Imagine Asking Stanford For Another Kid During A Late Night While The Triplets Are Asleep. You Were Both

Imagine asking Stanford for another kid during a late night while the triplets are asleep. You were both cuddling on the couch watching a movie and a blanket was draped around you as you remained in your lover's arms. Some cliche sci-fi movie danced across the glass as the volume remained low to not disturb the rest of your family.

Ford couldn't help but notice something was partially off, you stared at the TV screen but weren't focused at all on what it even showed. Actually... now that he thought about it- you seemed pretty distracted all throughout the day; not just now.

"A penny for your thoughts my dear?"

You turned to Stanford with a small giggle, resting your head over his chest with a contented sigh. His heartbeat was the most relaxing sound you'd ever heard, oftentimes falling asleep to it's rhythm or whenever Ford would card his hands through your hair. You swore this man absolutely knew just how to pull miracles with his hands.

"Mhm... just when I thought our three little tykes wouldn't ever fall asleep they're out like a light. Sound familiar?"

Ford raised an eyebrow at you amused while one of his hands absentmindedly rubbed your back. It was like he was legitimately trying to put you to sleep or something, you were just too stubborn to and forced your eyes to stay open and look at him.

"Yeah, I think we did quite well." "We should have another."

It took less than a second for your words to have taken effect. Imagine just how red Ford's face immediately got, the heartbeat you were listening to picking up and thumping wildly in his chest as well to reflect his embarrassment. You didn't know why you suddenly felt so bold tonight, it might've been your brain being half-awake in the moment.

Stanford attempted to reply but all that came out from his lips were incoherent words and random stuttering as his mind struggled to catch up. You shifted your position slightly to start kissing his neck and he couldn't help but laugh, not just because it felt ticklish but also because he was generally just pretty amused.

"Another?! Are you trying to seduce me?"

Ford didn't know how to properly face the fact that you looked absolutely stunning like this, the glow of the TV outlining you like an angel in his arms. He was already in knots from the fact you were in one of his pajama shirts, he was currently wearing the matching bottoms. It was just straight sin that you also looked at him like a sleepy but stupidly sexy siren.

He couldn't help himself at that point, raising a hand to cup your face, eyes swimming in adoration. You leaned into his palm and hummed contentedly.

Both of you had been married for a couple years now, yet it always felt like just yesterday he was at the altar watching you stride down the aisle. Ford didn't know how much of a lucky sonofagun he had to be for you to pick him of all people.

"Look... I know I'm not entirely like I used to be, not as thin or pretty-"

The mention of your name spilling from his lips cut that sentence short, he didn't allow you to finish speaking, much less hold on to that thought.

"Oh my dear, you couldn't be more wrong. You're more beautiful than ever."

By now, Ford had gently guided you back to lay against the couch. His warm hands caressing your body, exploring, admiring like one would for an exquisite art piece. Thing is, to him you weren't even that. It was beneath you.

"Your strong hips and thighs, your smooth luscious curvesㅡ"

To Stanford, you were much more, downright priceless and incomparable to any worldly possession he could think of. He used to think he was married to his research, dedicated to no one and nothing but the pursuit of academic excellence.

Then you walked into his life, and consequently threw that notion upside down and inside out.

"And these!" "Stanford!"

You couldn't help but joyously squeal when he suddenly nuzzled your chest, you could practically hear the smug smirk in his tone. He was still a very reserved and shy man, you knew that muchㅡ but in the confines and privacy of your shared home?

Ford was so lovably arrogant that most days you can't help but knock him down a couple pegs. It was because of you after all that his head didn't get too large. The man really didn't know where he'd be without you at his side, but in the moment he didn't want to think about it.

He didn't want to think at all really.

"Yes, let's have another."

He mumbled against your lips, pulling you in for another sensual kiss as his hands cradled your face. Your fingers carding through his hair. What either of you would give to make this night last forever, to have this moment last forever.

Just a slice of peace where the both of you could remain for as long as you're able. What wouldn't you give for that?

"Let's have as many as you want."

You felt pampered in Ford's embrace, drowned in his affection that you knew was yours and yours alone. The love he felt towards the triplets was something else entirely.

