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The Sun Also Smiles - Chapter 6

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Summary - With Mabel and Dipper's 16th birthday party on the horizon, Grunkle Stan takes to online dating to find a date for the party. Things start to get real weird real fast.

Word Count - 7,875

Pairing(s) - Stan Pines x OC, Candy x Mabel, Dipper x Pacifica

Genre(s): Romance, Comedy, Mystery

A/N: This is a loonnngggggg one at whopping 7.8K worrrrddss!! Pls be gentle w me and the things I've written in this chapter!! I haven't written things of this caliber in a WHILE so I'm still getting used to it :3 The actual plot will pick up in the chapter after this! I promise <3 There is smut in this chapter so please be warned before u go ahead and read this with ur family beside u! LOL Enjoy!

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The date was going extremely well considering how nervous Stan and Solana were when they first saw each other. They looked at plenty of art and commented on the techniques. Stan much more than Solana was expecting. She knew he was artsy but not that he seemed like he actually studied it at one point or another.

There was a moment where Solana and Stan looked too shy to get near each other and Candy noticed.

"Wait here," Candy said as she took out her phone. She immediately started moving in their direction, her head down to pretend like she was on her phone. As she passed them, Candy bumped into Solana to get her to move towards Stan a little more. It worked because Solana stumbled towards him but she straightened up immediately from embarrassment.

Solana's eyes darted around the room to see who bumped into her and before she could get really angry about being bumped into, Stan gently touched her arm.

"Ya okay, toots?" he asked in a concerned tone. "Did ya trip or somethin?" He was looking at her with an expression that was more worried about her wellbeing than telling off whoever it was. Even though he really wanted to. He really, really, really wanted to.

She swallowed hard, blushing and twirling her hair around her middle finger now. "Y-Yeah. I guess I just...lost my balance or something," she lied smoothly. "Happens sometimes," she laughed.

"Ya sure?"

"Yeah, yeah! I'm sure. I'm fine. Might be the shoes or something," she snorted. Her eyes widened when she realized what she did and immediately covered her mouth.

"Cute," Stan mused, trying his best not to smile at just how cute he did find it.

"Shut uuuuup," she whined, nudging him and disrupting his balance a little which caused him to laugh in response.

Candy circled back around to the group and grinned. "My work here is done," she boasted, putting her phone away.

"Nice job!" Mabel whispered as she jumped a little in place excitedly. The girls squealed almost silently together while Maze rolled his eyes.

"Maze, you could stand to loosen up a little, you know," Candy said to him suddenly. "It's just a little fun."

"Yeah, I know. I just don't get all the mushy gushy stuff. That's all," Maze responded with a shrug.

"If Pacifica Northwest were here, he'd say differently," Mabel whispered, not so quietly, to Candy and Grenda.

"You like Pacifica?!" Grenda said loudly just before Maze ran over to her and covered her mouth tightly.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhh! She could be here! Her family loves fancy schmancy events like this," he said as he looked around in a panicked manner.

"You're not denying iiiiiiit," Candy teased, giggling with Mabel.

"W-Well! I-I-" He stuttered, face completely red now. "L-Look! They're moving!" Maze deflected with a motion towards Solana and Stan. The rest of the group looked to where he was pointing and gasped. They started to follow them again.

Solana and Stan were walking through the exhibits and halls when a painting caught Solana's eye. She became almost entranced by it which pulled her towards it. She stood in front of the painting and marveled at its beauty. It was reminiscent of the Rococo art period. It featured a woman in a garden. She was reading. She looked content.

Stan was standing not too far off from her and watching her reaction to this specific painting. He didn't want to disturb her while she was deep in thought. A few more seconds passed before an idea struck him. He quietly and carefully took his phone from his pocket and took a beautifully lit picture of her. He looked back at the picture and smiled at it happily then looked up at her again.

"Ya like that one, toots?" He asked curiously.

She smiled with a simple nod. "It's so...pretty. It reminds me of my favorite art movement. The colors are gorgeous and the brushstrokes are...genius."

"Yeah, I agree with ya," Stan said as he walked closer to her to get a closer look at the painting.

"Wanna take a selfie with me? To celebrate our first date?" Solana asked, grinning at him cutely.

"Uh, I'm not too photogenic but I'll try for ya."

Solana positioned herself next to Stan while taking her phone out of her purse. She opened her camera then reached up and held her hand out flat with her palm up. She seemed to be waiting for something.

"Uh...?" Stan looked at her in confusion. "Hand?" he asked, slowly bringing his hand up.

"Nooooo. Chin," Solana corrected, wiggling her fingers.

"Oh!" Stan leaned down and placed his head in the palm of her hand to which she responded by gently squeezing his jaw.

She took a picture of them in that position then turned to kiss his cheek and took another one. In both pictures, Stan was blushing and smiling crookedly, trying his best to seem cool even though he was freaking out on the inside.

"There," she cooed before kissing his lips briefly. Her phone got a text message, causing Stan to look briefly.

Big Will 💓 said:

wyd babe?

Stan was taken aback by the name and the nature of the text message. Was she being this genuine with someone else? Couldn't be. She seemed way too into him. Maybe she was just good at lying? He wanted to believe in the best in her.

"Oh! One sec," she said as she let go of Stan to check her text message. She responded almost at the speed of light then turned her attention back to Stan.

"Ready to keep going?" She asked sweetly.

Stan rubbed the back of his head. "Yeah. I'm...I'm ready."

Solana noticed how off Stan suddenly was but chose not to mention it for now. "I honestly think we've gone through all the pieces here tonight. I'd be down for that glass of wine if you are," she suggested.

"Yeah. I'm down for that. I feel like I need a drink even though it'll be watered down to hell here," he laughed gently.

"Ah, true," she sighed in defeat. "That sucks."

"It'd probably still be fun just to have the drinks together, ya know?"

"That's true too. Cmon." She grabbed Stan's hand and drug him along.

From afar, the kids were watching the two of them. They'd been following them the entire time, somehow managing to not be seen. How they managed that with four people, they'd never actually know. Maybe Solana and Stan were too into the art to notice or care. Or maybe they were just too into each other.

"Why did his body language change that fast?" Candy whispered to Mabel.

"I'm not sure," Mabel whispered back. "Everything was going well until they decided to take that picture. I wonder what happened."

"Maybe, just maybe, we should stop spying and snooping around," Maze whispered a little louder to the two of them. "Grunkle Stan is a big boy. He can handle himself."

"Yeah but where's the fun in that?" Mabel asked, swatting Maze away.

"Yeah!" Grenda agreed.

"We're already here. We should see it through," Mabel said while nodding. She went to grab Maze's hand to pull him along but she grabbed Candy's hand by accident. When she realized the hand she took was squishier than her brother's hand. She looked down and blushed, feeling stupid. "S-Sorry, Candy."

"I don't mind," Candy reassured with a smile, causing Mabel to blush even more.

Maze noticed that little exchange and made note of it to bring up later when it was just him and Mabel again.

"Where they're going, I don't think we could go," Maze chimed in. "They're going to the wine thing. So with that being said, we should definitely go home. Or just...leave in general."

Mabel sighed dramatically and leaned her head back. "Maaazzzeeeeee. You are being such a bummer right now. I can't believe you."

"Mabel, you gotta admit it to yourself that this is kinda weird," he retorted. "It's also kinda creepy."

Mabel groaned and hunched over sadly. Her entire mood was dampened now.

"Mabel, I'm sorry. I just..." He stopped himself before he could say anything else to make her sadder. There was an air of awkward silence around them now. He rubbed the back of his neck, trying to think of ways to cut the sudden tension.

"We...can go get ice cream? I think the shop by my house is still open?" Candy suggested, rubbing Mabel's arm to give her comfort.

Mabel nodded as she moved closer to Candy's touch for more of the comfort before just moving to give her a hug. "I'd like that."

Candy smiled and hugged her back. "C'mon guys," she said as she put her arm around Mabel's shoulders and pulled her along. Grenda and Maze followed silently behind them, completely forgetting the date at this point.

A couple of glasses of watered down wine later, Solana and Stan were laughing and talking with each other in one of the darker corners of the gallery. Stan completely forgot about why he was upset earlier from being so enamored with this woman. Solana laughed really hard at something Stan said and rested her hand on his chest. She could feel him flexing underneath her touch.

"Oooooh," she cooed playfully. "You're so...solid." Solana giggled and squeezed but stopped when she felt something hard amidst the squishiness of his chest. "What's...What's that?" She asked, trailed her hand to the hardness and pinching it between her fingers.

