[ Paranormal Pull ] - Stanford Pines x Reader

(Y/N), the Spider Monkey. (Ch. 3)

It'd been about a week since the most recent campfire gathering at your place. Currently, you were at the Mystery Shack after Soos has closed shop and the Pines family ran rampant through the building. With the young teens playing some strange concoction of the floor is lava, hide and seek, and somehow a little bit of tag. You and Stan had congregated into the storage room to smoke pot and (without thinking) hotbox the damn place.

"Their game sounds really intense." You commented, exhaling a short puff of smoke with each word you spoke.

"It is. I joined in once when they were doing it last summer. Ford has it recorded somewhere. Mabel somehow found herself a good spot in the rafters and we looked for hours. Wendy found her after her shift passed out cold."

You began cracking up at the tale. With your high brain slowly turning your ego into overdrive, your smart ass decided to challenge her skills.

"Bet you I can do it longer." You retorted with a wink. Stan smirked as he took a large hit.

"I don't doubt you, honestly. You said you hunted, right? You kinda have to be good at hiding."

How dare he stroke your ego. After a few more minutes of discussing, you both decided to join the twins in their little game. The two seemed delighted by your requests and eagerly let you in. After a quick explanation of the game's rules, you soon got an idea.

You had taken note that anything strewn apart the floor counted as "rocks" or "rafts". Things such as clothes, couch cushions, and bed sheets were examples. You could also snatch said items and carry them for a quick getaway if necessary. So here you were, wearing Ford's lab coat (which was 1.3x your size) and holding onto a couch pillow, scrambling to your hiding spot before the floor became lava.

Your hiding spot was a clever one. Nobody could deny that. You perched yourself on a dresser next to the coat hanger you moved. Making sure the rest of the coats were still on, you pulled the coat hanger closer to the furniture you declared your throne and threw Ford's coat around you and perched it atop the coat hanger. It was clever, and if one looked close enough, you could see someone was there. To your advantage, however, this was a fast-paced game. Being in the open left you a sitting duck, so nobody really could bother staring for too long unless they were the "lava monster", aka the seeker.

You must have been there a good half hour before the rest of the group had gotten caught and were now on a manhunt for you. Your time was running out quickly until you had to relocate. Mabel kept circling the room like a vulture, and Dipper had already come too close. You began to plot. You'd need a distraction.

Peeking out from your spot, you found Mabel in the hallway with her back turned. You grabbed a pen from one of Ford's infinite pockets and whipped it towards the storage room. Mabel was successfully distracted, and you quickly made your escape. Along your journey full of leaping and good calculations, you found someone's hoverboard. Perfect.

Not caring if this counted as cheating, you crouched gracefully with Ford's coat draped over you and began to roll forward. All seemed to be going well until you heard a sickeningly familiar cuss.

"What the fuck is that? Wait, KIDS, I FOUND HER-!"

Upon hearing Stan's outburst, you heard a pair of thundering footsteps coming towards you. You ditched the hoverboard and held onto the coat like a cape before expertly jumping to the rafters and climbing away like a monkey.

"Oh my god look at her go!" Mabel cried in awe at your strength and flexibility. You were NOT getting caught yet. You had plenty of time to remain hidden.

You continued to climb at an alarming rate until you could reach for and balance your crawling onto the staircase railing and (struggled) to go into the twins' room. Somehow Wendy had appeared and joined the hunt, evident by her hysterical laughter. Launching yourself onto the rug, you then moved to Dipper's bed and then escaped through the window. The roof wasn't the floor, so it didn't count, right?

It was another hour before the family even decided to check the roof. By now Soos had joined in on the fun, leaving Wendy and Dipper to fill him in on the acrobatics you pulled off. You were currently perched on the roof by the door, smoking a cigarette and mentally praising yourself for your stunts. Ford's coat was now wrapped around you like a blanket. You almost began to wonder why he hadn't come for it yet. Was he taking the day off?

"Has anyone seen my lab coat?" Speak of the devil.

"(Y/N) has it. She's hiding." Stan answered, mild frustration in his voice. You laughed a little too loud at this and quickly covered your yapping face. Oh god, were you too noisy?

"Was that her?" Ford questioned, quickly stepping outside and looking around. Oh good god. Oh good fucking god, not yet.

The sound of your feet quickly padding away against the roof and your extinguished, discarded cigarette thrown to Ford's feet completely caught his attention.

"There!"

Now with everyone you freaking know in that shop after you, you knew it wouldn't be long before your capture. So, you ditched Ford's (admittedly good smelling and comforting) lab coat to the ground behind you and perched on the lowest branch of the pine tree beside Wendy's hiding spot.

You smugly await their arrival. To make it even more satisfying to you, you decided to climb up and into Wendy's chair and cross your arms and legs, patiently waiting. With a rather loud slam, Ford opened the door and released the hellish hounds of the Pines, Soos, and Wendy.

"GET HER!" Dipper cried, before stopping them with a raised arm. Surprisingly, they obeyed. You stood to your feet, knocking yourself out of the game. We grinned.

"There. I win. On my own accord." You gloated, winking. Everyone groaned and huffed before departing, leaving Ford and you alone.

"Did you really climb the rafters, railing and then the kids' bed out the window?" The man couldn't help but crack a grin when you handed him his lab coat.

"You know it, honey." You gave yet another shit-eating grin. Your flirtatiousness made Ford flush a light pink.

"Then...then wh-why don't you use that when we're out monster hunting?" He had a slightly hurt tone to his voice, bringing guilt to your prideful heart and destroying it instantly.

"Aw, Ford- are you implying I'm not having fun with you?" He didn't speak for a moment, and you took that as a yes until he perked up.

"Y-yes, and that what we do isn't entertaining." That's the saddest damn face you've ever seen him make. You felt horrible.

"Ford," You began, voice soft and welcoming, "I always enjoy a good monster hunt with you. I just never get the chance to. Stop overthinking honey." You quickly took him into an embrace, catching him off-guard and making him flinch. You pulled away, thinking you made him uncomfortable. You two were close but rarely gave each other physical affection. Stan was usually the one to get that kinda stuff. Mainly because his hugs cracked your sore back.

"Ah, I'm sorry- I just feel b-"

"Shush. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions." With that, he returned the hug, although much looser and lighter given the awkward situation. You grinned.

"Hey, I promise to disorient our next target with my quick movements, okay?"

He laughed, the noise reverberating through his chest. "Sounds wonderful."