A small smile worked it's way up to your lips while you both exchanged soft kisses, there was no haste or need to rush. The both of you could simply be happy right here, right now, together.

Suddenly, a loud wail rang out from the upstairs of the cabin. Followed by two more loud cries from three certain troublemakers. You let out an exasperated noise and nuzzled into Stanford's neck as he chuckled at the timing of it all.

"Or... we could just practice."

Genuinely just curious has anyone ever made like a "Secret Service" AU for gravity falls because I would give an arm and a damn leg for the Stan twins + Fiddleford doing men in black or James Bond shit to save the multiverse by playing cards under the table-

If there's none I will make it myself I DO NOT CARE I NEED IT AHHAHAHA-

I like this goose! May I pet you?

*Gives bread* heyooo :D

*the goose takes the bread and honks at you* 🪿

Continuation to this post since it'll be a multi-chaptered thing and I love world building, also more Stan Twins because I love them and they're funny. Next chapter will be reader's turn because YUHHHHH-

I (Learned To) Love You [Stanford Pines x Reader]

Chapter 2: Chained Freedom

The Stan twins return home and Ford overhears some devastating news, Stanley comforts him and they both hatch a game plan.

The sky was beginning to darken by the time the twins had both decided to begin the trek home. Slinging the black book bag over his shoulder, Ford watched the reds and yellows of the horizon bleed indigos and blues; the sun barely peeked over the edge of the water now. The sight never failed to amaze, the stars and moon beginning to make an appearance as well in the retreating light and advancing darkness.

It felt oddly poetic this time, like the closing of a chapter and the beginning of a new one. Stanford always did have a fondness for the vast expanse of space and it’s heavenly bodies. There was just so much to find, to learn, and his curiosity never was truly satisfied since young.

“I think I’ll miss this.”

“The sunset or the sea? Hopefully not this whole place because it’s a dump!”

Stanley got a light punch to the shoulder from his brother in amused retaliation, of course there wasn’t truly any bite in the action– he returned it with another laugh. Ford playfully rolled his eyes as he began to walk up the beach in the direction to the pawnshop.

“You know what I meant; and hey–”

Stanford looked behind at his twin who raised an eyebrow at him, it was a good thing they were always close; he could only hope it would stay that way despite the circumstances and despite the eventual distance. For a duo that shared faces, it was a bit hilarious in retrospect how jarringly different they were. 

Yet, they coexisted and thrived like no one else.

“Last one home does the dirty laundry!”

“NO WAY!”

Stanley raced after his sibling as they both booked it down the pavement, cheerful laughter from the two brothers ringing the quiet and empty paths with only the dim hue of the glowing streetlamps to guide them. Stanford already had a head start, not that it helped much when it was against his athletic twin. They bantered and joked during the race home, eventually walking through the door to the pawnshop full of smiles and cheer.

Oh if only it would have lasted.

“First Stanley and now Stanford?! What the hell Filbrick?!”

Came their mother’s shrill cry in the kitchen alongside the clattering of what was possibly random cookware; the noise had sobered up the twins from their merriment immediately. What had they just come back to? 

Sharing a look with his brother, Ford looked up the stairway with trepid hesitation. Going up right now would only interrupt their parents, and by the sounds of it they seemed to be at odds again. It’s happened plenty of times over the course of their childhood, but never to the degree that things were being thrown around. It was always just yelling unless they were involved.

Recalling those moments of ‘discipline’ still sent shivers down his spine.

“I needed a guarantee! The boy has promise but I just couldn’t refuse this offer!”

“So you sold him off?! First Stanley and now him! I can’t believe you!”

Stanford couldn’t believe what he was hearing, his stomach dropped to the floor in an instant. His palms grew clammy, clutching the strap of his book bag, the dread was overpowering. It was getting harder to breathe, his lungs burning and not from the exertion earlier; it was like someone up and sat on his chest. Had his father really done this…? What about his dreams? His education? His career? 

It was like in the dean’s office all over again.

