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and for the anon sending the apologetic ask: not sure if i understood you wrong, but I am indeed considering writing for ford :>

I'm considering writing some gravity falls headcanons and maaaybe some thoughts about ford... (I am so not normal about him jhfsjhfhs)

Stanford Pines x reader headcanons

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touch starved. like severely

so startled whenever he and someone else accidentally touch

close proximity makes him really nervous

he so isn't used to it

at first it's because he doesn't really know how to behave around other people in a normal setting anymore; but once he develops feelings for you, that mans brain just shuts down once you're too close to him

full on blushing, stammering, no thoughts head empty kinda thing

i mean how could he not, did you look at yourself??

his nicknames for you would be 'darling', 'dear', 'love' and something science-y and/or geek related

(imagine when he starts writing in his journals he calls you 'prince/ss unattainabelle' because he thinks you could never like him like that)

will not recover from seeing you in his red sweater

can't stand seeing you get hurt, blames himself when you do while on missions/adventures with him

will take great care of your wounds and checks on you regularly while recovering

if he only cared that much for his own well being

designing and gifting little things to show his love; definitely welds you a bouquet of you favourite flowers

loves the way your hands fit into his

makes space in his work room for you to hang out there (both doing your own thing but being together)

at first insecure about his kissing abilities, but gets sooo addicted to kissing you not soon after

literally melts when you run your fingers through his hair (extra points when his head rest on your lap or chest)

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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

Stanford Pines love language headcanons

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that man is touch starved as fuck

after 30 years alone and on the run through the multiverse, he sure isn't used to positive touch anymore

let alone that he wasn't before, not having a lot of experience in the relationship field and all

it will be a bit too much for him at the start and pda is out of question, but give him time and he will get used to the casual soft touches and will learn to love them. even seek them out

he doesn't realise how much he missed out on until he meets your touchy ass

soft brushes against his arm, your head on his shoulder, the first time you run your hands through his hair

let me tell you, he melts. every time.

it just makes his mind go quite immediately. the moment he feels your fingertips on his scalp, the way you lightly scratch at the back of is neck, the way you softly caress his silver hair...

it's his most favourite sensation ever

so on the rare occasion he does not fall asleep at his desk, while cuddling before going to sleep, he will lay his head on your chest, a silent plea for you to run your hands through his hair again, to make his mind go quit, to allow him to fully relax

he does try his best to get better at not overworking himself

taking breaks and going to sleep regularly, taking time out of his day to spend with you

because honestly, he could never forgive himself if he doesn't appreciate every second with you

quality time with him would consist of reading together silently, cuddling, watching movies and shows he missed out on and more private dates like stargazing, dinner at home and visiting places like national forests, parks, a planetarium or aquarium

also playing ddnd if you're into that as well

he will teach you if you're interested but never played before, don't worry

actually sooo thrilled to find someone to play with him, he will loose himself in planning the perfect campaign

he will most certainly put his abilities and fascination of creating and inventing things to use while making little gifts for you

feels very appreciated and fuzzy when you let him ramble about whatever has his attention at the moment and actually listen and respond with question, just being as invested as he is in something

is a bit clumsy with talking to other people but loves being the receiver of words of affirmation and praise

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GRRRR I am frothing at the MOUTH I need that paranoid old man!!!!!

I think I specifically would make him a little crazy. Like.. Yeah, someone who also has PTSD and weird hands they might or might not be a little insecure about (I have a joint hypermobility disorder) just HAPPENS to show up, acts really nice to him, listens when he talks, takes interest in DD&MD with him, and thinks his sciencey shit is cool, and this has nothing to do with Bill, mind control, or succubi. SURE. Oh, AND their eyes are a little fucked up looking (disorder again)! He would not trust my ass

