Ford Pines x Reader Oneshots!

Man in The Spectacles (Pt 1) M/M

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Your POV

You fiddled nervously with your glass. It wasn't everyday a man like you was invited to such a prestigious event. Yet, here you were, clinging to your cup for dear life amidst a ballroom full of aristocrats who make more money in a week than you've seen in your entire life.
The invitation was quite the surprise. Autumn festivals were a common thing, but never a ball this extravagant. Who knew a man more inclined towards the arts would be favored among this crowd of men who made their money studying law or other academics?
Still, here you were, a fish completely out of water. The warmth of the cider seeped through the metal mug you were holding. It grounded you. That is, until you saw the man in the spectacles across the room.

His royal blue coat clung tight to his large frame. A chain of gold links fell onto his shoulders, holding his eye glasses safely on his person. He was an older gentleman, greying hair studded his chin. His hair looked... fluffy..? Your face flushed as you imagined running your fingers through his hair, pulling him in and-

You shook your head. No no, it wasn't right to think of such things. Still, you grew hot thinking of him. To cool yourself down from your newfound eye candy, you stole to the garden, determined to catch your breath.

It was quieter in the moonlight. The singing of departing songbirds was the only noise to be heard over the buzz of the party within. It was difficult to think straight, but wandering through the garden put your mind at ease.
Eventually you found a bench amidst a clearing littered with stones and ivy. You pulled out your trusty black notebook and pen and began to sketch out your view. The way the leaves perfectly framed the sky was quite picturesque. You became immersed into your drawing, it was something you loved to do after all...

"Do you mind if I sit here?"
You jumped, causing a dark inky line to cross your drawing. Slightly frustrated, you looked towards the source of the noise to see the man in the spectacles from earlier. The frustration turned to tension as you tried to form a response. The man scratched his neck nervously,

"Am I interrupting? I am so terribly sorry sir I-"

"No!" You said, a bit too loud, causing your face to grow hot, "No no, you aren't interrupting at all, by all means." You gestured to the empty spot next to you. He sat down and smiled lightly,

"So, what brings you to the Northwest Manor?"

"Besides the copious amounts of alcohol?" you laughed, "Honestly? I'm not sure. I'm not exactly the type to party. The invitation was quite the surprise."

"You're most certainly not alone in that sentiment. This is actually the first one of these I've actually attended," the man looked down at your open notebook, "d-did you draw that?"

"Oh, it's just a sketch- it isn't anything specia-"

"That's just a sketch?!"

"I actually just started it. I still have so much I have to do. Plus the perspective is all wonky and these leaves need more shading! Like it's far from perfect I assure yo-" You lifted your gaze only to see the man staring at you jaw agape. You blushed, "sorry- I tend to go off on tangents." The man shook his head,

"No no!! By all means, keep talking. You clearly have a gift for this and I want to know all about it." You smiled,

"Well alright! Here I have another pen, I can teach you."

"I'd love that! I actually keep a journal of my own, mostly for my scientific work." The man pulled out a maroon notebook with a six fingered hand on it.

"Wait! You're the genius who lives in the forest- the one with the extra finger on each hand!" Your eyes sparkled, "Stanford right? Stanford Pines?"

The man rubbed the back of his neck with a gloved hand chuckling,

"Yes, I suppose I have quite the reputation. Save the town from a brood of gnomes once, and it seems everyone knows your name.
Speaking of, I don't think I caught yours?"

"Oh I'm (Y/N), (Y/N) (L/N)," you motioned towards his notebook, "may I look through it?"

Stanford nodded earnestly. You looked through his journal. It was amazing the sheer amount of creatures he'd discovered. You asked him questions and he'd answer them with a little anecdote or a joke. Soon enough guests began filing out of the party, signaling it's end. Stanford stood up, offering you his hand,

"Well, as much as I've enjoyed this, it is quite late. Would you mind if I accompany you home? It's quite late and I'd hate for you to go alone. ." He pulled you up, and you two began to walk out of the garden,

"But what about you? I'd hate for you to go out of your way."

"Ah, don't worry about me, if I can take out fifty gnomes, I can surely protect myself from a few miscrents. Plus, I'd quite like to continue our conversation."
"Then, I'd quite enjoy your company." You linked arms with him as you led him down the familiar road to your home .