Hey guys, I'm not sure where this garbage came from, but yeah. It's a thing now. If you want more maybe I'll add more. Depends on you guys! Hope you enjoy this weirdness from my mind.
Alex Hirsch owns Gravity Falls, if I did you would end up with more garbage like this.
Wendy Corduroy was not impressed, something about those two was making her heart do back flips and that was not cool. Mr. Pines was her boss first of all, not to mention old enough to be her dad, but the way he walked around, swindling people out of their money was somehow attractive. Not to mention that the man was burly, but not as burly as her father who was over bearing about his strength. Dr. Pines was a whole other whack of weird. First off the dude has an extra digit on each hand, plus he has so many PhD's he makes everyone look like a monkey. He was also fit for his age, always spending time out in the 'field' doing research or whatever.
For no reason at all she was attracted to the two of them. She only started noticing her crush on Stan when he picked her up by the back of her shirt when she tried to escape out of work early. Her feet were off the ground, and her heart was beating a mile a minute. At first she thought it was panic, but when Stan set her down behind the register gently and his gruff voice rumbled that her shift wasn't over her heart kept it's steady, fast pace long after he took the next tour group into the Shack.
Watching Ford work even made her heart do crazy things. At first she thought it was because of his similarity to Stan, but it wasn't. The way the man leapt over the counter, the ability to chase monsters just as quickly as she could run from them was amazing. But watching his hand draw his pen across paper was also amazing, the dude was confident enough to use pen in the first place. Not worried about spelling, grammatical or mathematical mistakes in the slightest, even drawing images of monsters in ink. Takes real confidence to do stuff like that, hell she still did her math work in pencil, even the simple stuff.
She had to stop staring at Ford's hands though; she'd never been so fascinated by hands before. They were larger than Stan's hands the extra digit being the reason for that. She would glance at them all the time, but this time when her eyes glanced up to Ford's face he was looking right at her. All the blood in her veins froze, she was caught red-handed, but the man just turned and strode into the house, his boots thudding through the house. A sigh escaped her lips and the rest of her day seemed to go smoothly enough. Neither of the older Pines talked to her and she was a-okay with that fact.
Just as she was about to exit the shack a heavy hand fell on her shoulder, her entire being froze under its weight. "Hey so my brother wants to talk to you about something," Stan's gruff voice soothed her nerves only slightly. She turned to look at him with a raised eyebrow trying to play it cool, "If he asks about the pugs or anything, you know what to say." The hand was removed and he rubbed the back of his neck.
Wendy laughed and punched him in the arm slightly, it was solid under her fist, "Sure thing boss, where's Dr. P. at?" Her gaze shot up to the cloudy brown eyes behind thick glasses.
He jammed a thumb towards the house not the vending machine, "Study in the house, finally convinced him to stay out of the basement for longer periods of time by moving upstairs." Stan shrugged slightly, offering her nothing else.
She nodded and stuffed her hands in her pockets heading into the main house, what on earth did Ford want to talk to her about? As she approached the door she could feel her shoulders tensing, was it about the hands, or was it about Stan's illegal activities? Her hand paused just before knocking on the door, her heart hammered in her chest uncomfortably. Rapping against the door she held her breath, "Enter," the breath escaped as she opened the door. Stanford Pines was sitting at his desk, heavy texts were piled around him and the soft sound of pen on paper was the only sound in the room. "Door," she jolted slightly and shut the door. "Come in," she felt like she was going to talk to a teacher, not her boss' brother, she felt nervous.
She sat in the chair across from him, hands shoved deep into her pockets, "What's up Dr. P.?"
The pen stopped and the book he was writing in was shut, it was slid to the side, his eyes looked straight into hers. Those brown eyes were staring into the very depths of her being, "Wendy Corduroy, I've noticed on several occasions your odd habit of staring at my brother and I." Both his hands laced together and he searched her green eyes for some sort of response. Receiving none he continued, "Now I don't mean to pry, but if something is bothering you, you can always talk to Stanley or I."
A lump formed in her throat, she'd been caught staring, several times, not just at Ford, but at Stan too. She mentally groaned, that was so not cool. "Look man, I'm sorry for always staring at your hands. They're just real cool is all," the man's face was unreadable as she spoke and she tried to remain calm. "Stan's also just a pretty cool dude; he's good at his job, that's all."
Ford adjusted his glasses before letting out a small sigh, "Would examining them up close help relieve your curiosity young lady?" This time her heart lodged in her throat and she could feel heat creeping up her neck as she nodded slightly. "Very well," he stood and moved to the couch in front of the door under the window, an odd spot for an L-shaped couch. She followed suit and sat next to him, she rubbed her palms on her jeans in the hopes that her hands weren't sweaty from nerves. One hand was held out to her and she gently took it in her own smaller hands.
