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The Sun Also Smiles - Chapter 8

Chapters - [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8]

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 - 3,861

Pairing(s) - Stan Pines x OC

Genre(s): Romance, Comedy, Mystery

A/N: I'm soooooo sorry this chapter is so far apart from my other ones as far as release goes. I was battling w myself a lot about how I wanted to proceed with certain parts of the story. And a lot of sitting and thinking. A lot.

I'm also looking for beta readers if anyone is interested! U must be up to speed with the tv show's lore and u must be 18+ years old bc there's adult content in this story. Pls comment if this is something ur interested in and we can talk details :3 <3

Enjoy!!

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The following morning, Solana's phone was ringing relentlessly. The sound quickly became grating on the ears which caused her to wake up and roll away from Stan to look at it.

Of course. It was Chip. She rolled her eyes and answered the phone.

"What do you want, Chip?" She asked in a groggy voice while rubbing her face.

"I seem to remember politely asking you to come in early this morning," he said, his creepy smile evident in his voice. Solana snuggled down into the bed and closed her eyes in response to that.

"I was out late last night. I came home and went right to sleep," she lied smoothly. "Not that it's any of your business."

"It is when my manager doesn't show up like I ask her to," he replied simply.

"Well the manager isn't even on the schedule for today. The owner would know that if he actually looked at the schedule he makes," Solana said, attitude clear in her voice.

"You're such a little firecracker. I love that about you. See you in a hour?" He asked dismissively.

"No, I'm not coming in. I'm tired," Solana said firmly.

"Solana, you and I both know that you gave that old guy's kids a pretty big discount on stuff. I could have you apprehended by the authorities for theft. You know very well that I could."

Solana opened her eyes and looked around at the stuff in the room around her without moving. "It's literally 7 in the morning. Can I come in at noon?" she bargained quietly.

"10," he replied simply.

"10:30."

"Fine," Chip sighed heavily. "10:30 and not a second later."

"Whatever." Solana hung up the phone and put it back down on the side table where it was before. She turned onto her side away from Stan and snuggled back down into the bed, ready to go back to sleep for the time being. She suddenly felt an arm finding its way to wrap around her waist to gingerly pull her backwards towards the middle of the bed.

Stan nuzzled his face into the nape of Solana's neck and slowly inhaled her scent. She still smelled nice even the next morning.

"G'mornin," he grumbled, his eyes still closed.

"Not yet," Solana snickered, trying to get comfortable again. She turned back to look at him. There was an eerie air of silence before she let out a scream and rolled away from Stan until she fell off of the bed, tangled in the sheet.

"Whuzzat?!" Stan blurted, now fully awake from her screaming in his face. "Are ya okay, toots?" he asked, getting closer to the edge of the bed to check on her. He reached out his hand to help her but he stopped when he noticed something. His hands. They were...smooth. No wrinkles.

He twisted his hands every which way he could to get a better look. His gaze fell onto Solana who was looking up at him with wide eyes. Her expression was almost unreadable. It was a wild mixture of shock, intrigue, and confusion.

"What? Is there somethin on my face?" Stan asked, touching his face all over until he got to his hair. He stopped. His hair was thicker and...and longer?

“Stanley?!” Ford called out from outside of the room. He came busted into the room and looked between the two of them. His dread set in when he saw his brother.

Solana quickly covered herself up in a presentable way in the sheet she was tangled up in. She stared at Ford then at Stan back and forth a few times before she let out a small squeak.

“Y-You guys weren’t kidding about you having a twin,” Solana managed to say to break the silence in the room.

Ford blushed when he realized she was practically naked. “I have so many things to say and ask,” he said, running a hand through his hair, averting his eyes from Solana to respect her privacy.

“I’ll start. Sixer, what the HELL is going ON?” Stan asked as he moved to get out of the bed. Thank god he still had his boxers on at least. Ford was thankful for that. He immediately went to the first reflective surface he could find and looked in it.

His eyes widened in complete disbelief at the familiar face he once knew. He looked down at his hands again then closer at his facial features. “H…How…? What…?” He stammered.

Ford gulped quietly once the reality of the situation set in.

“Stanley, were you rummaging through my fridge AGAIN? I’ve told you repeatedly not to do that,” Ford said sternly.

Stan thought about it long and hard. Did he really go through the fridge? He did.

“All I had was the stupid water ya had in your fridge after you made me run fifty leven miles on the fuckin treadmill!”

