banging my head against the wall. WET SUIT FORD SAVE ME.
hear me out. the kids want to go to the lake, normal summer activities. except its the next year and Ford is there! well, why not invite him along? make a nice day of it. Stan gets in his classic one piece that looks straight outta the 60s. Mabel and Dipper have their usual of course. those three have their swimsuits on already as they walk out the door but Ford's still clothed.
'hey! where's your swim suit, grunkle Ford?! we're going swimming silly!' Mabel chastises, but he replies with, 'i have it on underneath my clothes. i'll take them off once we arrive.' the drive is fine, but Ford's literally sweating in the seat next to Stan.
upon arrival, the kids dart for the lake and the elder twins unpack their chairs and towels and cooler by the water. at some point, Stan gets up to go join them and looks to Ford, 'welp. i'm getting in.'
'ah, i'll join you in a moment.' Stan made his way into the water, a nice and warm temperature from the hot summer rays that shone down. it takes him a minute to get in to his waist and turn to look at their niece and nephew hurling themselves off the end of the dock. then he looks to his twin on shore.
sitting in the camp chair still, Ford casually pulled off his sweater and threw it over the fabric arm. next came his leggings. he's wearing a black full body wet suit, but that's all Stan can see at this distance. for another minute, his twin tipping his head back and absorbing the rays of the sun as if he'd never left. then, he stood and came closer, pausing for an awkward second to bend down and unlace his boots to kick them off a few seconds later.
Stan watched those long muscular legs stride his way and make his breath stop flat- each gentle wave inched up his skin and yeah he was staring quite a bit. he noticed the red stripe up each leg, enunciating his natural curves. then he's in the water next to Stan at waist level, diving in immediately to brush a cold patch of water his way. reemerging a couple seconds later only a few feet away, Stan's heart hammered in his chest at the way the black fabric stretched across his shoulders and torso. drops of glittery water fall off of his soaked wavy hair and drip onto his suit to immediately absorb it, like rain, Stan thought.
Ford does a half turn over his shoulder to peer at him, and ask, 'what? did i not zip it all the way?'
'n-no! no, it's fine. i uh, think your suit looks um. nice. yeah.'
a corner of his twin's mouth turns upward, and he replied, 'oh? thank you. i was lucky to find one with a red design that wasn't overbearing.'
'heh, yeah?' the only thing to distract Stan was two snorkels moving toward their direction, behind Ford. Stan worriedly pointed that way and said, 'Sixer look, sharks are comin' this way!'
'a shark?!- oh. oh i see, we're being encroached upon Stan. we'd better be careful.' Ford said in a fun and warning tone, unmoving but prepared to grab their hunters straight out of the water as soon as they get close. it lit up Stan's heart like no other to see Ford being sweet to them too.