Stan chuckled. "I uh...I did it on a dare years ago with some friends. They only did one and I wanted to out do em all so I did both," he explained, his face heating up the longer he spoke.

"You..." Solana started, giggling a little. "You got nipple piercings?" She whispered. "My god, can you get any sexier?" Her index finger and thumb squeezed his nipple through his shirt to tease him. He let out a heavy breath through his nose as an attempt to restrain himself. "Ooh, did ya like that one?"

"Alright, alright," Stan laughed. "Don't start somethin ya can't finish."

"Oh, Stanley," Solana started as she started to slide her hand across his chest slowly. "You really think I start stuff I can't finish? Hmm?" She whispered just loud enough for only him to hear.

"W-Well...Now that ya say it," He stammered nervously.

"Yes?" She looked up and batted her eyelashes at him. Her hand continued rubbing his chest as he stood there speechless. "I can stop if it's too much," Solana offered as she began to remove her hand but he swiftly stopped her then held her hand tenderly.

"No," he said firmly. "I...I want this," Stan said in a low tone just for her. "I want ya, toots."

A smile spread across Solana's face at how adamant he seemed. "Would you think I'm a whore if I said I wanted to...ya know..." She licked her lips to emphasize her point.

"Nah. If it makes ya one then it makes me one too. But...I do wanna see what ya feel like," he responded boldly.

"Oh!" She giggled bashfully and looked away from him quickly. It was her turn to blush now. "You're so bad."

"No worse than you are," he teased as he placed his index finger under her chin to make her look at him again. Stan lowered his head to kiss her softly as he held her in place with his free hand by her waist.

Solana instantly melted into the kiss while pressing herself up against him. She moved her hand from his chest to graze the front of his pants to which he flinched. "Sorry," she mumbled into the kiss.

Stan broke the kiss a little to breathe. "Would ya...wanna...head back to my place?"

"What about the kids? I'm...A little loud," Solana admitted shyly.

"Don't ya worry about that, toots. I got ya covered." He kissed her again but briefly with a smile. "Ready to hit the road?"

"I thought you'd never ask, Stanley," she chuckled as she reached up and gently flicked one of his nipples for fun. To watch him squirm. Which he definitely did.

"You're gonna be the death of me," he murmured before taking her hand and leading her out of the gallery.

Solana followed him giddily. She was very much excited for this and she hoped Stan was just as excited. He was much more closed off than she was so it was hard to tell at some points.

Once they reached the car, Stan unlocked and opened the door for Solana. She gave him a look that was surprised but hot and ready at the same time. Without hesitation, she got into the car and Stan closed the door. He subtly hurried over to his side of the car and got in. Just as he was about to start the car, Solana reached over and grabbed Stan's thigh near his crotch.

"Since it's dark right now, your windows are lightly tinted, and we're in a little bit of a secluded place, would you wanna..." She squeezed his thigh, hoping he'd get the hint. Unfortunately for Solana, he didn't.

"Wanna what?" he asked in a nervous tone.

"I was thinkin we could warm up a little and make the ride to your place a little more intense. Make us both want more?"

Though it was dark, the redness radiating from Stan's face could still subtly be seen through it. "Y-Yeah. I...I wouldn't mind."

"Lean your seat back a little," Solana said as she tossed her flowers and her purse to the backseat. As she did that, Stan did as she asked. For extra measure, she even kicked her shoes off on her side so they'd be a little more comfortable. Once Stan was settled into his seat, Solana climbed over to him and straddled him on her knees. She hiked her ankle length dress up to her mid thigh to get flush against him.

"I'm a connoisseur of the art of dry humping," she said simply as she met Stan's gaze. After a few more seconds of Stan's stunned silence, he gripped what bare thigh he could feel through the darkness. He seemed eager enough but needed a little bit of help opening up.

"You okay?" Solana asked in a caring tone as she reached up and held his cheek. "If it's too much, I can stop," she offered. The offer was met with a tighter grip to her thigh as if to tell her to stop suggesting that. "I need you to speak, Stanley."

"I'm fine. I want this. I promise," he said in a serious tone, nodding in the process.

Solana smiled at him then wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her breasts up against his chest. They were so close that it almost forced him to bury his face in them. She smelled so good. Like spicy cinnamon almost. It was driving him to the brink which caused him to harden underneath her. She felt every single bit of it and it excited her to know that he definitely was enjoying this.

"Wow. Someone's excited." She couldn't help but giggle at the thought of him being too shy to say anything. She figured she'd have to do all the dirty talk for the both of them. The urge to coax it out of him was growing and she couldn't hold it in anymore.

"Why don't you tell me what you're gonna do to me at your place? Hm?" She asked as she started to lightly grind her hips against his.

Stan hissed at the contact and warmth he could feel through her very thin panties. His hands couldn't grip her thighs any tighter for fear of leaving bruises on her that she definitely did not need or want. Or so he thought. He was so speechless and couldn't think of what to say as she continued the movement while looking him directly in his eyes. He couldn't look away from her. Her biting her bottom lip while doing what she was doing was making him harder and harder.

"Fuck," he choked out, pressing his hips up against her, lifting her up slightly. "Godddd," Stan grunted as he trailed his hands up her thighs and to her hips so he couldn't give her any more of a bruise than she was already going to get.

"Stanley," she said in a soft but sultry voice. "Words. I need them. Focus for me, baby."

"Fuckin hell, how am I supposed to focus when you're..."

"When I'm what?" she asked as she smiled deviously.

"God, toots. I'm gonna literally fuck ya into another dimension when I get my hands on ya," he admitted through gritted teeth.

"I'd love to see that happen, Stanley," she panted gently, feeling herself starting to lightly soak her panties. She shifted her body to where she was straddling one of Stan's thighs. "I want you to watch me get off." Stan nodded quickly, doing as she asked. She grinded against his thigh in simple but fluid motions while letting out quiet whines of pleasure.

Stan was completely hard at this point and he couldn't take it anymore. He leaned up and kissed her forcefully then forced her hips to meet with his again.

"I don't wanna watch. I wanna participate," he said against their kisses. "Not really a hands off kinda guy."

Solana giggled into the kisses while whining every so often. "I want it so bad, Stanley," she panted, moving in tandem with Stan's movements at this point. She leaned her head back to try and fully process the pleasure she was getting from this. Just as she was about to be sent over the edge, Stan planted kisses against her neck. The gruff of his beard against her skin sent her into overdrive. His breath was warm but it hitched every so often when he'd hear a particular kind of sound come from her.

"Ya seem like the kinda gal that likes to take control," he whispered against her soft skin. "I wanna change that."

Solana blushed at his words and almost immediately came from the stimulation. A shuddering gasp left her mouth as her thighs clenched around Stan, letting him know that she liked the idea of that. She loved the idea of this whole thing in actuality but she'd never admit it. Yet.

"S-Sorry," she said, her face hot from embarrassment.

"Sorry for what, toots? Cummin? Isn't that the whole point of this?" Stan chuckled warmly.

"Y-Yeah but..." Solana looked away, feeling the hotness overtake her entire body now.

"I liked hearin your sounds. Of course a babe like you has the sexiest sounds," he complimented before he started placing kisses all over her chest then up her neck then to her jawline until he reached her mouth. He planted one long kiss on her lips. Once he finished the kiss, he pulled away from her face to get a load of her. She was almost glowing.

"Cmon," Stan said as he patted the side of her thigh to get her to move back to her seat. She was all twisted up in his lap but she managed to crawl her way back into the passenger seat then sat down and crossed her legs. She put her seatbelt on as an afterthought. "I hope I didn't ruin this perfectly cute pair of panties."

"It'd be your own fault if ya did," Stan laughed, adjusting his seat at the same time so he could be in his perfect driving position. He popped his seatbelt on too to make her feel better. Usually he didn't wear his but he did whenever there were people other than Ford in the car, even though he'd rage and protest every single time about it.

"Yeah, yeah. I knoooooow," Solana huffed playfully, folding her arms across her chest to pout cutely.

"Adorable," Stan mumbled to himself before starting the car. He put his hand behind the headrest behind Solana's head then pulled out of the spot and drove off. When Stan did that, Solana could feel butterflies flutter not just in her stomach but...other regions...as well. It was sexy to her.

During their ride back to the shack, Solana had slyly placed her hand on Stan's thigh to squeeze every now and then. He reached down and grabbed her hand to hold it instead. It wasn't that he didn't want her to touch him that way. He just wanted to display his own type of affection too.

