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Fiddleford had expected the usual when he walked into his bedroom that night.
It was more than likely he would be met with absolutely nothing–the sight of an empty bed making him groan in familiar irritation as he turned on his heel to begin his house-wide sweep in search of Ford. Then they would do the usual–he’d scold the man for staying up so late, tell him he should be nice and settled down for the night by now. The other man would scoff, he’d say time does not wait for science, and turn around and continue whatever bullshit he had been up to at the time, whether it was actually related to science or not. Fiddleford would spend the next five minutes trying to coerce him into taking a break–massage his shoulders until Ford was given an idea of exactly how tense he was, remind him of a meeting they had tomorrow and list out the benefits of sleep to the human mind’s capacity for thought, or…well…other such methodology.
So to see his husband already laying in bed–scrolling on his laptop no less? The sight was so surreal he nearly pinched himself as he stood in the doorframe.
“Ford?” he called, tilting his head and smiling in slight amusement as he walked over to slide under the covers alongside him. “Do I need to report an interdimensional leak in the area?”
Ford startled at the sound of him, the slight pink on his cheeks flooding into a deep red as he slammed the laptop shut and whipped his head up. He stared blankly for a moment, before finally thinking to speak.“Fiddleford.”
Fiddleford raised an eyebrow, chuckling to himself as he settled down next to him. “Ford? Somethin’ the matter?”
“I–It’s really nothing, Fidds. Let’s go to bed. Right now.”
Now this was interesting. “Never in all of my days of knowin’ ya did I ever believe I’d hear those words leave your mouth.”
“Yes, Fiddleford. I’m listening to all your advice. I’ve decided to make a change. Now can we please just–”
“Ah–ah–ah!” Fiddleford stopped him mid sentence, wagging a finger. “Don’t think I’m letting you get away that easily.”
Ford grumbled something that sounded a lot like garbled nonsense, turning his face away from him. His ears were still visibly bright red.
Fiddleford was starting to get a little concerned, slowly placing his hand on Ford’s arm. “Ford, if somethin’s the matter, I’d like it if you could tell me.”
“No–look, it’s…” Ford sighed, slowly turning back to Fiddleford as he eased the laptop back on open. “See, I ran into one of the tour groups today…”
“It’s tourin’ season already? Ain’t school not over yet?”
“Anyways,” Ford continued urgently. He clearly wanted to be done with this explanation already. “One of the kids brought up this…err…website to me. She wasn’t very old–thirteen, I think? She asked if I’d ever heard of fanfiction. I told her of course I had, and that back when I was a young man–” Ford stopped himself. “…that’s not the point. She asked if I’d seen that people were writing that of us on this website.”
Fiddleford barked out a laugh. “Really? Who in the world would be writing fanfiction of us? ”
Ford turned the screen to him. In plain black text, under the label Fiddleford H. Mcgucket-Pines/Stanford Mcgucket-Pines were a total of 1,474 works.
Fiddleford adjusted his glasses. “Well I’ll be.”
“It’s…well. Fascinating,” Ford said, clearing his throat. “I find it frankly quite strange that the youth have such an interest in our personal lives.”
“Well? Ya read any?” Fiddleford joked, nudging him in the side. “Hope they write me good.”
“I…well.” Ford fidgeted. “They don’t tend to correctly depict your accent.”
“Wait, you have read some?” Ford’s embarrassment was beginning to make a lot more sense as his face yet again took on a deep shade of red.
“I–well, look, I just happened to be curious–as scientists are, you know, I’m a scientist here, these are scientist things–”
“Hon, calm down. You’ve done nothin’ wrong. Ya don’t gotta run yourself into a ditch tryna justify your actions,” Fiddleford said, running his hand up and down the man’s broad arm to try and calm him. He cracked yet another wry grin. “Well…If I’m bein’ quite honest…I reckon I’m mighty curious myself. Ya wanna keep investigatin’?” He nudged him. “For science, of course.”
Ford blinked. “Are–are you sure?”
Fiddleford nodded. “What’s the worst that could happen?”
