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*ripping sounds as I come out of my cocoon* hello guys!! I finally reappeared!! I'm working like a machine – a extremely slow machine on some ficlets and some comics of old man yaoi which will take some time to finish :'''''') but for now take this rambling of domestic stancest and housewife Stan!!
Also this is literally just me ranting about food (I fucking love food and characters who show their love through food fuck yeah). Also teen Stan would definitely give Old Ford a run for his money, this man is getting taken care of whether he wants or not
Stan, newly wed (which is something he’s still getting his head around), starts picking up the slack of the shack (yes the situation was that bad) until he manages to find a job or something to help around. Until then this man is cleaning that house and managing their finances like a drill sergeant. I know damn well he would have an aneurysm at the bare age of 17 if he’d seen Ford eating those nutritional pills, he’d be pulling out the family’s recipe book and stealing other recipes from the other shops of the town.
This man only goes insane at what he’s doing when he’s in the market, mentally (and successfully) counting how much he’s going to spend, which one of the fruits or vegetables is just a bit greenish but not enough to wait an eternity to mature or rot in just a few days, pickpocketing some candies (and jellybeans in the meantime), hunting those coupons like a hound dog. At the line, tapping his foot while waiting, he hears one of the Northwest’s workers make a whispered jab at him, of “how he’s so desperate he bedded with someone thrice his age” which is the sting at his insecurities and has him pissed.
If Stanford was already pampered at home this man has no idea what’s coming his way (not that he’s complaining). Stan is stepping up the game, he’s becoming the best housewife this town has ever seen out of complete spite. Like he’ll be bested by Preston fucking Northwest and his wife who was literally sold to him and isn’t even the one doing the lunches while he’s at work (or whatever rich people do). He just slams a thermo bag at Ford’s chest and goes “this better come home empty” and walks away without elaborating.
Ford, while in the Institute of Oddology, is curious for whatever his beloved had planned for him. He’s pleasantly surprised at the sight of cream puffs smeared with chocolate, a small plastic cup filled with jelly beans, braciole with sticky rice, a small covered bowl with seafood stew and a coffee bottle tucked nicely to the side. After this, man’s hoarding his lunches like a dragon - he’ll only share them with Fidds, but other than that those are his, made by his beloved specifically and solely for him.
Man’s taking bombe alaska's, pieces of fudge lava cakes, baked pasta, fluffy onion breads, baked pineapple stuffed with shrimps, baked eggplants stuffed with italian sausages, stuffed rice cake with minced duck meat, bandeja paisa’s, cheesy bread, thick and creamy onion soup, pancakes filled with milk cream, passionfruit mousse, fried bean ball filled with shrimp and many others. Ford is being fed needless to say.
Fiddleford definitely teases him about it, but god knows how happy he is that his friend is finally taking care of himself for once (even if he’s being used as Stan’s guinea pig for his cooking). Their students even noticed that he looked more energetic, improvements in his mood and his strong form seemed fuller, healthier even. Stan has this man’s mind twisting and turning while in their shared bed for whatever the teen packed for him.
Also Stan’s an avid visitor in the Ramirez’s household, helping Abuelita with some errands or taking care of Soos (he adores the kiddo). Abuelita was nice enough to give him some advice on cleaning his home more efficiently: using a sheet to dust behind furniture, distribute chores in each day of the week or simply pick one day to do the cleaning, use warm soapy water on most things (keeps a nice smell and doesn’t… leave fingerprints??), and other things. He even tried using one of those pills his Ma used to take before cleaning only to never again (Ford was greeted by the sight of the entire house glistening in a worrying way, and him trying to aggressively clean the insides of their armchair).
Idk why but i feel like Stan’s one to pretend he doesn’t care for what people say about him (he does, a lot), but when someone he cares about compliments him, he melts. Ford comments about the cologne he likes to wear when he goes out? He definitely uses it more on their dates (alongside some perfumes that suddenly appeared in the bathroom). Sixer brought him some clothes he thought might look good in them? He’s wearing them until it’s threadbare.
For some reason i also feel like Ford would be so fucking annoying over his partners. Anytime Stan has the slightest contribution to one of his researches or adventures he’s going “oh, yes, MY WIFE and i have discovered this” or “my WIFE found out about this” . Every single one of his students has heard about their professor’s mysterious partner at least once - some that once caught the things his “wife” cooked never felt so jealous in their entire lives.
And Ford’s definitely spoiling Stan back for all the things he’s doing (and because Stan drags him out of the house too). Going out on dinners, haunting the local fauna, watching over the town on the Floating Cliffs, travelling to other places, and of course, passionate nights. And if Ford notices that Stan’s stomach is a tad taut and swollen after some months, well, that’s just for him to know~