Solana smiled at this action, loving how solid but rough his hand felt. It was definitely the hand of someone who's worked hard throughout his life. She would look at Stan every now and then during the drive to watch his face while he drove. He seemed...content. She couldn't help but cuddle closer to him before she laid her head on his shoulder. This was nice. Even just sitting there in silence with him gave her butterflies.

The ride seemed to be over just as it began. Doesn't seem like Stan lived too far from the gallery. Even so, in just that short ride, Solana still managed to fall asleep on Stan's shoulder. She'd been working all day plus having a date soon after tired her out.

"Solana?" Stan called out softly once he parked. He looked down at her and smiled then used his left hand to reach over and cup her cheek. "Hey toots," he said, rubbing his thumb across her skin.

"Hmm?" She responded in her sleep. She was awake enough to hear him but not to move.

"We're here."

Solana slowly opened her eyes to see the shack right in front of the windshield. She inhaled slowly and sat up, still holding Stan's hand. "Fuck. I didn't mean to fall asleep," she chuckled to herself.

"S'alright. I don't mind. You're even cuter when you're sleepin," he admired.

"You're just sayin that," she laughed, rubbing her eyes. "Ah! Fuck! I forgot I have makeup onnnnn," she whined as she turned to look at Stan's arm. She could faintly see residue from her makeup against the black fabric of Stan's shirt. "Nooooooo. I got makeup all over your nice shirt."

"Don't worry 'bout it," he said, trying to reassure her. "It'll come out. I'll ask my niece how she gets makeup outta her clothes. She's the expert on it now apparently. Makeup, I mean."

"That's really cute. She's finding herself," Solana noted.

"Yeah," Stan said with a nod. "Ready?"

Solana let go of Stan's hand to lean down and grab her shoes to slip them back on. Immediately after, she popped her seatbelt off then reached into the backseat to get her purse and flowers.

"Ready," she said cutely with a smile.

Stan grinned at her then took his seatbelt off too and got out of the car. He adjusted his clothes while he made his way over to the passenger door. He pulled it open and waited for Solana.

She scooted to the edge of the seat with a grunt. "Good god. Your car sits so low. How do you do this?" Solana laughed as he offered her a sincere hand. She looked at his hand before taking it firmly. He helped her out of the car and to her feet then steadied her carefully.

"I dunno, toots. Think I'm just used to it," he said honestly with a nonchalant expression.

"Jeez. Maybe one day I'll get used to it?" Solana hinted with a wink up at him as he closed the door.

Stan made a soft but surprised noise at that. His cheeks started flushing yet again. "Maybe," he said simply with a sense of hope in his voice that he hoped was conveyed correctly. He held out his hand for her to take -- she kindly obliged.

There was faint rustling in bushes behind them, causing Solana to jump and move closer to Stan. She squeezed his hand for comfort in the process.

"S'alright. Prolly just a snadger," he joked.

She looked at him, bewildered. "A snadger?"

"Oh, toots, the things I gotta tell ya." He pulled her along to the mystery shack door. He dropped her hand but for a second to unlock and open the door then immediately picked her hand back up. As he gently led her through the door, she looked around curiously. This was his house? It looked...scary...through the darkness. There were so many things in there she couldn't make heads or tails of. Mostly because everything didn't have both a head and a tail.

"Hey," Stan said softly, trying to get her attention. "It's okay. I can explain it better durin the day. Don't worry." He walked with her over to the snack machine to input the not so secret code in before a quiet hissing sound erupted from behind it.

"Are you..." She swallowed hard. "Are you gonna kill me?"

Stan couldn't help but laugh even though she was serious. "Toots, I promise, I'm not gonna hurt ya. I swear on my niece and nephew's heads," he said as he made a cross over his heart.

Solana's hand started shaking as he spoke. She trusted him but that still didn't subside the anxiety she was feeling in her chest. Stan squeezed her hand to give her reassurance, turning to fully open the secret door to let her through first.

"Just go down the steps. I gotta close this," he instructed in an even tone so he didn't spook her further.

She nodded slowly, following what he said and going down the stairs. Once she reached the bottom, she beheld the largest -- and probably the most illegal -- science lab she's ever witnessed.

"What the fuuuuccckkkkk," she whispered to herself. "Is this...yours?"

"Yeah and no," he responded as he descended the stairs behind her. "I've worked in it the last 30 years but my nerd ass brother built it. I come down here occasionally to get on his nerves while he works countless hours."

"On...what?" He gently took the flowers from her in the midst of her confusion. She almost didn't notice.

"Who the hell even knows anymore," Stan laughed, walking past her when she wasn't looking. He went into a secluded area Ford set up for him to sleep in since they've been back. It was practically an entire bedroom at this point.

"S-Stan? Where'd you go?" She asked, looking around for him. She turned around slowly to see if she could find him. Once she started another circle while walking, she turned around but stopped when she was facing the doorway into where Stan went. Her jaw dropped before she started laughing at the sight before her.

Stan was laying on his side shirtless in the bed Ford had with one of the roses from the bouquet in his mouth. He grinned like a jackass at the same time. "Come here often?" he asked in a muffled voice from the stem in his mouth.

The room was lit by those cool electricity lamps that moved around when you touched them. It cast a myriad of blues, pinks, and purples throughout the room, making it oddly cozy. It was so cheesy that it was cute.

Solana was giggling so hard that her cheeks were red. She was almost breathless. Not from thinking anything negative about the encounter. She just thought this type of thing only existed in movies and books.

"Not tooooo often, but I'd like to change that," she cooed sweetly as she walked into the room and stood at the foot of the bed.

He patted the spot in front of him on the bed, beckoning her forward. He dropped the rose from his mouth. "I'd like that too, toots," he said as he sat up and scooted to the edge of the bed where Solana was standing. He placed his hands on her hips to pull her flush against him with his face practically sitting in her cleavage again.

"Are you..." She took a deep breath in before asking this. "Is your heart healthy enough for this? Pussy's too bomb and all, you know?" she joked with a smile as she reached up and held his face with both of her hands.

Stan couldn't help but laugh at that. "Yeah, I'm alright. I ran a mile at full speed earlier. I'm good."

"Ooooh, that's so impressive," she cooed before placing a kiss on his lips briefly. Just as she was about to pull her lips away from him, he moved forward and kissed her again but longer this time. Solana slipped her purse off of her shoulder and tossed it behind Stan on the bed.

His hands moved up her body slowly to search for a zipper of some sort on her dress. He knew she didn't have a bra on, which was the best thing in the world to him at that moment. Those bitches were confusing as hell. Once he found what he was looking for, he pulled at it, asking for permission.

She panted softly into kisses, deepening them the longer they went at it. Her hands went to reach around to unzip it for him but he stopped her and pulled away from the kiss. She followed his lips slightly, wanting more.

"I don't want ya to lift a finger. I wanna take care of ya. If that s'alright with ya," he admitted.

Solana was staring down into his eyes as he spoke. She was so eager to get going so she agreed. Her hands returned to cradle Stan's face as he made quick work of her zipper. The dress didn't drop immediately because they were pressed so close together but he managed to yank it down carefully without ripping anything on it. She helped it to the floor, allowing the sleeves to slip off of her arms at the same time.

Almost immediately, Stan moved his hands to her breasts and squeezed. They were incredibly soft. He wondered...

He peered up at her and moved his mouth forward to place one of her nipples in his mouth. As soon as it was in his mouth, Stan swirled his tongue around the nub to harden it. His hand was massaging the other breast as he did this. He wanted to see if it did anything for her.

Solana was biting on her bottom lip hard so she could resist the urge to jump his bones right then and there. As Stan was sucking on her nipple, she was restraining herself from making any noise. She used her right hand to cover her mouth and close her eyes to enjoy the sensation. How he knew that she was into this type of thing, she'd never fully know.

A few more seconds passed before Stan released her nipple and smiled up at her. "Ya can make all the noise ya want down here toots. Completely soundproof down here," he explained as he gently took her and laid her down on the bed on her back. Without missing a beat, he was hovering over her and kissing her with more passion this time.

While they kissed, Stan situated himself between her legs and rested her thighs on his hips. He reached down and managed to pop Solana's shoes off of her feet to which a loud CLUNK followed right after from hitting the floor. He broke the kiss to admire her flustered expression. There was a string of saliva that connected their mouths still but she remedied that by sticking out her tongue and licking it up, licking his lips in the process.

"Mmm, how sweet." She grinned up at him. Without a second thought, he returned the grin.

"I wonder if I'm still any good at this," he said mostly to himself.

"Good at what?"

"Uhh..." He blushed hard as hell now. "S'better if I show ya." Stan backed up on his knees away from her to back off of the bed. He used both of his hands to suddenly pull her to the edge of the bed which caused her to let out a surprised yelp.

