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38-stanford x reader

*alcohol, drunk, also age difference*

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"wendy, you go-gotta stop!" you call, grabbing onto her arm and pulling on it, causing the golf cart she was driving to drift to the right hard, the both of you yelling.

after getting well drunk in the party, you, wendy and lee decided that getting dipper and mabel would make this party 7 times better, so while shit drunk, you three got into wendys golf cart and drove over to the shack where both you and wendy worked.

"there" wendy slurs, flooring the pedal and the golf cart stops, you, lee and wendy all flying forward, lee crashing into the back of your seat.

you fumble with the seatbelts for a few long seconds and roll out of the cart, you leaning on lee whos leaning back on you, wendy trying to look at herself in the rear view mirror.

"but we-we gotta be quiet!" you shout-whisper, your finger over your lips, "if stan hears us he'll fire us!" you finish, and wendy gasps and nods, showing you thumbs up.

"hey, in and out, real quick!" lee says, moving his hands around, his eyes half closed.

and so, you start wobbling towards the shack, whispering and yelling at each other, lee, you and wendy all holding each other up.

when you get to the door, wendy goes first. she starts fummbling with the handle, pulling and pushing, but it doesnt open.

"its locked" she whispers loudly. "yes, i can see that!" you call back, shaking your head.

"hey, im on it" lee says.

then, he raises his elbow, and smashs the glass window on the top part of the door, the glass breaking inside the shack.

"and now we throw you in". it takes a few minutes, but lee and wendy lift you up and push you through the broken window, some of the glass scraping your skin until you fall into the house on the glass.

"im in!" you call. "open it!" wendy calls back, knocking on the door. wobbling up, you grab the handle and open up the door, swinging it open and falling backwards, hitting the sofa and landing on it.

"we did it!" wendy yells in a hush, both her fists up in the air, as well as lees, theyre celebrating.

"what now?" lee asks, and silence falls on the room. you cant remember why you broke into the shack. you all stare between each other, eyes squinted  trying to remember why you came there.

sudennly, the light is turned on. you all hiss and cover your eyes, cursing, "god damn it, god is here" lee groans, rubbing his eyes.

"wendy? {Y/N}? tall blond kid?"

"oh noo..." "its stan!" "its ford!" "its stanford!" "run!"

and like this, both lee and wendy dash for the door and get outside, while you cant get up from the sofa.

ford is standing there, wearing his red sweater and a pair of sweatpants, his glasses, and a weird look on his face, you couldnt make up what is was.

"what are you doing here {Y/N}?" he asks, crossing his arms over his chest and looking down at you, slowly sitting up on the sofa.

"we was... coming to get... dipp and... mabel" you whisper, pointing your hand upwards to the upper floor.

"why?" he asks. "to party with us!" you smile widely, opening your arms to the sides.

ford laughs boomingly, shaking his head. "youre so drunk" he laughs, stepping closer and patting your hair.

"im not drunk" you smile, leaning your head up to his hand, loosing balance and falling down back on the sofa.

"you are lucky ive been around taking care of stanely when he was getting drunk" he laughs, leaning down and takes both your hands, making you stand up.

"how many fingers do i have {Y/N}?" he asks. this is the question he would ask stanely to knoe how drunk he is, if he remembers that ford has 6 fingers on each hand.

"f-fi... no!" you call, jumping a little, "ford has 6 fingers!" you smile widely, and raise his hand up, holding it infront of your face.

"see?" you smile, tracing your finger over each one of his with a gentle smile. "six" you whisper, holding his hand in yours as you finish counting them.

"very well. now lets get you some water and a lemon, and ill put you to sleep, yeah?" he asks, and you nod furiously.

he hooks his arm around your waist and starts walking with you to the kitchen, not exactly realising what you are mummbling.

he sits you down in the kitchen and gets you a cup of cold water and squeezes a lemon into it, giving you the other half and sitting down infront of you.

he watchs as you grab the glass with both hands and raise it to your face, slowly tipping it over and drinking it in slow small sips, some of it dripping down the sides of your lips until yoy finished and put it back down on the table.

"what is this for?" you ask, grabbing the other half of the lemon straight ahead, your fingera digging onto the inside part of it.

"you are gonna be a little sick tomorrow, maybe want to throw up" he explains.

he gets up again and wraps his arm around your waist again, your other hand is holding the lemon in your clutched fist.

he gets you to his own room and helps you to his bed, and even takes ofd your shoes for you. he sets a glass of water beside the bed, the lemon (after he finally took it from you) and painkillers.

"now, you get some sleep {Y/N}, and we will talk about this tomorrow" he smiles, patting your head gently.

"will you stay with me?" you whisper  looking up at him, now he sees the glitter make up from the party glistening in the moon light.

"stay?" he asks. "just till i fall asleep" you explain in a whisper. he breaks and sits down on the bed beside you, and you come a little closer to him.

"sorry for breaking your window ford" you whisper, looking up at him, "ill tell lee he needs to pay for it" you try, ford chuckles.

"dont worry about it right now {Y/N}" he smirks. you smile genualy.

"thank you ford" you whisper. "what for?" he asks, looking down at you.

"well, you are just really nice. i like being around you, you are interesting" you mummble, closing your eyes, "you are just really great and im glad you found me, and not stan. i like you more" you whisper.

"really?" he laughs lightly. "yeah" you smile, nodding, "you are smart and have interesting stories, and you are nice and caring... im really shocked you are not married" you slurr, sniffling.

"is that so?" he laughs, patting your hair. "well, you would make a good partner, in my opinion" you shrug your shoulder, "i would love to be your partner. i really love you" you whisper, closing your eyes.

ford, not sure what to say or if you are being real, just sighs and pats your hair while you try and fall asleep.

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in the morning, you wake up in fords bed alone. confused, you dawn the glass of water and take a pill from the painkillers on the nightstand  your head pounding, and get up.

leaning on the wall, you get out of the room and walk carefully down the stairs, feeling your joints hurt and your whole body pulsating.

when you get downstairs, you peek into the kitchen.

"oh look" ford is first to see you, smiling widely, drinking from his cup of coffee, "the party girl" he smirks, taking a sip from his coffee.

and you remember everything.

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