A Sixpence In Your Shoe (Stanford x Reader)

Chapter [12]

You say on the table staring out the window. You were sopping wet, and tired. Even more than that, you were worried. Worried about the Giants. Worried about the key on your head. Worried about the triangle in your mind.

You sighed, leaning back on the seat, the old chair groaning under your weight. You sneezed again, your body unable to handle the cold of your clothes.

"Here." Ford said as he handed you a towel.

"It isn't much, but this will have to do. Dipper and Mable are looking for the spare key to the handcuffs right now... Are you feeling okay?"

Ford crouched down Infront of you. His eyebrows frowned. You looked deep into his hazel eyes and smiled, looking back outside of the window.

"I'm fine. Thanks for asking Ford. Just cold." Ford set his hand on your shoulder, making you look back at him. His face scrunched and moved as he tried to find the right words to say.

"I-"

"We found it Grunkle Ford!" Yelled the girl from the boat. She flung open the door to the kitchen, smiling. Ford pulled his hand away, standing up as the girl made her way to you.

"This is My Great Niece Mable, Y/N" Ford spoke as he took the key from Mable.

"Hi! I'm Mable! I've heard nothing about you, but I would love to know everything! It's nice to meet you!"

"Likewise. My name is Y/N. I just moved into Gravity Falls a few days ago, so I hope you'll treat me well."

Mable nodded, running out of the room again. Ford took this chance to grab the odd looking key and open your cuffs.

They fell to the floor with a metallic thud. You rubbed your wrist, it red and inflamed. You heard Ford sigh as he did the same.

"This is gross... It feels so greasy." You spoke as you pulled your hand away. Slime covered your hands from your wrist. Gross.

"We did swim from the bottom of a lake, I wouldn't be surprised if there was some kind of gunk."

You nodded, looking at the window again.

"Y/N. I've been meaning to ask. About the key."

"The key? Right. 'the key.'"

Ford nodded and pulled a chair next to you. You couldn't face him.

"How did it get there- on your head I mean?"

"It sort of just happened. When I shook the statutes hand."

The male sighed, leaning back on his chair. He took his glasses off, rubbing the bridge of his nose. He had an idea and sat up.

"Do you mind if I take a look at it? Maybe I can find something out."

You looked over to him. Pulling your eyes away from the bright lights of the sky. You looked at his body, wet and clingy, his clothes sticking to his muscles. You blushed a bit.

"Sure, I don't mind- anything to get it off of me." He nodded and moved his chair in front of yours.

"Excuse me..." He whispered. His low voice making chills go down your spine. He looked over at the table and took up a pen. He flipped it over to reveal a flashlight and turned it on.

Ford grabbed your face softly, his calloused hand felt like sand paper again your soft, city skin. He slowly pulled your face in closer, looked down, not wanting to stare into his eyes.

They wandered as he turned his flashlight on and examined the key upon your head. This angle was better to see his body. His shirt slightly unbuttoned from all of the commotion, his chest hairs slightly visible. Your face flushed as you closed your eyes.

Perv.

"It looks like... A rune. A portection rune that was cast on an item, the inscription is incredible. The person who made this has perfect form. I wish I could get a closer look." Ford pulled your face closer, shoving the pen in his pocket, using the natural light to see.

He admired the craftsmanship as his eyes slowly drifted down to you. As if sensing it, you opened your eyes as well, looking up at him. Your eyes locked, his brown hues staring deep into your soul. To light of the sky reflected into his eyes, making you unable to look away. You both sat their, staring into each other's eyes.

"Beautiful..." Was all you could mutter. His face tinted pink as a small squealing was heard from outside of the room. You both quickly looked over to see Mable and a Boy; who you guessed was Dipper; standing at the door.

"I'm sorry Grunkle Ford! Did not mean to intrude on your make out session! Come on Dipper!" Mable pulled the boy away, his eyes fixated on you. He glared as he was dragged away from Mable.

"... I'm sorry about them." Spoke Ford as he rubbed his hand on the back of his neck.

"No, no! It's fine. I have to get home now anyways, I haven't even finished unpacking." You smiled and stand up, Ford standing as well. He left the room, you following close behind.

You admired to oddness of the house, filled with stuff that you aren't sure are real. But who knows? It's a mystery.

He opened the door for you, stepping outside with you.

"Y/N I-"

"Ford I-"

You both stoped, looking at each other before you laughed. He smiled at you cracking up.

"Y-You go first!" You said between your laughs.

"Good. Y/N, I was wondering if tomorrow you would like to get breakfast maybe? At the greasy spoon in town. The pancakes are heavenly." He speaks as they tint a bit pink.

"Only if you want to."

"Of course! I would love to! I was just about to ask- you don't have my number. I'll give it to you, you have a pen right?" You ask as he pulls out the one from earlier. You take it from his hand, making his go flat. You set his hand onto of yours and write on it like paper. You smile up at him as you click the pen, setting it in his wet breast pocket.

"Thank you for your help for the past few days. I'm eternally grateful." You say as you look up at him, slowly moving your hand away from the pen.

"Y-Yes... No need for thanks..." He whispered.

"Your coat. It's still wet. I'll bring it to the diner tomorrow." You pat his chest as you pull away, looking around.

"I don't live to far. Goodbye Ford." You say as you wave to him. He lifts up his hand, but you turn before he can wave. You start to walk off the property as you come into the main road.