"Fucking hell, Stan," she laughed, still shocked.

"Can ya call me Stanley?" There was a bit of seriousness in his voice when he made the request.

"Oh! Yeah. I can do that for you, Stanley," she emphasized with a smile.

"Thanks. I really appreciate it," he said gratefully as he got down on his knees. He placed his face in front of her panties then gripped both of her thighs. A deep sound that could only be interpreted as pleasure, emitted from his throat when he felt just how delectably soft her thighs were. Stan placed two delicate kisses on the inside of her thighs.

"Your panties really are cute," he complimented with a laugh.

Solana blushed and covered her face from being flustered. "T-Thanks."

Stan gingerly reached up and slipped her panties off in one swift motion, dropping them to the floor. He looked at her and marveled at how intricately kept her hair was. "Damn, I need to go where you go for landscapin," he joked, hoping it'd lessen her embarrassment.

She let out a laugh and squeezed his head gently with her legs. "Shut up," she said with no real bite to her tone.

As soon as he finished admiring her, he reached up and spread her lips to reveal that special little bundle of nerves. He leaned down and flicked his tongue over it, causing her thighs to twitch in response.

"Whew," she chuckled. "Been a while," she admitted.

"S'alright. Been a while for me too." He pointed his tongue and flicked over the core a few more times, forcing Solana to let out moans that sounded exactly like music to his ears. As he was tending to her, his right hand came up to slowly slip one finger into her. Solana all but melted at the pleasure she was experiencing from just this. She was almost sopping wet. She just needed that one thing to send her over the edge.

Stan's finger was covered in her juices which allowed him to slip a second finger in. Solana clenched around his fingers repeatedly, loving the stimulation. He never once stopped the action with his tongue as he started to finger fuck her.

"S-Stanley," she moaned out, grabbing his hair with her right hand. There was a heat pooling in the pit of her stomach. Her head was swimming too. The way he was manhandling her was making her crave the main course. She wanted it. She wanted it. She wanted it. The heat continued to build which caused her to push against Stan's tongue and fingers for more.

"I want you," she was barely able to gasp. "I want it, I want it, I waaaant it," she whined, grinding on his face to emphasize the last one.

Stan pulled away from her and removed his fingers from her. He stood up, with slight difficulty, and stood between her legs. He rubbed the front of his pants as he eyed her with half lidded eyes.

"Ya want it?" he asked as he maneuvered his pants open and dropped them to the ground. Stan kicked them to the side and pulled Solana closer to him since she'd inched her way up the bed a bit.

"Ya got it, toots," he said with the most perfect shit eating grin she'd ever seen him give her.

She marveled at his stature in complete, stunned silence. He had a stomach but was still oddly built like a brickhouse. Maybe he wasn't joking about still boxing from time to time. His shoulders sat wide, his body hair spread out across his chest, stomach and arms respectively. It was a nice silver color, the same as his hair. His nipple rings sparkled so beautifully in the light that it made her want him exponentially more.

"You don't have to be gentle with me," she said in more of a request sort of tone rather than a statement. "I can take it."

"Yeah? We'll see." Stan pulled his boxers down to his mid thigh, causing his dick to spring out of it's confines. He hissed slightly at the motion as he started stroking himself to bring it to life even more. Watching Stan touch himself made Solana squeeze her thighs against his hips. She was sopping wet at this point and Stan would have zero problem slipping in now.

"Fuck, that's hot," she breathed, laughing a little. "Go a little faster?"

Stan looked down at her with excitement. So she was a little bit of a voyeur, huh? He could work with that. He did as she asked and started stroking himself a little faster to see what she'd do.

A soft moan could be heard from her, her eyes fixed on him and his motions. She reached down between her thighs to pleasure herself at the sight. More sounds emitted from her lips the longer Stan touched himself. He reached down with his free hand to grab the hand that was pleasuring Solana then pinned it to the bed. He was hovering over her now, looking straight into her eyes with a smirk.

"It's hot ya get off to this, toots," he said as he started rubbing the tip of his dick up and down Solana's wet lips.

"Y-Yeah?" She squeezed her thighs again, relishing in the sensation he was giving her.

"Yeah. Ya ready?" he asked as he started holding her hand, still having it pinned to the bed. She responded with a quick nod to which he gave a grin.

He lined himself up with her and pushed into her slowly so they both could get used to it. They both let out a moan of relief in unison once he was fully seated into her. Stan moved his hand to grip onto Solana's hip to keep her in place.

"Fuck," Solana breathed, clenching around him repeatedly.

"'Fuck' yourself, toots," he groaned. He pulled his hips back, almost pulling all the way out, then thrusted into her gently, causing her breasts to shake. Solana let out a heavy breath through her nose, trying to keep her composure.

Once they both got acclimated to each other, Stan quickened his pace, forcing slapping sounds to echo in the air of the small room they were in. The slapping sounds were accompanied by the both of them moaning their praises for each other with every single thrust.

Solana reached down and grabbed at Stan's hand on her hip for support while he pounded her into the bed. She started moaning Stan's name with each thrust which made him get a little rougher with his approach. He used the hand he had situated on her hip to dig his fingers into her soft skin. Every thrust made her moan louder and louder, borderline screaming. Stan could feel heat on the back of his neck the closer he got to his release.

For an added flair to the pleasure, Solana moved her hand from Stan's to start rubbing her clit. There was too much pleasure being passed between the two of them for either of them to speak a coherent sentence. They each would start to say something but stop in the middle of it to let out sounds they're sure nobody else has ever heard from them before.

"S-Stanley, I'm so close," Solana whined, clenching her eyes shut. That familiar feeling was pooling in her stomach once more the longer Stan fucked her.

"M-Me too, toots," he stammered while panting. Stan spread Solana's legs so he could lean forward and get better control of his thrusts. He leaned down and kissed her deeply. She instantly returned the kiss' passion and depth without hesitation. Her hands maneuvered their way to Stan's face to pull him even closer than he already was. The moans she let out against his lips only fueled his energy, causing him to become sloppy with his thrusts.

Solana's end was finally here. She broke the kiss to lean her head back against the bed to moan loudly as she came.

"There ya go, babe. You did so good. I'm proud of ya," he praised through her orgasm. Stan started leaving soft yet fluttering kisses all over her neck and chest as he stopped moving to feel her clench around him repeatedly. When she stopped clenching, he pulled out and sat up to look at her. She looked as though she experienced the perfect bliss. This expression on her face made him blush shyly. He did that. He made her look like that. There was a certain brand of pride he was feeling.

He immediately started pumping himself while watching her.

"Talk me through it, toots?" he breathed. She hummed in response, inhaling slowly as she thought about what she wanted to say to him.

"I fuckin loved taking all of you in," she started, looking up at him with halfway sleepy eyes. "I wish I wasn't too tired to ride the fuck out of you right now because I would. I love your dick so much. It made me feel so good."

"Yeah?" Stan panted, getting closer to his climax as he stroked faster.

"Yes sir," she purred softly, reaching up and grabbing her breasts to massage them. Hearing her say that sent him over the edge, causing him to cum all over her stomach and thighs messily.

"Fuck," he grunted as his face turned red, completely bashful now. He hissed while pumping himself dry over her. "Ah, that really did somethin for me, toots."

"What?"

"The 'yes sir' thing," he said, shyness evident in his voice. Solana smiled tiredly and slowly sat up to, somewhat, meet his gaze.

"It's okay, handsome. We all have our kinks. I can definitely say it more for you if you want," she said in a flirty tone.

"I'd like that a lot," he admitted before pecking her lips softly. "I'm big on aftercare, so lemme take care of ya for a sec." Stan backed up from her to reach down and pull his boxers up. "Be right back." He turned and left the room.

Solana was sitting there in complete silence, wondering what he was going to be doing as aftercare. She looked around for her purse and smiled when she saw it at the top of the bed. She moved carefully to get it so none of the cum would spill anywhere else. Just another thing for them to feel embarrassed about since this didn't seem like a room that would have been solely Stan's. After yanking the purse over to her, Solana pulled out her phone to see a few texts but especially one from Chip.

Dickhead McGee said:

I need you to come in early tomorrow.

A heavy sigh left her mouth as she leaned her head back in frustration.

"Why me," she whispered to herself. "I don't even work tomorrow," she whispered angrily now. "Fuck me." Truly, she wished he'd actually look at the schedules he makes instead of making up whatever he wants on the fly. It was...frustrating. She decided not to answer the text so she could feign ignorance tomorrow when he inevitably calls.

