keiosity

[keiosity]

Hey, pst.

Just wanted to say Ford's POV has been dropped.

If you wanna check it out ;))

Might I entice you with a moodboard for my first ever oneshot posted in ao3? :3

Title: Haunt my dreams

Rating: EXPLICIT

Contents: Ford Spines/Reader, Age Gap, Boss/Employee Relationship, two academics flirting by having intellectual conversations, sexual tension, FERAL FORD, research assistant and research mentor dynamics, explicit content

✓ Word count: 11,624

If you're interested, please check it out and give your thoughts! It's under the same username I have here :D

Link to the fic will be posted below this short snippet of said fic, enjoy!

It had been two years since you moved into this weird and unmapped location at the far edges of Oregon, where both the unexplainable and unimaginable populated in its active state. Two years since you’ve graduated college in your hometown, and two years since Dr. Pines had discovered you from your published research which guaranteed your first PhD.

You did have some doubts traveling to another state because of an unknown letter appearing in your mailbox one day, with nothing but an intricately drawn map and specific instructions on how to get to that location. Whoever sent it to you could’ve just sent an email, but somehow your curiosity piqued upon seeing the two initials signed at the bottom.

F. P.

You’ve seen those initials somewhere in your university library, and so you did your own research. The way your jaw dropped when you found out that the letter sent to you was from none other than the esteemed Dr. Stanford Pines, an incredible man possessing twelve PhDs, who was an absolute genius in his prime from what you’ve heard. Still is, you guessed. He had published multiple researches that guaranteed all those Phds in his name, and a few copy of his manuscripts were in your university’s library.

You totally did not spend a week reading all of his research that you can get your hands to.

Can you blame yourself though? It was hard not to develop a great sense of admiration when someone possessed so much knowledge, skills, and experience that could be considered humanly impossible to acquire in such a short time.

But give it to Dr. Pines and his twelve PhDs to take the crown.

When you finally mustered up the courage to travel to Oregon, the sight of Gravity Falls greeted your entrance, and immediately you did not regret coming to this uncharted region.

Then, you finally met the man who you dreaded to meet.

At first, the two of you kept a professional distance with each other. Never crossing past the boundary of a mentor and assistant. It’s how it is supposed to be. However, as time progressed, you were able to melt that icy barrier of his and he was able to mold you into your full potential as well. Behind his cold exterior, you discovered a rather charming yet eccentric side to him.

It took you some time to adjust to how fast-paced his mind functioned. You found it fascinating, in a sense, how the mind of a genius works—never resting and always on the search for more.

Ford was insatiable—for knowledge, for answers, and for every bit of information he could gather and store in that brilliant mind palace of his.

And he was not greedy with his discoveries, he shared everything he had learned with you in the span of your first year mentoring under him. If anything, he was more than enthusiastic to learn how genuinely curious you were to his life’s work. Of course, it never went beyond anything academic. Always staying on your separate sides of the line of professionalism.

Although, there was still a boundary you knew you shouldn’t cross, you were often tempted to ask a few personal questions. Given his mysterious nature, you knew he hid things from you.

Specifically from his past.

It was understandable as to why he did, you still haven’t earned enough of his trust for him to entertain you with his past endeavors. However, that did not stop you from formulating your own theories about your mentor.

Every time Ford shared a story with you, you observed how quickly he would avert the subject whenever he would trespass an imaginary line he placed. As if he was stopping himself from revealing anything.

Why? You have no idea.

But you never pushed him to talk, respecting his boundaries and his secrets.

He did the same thing to you as well, always so observant to your body language and how you respond to his questions. Once he suspected a shift in your demeanor, Ford would immediately divert his question to another or simply drop it completely. You were also thankful for his respectful manners, even though it amused you how difficult it must be for him to hold off his questions.

Ah, yes. The ethic of a researcher.

Always trying to question things, never stopping until they have their answers.