Stanley just pulled his brother into a tight hug, attempting to mumble comforting words to snap Ford out of it. Any assurances would be empty at this point in time, he flinched when the loud clattering or pots and pans rang out once more. He’d long since accepted his situation, but for it to happen to Ford? It didn’t make sense.

“It’s just a marriage, besides– we’re lucky that someone actually wants Ford as a husband! Have you seen him?!”

Stanley just tuned his parents out at this point, guiding his brother to sit outside the shop with him so they didn’t have to listen anymore to the screaming and the cursing. As special as his twin was in their father’s eyes, he was still considered a freak because of his hands. It wasn’t ever something Stan could wrap his head around, it didn’t make Ford any less capable or incredible. 

Still, people always had to criticise something.

“Why…? I thought I was good enough…”

“You are Sixer! Don’t even–”

“AND STILL THIS HAPPENED!”

Stanford couldn’t help the panic and the frustration that exploded out of him at that moment, digging his hands into his hair in an attempt to ground himself from the rapid pace he was spiralling. It was hard to focus on any singular thing when everything seemed to crumble and disintegrate right in front of him until nothing was left.

Stanley couldn’t help the pity that swelled in his chest for his brother, saying nothing and only giving the other a tight hug. Graduation was rolling around and time was running out. They really couldn’t catch a break now could they? Not today, not tomorrow, not ever? Was that even possible?

Right now, they really needed a distraction.

“Let’s get outta here. I’m sure Ma won’t mind if we’re a little late to dinner today.”

Ford just let his brother drag him around at that point, his thoughts nothing short of a jumbled mess that he couldn’t make heads or tails of. Everything he’d hoped, dreamed of, worked for, practically gone; just like that. 

His hands balled into fists, sorrow bled into frustration– to anger, his life hadn’t even started and his wings were already clipped. Even if he did get farther from here, there was no telling how much distance that would even be. Chances are… not that much. All because of a girl he’d never met, to a family who gave his greedy old man a fat check.

Someone who effectively ruined his life without even being in it!

The loud chime of a pinball machine snapped Ford out of whatever destructive and resentful trainwreck his thoughts were heading towards, hastily looking around himself to find that he was in an arcade. The bright lights and equally obnoxious noises were irritating but distracting, better than nothing the young adolescent supposed.

It didn’t take too long for him to find Stanley by the pinball machines equally frustrated but not for the same reasons. Ford crossed his arms with a blank expression as he watched his brother curse at the machine for who knows what reason, it wasn’t a game that was particularly interesting to him; especially given how much of it was based on chance and not skill.

“What? I was this close to getting the high score!”

“Would you mind explaining why we’re randomly here?”

“Here or home, pick your poison Sixer.”

Stanford didn’t have a retort to that and chose to ignore his twin’s sarcastic tone, both of them were clearly on edge and irate; even if it wasn’t directly at each other. He silently moved to stand next to the machine and actually observe what was going on inside it as his brother put another quarter in to play the game.

The flashing lights were no short of obnoxious as they lit up and flashed at random moments. Ford cringed as another bumper danced in neon hues, at this point the game might as well come with a warning for epilepsy. Stanley didn’t seem to mind however, happily cheering every now and again when the metal pinball would repeatedly raise his score by bumping into more of the obstacles set for it. 

What kind of mind-numbing nonsense was this?

“Stop glaring at the machine, would ya? You’re going to kill my lucky streak!”

Stan narrowed his eyes at his brother when he made an incoherent but disgruntled noise, seriously? Couldn’t he lighten up for even a little while? It would do both of them some degree of good if he just stopped being a hardass when anything pissed him off.

“Look, nothing’s happened yet so could you stop acting like it’s the end of the world already?”

“Not yet, my world hasn’t ended yet. But it’s getting there, holy Moses it’s getting there!”

Ford couldn’t help the sarcasm that flooded off him in droves, there was nobody angrier at his situation than he was so this couldn’t be helped. The brunette was speeding through the five stages of grief at this point for something that had yet to happen, a situation that he also acknowledged he knew very little about as well.

His twin didn’t appreciate the attitude however, returning a deep and annoyed frown at the comment.