She looked at her other texts and they were all from the same person.

Big Will 💓 said:

I miss yooouuuu babe 😞

Big Will 💓 said:

You're ignoring meeeeeeeee

Big Will 💓 said:

You want me to diiieeeeeee?! 😩🥺

Solana rolled her eyes and laughed at the messages before responding to them. Just as she was sending her responses, Stan came back with a warm and wet towel with a cup of ice water.

"Lemme clean ya up," he said with a kind smile. He sat the cup down on a table beside the bed then returned to her side. Stan started wiping her down carefully so he didn't accidentally hurt her. Once he was satisfied with this, he went to grab the cup and handed it to her.

"Oh, Stanley. You didn't have to do all of this for me."

"I said I'm big on aftercare. So it's required."

Solana sighed playfully. "Fiiiiine," she chuckled before drinking some of the water.

"Ya should probably pee too," he reminded gently.

"Ah fuck," she groaned as she stood up. "Where's the bathroom?"

"Go out and to the right. Ya can't miss it."

"Thanks, cutie." Solana hurried off to the bathroom because she was freezing her ass off in that sterile ass laboratory air.

Stan laughed then laid the towel across a chair that was in the corner of the room. He walked back to the bed and pulled the blanket back on the side he wanted to lay on and laid down on his back. He started thinking and couldn't shake the memory of the text message he accidentally saw on Solana's phone earlier. Was he just game for her? Was this Will guy? He really wanted to ask but they didn't have enough of a foundation for him to ask something like that yet. He supposed he'd find out sooner or later. Good or bad.

The longer he sat with his thoughts in the silence, the sleepier he got. Before he realized it, Stan was asleep. When Solana returned, she smiled warmly at the sight of him asleep. It was probably past the poor guy's bedtime, she thought. She felt like she'd have to apologize later for keeping him up so late.

She climbed into the bed and quickly got under the blanket so she could warm up. Her movement disturbed Stan's sleep. He didn't mind. He reached under the blanket to pull her closer to him.

"Jeez, toots. You're freezin," he grumbled in his half awake state. He pulled the blanket over himself and pulled her closer to him fully so her head was laying on his chest. She cuddled up to him almost immediately not only for the warmth but she wanted to be next to him so badly. "Sorry. The wetness of the towel probably didn't help any," he murmured into her hair.

"It's okay. You didn't know. Plus just walking around stark ass naked doesn't do me any favors either," she laughed.

He laughed through his nose quietly. "True. Was everything to your likin?" he asked curiously, opening one of his eyes to look down at her.

"Yeah, of course. Tonight was great. I loved every moment of it. You're a great date," she said honestly with a smile as she looked up at him peeking at her. He closed his eye quickly when she caught on and laughed at himself.

"You're not so bad yourself, toots," he chuckled. "I hope...we get...to..." Stan trailed off slowly, falling back to sleep against his will.

"I gotcha," she cooed sweetly before placing a gentle kiss on his cheek. Solana cuddled up to him even more and draped her leg across Stan. "Good night," she said quietly.

"Mmm," Stan said in his sleep, starting to snore quietly.

#gravity falls #gravity falls fandom #stanley pines #original character #Stan Pines x OC #online dating #Mabel Pines #Dipper Pines #stanford pines #fanfiction #fanfic #romance #ocs #oc insert #self insert #self indulgent #bill cipher

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Gravity Falls Headers!

This is my first time posting one of these things, but requests are open! I’ll most likely post icons/pfps soon, too!

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Don’t laugh at me 🫵🏾

Self indulgence has been amazing so far. This moment is from an unreleased chapter of my GF fanfic, The Sun Also Smiles.

Me n Stan 🥰😍😌☺️ heehee 🤭

#gravity falls #fanfic #fanart #fanfiction #art #grunkle stan #stanley pines #stanley pines x oc #stan x oc #oc #oc art

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pichiru · 1 month ago

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billford animatic i made to the song 'confrontation'! ^^

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The Sun Also Smiles - Chapter 5

Chapters - [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7]

Summary - With Mabel and Dipper's 16th birthday party on the horizon, Grunkle Stan takes to online dating to find a date for the party. Things start to get real weird real fast.

Word Count - 3,582

Pairing(s) - Stan Pines x OC

Genre(s): Romance, Comedy, Mystery

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“Sixer, is this really necessary?” Stan panted as he was running on a treadmill in their lab. He was keeping up just fine but of course he was a little winded. Being on a boat nonstop for two years will do that to you.

“Yes, it’s extremely necessary because I don’t want to wake up tomorrow morning and hear that my brother died from over exerting himself if he…” Ford cleared his throat with his fist over his mouth. “Happens to “get lucky” the night before.”

“Why do ya talk about sex like you’re the kids’ ages? Like ya don’t sneak off in the dead of night to be with Fiddleford,” Stan said loudly, unable to control the volume of his voice from running so much.

“Shut it!” Ford snapped as his face reddened from Stan’s words. He was completely unaware that his brother knew about that and now he was self conscious.

Stan cheesed, pleased with himself that he outed his brother the same way he outed him to the kids. “How much longer do I gotta run?? I gotta take another shower cuz of ya!”

“You should wanna freshen up before a date. Anyways, you can stop at any time. Nobody told you to run. I told you to just get on the treadmill. You’re the one who started running like there were demons chasing you,” Ford said in a snide tone.

“Oh for fuck’s sake…” Stan growled, immediately turning the treadmill down to a comfortable speed before hopping off. “Are your tests conclusive?” He asked as he went to the fridge that was in the lab. Ford spent long hours down here since they were back and Stan thought to get a fridge installed so he could stay hydrated at least. He saw a jug of water and sighed in relief.

“Yeah, yeah,” Ford said with his back to Stan, waving his hand dismissively. “You’ll do just fine if you get lucky tonight. I have no doubts. Just watch that your heart doesn’t start feeling funny,” he explained while he wrote on a piece of paper.

Meanwhile, Stan was chugging the water and let out a loud sigh then burped loudly. He put the half finished jug in the fridge and closed it. He wiped his mouth followed by his forehead to get rid of what sweat he could for the moment.

“If I do get lucky, can I bring her down here? Don’t wanna scar the kids. Not somethin they need to be around honestly,” he half joked.

“Yeah, sure,” Ford said, waving his hand again. He wasn’t paying attention in the slightest anymore. He was too focused on what he was doing to hear any of what Stan was saying.

“Loser says, yeah?” Stan said quickly.

“Yea- Oh, good grief,” Ford groaned, putting his head in his hand in defeat. Stan’s obnoxious laughter could be heard receding as he went upstairs to get ready for his date.

Mabel was sitting in Stan’s recliner when he came up from the lab. He walked into the living room.

“Hiiii, Grunkle Stan,” she said cutely.

“Hi, Pumpkin,” he said, ruffling her hair affectionately as he walked past her. “Bein good?”

“As alwaaayyyssss,” Mabel said with a grin.

“Good. Take care of your brother tonight for me, alright? He seems like he needs a lot of support right now.” Stan started up the steps then stopped and looked at Mabel.

“Can I ask you somethin?”

“Anything for yooouuuuu!” She chirped happily.

“What should I get her for our first date?” He asked shyly, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm,” Mabel hummed for what felt like centuries.

“Cmon kid, I ain’t got all day,” he said playfully.

“She looks like the type to enjoy flowers if they were very specific flowers,” she said honestly.

“Specific flowers?” Stan asked, intrigued by this thought process now.

“Yeah like don’t get her just any old bouquet of random flowers. I’ve seen rose and sunflower bouquets. The red and yellow look soooooooooooo good together. Also! She just seems like a sunflower kinda lady. You know that special fact about sunflowers right?”

“No?” Stan said in a tone that gave his confusion away immediately.

“Sunflowers always face the sun no matter what. And I think, if I remember correctly, if there’s no sun, they face each other. So you could be all corny, hand her the bouquet, and say, “wow! I didn’t know you were the sun with the way these sunflowers are facing you!” Or something like that,” Mabel mimicked in her best Stan voice.

Stan stared at her with a deadpan expression, not buying it in the least bit. “I’ll get her the flowers but there’s no way in hell I’m sayin all that.”

“Why nootttttt! It’s cute! I think she’d appreciate it!” she pouted cutely.

“I think she’d laugh me out of house and home,” Stan chuckled.

“Noooooo! She’s really nice! I don’t think she’d do that to you,” she said, nodding to emphasize her point.

“If you say so kid. Anyway, I’m gonna go get dressed. Don’t let the tv or the phone rot your brain,” Stan said, walking up the stairs.