Your relationship deliberately changed the more you spent time with him, trespassing the line of a friendship, you could say. You were beginning to unravel more sides to him, and he, in turn, began seeing you as more than his assistant. You became his friend, and you reciprocate the sentiment.

The two of you exchanged banters, made up silly theories, and went on expeditions all across Gravity Falls. You were certain that you’ve seen it all, but your mentor constantly reminded you that you haven’t seen anything yet compared to what he has.

And you believed him.

It was given that you found his profound intellect and masterful expertise highly impressive, but it doesn't mean there’s nothing else to admire about him.

You don’t deny the fact that Ford was one incredibly attractive man. Despite his age, his broad and sturdy physique was enough to make any woman (or man) swoon, developed from the years from his travels and was still well-maintained to this day. Not to mention his rugged features and witty humor. Only a fool would not agree with what half of the town says about him, but it seemed only he was the only one who’s completely oblivious to the ungodly amount of sex appeal he exudes—though, calling him a fool did not sit right on your tongue.

A silver fox, as what you heard some women say behind his back whenever you explored the town for groceries and supplies.

You were not an idiot, you were one of those women who appreciated a little eye candy. And it came in the form of a messy silver-streaked gray hair, cracked glasses, beige trench coat and red turtleneck.

Though, you used to believe that these thoughts were nothing more but a harmless silly crush for your mentor.

How much of a liar were you to keep pretending as if you weren’t affected by the things he does?

You knew you had it bad when you started to see him differently. Suddenly, every bit of interaction you have with him would always send your hopeless romantic heart into a wild frenzy.

Those lingering touches that never failed to make your skin run hot, the occasional prolonged eye contact with him during your discussions, his kind and gentlemanly gestures, and the way he would immediately seek your company after a day off.

These only worsened your crush on him, and you hated yourself for it because it felt wrong.

But his praises. God, his praises.

“You’re doing so good, little one.”

“That’s it, sweetheart.”

“You learn quickly, darling.”

“That’s my smart girl.”

Little one? Sweetheart? Darling? Smart girl? You swore to the stars above you would jump at him the next time he decided to pull a move like that.

You were certain he had an idea of his effect on you, but you quickly brush it off, not assuming anything of it.

However, those moments fueled your nightly fantasies the moment you were back in your apartment. You can’t remember how many times you’ve brought yourself to release with the sound of his name freeing you from your torment. You often wonder what his impression of you was now. Did he still see you as his trusted assistant? A close friend? An obedient student perhaps?

My little one. You gasped at the thought of him running his skillful hands all across your warm skin, eliciting the same scorching sensation he unknowingly ignites within you. He would know your body inside and out, memorizing every dips and curves those lovely hands of his can reach, and mapping out the areas he liked with a possessive mark.

My sweetheart. Thoughts of his smart mouth gliding over your neck, teasing you with slow yet sensual kisses that would render you breathless. His kisses would trail down to the valley of your breasts, giving each one an appreciative lick, before slowly descending farther to where you needed him the most.

My darling. Your thighs would be colored with bruises with the shape of his fingers, a reminder of his thirst for you. He would be meticulous with his hungry ministrations, taking his time to draw out your climax with every slow swipe of his tongue. You could imagine him testing how many fingers he could fit into you to prepare for the size of him.

My smart girl. God, you want nothing more than to feel the length of him pushing inside you. That painful yet delectable stretch that would leave you squirming for more as he starts out slow, singing his praises next to your ear. His body pressed closely against yours, your thighs around his strong waist, as he drives himself into you with vigor and passion.

But you hid all these forbidden thoughts away, shame and guilt overwhelming you the moment you were in the same room as him.

A one-sided crush was bad, but on someone who saw you as nothing but their colleague and trusted friend? Now, that’s dangerous.

You can only pray to the stars that your heart will simply move on from wanting someone you can’t have before it completely breaks.