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: M/M
Fandom: Institute Of Oddology (Institute)
Relationships: Fiddleford H. Mcgucket-Pines/Stanford Mcgucket-Pines
Characters: Fiddleford H. Mcgucket-Pines, Stanford Mcgucket-Pines
Additional Tags: There Was Only One Bed, Love Confessions, Yaoi bl, MLM, Dating, Headcanons, Head Canons, Headcanon, Relationship, Boyfriend, Boyfriends, Old Man Yaoi, Fluff, In Love, Idiots in Love, McPines
Language: English
Stats: Published: 2013-5-1 Words: 501 Chapters 1/1 Comments: 19 Kudos: 618 Bookmarks: 38 Hits: 2,424
Summary: Pines doesn’t want to admit his crush on his coworker Mcgucket, but when he leads him down into the bunker he can’t keep it a secret anymore…
Notes: I saw that new interview that the IIO posted the other day about their old bunker and immediately went to write this <3 hope u guys enjoy!
Short McPines Fanfic
Yaoiseeker
(See the end of the work for more notes .)
It was a hard day of work at the Institute, Dr. Pines and Dr. Mcgucket spending the whole day exploring through their portal they made together, when Mcgucket told Pines I have a surprise for you Dr Pines
Oh.
Oh.
What could it be? Pines said. He was beyond excited. He couldn’t wait to see what it was. His darling Mcgucket was so talented at everything. He was an inventor of Technology, something he thought was incredibly brilliant. Little did he know that he would be saying this many times only years in the future in interviews. Nevertheless, now he was not currently famous yet and he was following Mcgucket outside to wherever he was taking him. It was dark and the atmosphere was silent apart from the sound of them walking there. He couldn’t wait to see what his dear mcgucket had made . He’s so handsome and smart, he thought. I wish I could tell him I love him. But I have internalized homophobia because being gay isn’t legal yet and this automatically means everyone who was ever gay at this time hated gay people including themselves.
He lead him down into the ground. Pines was getting scared because it was dark and tight down there so he cried out a little “Kyaaaaaaa!” and grabbed Mcguckt’s hand. The other man squeezed back reassuringly.
Oh.
Oh.
I’ll protect you my Pinesy Mcgucket said. Pines blushed at that.
Oh Oh no…………. He thought. Am I GAY???????????
They finally made it into the basement, and Pines was finally able to make out what was in the bunker
Oh.
Oh.
Right there at the bottom of the bunker, behind all the scary doomsday rations and the ominous weapons, was one bed. One bed for both of them. Pines could already feel himself sweating.
Haha Fiddle, he said, did you forget to get another bed? I can go get one from the bed closet in our lab.
I burned down the bed closet, Mcgucket said, this is the only bed we have left. We need to sleep together in this one.
Oh.
Oh.
S–sleep together? Pines squeaked. Kyaaaaaaaaaaaa!!
I meant it in the normal boys way said Mcgucket. Then he got really close to Pines and titled his head up to look him in the eys. Unless…my Pinesy…you want to do it in the boy best friend way…
I’m not a gayboy!!!!! Pines said, slappign Mcgucket because he was homophobic because he was gay. But he was clearly lying. He was lying so bad that he admitted it to himself immediately. fuck…I am a gayboy…
I’m hit… mc gucket said. He was hit.
Oh.
Oh.
Fiddleno! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it! I slapped you because i was homophoic
Oh my god okay thats fine then if you were sad and internally hommophobic about it thats okay my Pinesy Mcgucket said.
Fiddle? Pines asked
I am he, Mcgucket said.
D–do you want to be…gayboys together?? Mcgucket answered by immediately kissing him. And they were gayboys together
Notes: Sorry for the wait!! As all my loyal readers know I work at the IIO myself and I had to go on a long excursion to a parallel earth. I almost touched my parallel self by complete accident and imploded the whole dimension and myself upon itself. I’m fine I promise! Besides the fact that I am now in weekly therapy. I hope you guys liked my 8th ever fanfic of these two <333 I take requests btw!
multilevelmarketing: this is sooooo cute omgggg <3333
Yaoiseeker: Thank u!
Wormysquirmy: omggg you work at iio????? sooo lucky i wish i could see irl mcpines </3
jinglingballs: ooobbhh i love themmmmm
GapGardener: U take requests??? Can you write about 30 year old Mcgucket and a rugged parallel dimension Pines having a forbidden love because this dimension’s Pines hates Mcgucket ?