“Suuuurrreeee!” She said before whipping her phone out immediately and texting the group chat she had with Grenda and Candy.

Mabel said:

Guuuuyyysssss

Candy said:

What’s up Mabel!

Mabel said:

My Grunkle Stan is going on a date tonight and I kinda wanna spy on them 😼😽

Grenda said:

Spy on them?? How would you do that?

Mabel said:

Welllllllllll the driving age is 16 here and Candy is 16,,,,,,,,,,and she has her driver’s license,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

Mabel said:

😼😼😼

Candy said:

I don’t think my parents would let me drive this late in the day

Mabel said:

That’s why yooouuuuuuuuu sneak ouuuuttttt. Just this one time! Please please please please please please pleeeeaaaassseeeeeeereeee 🙏🏻

Candy said:

Sighhhhhhhhh fine. This one ☝🏻 (1) time

Grenda said:

OOOOOOH SPY MISSION SPY MISSION!!!

Mabel said:

Operation Date Night is a go 😈

Mabel hopped up from the chair then hurried up to her and Maze's bedroom. "Maze! Maze, Maze, Maze!" She repeated excitedly but enough to where Stan couldn't hear if he happened to be listening too hard.

"Whaaaaaaaat?" Maze asked in an annoyed tone. He was laying on his bed and reading a comic book when Mabel jumped on his bed.

"Wanna go on a spy mission with me and the girls?" she asked as she got extremely close to Maze's face. Her nose was pressed against his cheek which made her breathe heavily on him over and over again.

"A spy mission? Who are you spying on?" he asked, looking out of the corner of his eye so he didn't move to look at her.

"Grunkle Staaaaaannnnnnnn."

Maze fully turned his head to look at his insanity driven sister. "Mabel, isn't that a little...extreme?"

"Well yeah but don't you wanna make sure that this lady isn't some weirdo freak?" She retorted simply. "I wanna make sure Grunkle Stan is happy and taken care of in his old...er...age. That's all."

Maze sighed heavily. "Okay, even if I agreed to go along with this insane plan, how would we even get there?"

"Candy has her license," Mabel said in a singsong voice as she grinned from ear to ear.

He stared at Mabel for what seemed like 117 business days. "Fine," he said simply. "But if this goes downhill for us, I'm gonna say I told you so. Deal?"

Mabel laughed at that. "Deal!"

"Do you even know where they're going?" he asked.

"I asked Grunkle Ford and he said that they're going to some...wine tasting event at the art gallery. I dunno. Adults are weird," she explained.

"Huh. I knew Grunkle Stan was the artsy type but I didn't think he'd share that so readily with someone he just met. I only found out from Grunkle Ford recently in a correspondence from when they were out on their voyage."

"Mhm, mhm," she responded, nodding her head with her arms folded across her chest thoughtfully. "I'm gonna tell Candy to come get us after Grunkle Stan leaves. I know exactly which gallery they're going to. It's so nice from what I remember."

"Okay. Come get me when they're here and you're ready," Maze said, giving her a quick nod before going back to reading his comic book.

"You're the best little brother I could ever ask for!" Mabel said as she tackle hugged him.

"Hey, hey! Easy on the little stuff!" He said in a strained voice, starting to blush.

"I thought you were over that stuff??"

"Sometimes," he grumbled in response.

"Maze, you're always gonna be the little brother. You just have to learn to live with it at this point," Mabel teased, poking his side which caused him to flinch from being ticklish in that spot.

"Yeah, yeah. Sure," he laughed gently.

About an hour passed before Stan emerged from his room. There was a tolerable smell of cologne wafting off of him and his hair was done perfectly to his standards. He had on a black button up shirt with a fancier than usual, but still simple, gold chain adorned around his neck. His pants were simple but he definitely put on his best pair of shoes for this event. He even put in some old earrings he forgot he had.

Nobody ever really noticed except Ford because his hair was shaggy majority of the time but Stan had six piercings. Three on each ear. One on each lobe and two going up the outsides of his ears. There were two gold hoops and four gold studs. The man even shaped up his beard of all things. He felt amazing and most of all, ecstatic, about this date.

"Kids?" Stan called to the twins in the hallway. "I'm headin out! Be nice and try not to kill each other. Take care of Ford too!" he yelled out to them as he started down the hall to go down the stairs.

"Grunkle Stan!!" Quick and heavy footsteps could be heard closing the space behind Stan. Mabel held up her closed fist at him with her fingers facing upwards. "Give these to her," she said sweetly.

Stan turned to see what Mabel was going on about. "What is it?" he asked with a quirked eyebrow as he stared at her closed hand.

Mabel opened her hand to reveal a pair of well made conversation heart earrings that read, "Be Mine" and "Sweetheart". One was yellow and the other was pink. "She seems like a conversation heart kinda gal. Tell her you commissioned me for these and watch how fast she swoons," she suggested with a wink.

Stan stared at the earrings then took them from her gently. He smiled at the gesture and closed his hand around them. "Thanks, Pumpkin. Appreciate this a lot." He leaned down and kissed the top of her head.

She giggled and blushed shyly. "Let me know how she likes them!!"

"I will. Solana's an artist too and I know she'll appreciate how much work ya put into this, kid." Stan smiled at her gratefully while he patted the top of her head lovingly.

Her eyes sparkled at that fact. "I'd love to see her work some time!"

"I'm sure she wouldn't mind showin ya. Just be patient, yeah?"

Mabel nodded quickly, pursing her lips at the same time. "I got ya!" She winked at him.

"Okay, I gotta get goin," he said as he checked the flashy time piece he had on his left arm. "Don't wanna be late to my first date in years." He chuckled. A date. That felt funny to say out loud.

"Yeah! Gogogoogogogogo!" She urged eagerly, pushing him to go down the stairs faster. "I wanna hear all about it when you get home!"

Stan laughed to himself. As if he'd tell her every single thing. Especially if things were to get a little heated like they did earlier at the store. He made it to the bottom of the stairs intact, no thanks to Mabel still pushing him. She didn't stop until they were at the front door. "Gooooooooo!"

"I'm goin, I'm goin!" he snorted, opening the door to leave. "Be good, kid." Stan closed the door behind himself and walked to his car.

Mabel whipped out her phone immediately and texted the new group chat that she'd made with Maze, Candy, and Grenda.

Mabel said:

Guys. Operation Date Night is a go. 😈

Candy said:

Got it. On my way. 🚗

Grenda said:

I'M SO EXCITED!! 🗣

Maze said:

Ready as I can be to spy on my grunkle

On the drive to the gallery, Stan sang along to the radio to every song that played. Either he listened to the radio too much or they needed to find new songs to play for once. Maybe it was both. He didn't really care either way. It was a way to work off the nerves he was feeling the closer he got to the gallery.

He'd already met her and kissed her but he still wanted to make a good impression on her anyway. He _had_ to. There had to be some way to make for his behavior earlier. Hopefully the earrings Mabel made for her would butter her up even more in his favor. Make it look like he loved his niece and believed in her work. Which does. Obviously.

Once he arrived, he parked the car and cut the radio off to sit there in silence. The nerves were creeping back up on him slowly the longer he sat there in deep thought.

Stan reached in his pocket for his phone to see if Solana messaged him. And by a stroke of luck, she did.

Solana said:

I'm inside whenever you get here. I'm the one in the long and frilly off the shoulder affair 😋🖤 It's all black

Stan 🖤🖤🖤 said:

Alright I'm here I'll be in

Solana smiled at the message before putting her phone back into her purse and waiting for Stan. She was just as nervous as he was, surprisingly. She started fidgeting with her hands to try and work some of the energy off.

Breathe in.

It's okay.

Breathe out.

He's a nice guy. He won't be weird.

Breathe in.

What's to be nervous about?

Breathe out.

What if he thought she was…promiscuous…for throwing herself at him?

Breathe in.

He definitely thought that.

Breathe out. Breathe in.

Oh God.

Breathe out. Breathe in. Breath out.

He does.

In. Out. In. Out.

He does???

In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. In…

He does.

The speed of her breathing quickened alongside the speed of her thoughts. It started to become overwhelming almost immediately. Everything around her started to sound extremely deafening but unintelligible gibberish at the same time. Her head started spinning the longer she sat there with herself. It became unbearable.

"...ana?" A voice said through the fog.

"Huh?" She said softly, trying to figure out where it was coming from.

"Solana?" Stan's voice said clearly, snapping her back to reality promptly.