[keiosity]

/drops these and leaves

actually going feral while drawing these, it's insane—

[keiosity]

Might I entice you with a moodboard for my first ever oneshot posted in ao3? :3

Title: Haunt my dreams

Rating: EXPLICIT

Contents: Ford Spines/Reader, Age Gap, Boss/Employee Relationship, two academics flirting by having intellectual conversations, sexual tension, FERAL FORD, research assistant and research mentor dynamics, explicit content

✓ Word count: 11,624

If you're interested, please check it out and give your thoughts! It's under the same username I have here :D

Link to the fic will be posted below this short snippet of said fic, enjoy!

It had been two years since you moved into this weird and unmapped location at the far edges of Oregon, where both the unexplainable and unimaginable populated in its active state. Two years since you’ve graduated college in your hometown, and two years since Dr. Pines had discovered you from your published research which guaranteed your first PhD.

You did have some doubts traveling to another state because of an unknown letter appearing in your mailbox one day, with nothing but an intricately drawn map and specific instructions on how to get to that location. Whoever sent it to you could’ve just sent an email, but somehow your curiosity piqued upon seeing the two initials signed at the bottom.

F. P.

You’ve seen those initials somewhere in your university library, and so you did your own research. The way your jaw dropped when you found out that the letter sent to you was from none other than the esteemed Dr. Stanford Pines, an incredible man possessing twelve PhDs, who was an absolute genius in his prime from what you’ve heard. Still is, you guessed. He had published multiple researches that guaranteed all those Phds in his name, and a few copy of his manuscripts were in your university’s library.

You totally did not spend a week reading all of his research that you can get your hands to.

Can you blame yourself though? It was hard not to develop a great sense of admiration when someone possessed so much knowledge, skills, and experience that could be considered humanly impossible to acquire in such a short time.

But give it to Dr. Pines and his twelve PhDs to take the crown.

When you finally mustered up the courage to travel to Oregon, the sight of Gravity Falls greeted your entrance, and immediately you did not regret coming to this uncharted region.

Then, you finally met the man who you dreaded to meet.

At first, the two of you kept a professional distance with each other. Never crossing past the boundary of a mentor and assistant. It’s how it is supposed to be. However, as time progressed, you were able to melt that icy barrier of his and he was able to mold you into your full potential as well. Behind his cold exterior, you discovered a rather charming yet eccentric side to him.

It took you some time to adjust to how fast-paced his mind functioned. You found it fascinating, in a sense, how the mind of a genius works—never resting and always on the search for more.

Ford was insatiable—for knowledge, for answers, and for every bit of information he could gather and store in that brilliant mind palace of his.

And he was not greedy with his discoveries, he shared everything he had learned with you in the span of your first year mentoring under him. If anything, he was more than enthusiastic to learn how genuinely curious you were to his life’s work. Of course, it never went beyond anything academic. Always staying on your separate sides of the line of professionalism.

Although, there was still a boundary you knew you shouldn’t cross, you were often tempted to ask a few personal questions. Given his mysterious nature, you knew he hid things from you.

Specifically from his past.

It was understandable as to why he did, you still haven’t earned enough of his trust for him to entertain you with his past endeavors. However, that did not stop you from formulating your own theories about your mentor.

Every time Ford shared a story with you, you observed how quickly he would avert the subject whenever he would trespass an imaginary line he placed. As if he was stopping himself from revealing anything.

Why? You have no idea.

But you never pushed him to talk, respecting his boundaries and his secrets.

He did the same thing to you as well, always so observant to your body language and how you respond to his questions. Once he suspected a shift in your demeanor, Ford would immediately divert his question to another or simply drop it completely. You were also thankful for his respectful manners, even though it amused you how difficult it must be for him to hold off his questions.

Ah, yes. The ethic of a researcher.

Always trying to question things, never stopping until they have their answers.

Your relationship deliberately changed the more you spent time with him, trespassing the line of a friendship, you could say. You were beginning to unravel more sides to him, and he, in turn, began seeing you as more than his assistant. You became his friend, and you reciprocate the sentiment.