Anyway! I love your writing I want to gnaw on it like a dog with a bone

(anon talks about this post) aaahhhh thank you so much! i'm happy to hear u enjoy it ^^

ohh most definitely, what do you mean you like to listen to him ramble on and on about his interests without interrupting not even half way through, wanting to do something else? actually asking questions and wanting to hear more about his passions?? not thinking he's boring, or weird for taking in a liking in those things? the moment you ask if you can join him playing dd&md? he thinks he might actually have a stroke all that he could eventually get over, he thinks, but the fact that even physically you are suspiciously similar to him? get out. that paranoid old man might actually go insane if he thinks about you for too long

his trust issues would act up reeeal bad, but if you stick around for long enough he might calm down and open up. just have a little patience, he comes around eventually

he might fight his feelings for a while, at least until he is absolutely sure you won't just use him for your cause or turn on him and his family but once he accepts the fact that there really is someone as wonderful as you and that you like him (??? how?? he still isn't sure), he makes sure to show you just as much love as you show him. it takes a bit until he is fully comfortable and used to physical touch again, but he will take your hands in his, kiss them and makes sure you know that there is nothing to be insecure about. that you are wonderful and amazing and stunning just the way you are and deserve to not feel bad about yourself

once he accepts that he is in fact, head over heels for you, the tone of his notes in the journal shifts to a much softer one and he asks himself how he could've ever thought about you the way he once did (trauma. the answer is trauma. bill fucked him up bad)

writing a stanford x reader piece with journal entries and having a hard time deciding how to format it, because

it'll be easier to just do it like this

but the fandom consensus of ford speaking (in this case writing) in cursive is too funny to pass up

scrolling through the stanford x reader posts on this website and seeing headcanons ranging from "this man has not one kinky bone in his body" to "nasty slut" is really something xd

ford's terrible sleeping habits (stanford x reader)

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get that man to bed at a reasonable time i dare you

will overwork himself days on end until he literally collapses

falls asleep on his desk due to exhaustion and starts working again the moment he wakes up

drinks more coffee than water

does not know how it feels to not run on caffeine or adrenaline anymore

forgets what time and day it is because everything is a blur

no internal clock, has no idea how much time passed

will loose himself in hyperfocus

makeshift bed in his lab where he sometimes lays down, fully dressed and passes out cold

it needed quite some time for him to get used to a nighttime routine, changing into sleepwear and not wearing his boots to bed (he never did when sleeping in your regular bed, but it did feel strange to him)

funnily enough if you ever do get him to bed, he will not let you go

once he cuddles up to you, his arms around you, he will keep you there

loves being the big spoon and keeping you save in his arms

develops a sixth sense for when u roll away while asleep and automatically reaches out for you to pull you back in

loves when he cuddles into your side and you start running your hands through his hair

he does have frequent nightmares, a lot of them about bill and weirdmaggedon, about losing his family, about all the guilt he accumulated over the years - the falling out with stanley, his old pal fiddleford, the fight with his brother... the list goes on and on

you learned to read his behaviour after he wakes up from the night terrors and know when to leave him be for a while and when to comfort him

he is so infinitely grateful for you and promises to himself that if he ever screws up what he has with you, he will never forgive himself

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I love seeing all of your comments, tags, reblogs and requests!!

Just wanted to report I am working on some things simultaneously atm and seeing all these things make me really happy <333

could you write a stanford pines x reader headcanon where the reader is an artist and always draws him and draws in his journals when he isnt looking? maybe he talks to the reader about the drawings and they get really flustered i dunno!!! <3

oohhh! yeesss, that's a great idea! thank you anon ^^ hope this is okay, enjoy!

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Your little habit started out even before Stanford came back. Dipper saw you sketching in your notebook from time to time, and asked you to draw something for him in the journal. He handed it to you and pointed next to a text he'd written about some anomaly (maybe a Manotaur or the Pterodactyl). First you were unsure, how would you feel if someone randomly decided to draw in your sketchbook? But it actually seemed really fun, and you didn't want to disappoint Dipper. Also it was in the spirit of research and preserving observations. And honestly, what were the odds the mysterious author would ever show up again?

With that attitude you began, whenever you got the chance to, to doodle yours and the twins encounters with the countless strange phenomena in gravity falls into the journal.

Well, oops? Seemed like the universe decided that not long after you started doing so, it was the right time for the author to come back.

It wasn't a big deal really, Dipper kept the journal for most of the time and Ford told him that he liked the additions he made. You weren't sure if he only meant the notes Dipper added, or if he even knew that someone else drew the newly added creatures.

It didn't take long for you and Ford to get to know each other better and spend more time together. Literally everything about him was just so fascinating. From the way he talked about his dimensional travels, anomaly hunts and research, his interest in a shared hobby of yours (dd&md), to the way he held himself. And, even if you were a bit embarrassed to admit it, his looks.