"S-Stan," Solana said softly as she tried to compose herself. She adjusted the strap of her purse on her shoulder. After shaking her head a little to reduce the fog in her brain, she saw Stan clearly. Smelled him too. He smelled so...*good*.

Stan was standing there with a bouquet of roses and sunflowers like Mabel suggested with a distressed look on his face. He was worried sick about the state Solana seemed to be in at the moment.

“Wow, you look fucking amazing,” she complimented as she looked him from head to toe a few times over. “The sexy black shirt. We just so happened to wear all black and match? That’s cute. And oooh, the earrings? You really pulled out all the stops,” she rambled, trying to get the residual nerves to go away at this point.

Stan’s entire face turned red at the compliments she rapidly fired at him. He was completely speechless.

“I…uh…speakin of earrings. I…I had these commissioned for you. From my niece,” Stan said after clearing his throat. He pulled earrings from a little part on the bouquet and handed them to her in a decorative baggie. The florist did him a solid and gave him a mini bag for them.

Solana took the baggie gently and opened it then poured them into her hand. A soft look plastered itself on her face. It was an expression that held admiration for Stan and happiness that he’d even think of something like this so quickly.

“Stan, I…”

“Oh! It’s not me askin ya to do anything ya don’t wanna,” he said quickly, his embarrassment becoming much clearer the longer they stood there in silence. His neck and ears heated up.

Solana stepped forward then stretched onto her tippy toes in her heels to place a kiss on his lips. Stan cleared his throat to hide the pride he felt in getting another kiss from her.

“Thank you. I love these. I’ll put them on right now, actually.” And she did just that. As she was putting them on, she finally turned her full attention to what was in Stan’s hands.

“Flowers? For me?” She asked, tears clear in her tone. “Homemade earrings and a bouquet of flowers so delicately made and designed? For me?” She asked again as she started sniffling.

“WAIT, why are you cryin!” Stan said, holding his free hand out at her. Admittedly, he didn’t know what to do with her like this so he waited until she told him what she needed.

“Should I get ya some tissues??” He asked worriedly.

“No, no. I’m fine,” she said through her copious amounts of sniffles as she pulled a jet black and lace trimmed handkerchief from her cleavage. Stan blinked at that motion. That was…kinda hot. Solana started dabbing her the waterline of her eyes with the cloth then patted her cheeks dry.

“I’m sorry. It’s just so sweet of you to do all of this and I don’t have anything for you.”

“S’fine, toots. I don’t need anything,” Stan deflected quickly.

Solana rolled her eyes. “That’s not what I asked or said. Now I have to get you something as equally or even more amazing than these gifts. Can I?” She asked, holding her hands out for the flowers.

“Oh, yeah. Sure. They’re all yours,” he said while putting the flowers into her hands gently. “I got ya sunflowers cuz ya been lightin up my life like the purest ray of sunshine since we met and sunflowers always face the sun no matter what. So…yeah.” He took Mabel’s advice but he tried to doctor it up a little from what she originally said.

“Stan, that is…” She started sniffling again. “That’s the sweetest thing a man has ever said to me. You got game, old man,” she joked through her stifled tears.

“Yeah, you know, I try,” he said with a shrug and charming half smile that could only be interpreted as him trying to be humble but failing miserably.

Solana giggled at his attempt to seem nonchalant. “You’re so funny,” she sniffled once more, wiping her eyes and cheeks again. After she did that, she folded the handkerchief up and put it back in her cleavage.

“Are you…ready to get this show on the road? It’s a night of fine wine and fine art beside a fine man.”

“With a fine lady on my arm,” Stan added before holding out his arm for her to take.

She let out an excited but quiet “ooh” sound then took his arm just as he wanted her to. “Wanna get the wine before or after the art?”

“After. I don’t wanna be tipsy for this,” he said honestly.

“I respect that so much,” she said sweetly. “Lead the way?”

“Glad to do it, toots.” Stan started towards the beginning of the gallery with his date on his arm and his confidence through the roof. He leaned down closer to her ear. “Ya look great by the way. I’m diggin the whole goth vibe. It’s sexy,”he said in a low voice.

“Oh!” She said as her face flushed. “Thank you.”

As they walked deeper into the gallery, Mabel, Maze, Candy, and Grenda were peeking around a corner and watching from afar. Mabel and Candy were borderline crying at how Stan managed to pull everything together and make it cohesive.

“I am so proud of him!” Candy nearly sobbed.

“The sunshine line was my idea. He just dressed it up a bit,” Mabel said in a wavering voice as her bottom lip quivered.

Maze rolled his eyes and, of course, put his hands in his pockets. “You guys are so mushy.”

“Guys, they’re getting away from us! We have to focus!” Grenda said as she grabbed Mabel’s face and held it tightly in place. “We have to see,” she whispered.

“Grenda’s right. We gotta go!” Mabel said in a louder than she should voice. Maze immediately covered her mouth.

“Do you wanna ruin your own covert operation??” He asked her. She shook her head. “Then we gotta be quieter so we don’t get found out. Got it?” She nodded and he removed his hand from her mouth.

“Let’s go,” Candy whispered, sneaking forward to try and catch up to Stan and Solana at a reasonable distance. Everyone else crept beside her.

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pichiru · 2 months ago

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How I Animate

The Technique:

I draw the frames and then I use the liquify tool to push the lines into the next frame and redraw them where I need to. This allows me to keep the lines consistent, but gives me the control of frame by frame animation bc I am still making each frame manually! I also use 3d models as reference to help me with the angles! Super important to use reference while you animate (and with art in general), if youre no good handling 3d models then act it out and record yourself!

The Theory:

i think most people are at least loosely familiar with the 12 principles of animation (if youre not, heres a 2.5 minute video showcasing them!), but may not necessarily know how to employ them. the main 3 i tend to focus on when I animate is rhythm, telegraphing, and inertia so ill cover those there 👍

1. Timing & Rhythm

Timing is how you space out your frames both in how long an individual frame is held for, and also when you drawn an inbetween of two frames you can favour one frame slightly more than the other instead of drawing the exact average of the cels, giving the favoured cel more timing weight.

Left line has the cels evenly spaced out on the timeline, right holds the first cel for longer and the second cel slightly favours the last frame. It creates a more interesting rhythm to the animation! Rhythm is how I think of animation timing. Theres a beat like a song to every animation I make, and creating an interesting beat is what makes an animation fun to watch (for me, anyway):

2. Anticipation / Telegraphing

Before I animate a big change in movement, I like to telegraph that its coming. Usually this is doing a little counter movement in the opposite direction, but thats not the only way to telegraph a motion, e.g. eye movement can telegraph a head turn!

3. Follow-through / Overshoot / Inertia

Unless the movement is mechanical, it wont come to a hard stop and will have some level of bounce or easing out to it. How much "bounce" you add will have a big impact on how the animation feels, but a very subtle bounce will add a natural feeling to the end of a motion.

Secondary animations will use a lot of this, note that the head and the hand have a small amount of continuous motion (primary animation), and then the hair has a lot of bounce and inertia (secondary animation which reacts to the primary animation). Note the different amounts applied to the braid vs the sideburn vs the bangs

anyway! I hope this was insightful ❤️ if you like my art you can commission me by the by :)

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pichiru · 2 months ago

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The Sun Also Smiles - Chapter 1

Chapters - [1] [2] [3] [4]

Summary - With Mabel and Dipper's 16th birthday party on the horizon, Grunkle Stan takes to online dating to find a date for the party. But who he meets isn't who she thinks she is. Things start to get weird.

Word Count - 1,782

Pairing(s) - Stan Pines x OC

Genre(s): Romance, Comedy, Mystery

A/N: Hi everyone! This is the first fanfic I've written in about 10 years! This is my first time posting my writing on Tumblr and I'm very, very nervous. The Grunkle Stan curse has consumed me whole… I'm not sure at the moment exactly how long this fic will be but it'll be a fun ride for us all! :3 I really hope you enjoy! Please feel free to leave feedback about how you feel about the story! I looooooove reading what everyone has to say and how you feel about stuff! It makes me so happy :D

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“So…”

“Uh huh…”

“What you’re saying is…”

“Uhhhh huuuhhhh.” There was smiling, almost downright giggling, in her voice.

“You…”

“Uh huh!”

“Wanna…”

“EEEEEE!!!” She screeched quietly behind her prayer positioned hands while jumping in place.

“Start your own weird earring business?”

Mabel let out a loud ear piercing scream, causing Dipper to cover his ears quickly. Even at 15, almost 16, Mabel was still so excitable and bubbly. She never lost that part of her personality and she never would if she had anything to say about it.

