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This week has been nothing but unbearable for poor Fiddleford McGucket.
-Sunday started with the store not having the usual coffee and so he had to buy an imported Norwegian vegan-coffee replacement instead. It tasted worse than the mud-coffee his grammy used to make at the farm.
-A lovely morning walk in the woods on Monday turned into Fiddleford chasing after Ford who himself was chasing after crystal-moths to add to his research. Fiddleford felt like he lost at most 20 pounds from all that running.
-Tuesday was no better with him and Ford being forced to fight in a tournament against several magical creatures in the woods. Against all odds Ford managed to get far ahead until a stampede of Mantaurs ended the battle.
-On Wednesday Ford starts rambling about them being stuck in a time loop and after jumping back and forth between 2014 and 1449 did they finally stop the time-snake for biting its own tail (that started this whole loop to being with)
-Thursday brought a literal tidal wave of bad luck and it wasn’t until late into Friday that he and Ford had finally cleaned the bad luck off the house.
-Saturday had been somewhat better when a group of lesser known deities( like the god of sneezing, the manifestation of a scandinavian holiday, the Guardian of Missing Socks and Joculeas, son of Zeuz and human-sized potato) came to attend a convection above the town in the clouds. Fiddleford and Ford had been lucky to tag along but their adventure had been cut short when Ford had accidentally insulted a god of cooking for not liking his mushroomed filled peppers that ended with them running off from a cheese-lava wave.
And so it’s Sunday once again, another start to a possibly even worse week. “Hopefully this week will be bearable once Stanley comes back” Fiddleford grumbles to himself while drinking his 3rd cup of coffee.
“Oh come on now Fiddleford”-Ford comments while reading the newspaper-”sure this week has been full of interesting events, but it’s no big difference compare to the other things we have gone through”
“Mmhp-yer just saying that since I’m the one stuck babysitting ya”
Ford looks up from the newspaper and gives Fiddleford a grumpy glare-”Fiddleford I’m a man nearing my 30’s, I don’t need-
“Oh yeah?!” Fiddleford slams his cup down spilling the rest of the coffee all over the kitchen table “How come ya keep getting yerself into to trouble this whole week while I had to run after yer sorry butt and pray to god that we both survive so that I could give ya a well deserved SLAP TO THAT BIG FAT HEAD OF YOURS!!
With a peeved expression Ford simply stood up as he folded the newspaper slowly. “....You’re just saying that because you haven’t had good night sleep through this whole week”
1 week prior
“Stanley I’m not all for you running off helping a demonic bounty-hunter capturing a literal demon, you don’t have knowledge nor tools to do so!” Ford shouted as he watched his twin dump the last of his stuff into el diablo. Just a few days ago Stanley's old flame Jimmy Snakes had called him and asked to return an old favor by helping Jimmy deal with a bounty.
“Relax Sixer, I'll be fine. Can’t be that hard finding a guy with literal red-eyes, it will be a piece of cake! ”
“Still I much prefer if me and Fiddleford would assist you-”
“Yeah, yeah you’re just jealous I’m off to do something supernatural without your sorry ass running into problem” Stan grinned
“.........I don’t always run into problems” Ford said with a pout
“Stanley, just be careful alright?” Fiddleford said softly. Unlike Ford he had helped Stan with his packing and had just checked everything for his boyfriend's trip ” I don’t want ya to get hurt, god knows what I’ll do to ya if you get- ”Stan cut him off as he pulled him into a tight squeeze. “Hey Fidds, babe. I’ll be fine alright?” Stan loudly smacked Fiddlefords cheek.” Just take good care of Ford and make sure he doesn’t infuse himself with coffee okay? Don’t want him to be jittery like last time he tried it”
“AND IT WOULD'VE HAVE WORKED IF ONLY THE SYRINGE AND MACHINE HAD NOT CRASHED INTO-” Ford shouted undignified as Stan loudly cackled at his brothers outburst. Fiddleford couldn’t help and smile at the twins bickering again. Hopefully things would be fine without Stan around (preferably more quiet without him roughhousing or bickering with Ford at random)
Once Stan had left and the night had come, spending the whole day preparing for an upcoming research (triple-checked just to be extra sure) he had finally gone to bed at 01:00. Hoping to get a full night sleep had simply laid in the bed until he noticed something simply dreadful
The bed was cold.