You couldn't help it, he was captivating. So to no surprise, one day you found yourself sitting on the shack's porch, looking over at Ford standing in the yard, working away at something that was too bulky for the basement. You didn't even realise what you were doing until something startled you out of your thoughts and you looked down at your sketchbook, seeing a familiar figure on the open page.

And then it happened again, in the lab. He was explaining away, deeply invested in whatever topic he was rambling about, not really taking in his surroundings. You had started out just sketching his study, but somehow he turned out to be the main focus of it.

One evening you found yourself in the living room of the shack. Ford was sitting on the floor, which was almost entirely covered in graph paper. You had joined him while he prepared the next campaign session, the tv quietly proving some background noise. While he was franticly scribbling away sheet after sheet, you propped open your notebook and began sketching some of the characters that came to your mind. Ford's, Dipper's and your characters and some npcs you encountered on your travels. But looming over all of them, half hidden behind the dm-screen, the scheming face of the man before you took his shape.

The end of the evening was rather blurry, you remembered falling asleep on the floor and being carried to bed, half asleep in someone's arms.

"hmm thank you", is all you could mumble when you felt the soft pillow under your head.

"No problem, dear", you heard a deep voice chuckle.

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When you thought about it the next morning, a smile crept unto your face and you kinda wished, you would've been more awake, so you could've enjoyed the moment properly.

The smile was quickly wiped off though, when you realised that you must've left your sketchbook in the living room, given that Ford probably didn't bring it with him last night. You panicked and jumped out of bed, stumbling to the door when your gaze was caught by something. Your sketchbook, laying on your desk. You exhaled, glad it didn't lay around for anyone to see. You took it into your hands and opened it to the last page you were working on. But instead of the drawing from yesterday evening, only the one before that stared back at you. Confused, you turned the pages a few times, examined it, maybe someone ripped it out? No, no remnants of a torn out page....

Then, it dawned on you. You left your notebook in your room yesterday. You didn't plan on staying or even going to the living room. God knows how you ended up there, but it definitely was without your sketchbook. Which could only mean one thing...

In record time you were out the door, down the hall and in the living room. Right in time to take in the scenery of Ford staring down at his campaign notebook, opened to the page of your drawing.

"Ahh!! No no don't look!", you jumped forward and put your hands over the drawing. Ford furrowed his eyebrows, looking quite puzzled.

"This? Oh I already saw it last night after getting you to bed. It is incredible!"

Your cheeks heated up. "Oh" was all you could utter.

"It was also you who added the depictions of the twin's adventures, right?"

"Uhmm" You didn't keep your passion for drawing a secret, but you also didn't make a big deal out of it. And honestly, the way Ford was always so indulged in his own mind, you didn't think he was paying much attention to what you were doing. Now you felt a bit stupid for believing he wouldn't connect the - admittedly - obvious dots.

"They really are marvellous. And this?", he gestured to yesterdays page "Truly phenomenal!"

You didn't know what to say. You weren't even sure if you could say anything at all. All you felt was blood rushing to the tips of your ears and a flaming hot sensation in your cheeks.

"I- well uhm, thank you", you managed to stutter "I uh, I actually didn't mean to- uhm, use your campaign book. It was a mistake, I'm sorry."

"You've got to be joking! It's the perfect addition!" Ford exclaimed. "Do you mind if I keep it?"

"Oh", his enthusiasm caught you off guard. "I-, I guess not. Actually, that would mean a lot to me." you admitted sheepishly.

"Very well then! Thank you, dear." He looked at you with a fond expression.

You were about to retreat back to your room, turning around ready to leave, when Ford spoke up again, the smile apparent in his voice. "I also liked your artistic rendition of the twins adventures. Anything else you want to show me?" You froze.

Your heart started beating ridiculously fast. Did he knew? Did he notice you staring at him while drawing? Your thoughts started racing, but came to a sudden halt when he leaned down. His lips were almost touching your ear when he started to whisper.

"Maybe another time." And with that he walked by you, leaving you to yourself.

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a/n: if you want a second part with romance and/or where ford discovers the drawings of him, let me know! Have a nice day/night!

thinking about ford being jealous, getting protective and a lil possesive...

ahem- yeah that's all. his pose in this scene right here

thinking about ford being jealous, getting protective and a lil possesive...