“Mabel, is there even a market for that kind of thing?” Dipper asked his sister after she finally calmed down enough to have a conversation.

“Dipper…” Mabel started, her tone serious. “You have no frickin idea!” She squealed, jumping some more in place.

“Okay, say for instance I believe you and this is something you’re actually gonna commit to this time, how are you gonna get the materials?” He asked, folding his arms across his chest.

“Oh you know…” She said with a wide grin, nudging her brother in his ribs with her elbow. Dipper let out a groan, unfolding his arms to rub where she practically stabbed him.

“He’s not gonna go for it, Mabel. Him or Ford. Grunkle Ford would probably have war flashbacks if you even said the word ‘weird’ around him. Even if you whispered it,” Dipper said matter of factly.

“That’s what you think. You just don’t have the Mabel Pines charm. Or the puppy dog eyes. You’ve lost your edge. You’re too emo now,” Mabel sighed as she started reminiscing how cute and cuddly Dipper used to be. Now he’s just like Robbie. But somehow cooler? Somehow.

“Emo?! It’s called goth!” Dipper said, his voice cracking very slightly. His cheeks flushed, hoping Mabel wouldn’t notice. Her lack of reaction led him to believe she didn’t. But he figured she was just doing him a favor by not embarrassing him about it anymore. It got boring, he figured.

“Anyway,” Dipper started after clearing his throat a little. “I’d like to see you try to convince Stan to foot the bill for this. There’s no amount of 15 year old puppy dog face that’ll get him to do it.”

“Oh ye of little faith, my brother,” Mabel sighed, shaking her head as she started unpacking her luggage.

The twins begged and pleaded to stay with their grunkles for the summer. It was a big summer! Their 16th birthday. Ford and Stan agreed to return from their Stan o War II expeditions on the condition that they could plan a huge party for them before sending them back home. They thought it would be nice to do for the kids. Especially since they haven't really seen them since they turned 13. Dipper, however, has been keeping correspondence with Ford every week.

Mabel pulled a blazer out of her largest suitcase and held it up to Dipper with a wide, metal filled, grin. "I brought this just for the pitch! Hopefully it'll make Grunkle Stan take me seriously since all he does is wear a blazer in the shack. And dress pants. Come to think of it, he wears a full suit to work in a tourist trap," she said mostly to herself at the end.

"Did you get the blazer because you think it'll make you more grown up?" Dipper asked, rolling his eyes slightly.

"Uh, duh, Dipper. Why else would I just have a blazer laying around as a teenager?" Mabel asked, rolling her eyes back.

Dipper had his back turned to Mabel but he smiled at her comment. He loved that his sister was so sarcastic and funny. It was one of his favorite things about her.

After about 15 minutes passed, they were both unpacked and settled into their old room. Ford had even convinced Stan to get the kids their own full sized beds, instead of the smaller twin sized beds. He thought it would make them feel more comfortable. He wasn't wrong though.

Dipper trudged down the stairs first, wanting to be witness to this disaster of a business pitch his sister was about to initiate. He looked around for a moment. It was eerily quiet. The only thing that could be heard was the clicking of a keyboard from the kitchen and hushed arguing. They obviously didn't want to be heard but they sucked at it, frankly.

He sighed and flattened his fingers against his hips to stick them into his pockets. He took a step towards the kitchen before jumping at a loud yell that startled him from head to toe. Of course it was Grunkle Stan's voice. Dipper rushed into the kitchen to see what was going on.

"Grunkle Stan?!" Dipper yelled, his hands gripping the doorway in terror. "Are you okay?!"

Ford and Stan looked to their nephew, confused about why he was so startled. They were huddled around a laptop on the kitchen table. Stan was sitting in front of the computer and Ford standing but leaned down to read what was on the screen.

"Are you okay, kid?" Stan asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

Dipper slowed his breathing to a normal pace before laughing it off. "Y-Yeah. I'm A-OK! I just..." He trailed off.

"Dipper, it's alright," Ford said as he walked up to his nephew and placed a solid hand on his shoulder. "We're just..." He looked back at his brother, who shook his head slowly, his mouth a hard line and his eyebrows flat. Ford turned his attention back to Dipper.

"Stan's trying online dating. He says he wants to have a date to your birthday party. I don't care about that sort of thing personally but..."

"SIXER!" Stan blurted as he started blushing furiously, hunching over the computer. "Always openin your mouth..." he grumbled to himself, knowing full well they both could hear him. "I just wanted to make a FRIEND that's not my brother, you kids, or Soos. Can't an old coot want that for himself?"

Ford and Dipper looked at each other with the same intrigued expression. Dipper straightened himself up and nodded.

"Yeah. You can definitely want that for yourself," he answered. "Have you...had any luck?" Dipper asked cautiously.

"Not really," Stan said curtly. He knew online dating at his age would be tedious but not _this_ bad.

"Actually, Dipper," Ford interjected. "Someone just messaged him back. Eagerly," he said, shooting a grin at Stan.

"Shut your trap! We don't even know if she's a real person," Stan grumbled as he typed on the laptop on front of them. "Or if she's a...what is it? Dogwhale?"

"Catfish," Ford and Dipper corrected in unison.

Stan looked at his brother and nephew, squinting his eyes at them. "Sometimes I wonder who's Sixer's twin here. Me or you, kid. Aside from the fact you look like The Cure meets Marilyn Manson these days." He turned back to the computer and continued typing.

"How do you know who Marilyn Manson is?" Dipper asked with much confusion in his voice.

"Don't worry about it, kid," Stan dismissed. "It's a good look on you."

Dipper blushed and rubbed the back of his neck shyly. "Oh! Thanks," he said quietly, looking around the room nervously. "It's a new thing."

"Some of the smartest people I knew in college were goths," Ford added. "Keep up the good work...er...look...Yeah." Ford looked between the other two and left the room quickly out of embarrassment.

"GRRUUNNKKKLLLEEE STAANNNNNN!!!" Mabel squealed as she rushed past Dipper into the kitchen with her blazer on haphazardly. She very obviously didn't know how to put it on to fit her correctly but that didn't stop her from trying.

Stan turned to look at Mabel who was standing there eagerly with a book under her right arm. He couldn't help but smile at his niece still being the same silly person she always has been. It always warmed every corner of his heart. Even though he'd never admit it.

"What's up, kid?" He asked as he leaned back in the chair and crossed his left ankle over his right knee.

ding!

"So! I have a proposition for you!" Mabel said as she pulled her book out and opened it.

ding!

"What is that?" Mabel asked curiously as she stepped forward towards Stan and the laptop.

"Nothing!!" Stan said as he slammed the laptop closed.

"Stan's doing online dating," Dipper said without thinking. He made a small noise then covered his mouth quickly.

There was an unsettling silence at first followed by a loud shriek of excitement followed by Mabel jumping up and down with the book still in her hands. "GRUNKLE STAN NO WAY! NOOOOO WAAAAYYY!! AH, I'M SO EXCITED FOR YOU!"

Stan and Dipper both covered their ears.

"Alright, alright, kid. That's enough. It's no big deal."

"IT IS SO A BIG DEAL!!! Have you met anyone yet? Did you ask anyone on a date?" Mabel asked rapidly.

"No and no," Stan said simply.

Mabel's entire disposition changed when he answered. "Oh... Well those dings from the computer sound promising! There was a lot of them too. Maybe it's multiple women trying to get your attention?"

"No. It's...It's one woman. I just met her," Stan said as he opened the laptop back up and went to the woman's profile. "Says here she's an artist, she loves period pieces, and loves all things Halloween. Don't really get the last part but the first two things? It makes her the dame of my dreams," he sighed with a smile. He quickly reigned himself back in and cleared his throat.

"Anyways, we're just...chattin right now. That's all. It probably won't even last a day. She's too good to be true. She's probably a...wazzit called, Dip?"

"Catfish," Dipper answered quickly.

"Yeah that. She's probably a catfish," Stan said sadly.

"Grunkle Stan," Mabel said softly as she walked over to him and sat her book down on the table. "I know you've led a hard life but you deserve happiness. So don't shoot it down before it's even had the chance to take flight," she advised wisely, placing her hand on his shoulder.

"Wise words, kid," Stan said, accepting her advice. "I'll...give it a chance."

"YAY!!" Mabel squealed as she clapped her hands happily.

Stan's gaze snapped to the book in front of them. "Wazzat?" he asked, pointing with his chin. "And why the hell are you wearing a blazer? And wearin it like...that?"

A huge grin slowly spread across Mabel's face, showing every single color in her braces, at Stan's sudden interest. "Grunkle Stan...do I have a proposition for you!"

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