Yaoiseeker: .. I have so many questions but why would one of them be 30??
GapGardener: They have to be.
FujoFriday: IT’S PINESGUCKET NOT MCPINES!!!!!!!! No WONDER this sucked total ass you cant even get your ship names right. Smh.
Lostinstorm: can you write angst of mcgucket cheating on his wife with pines
Yaoiseeker: omgggg yes yes okay
area51: keep up the good work. write more. my brother is a big fan of me sending these to him at 1 am.
Yaoiseeker: Aw thats sweet! You must be close!! And thank you! I feel like I know you from somewhere.
area51: dw about it
soupforbreakfasthater: this isnt even old man yaoi they’re young here
readinganamount3494376108: for your requests can you write hurt/comfort memory loss AU where dr. mcgucket forgets dr. pines
Yaoiseeker: Omg yes
angelprincesskittymeowmeow: this is so unrealistic. no way pines would be this head over heels. hes cold towards mcgucket
auburn_ground: have you even watched the interviews. Also they are straight up gaymarried irl so idk what to tell u buddy
tyty_mortalenemy: can you write them old next
The room was dead silent, the only sound remaining audible being the meek drone of air conditioning. Two pairs of eyes were left staring at the screen, before one boney five-fingered hand reached over to close the laptop gently.
“Ford?” Fiddleford asked, carefully taking the computer and setting it aside before putting his hand on his thigh from under the sheets. “Are you okay?”
“I don’t call you Fiddle!” The man suddenly cried out with vigor. “And I’m not homophobic!”
Fiddleford rubbed him soothingly. “Yes, hon. I was there”
“And I do not say this… ‘kyaaa…’”
Fiddleford raised a brow. “Well, I–”
“And people think I don’t love you? What in the devil about me says ‘cold and uncaring?’ And don’t get me started on some parallel Ford taking–”
“Dear, you oughta stop getting worked up over this,” Fiddleford said. “None of that is real. It’s just kids bein’ kids, you know? They don’t know us. But I know us. And I know you’re nothin’ like that.”
Ford took one long breath in, then breathed out slowly. “You’re right. I’m sorry.”
He leaned against Ford, humming softly. “Nothin’ to be sorry for.”
Ford ran a hand through Fiddleford’s long grayed out hair, closing his eyes. “I’ve just realized something.”
“Hmmm?”
“I could be writing this myself,” Ford mused. “I would get everything right and there would be no misconception of how much I care for you. That would show them.”
Fiddleford snickered. “Are you sayin’ you’re gonna write fanfiction of me and you doin’ all lovey-dovey things when you could just be straight up doin’ ‘em whenever you so please?”
“Yes, and I would be the best at it,” Ford said solemnly. And Fiddleford just had to laugh at that. The man could be ridiculous sometimes.
“Though,” Fiddleford said, leaning even closer in. “Couldn’t ya just be harpin’ on even more publicly how much ya love me so all the kids know? Shorten the journey a bit?”
Ford cracked his eyes open, turning to smile wryly at the other man. “You just want me to praise you more, don’t you?”
He held his hands up innocently. “Hey, I didn’t say nothin’! Your words, not mine!”
Ford got a mischievous look in his eyes, leaning over to plant a kiss on Fiddleford’s cheek as he adjusted his body to better face him. “Well, looks like I’ll have to get started on the PDA right away, right? No time to waste?”
Fiddleford didn’t have the energy to suppress the giggles that escaped him as Ford pecked all over his entire face, lifting his glasses off in a gentle motion for unrestricted access. He ended on his lips, Fiddleford finally gaining the mind to gently clasp his face as he let the kiss draw out slow and long. Taking his time to take it in as his whole chest grew warm with the peace of having Ford next to him in bed, safe and easy. Solicited all the time to get into as many ridiculous hijinks as they needed.
Ford pulled back, smiling dopily at his husband as stars twinkled in his eyes. Fiddleford smiled back, running his thumb over his jaw. Perfect.
“Hon,” Fiddleford drawled.
“Yes, Dear?”
“Did that author say they worked at the Institute?”