Sure autumn was coming to Gravity Falls so one would expect some coldness, but it was just more than that. The bed missed a certain Stan-shaped hotspot for Fiddeford to crawl up to and cling his limbs around. As a matter of fact the coldness wasn’t the only thing that got to him but also how quiet the room was. He had grown to enjoy Stanley's snoring and it didn’t feel right not hearing it. Through the whole week he had tried countless ways to fix his sleeping problems; extra blankets, warm water-bottles, ambient sleeping music, heck Fiddleford even tried Ford's improved sleeping drink that unfortunatly kept him up to 5AM with the hiccups.
So yeah, this week had been nothing but unbearable for poor Fiddleford, more shenanigans than usual, lack of sleep and pining for Stanley.
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It was close to 2am when Stanley succesfuly sneaks into the shack through the living room window. He may or may not have lost his keys and was too tired to look through his car to find them, so the easiest thing for him was to simply slip into the house, get a good night's sleep and then search through his car late afternoon. As an added bonus he would surprise Ford and Fiddleford with his sudden appearance (maybe even make his semi-famous Stan-cakes for lunch.)
Sure it had been fun hanging out with Jimmy and catching that red-eyed guy but Stan had quickly gone homesick when he started having trouble sleeping through the nights. He didn’t want to admit at first but he missed sharing a bed with Fiddleford. It just wasn't the same having Fidds limbs holding him tight during the night and listening to his nerdy lovers' small sleepy mumbles (or spending the morning giving that said nerd some sweet morning kisses before breakfast). So when the job was done he had spent almost a whole day driving his way back to Gravity Falls.
After maneuvering himself quietly through whatever equipment Ford had left in the living room he finally reached his (and on occasions Fiddlefords) bedroom and as he quietly opened the door he wasn’t prepared for the thing he was about to see. As in a big mountain of blankets occupying his bed with two feet sticking out. Said feet belonged to a certain string-bean nerd who despite being buried in what looked like 25 blankets, was huttering in his sleep.
Stan simply stared at what was in front of him. He then smiled, said smile turned wicked as he slowly tiptoed to the bed and began tickling Fiddlefords feet.
“Cooche-coo Fiddle-”
WHUMP!
“FORD IF YALL TRYING ANOTHER ONE OF YA HOODOO-HOMECURES TO MAKE SLEEP LORD HAVE MERCY I’M GONNA-Fiddleford had woken up quickly as he shoved the blankets away and sprung up to action with his fist ready to fight, only to discover his boyfriend laying on a ground moaning.
Getting kicked in the face does that to a man sometimes.
“St-stanley? Is that you?...”
“Ugh, in the flesh” Stan groans, rubbing his aching face. “Man Fidds I keep forgetting how strong you are compared to your skinny-“whatever word Stan was going to say is lost as Fiddleford tackles him to the ground with a soaring kiss.
“Yer back!" Fiddleford hugs Stan tightly “I can’t believe yer finally back!
Stan returns the favor by hugging Fiddleford back and kisses his forehead. “Yeah we got that sucker pretty fast and I didn’t want to spend another night at that hellhole they called a motel. I tell ya, they had cockroaches the sizes of rats! I bet Ford would’ve a field day trying to study those suckers-”
“Ya can tell me more about it tomorrow, right now-”Fiddleford swiftly stood up and had dragged Stanley up with him”- I would rather go to bed. Ya would only know much trouble I’ve had tryin’ to sleep.
“By that banket-mountain covering the bed I believe ya”
“Oh hush! It ain’t my fault I got too accustomed to yer furnace-like body.
“Awwww, was my skinny nerd freezing without his big hunky-”
“Stanley lay down and shut it. I’m too tired to bicker with ya”
“Ohhh bossy” Stan saya as he did what he was told. Soon enough both grown men were lying in the bed, snuggled up all nice and tightly, Stan on his side with Fiddleford hugging him behind like a koala.
“Mmmh Lord this feels nice…” Fiddleford sighs contently as he snuggles closer onto Stan's back.
“Yeah you’re right..nothing..beats *yaawwnnn* sleeping in your ooownn…”whatever else Stan was going to say was lost as he alongside Fiddleford fell into a long cozy sleep.
They would have slept into late afternoon if Ford hadn’t burst into the room shouting about telephonet-aliens around lunch. Who needs an alarm clock when you’ve an adventurous nerd brother/friend to wake you up from a great sleep session with his crazy discoveries?