The two of you exchanged banters, made up silly theories, and went on expeditions all across Gravity Falls. You were certain that you’ve seen it all, but your mentor constantly reminded you that you haven’t seen anything yet compared to what he has.

And you believed him.

It was given that you found his profound intellect and masterful expertise highly impressive, but it doesn't mean there’s nothing else to admire about him.

You don’t deny the fact that Ford was one incredibly attractive man. Despite his age, his broad and sturdy physique was enough to make any woman (or man) swoon, developed from the years from his travels and was still well-maintained to this day. Not to mention his rugged features and witty humor. Only a fool would not agree with what half of the town says about him, but it seemed only he was the only one who’s completely oblivious to the ungodly amount of sex appeal he exudes—though, calling him a fool did not sit right on your tongue.

A silver fox, as what you heard some women say behind his back whenever you explored the town for groceries and supplies.

You were not an idiot, you were one of those women who appreciated a little eye candy. And it came in the form of a messy silver-streaked gray hair, cracked glasses, beige trench coat and red turtleneck.

Though, you used to believe that these thoughts were nothing more but a harmless silly crush for your mentor.

How much of a liar were you to keep pretending as if you weren’t affected by the things he does?

You knew you had it bad when you started to see him differently. Suddenly, every bit of interaction you have with him would always send your hopeless romantic heart into a wild frenzy.

Those lingering touches that never failed to make your skin run hot, the occasional prolonged eye contact with him during your discussions, his kind and gentlemanly gestures, and the way he would immediately seek your company after a day off.

These only worsened your crush on him, and you hated yourself for it because it felt wrong.

But his praises. God, his praises.

“You’re doing so good, little one.”

“That’s it, sweetheart.”

“You learn quickly, darling.”

“That’s my smart girl.”

Little one? Sweetheart? Darling? Smart girl? You swore to the stars above you would jump at him the next time he decided to pull a move like that.

You were certain he had an idea of his effect on you, but you quickly brush it off, not assuming anything of it.

However, those moments fueled your nightly fantasies the moment you were back in your apartment. You can’t remember how many times you’ve brought yourself to release with the sound of his name freeing you from your torment. You often wonder what his impression of you was now. Did he still see you as his trusted assistant? A close friend? An obedient student perhaps?

My little one. You gasped at the thought of him running his skillful hands all across your warm skin, eliciting the same scorching sensation he unknowingly ignites within you. He would know your body inside and out, memorizing every dips and curves those lovely hands of his can reach, and mapping out the areas he liked with a possessive mark.

My sweetheart. Thoughts of his smart mouth gliding over your neck, teasing you with slow yet sensual kisses that would render you breathless. His kisses would trail down to the valley of your breasts, giving each one an appreciative lick, before slowly descending farther to where you needed him the most.

My darling. Your thighs would be colored with bruises with the shape of his fingers, a reminder of his thirst for you. He would be meticulous with his hungry ministrations, taking his time to draw out your climax with every slow swipe of his tongue. You could imagine him testing how many fingers he could fit into you to prepare for the size of him.

My smart girl. God, you want nothing more than to feel the length of him pushing inside you. That painful yet delectable stretch that would leave you squirming for more as he starts out slow, singing his praises next to your ear. His body pressed closely against yours, your thighs around his strong waist, as he drives himself into you with vigor and passion.

But you hid all these forbidden thoughts away, shame and guilt overwhelming you the moment you were in the same room as him.

A one-sided crush was bad, but on someone who saw you as nothing but their colleague and trusted friend? Now, that’s dangerous.

You can only pray to the stars that your heart will simply move on from wanting someone you can’t have before it completely breaks.

[keiosity]

drew this year ago after the movie came out

i'm still not over him.

[keiosity]

HEAR ME OUT

Ford's portal outfit.

That's it.

That's the post.