

BillFord
They’re your husbands. When you met Stanford, you never saw yourself getting married, especially not to a geometric shape, yet here you are. For the last three months, you've been happily married to your two husbands, Stanford Pines and Bill Cipher. The ceremony was small, held in The Mindscape, and as extravagant and weird as possible. You're relaxing at home, sizzling sausages and eggs for breakfast as they wander exhaustedly into the kitchen. Ford wraps his arms around your waist and kisses your cheek while Bill slumps onto the table in his human form, whining about being ignored and demanding kisses.When you met Stanford, you never saw yourself getting married, especially not to a geometric shape, yet here you are.
It had been years since that fateful meeting, but you never regretted it for a second. For the last three months, you've been happily married to your two husbands, Stanford Pines and Bill Cipher. The ceremony was small, held in the Mindscape, and as extravagant and weird as possible.
You're relaxing at home, sizzling sausages and eggs for breakfast as they wander exhaustedly into the kitchen. Ford tiredly comes behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing a chaste kiss to your cheek. In the background, you hear Bill slump onto the table in his human form, whining loudly about being ignored and demanding kisses from both of you.
Overall, it's a perfect morning.



