Knowledgeable Love (Stanford X Reader)

Chapter 17

All you felt was a light shake to your shoulders, and there was Ford's face, which was expressionless. Your body jolted up, and papers floated down from the desk.
You made a groan and rubbed your forehead. What even happened last night? you thought, and then it hit you. Studying ciphers and reading his journal. What a night.
"Oh!" You snapped back into reality and picked up the papers off of the floor. Ford helped you with that.
He only gritted his teeth and spoke. "You ready to go?"
"Go where?" You asked, your voice near to cracking. Your mind was fogged and you didn't exactly remember the whole conversation the night before. All about Bill Cipher and such. Even the thought of it gives you a slight headache.
"The Bunker I made. Remember?" He asked, his eyes still locked on you when you heaved your body off the chair lazily.
And he even asked, you thought once more. Your legs strained and pain went shooting up them. It was sore. Very sore. You got up shakily and you tried to not make it obvious you were in pain. Sitting too much for long periods of time was a bad thing, but you still did it anyway. "No, actually. I don't," you laughed. "long night it was last night."
He let loose a small chuckle as well, and his sullen expression decreased. "It was, I must agree. Now, come on!" He grinned, and you wondered why he had the slight attitude change in a few seconds.
A wry smile played upon your face, and you followed him out the door.

...

The forest was foggy, like your mind was before. Everything around you had a hazy greenish colour and it made it hard to make out what the object was.
You nearly had a heart attack when you thought a large rock was the slime creature that you almost got eaten by awhile ago. So, you sticked close to Ford all the way to the bunker.
He suddenly stopped after five minutes, and pointed towards a large tree. You cocked a brow.
"Here is the bunker," he said quietly, and trudged off to a nearby bush.
You didn't exactly get it. The bunker? Where? It had to be...some sort of illusion. Many theories were going through your head while Ford pulled out a rope from the bush. You didn't realize at first, and you stood there like a dimwit with your hand placed on your chin.
   "Where exactly is the bunker?" You finally asked and you faced him, who was struggling and grunting to get the rope off of a small branch on the bush.
   "I'll show you," he panted. "just help me with this first."
   "Right," you chuckled awkwardly and helped get the rope off of the branch. You both heaved it over to the tree, and Ford's hands gripped onto one part of the rope. He grinned and his head swivelled up the tree.
   "Stand back, (y/n). I don't want to hurt you..." He started to swing the rope around and around like a lasso, and you did as he said.
He let go of the rope and let it fly, and it latched on to one of the tree's large branches near the top.
Ford tugged and tugged and you heard a metallic clang.

You were amazed at how the bunker was so secure. You didn't think there would be a bunker in this area at all. And in a couple moments, a staircase led down and around the trunk.
You smiled at him, and you both walked down together.