Her fingers traced every inch of skin on his hands, the calluses, bumps and divots, trying to remember exactly how they felt. Gently squeezing each digit, she bent and moved the fingers fascinated at the strength behind them. She traced the edges of his hand with her index finger. Without thinking she took her opposite hand and pressed their palms together, his hands dwarfed hers and her fingers easily slipped between his and it felt snug and right. "Wendy?" she looked up into amused brown eyes, then to their hands laced together. "Would you care to explain this?" he shook his hand slightly in her grip and her face immediately felt warm with embarrassment.
"I, uh," she brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, "it felt like a natural thing to do. Sorry man." She loosed her hand from his and laughed nervously, hopefully he wouldn't see through such a weak cover-up.
A six-fingered hand wrapped around the retreating wrist, "What aren't you telling me Wendy?" His voice wasn't angry, just curious, and the grip on her wrist was firm but not crushing, she could have easily pulled loose if she tried harder.
She ran her other hand through her hair, "It's dumb." A tug on her wrist prompted her to continue, "The reason I've been staring at you and Stan, it's because I have a weird crush on you old guys." Her wrist was released and she felt the shame creep over her face, "Told you it was dumb…" her voice trailed off.
Ford cleared his throat and she watched him tug at the collar of his turtleneck, his cheeks tinged red, "R-really?" She nodded slightly, "I wouldn't say it's dumb, but mildly unusual. Stanley too?"
She nodded again, "Yeah, I like both of you for different reasons. The only common thing you share that I find attractive is your confidence."
Ford nodded, "Makes sense I suppose, Stan does exude confidence while he's dressed as Mr. Mystery." He crossed his arms and tapped a finger against his upper arm, "But me? I'm lost on that."
She shrugged, "You're your own worse judge. Trust me; I'm a 17-year old female teenager. I hate everything about myself."
The man just nodded, "I see. Well your secret is safe with me; Stan is too dense to notice so you should be safe as long as you don't say anything to him yourself. I'm sure you'll grow out of this, teenage hormones were interesting from what I remember."
She nodded and stood jamming her hands in her pockets, "Thanks Dr. P."
He also stood and rested a hand on her shoulder, "Call me Ford please, the title makes me feel older than I am."
"If I do that I'm afraid it'll be harder to not crush on you. But I'll try it out," she smiled at him.
He held the door open for her and she gladly exited his study, "Have a good night Wendy."
"You too Ford," she waved before heading back to the gift shop. This time Stan was laying in wait, "Oh hey boss, what's up?"
"Everything good with you and Poindexter?" Stan put down the magazine he was flipping through and stared at her.
"Yeah I was caught looking at his hands, I apologized for it though," she shrugged trying to play off how the talk really went.
"Yeah that sounds like something he would talk to you about. Why were you looking at his hands?" the man's brows furrowed, his tone taking on a protective edge.
"I think they're cool man, calm down," she held her hands up.
"Alright, that's fine," the man stood and dusted his jacket sleeves off. "Now wanna tell me why you've been staring at him all the time anyways?"
This time she verbally groaned, "Seriously? You both noticed?"
"Both? Poindexter noticed you staring at him?" Stan's eyebrows shot up his forehead.
Wendy threw her hands into the air, "No! I stare at both of you Stan! That's why that talk took so long! I have some weird crush on you old guys!"
This time Stan's jaw dropped, "Pardon?"
Frustration fueled her whole being, "I have some weird feelings for you old bags. I'm 17, hormonal, and have crushes on two 60-year old men!"
Stan fell back into the chair heavily, "I don't even know what to say to that."
She stomped over to the counter and slammed her hands down, "Say nothing! Ignore it! I could be your kid! THIS IS WEIRD!"
Stan shrunk back from the raging teen on the other side of the counter, "Uh that's not what I meant."
"What did you mean?" her shoulders tensed.
"Is everything okay in here Stanley?" Ford stepped into the gift shop.
Wendy groaned, "No no it's not."
Stan just stayed slumped in the chair and Ford glanced between the two. "Do I want to know?" Ford's face held mildly withheld confusion.
"No because everyone is going to forget what I'm about to do," no one responded as she stomped over to Ford grabbed a fistful of sweater and pulled him down towards her. Her lips pressed against his and her heartbeat hammered in her ears, his lips were soft and his stubble rough. She let go of him and then stomped over to Stan. The man tried to shrink back into the chair more, but she placed her hands on his shoulders and pressed her lips to his, his were much more chapped than Ford's but his stubble wasn't nearly as scratchy. Her heart continued to hammer in her chest and the blood rushing in her ears was a dull roar. "IT'S OUT OF MY SYSTEM! I'M GOING HOME NOW!" she grabbed her coat from behind the counter and exited the gift shop.
If there were going to be consequences for what she just did, she would just deal with it tomorrow. Today she was just going to go home, eat a tub of ice cream and go to bed.
So I hope you enjoy! If you want more of this weird love triangle let me know. :D
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