I've got so many ideas for different ford x reader fics but not enough time and idk where to start...

also your lovely requests! (don't worry, i will get to them/am already working on em) - thank you everyone who did send one <3

new fic idea alert! ford's sleep deprivation causing him to "hallucinate" reader

what actually happens is that he can see another dimension that overlaps with is own (due to bills mind fuckery or multiversal travel shenanigans) in which r is trapped

r shows similarities to ghosts and/or demons (like bill)

i don't have a specific idea for a storyline just yet, but it's gonna be something along the lines of:

ford thinks he's hallucinating

r convincing ford they're real

ford not trusting r, but somehow ending up helping them

angst in form of ford harming himself by not sleeping because he wants to see r and r wanting him to take care of himself and sleep, although that will result in him not being able to see and communicate with r

please please send any ideas u have for this fic, i try my best to get writing this (tho currently i am working on several other ideas i'm so sorry; also couldn't yesterday because that day was busyyy)

Edit: find the masterlist here

I have been so cooked for this man lately that I need to talk about him— I genuinely think that with a ADHD/autism/AuDHD partner Ford takes notes on your stims and quirks, even before any serious relationship. Just little things like “waves hands when excited :)” and “prefers baggy sweaters” just like a little way of understanding you better 🥺💖

yesss definitely! as an AuDHDer who stims a lot myself, this is everything!! jfskhfshsk

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"Aaaahhhhh oh myy-" the rest of what you were saying was incomprehensible because the words slurred together in an excited squeal. A gleeful expression upon your face, you waved and shook your hands in front of your body, then pressed them over your mouth, to stifle another squeal.

Ford smiled to himself as he watched you from the other side of the room, where he propped his notebook open to scribble something down.

"Heeyyyyy Grunkle Ford, watcha got there?" Mabel's voice rang out right beside him.

He snapped the book shut and whipped his head around.

"Mabel!"

"Waves hands when excited." she cited what she had just read, "Were you talking about-"

"No, I was certainly not!" Ford said, while his cheeks started to turn a deep red colour.

"Are you suuuure? Because to me it looks like you diiiid." she said, a cheeky grin on her face and dragging some of the vowels.

"You are mistaken, dear child. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got work to do." he excused himself and stood up, holding the notebook close to him.

Without letting her get another word in, he moved past her and made his way into his study.

There, he propped open the notebook to the page he'd just added a new note onto.

- likes to hum when no one is around - seems to prefer more loose fitting clothes. possibly because the don't restrict movement as much - will subconsciously play and fidget with any jewellery they're wearing - sorts and eats their food in a particular order - would rather not eat at all than something not appealing - skin irritating clothing causes great discomfort. remove tags!! - wants to talk but holds back. encouraging them has positive effect - avoids eye contact but will look at faces when the person isn't looking at them - do not touch without warning and do not force contact! expressed great discomfort to me after being forced to physical contact by someone else - repeating phrases and noises (quite endearing) - easily startled by sudden and loud noises, as well as irritated by high pitched ones, almost too quite to hear - shows behaviours similar to felines. has stated that they would be delighted to posses the ability to purr (he would be delighted too)

Ford smiled as he looked up and leaned back. He really hoped Mabel hadn't seen too much, otherwise she might figure out how interested in you he really was. And we wasn't sure if he was ready for that.

For now he would be very much content continuing to dreamily gaze over at you and notice all the little things, so he could understand you better.

Maybe one day he could work up the courage to ask you out.

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(Btw I know you’ve mentioned that he would definitely make notes before but I just now considered that stims and tics would be something included in the “research” and got disproportionately excited 😭❤️)

I assume you're the same anon from this ask (and drabble ;)

it is an adorable idea, i love it very much ^^

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

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

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.

hallucination!reader (stanford pines x reader - gravity falls)

general fic idea first snippet second snippet (ford's nightmare rant) fanart !!! 🥹😍🥰 part one

Updated: 13 october 2024

Not a request but oh my god the 'writing down stimming' drabble?? My heart?? Genuinely so unbelievably cute that was brilliant

jdsffjsfskjfs thank youu 🥹🥰

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