Ford’s expression shifted from shock to pure dread. He was silent for a moment before he blurted, “THAT WASN’T WATER, STANLEY!”

“Then WHYYYY for the love of GOD did it look like water?!” Stan shouted back.

“It’s nothing you need to worry about! Stay out of my fridge!”

Stan laughed in complete astonishment. ��Are ya kiddin me?? I think this is exactly the thing I need to worry about right now. What the HELL did I drink??” He asked, walking up to Ford, angry now.

Ford sighed heavily and caved. “It’s a concoction I was working on to take the human body back to whenever it peaked physically health wise.”

Stan stood there, quiet. He couldn’t believe this was happening. “I peaked in my 30s?” He said, impressed at that while rubbing his chin.

“Apparently,” Ford replied, rolling his eyes.

“Why…Why are ya makin somethin like this?” Stan asked after a few moments of thinking.

“Don’t worry about it,” Ford replied curtly. “Good morning, by the way,” he said, looking to Solana. “It’s not usually that craz-“

“Don’t lie to her like that,” Stan laughed, gently shoving Ford.

Solana got up, keeping the sheet tightly wrapped around her body. “Oh! I see. Uhm…it’s nice to meet you?” She replied awkwardly. “Sorry I didn’t meet you in…better circumstances.”

“It’s alright. I’m Stanford,” he said simply.

“Nice t—“ She stopped when she remembered she’d already said that and shook her head a little to reset. “I'm Solana.”

“Pleasure to meet you,” Ford said with a nod. He stood there for a moment before turning back to Stan. “I’ll figure out how to get this reversed in no time.”

“What? No. I think I’m likin this,” Stan said quickly, adjusting his hair in the reflective surface he was in before. “I’m a hunk again. Look! No gut!” He laughed happily, patting his stomach.

Solana frowned slightly. “I think you were a hunk before too,” she added in a quiet voice.

Stan stopped to look at Solana and made an expression that couldn’t really be read. “Thanks,” he said, his voice full of gratitude.

“Yeah!” She responded with a smile.

"Do ya think this is gonna wear off any time soon?" Stan asked his brother.

"I should hope not. I made it to be permanent," Ford admitted.

Stan's eyes widened to the size of moons. "Y'mean...I...I just have to relive the last 30 years of my life?"

Ford winced gently as he adjusted his clothes a little. "It's possible. Very possible."

Stan's entire face lit up excitedly. "I get to...I get to live my life again as me? Instead of tryin to be you?"

His brother cleared his throat a little and nodded. "Yes, I suppose that's what it means."

Stan grinned from ear to ear before hugging Ford and kissing his cheek. "Ford, ya beautiful son of a bitch!" He exclaimed happily, borderline crying.

Solana stood there, unsure of what to do or say in this situation. She was definitely happy for Stan but she was unsure about what this meant for them going forward. Maybe he'd go off and find someone else to date around with. He was old. Maybe he felt like she was the only option he had at that age. This was super uncharted territory for her. It was for all of them. She wasn't even sure how this...potion?...worked and she was too scared to ask, frankly.

"Ya wanna go out for breakfast, toots?" Stan asked Solana, walking over to her. "I feel like a million bucks! I feel like I could do 1,000 jumpin jacks or pushups."

She blinked, bringing herself back to the present moment with Stan. "Breakfast? Are you sure it's okay for you to...like...go out like this? Doesn't everyone here know you as an older guy?"

"Look, if they can not question Sixer comin back after 30 years with no explanation and the world almost ending, then they can handle this too. Don't worry."

"30 years? The world ending???" Solana asked incredulously. She was so flabbergasted that he said all of that so simply as if it was something so easily digestible.

"I forgot I actually haven't known ya that long. I can explain if ya agree to go to breakfast with me? Since we didn't get to have dinner last night like we planned," Stan chuckled, rubbing his neck nervously.

Solana was staring at Stan's features. Despite how young he was now, it was still him. Wholeheartedly. She smiled at him and nodded. "Yeah. I'll go to breakfast with you. Just...lemme take a shower first?" she chuckled gently. "Desperately need one."

"Oh, yeah yeah. Feel free. Ya know where the bathroom is. Have at it," Stan offered, motioning gently with both hands for her to go.

"Thanks, handsome," Solana said as she stretched up on her tippy toes to kiss his cheek. Somehow he was even taller at this age. She smiled at him then left the room to go into the bathroom.