“It’s not that bad, the family’s gotta be loaded for Paw to have agreed. You wouldn’t have to work, you’d be loaded once you’re hitched!”

Sadly, that wasn’t the right response either and Ford just grew more irritated; his hands gesticulating wildly and preventing Stan from shoving more quarters into the machine so they could seriously talk. For once, the loud noise around them was a good thing. Otherwise who knows what kind of trouble they would be stirring from this argument.

“Stan, I like working? I like studying? I want to have a notable career and get my name out there?? I can’t do that if I’m tied down like a trophy husband!”

“Oh come on, it’s not like whoever your fiance is would chain you down like a dog.”

“You don’t know that! I don’t know that! For all I know they picked me because I’m like one of those exotic pets that you put on display! Then it’s just: ‘Oh this is my husband, he has six fingers–’ and I’m supposed to be okay with that?!”

Ford got a punch to the shoulder from Stanley for that comment, he knew he deserved it– but that didn’t really placate the man. It wasn’t helping that he was directing his anger at anything and everything aside from the real cause of it. He grumbled out somewhat of an apology before leaning against the side of the machine just as Stanley continued to play.

“It’s not over yet. You still have that project right? If you get admitted into West Coast Tech there’s no way Paw would stop you.”

“Stan, who knows when or where I’ll end up because of the arrangement? Would it even matter if I got in anymore?”

Stanley was genuinely considering giving his twin a good wallop by now, letting out a tired sigh and just focusing on the pinball machine and his game. The scores didn’t matter, the game didn’t really matter, he just needed something to distract his growing irritation and not vent it towards Stanford; even if the latter wasn’t really doing the same.

Ford wasn’t entirely fond of the arcade anyway, too much was going on in too little space; but a distraction was a distraction.

“You have a way out. Maybe take that chance instead of always thinking that only the worst will happen.”

It was only when his twin gestured to the pinball’s plunger that Stanford noticed his apprehension dying down. He always pinned himself to be cynical and nihilistic but there was always a point it would cross into pessimism; an intersection of sorts. The issue was getting out of it.

The machine once again rang a tune to play another round, the plunger’s knob flashing in reds and yellows as Stanley beckoned him to pull it back. The game itself was all about chances, navigating risk and doing what you could amidst the uncertainty. Was this intentional?

Ha, and everyone calls him dramatic.

“You brought me here on purpose.”

“Huh? I’ve got no clue what you’re on about”

Ford rolled his eyes and pulled on the knob, launching the metal pinball into whatever sporadic path his luck drove it to all around the machine. He couldn’t tell if his brother really meant to make the correlation or if it was just a coincidence, either way– he lucked out. 

As Stanley cheered at seeing the highscore rack up on the machine’s leaderboard, his twin was busy already formulating a plan. They didn’t need to tell their old man that they knew what was going on, and frankly it was probably for the best that they feigned ignorance if it wasn’t something he was planning to tell them. It would be fine if things got rough, they had each other to rely on anyway. 

It was always them against the world wasn’t it?

“Hey Poindexter, wanna try beating the top one on this?”

“Sure, it couldn't hurt.”

So it begins, game freaking on!

Fic is also here on Ao3

Given that adult Ford seems to be winning- here's a poll on potential outfits for this idiot cuz why not I wanna Barbie girl this dude

Btw, whether he wins or loses the outfit roster is still pretty much the same(except for the default) no matter which version of Ford wins HAHAHA

Do I dare draw the strip challenge with Ford- I can do it- just do I? HAHAHAHAH OH WOW THIS COFFEE IS GETTING TO ME-

If this gets an overwhelming about of spread and reaction I'll even write a fic drabble to go with it at every step cuz why not? Reblog, Comment, Like, or just @ me like crazy if you wanna see it.

WIP because I'm apparently high- I have no idea what I'm doing can you tell? XD

Either way just have some young Stan Twins in the meantime while I conk out it's 1 in the morning and I'm doodling nonsense HAHAHAHA

I dare anyone to guess what that stuff actually is and what I put them in cuz I don't think ya'll can :D

Also, do I keep the style I'm currently doodling in? Or do I go back to how I used to do it where they looked more similar to the show's style?