An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
The point is: he’s seen some shit. Done some shit. Gone through some shit. It’s all molded him to become the man he is today, and yes, while there might be a soft marshmallowy type center inside of him that maybe does enjoy those old time-y Victorian era romance dramas, it doesn’t change the fact that Stan knows how to handle himself. Knows how to take care of himself. Except, it seems a certain brainiac still hasn’t gotten the memo. ~ After an intimate encounter with Stan goes south, Ford starts acting weird and overprotective over him—even if he's still refusing to look him in the eyes.
my first stancest fic! hope yall enjoy <3
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