bakes :)))

ngl i had to look the show up because i only knew the title and not a lot else, honestly i think i only knew about the "started making it, had a breakdown, bon appétit" meme and i am sorry for that

anyway, not the main focus here! also, yes please share your ideas! i love to hear them! ^^

-

even a man that devoted his entire life to the supernatural and weird needs some normality from time to time (maybe especially that man), so he cherishes the feeling of domestic bliss he gets when getting comfy on the couch with you next to him, you basically drooling over the food the contestants present.

he didn't know when the idea exactly occurred, but one day, when he had the house to himself, he found himself in the kitchen, trying out some recipe from god knows where.

it took him a few tries (and errors) to get the hang of some things, but he discovered that he really enjoyed baking. the process and the tasty, rewarding result at the end.

his urge to share his new found hobby is strong, but he wants to make sure whatever he is going to show to you is absolutely perfect, because you deserve nothing less than the best.

when he finally decides that it's time, he will prepare a variety of pastries, small pies, cakes and whatnot and then present them to you the next time you sit down to watch the new episode. all of it tastes amazing of course, he is naturally talented in a lot of things and that seems to include baking.

after that, he will surprise you with all kinds of baked good in the morning for breakfast and delicious pastries in the afternoon. he loves the way your eyes light up when you get to try his newest creations and how you sing your praises after the first bite.

i love you people who go through my blog and interact with every post they like, you have my heart <3

You see me? - part one (stanford pines x hallucination!reader)

masterlist 1k words --------------------------------------------------

'This is new', he thought, looking straight ahead at something that he was sure he shouldn't be able to look at.

"Can you see me?", a beat of silence, "You can, can't you?" there was caution in your voice, almost as if you wouldn't let yourself believe it. "Please say something"

Ford kept quiet.

"Say something."

Nothing.

"SAY SOMETHING!"

Ford sighed, took off his glasses and massaged the bridge of his nose. The long hours and relentless work were starting to get to him. He put his glasses back on and turned back to his desk.

"No, no! Please!" you begged, panic rising in your voice.

'Perhaps not entirely new, but certainly concerning.' He couldn't recall if Bill ever did actively made him hallucinate when he was lucid, or if everything he experienced was already in the mindscape, but either way - what was happening in this very moment felt a bit too realistic for his liking.

What was happening, broken down to its very basics, was that a stranger stood in his study. And they simply had no way to be there. Apart from the fact that it was the middle of the night and the shack was closed, the way to his study was hidden and he did not hear the elevator move or open its doors. No one except for him should and could be here. No one was here when he came down here hours ago. There was no place they could've hidden. There was no possible scenario in which the situation at hand could've taken place. So the only option left, in his blurry mind, was that the last 30 to 40 years finally caught up to him and he was going insane.

At that moment he didn't even consider a paranormal explanation. Maybe because he believed the shack was sufficiently secured against all kinds of anomalies and supernatural occurrences. Or maybe because in the back of his mind, he always did ask himself when the time would finally come when his mind simply... snapped.

Years and years of stress, mind fuckery, all kinds of injuries and multiverse jumps must've left their mark on his psyche in some way after all.

But what did surprise him was the... well, normality of it. It was just a person. It would've made more sense to see Bill or any of the other things he saw in his frequent nightmares. Maybe the more severe ones would come later?

He propped open the new journal he had started recently and poured his thoughts onto the paper.

-

You could only watch in confusion and hurt when the man turned away and got back to whatever the hell it was he was doing all the time.

What had just happened? When he looked up from his work, his eyes landed on you. He didn't look through you like every other time and everyone else. This time was different! But why did he act like it wasn't? What was he doing? Why was he ignoring you?

Your newfound hope left you as abrupt as it had appeared. You felt so impossibly lonely again. Empty, distant, cold. Ever so cold with no source for the freezing feeling that seeped deep into your bones.

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.

-

For a good minute, Ford stared straight ahead at the blank page. He desperately tried to form a coherent thought he could write down, but when he tried to get a hold of them, it felt like his metaphorical hands moved through fog, swirling eerie patterns into it, but never grasping anything solid.

The urge to let his head sink onto the table got stronger by the second, yet he resisted. He squeezed his eyes shut, took a deep inhale and straightened his back. He got this. He didn't need to sleep, not yet.

He stood up and stretched his arms over his head, stifling a yawn while doing so.

"Why are you ignoring me?" You had sat down on the floor a respectful distance away from him, legs pulled close to your chest, arms hugged tightly around them. Now you looked up at him with genuine hurt in your eyes.

You didn't know this man, and he didn't know you. The only circumstance that justified the sharp pang in your chest was the fact that he was the only one around actually being able to perceive you, yet for a reason unbeknownst to you, acted like he wasn't.

'Still there, hm?' he thought. He had hoped shifting his focus onto something else would help, but apparently, it did not. The figure was still present, still talking to him. He would like to take a proper look at it, but he was afraid that engaging with it would make the whole thing worse. You were not doing anything at the moment, and he'd rather keep it that way.

He yawned again, cursing himself for indulging in the weakness of his own body. It felt like it was betraying him, lulling him in and tempting him to lay down. But he knew what would inevitably follow. The pain, the torture, the guilt. He could not let that happen. Bill would not claim any more of his time and thought than absolutely necessary. He would not willingly leap into the open arms of whatever terror was already waiting for him.

"You should go to sleep. It's late. And you look tired." Ford almost scoffed at that.

All he needed was some good old, reliable coffee and he was as good as new. So he went upstairs, grabbed a new mug to set down next to all the other mugs on his desk and workbench, filled it to the brim with the dark, hot liquid and made his way underground again.

He was relieved to see that his hallucination apparently showed no interest in following him upstairs, but he was just as disappointed to see that it was still sitting in the same spot when he returned. He sat the mug down and with a defeated sigh lowered himself onto his chair.

It was going to be a long night.

-------------------------------------------------- thank you for reading <3 reblogs are appreciated masterlist a/n: holy shit i did it! i found the time, energy and motivation yaayy @cynamon-ancymon thought this might interest you ^^ if not just let me know and i remove the tag