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

okay so you know how people realise they've been stuck in "survival mode" for years of their life because of trauma and whatnot and once their an adult and somehow get out of it, they just can't function anymore? like it took so much of their energy that they just don't have any left?

yeah, and now imagine being stuck in that for 30 years... coming home, being overwhelmed by decades of change to your home dimension, your loved ones, your only friend...

i can only imagine how exhausted ford must've felt after weirdmageddon, when he finally had the chance to breathe, to sit down, to relax. i'm not even sure he is able to

30 years of running, fighting, surviving. asking yourself if you ever get to go home again. not knowing if 'home' still even exists 30 years and the most stressful 2 weeks of your life and then just... nothing

what are y'all gonna do for halloween? and do you dress up? if so, as what?

don't be shy to comment or rb with your answers <3

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.'

he's just a silly little guy

really recommend adding small doodles of bill commenting your gf fanart, it's so much fun!!

imagine someone showing ford they're taking the hobbits to isengard i beg of you