Almost as if on cue, her phone started ringing again. Stan's curiosity got the better of him and he peeked over to see who it was. It said, 'Big Will 💓' again.

"Who the hell is this Will person??" Stan said quietly.

"Is it another guy?" Ford asked, moving closer to his brother's side to see what her phone said.

"Dunno. Hope not. Really hopin not," Stan replied honestly.

"Maybe it's just a friend or something?" Ford suggested.

"Do friends really call and text this often?" Stan asked, scratching his head.

"Well, yes. If you have them."

"Fuck off."

Ford snickered. "Sorry. I couldn't resist. It was such an easy target," he laughed while being punched in the arm by Stan.

Stan watched the phone ring until it was done then looked at Ford. "I'm kinda nervous about it bein another guy. I know I have no right. Us not actually datin and all but still."

"Ask her about it," Ford tried.

"Ford, for god's sake. We've only been on one date. I can't just question a gal like that about what goes on with her phone."

"Why not?"

"Jesus, Ford. Ya really have no etiquette," Stan sighed.

"And you do?" Ford asked, confused.

"More than you! But I guess when the person you're tryin to woo is also in his 60s and has been out of it for the last 30 years, shit's different."

Ford blushed and punched Stan's arm. "HOW do you know about that?"

"Walls are thin, Fordsie. Walls are thin. Paper thin."

"Anyway, gonna let you and your lady friend get ready for your second date in 24 hours."

"It's not a date! It's called being a gentleman. Somethin ya know nothin about," Stan grumbled angrily as he walked across the room picking up Solana's belongings to put them in the same spot for her.

"Happy to see your heart didn't give out," Ford dismissed, watching his brother. "I was worried."

"Awwwww. Look at ya. Worried about lil ole me. How sweet," Stan teased with a laugh.

"Shut up," Ford huffed, turning away from Stan and folding his arms. He hated when Stan used his brotherly affection against him sometimes.

Stan laughed as he grabbed Solana's dress then left the room to go knock on the bathroom door.

"Solana?" he said loud enough for her to hear over the water.

"Yeah?" she called back at the same volume.

"Can I come in and give ya your dress?"

"Yeah, come in!"

Stan opened the door and quickly folded her dress up and put it on the sink counter. "I didn't know if ya wanted to uh...run from here to the room with my brother down here and all," he said loudly.

"Oh, yeah! Thanks! I was thinking about that actually," she laughed gently. "I appreciate it a lot. You're so sweet."

Stan's entire face flushed as he tried to hide a smile that she for certain wouldn't be able to see either way. "Yeah. No problem," he said with a nod.

"I'll be out in a few!"

"Take your time! I want ya to be able to get yourself together at your pace. Even though ya have to go in later for work."

Solana groaned. "Don't even remind me. I wish I could find a creative job that'd treat me better," she said, mostly to herself.

"A creative job? Like what?" Stan asked curiously, leaning onto the counter and folding his arms.

"Hmm...I'd love to draw for kids' books. That's the dream right there. I'd love to do that for the rest of my life if it paid me well enough," she admitted in a shy tone.

Stan mulled over her words for a while. "That sounds pretty stable and fun. There's always gonna be kids and they're always gonna wanna read to learn more. So there wouldn't be any shortage of opportunities."

"Yeah exactly. I'm just in the midst of trying to find an agent and get my work out there. It's been...tough. So I'm just working at Chip's place until I take off then I'll never have to see that creep again."

He winced slightly, agreeing with her on that sentiment.

"Sometimes I feel like Chip is a creature of the night or something. Guy never takes his sunglasses off. Either that or he just is always hung over or something," Solana joked.

Stan stopped in his tracks at her comment. Maybe he actually was something? But it was also just as likely for him to be a regular creep. He'd have to table that thought for later discussion with Ford. Maybe even Maze if he was desperate enough.

“Yeah…that’s…something,” he said thoughtfully. “I just hate that ya gotta work for him. He’s kinda…” “Pig headed? Disgusting? Grosssssss? Need I go on?” Solana laughed.

Stan laughed along with her. “No thanks. I’m good on that, actually. No need.”

Solana laughed even more. “Okay, okay. I get it.”

Stan laughed to himself some more. He stood there in silence for a moment before he realized that he was actually in the bathroom while she showered.

“Oh, I should probably get goin so ya can come out and do your business.” “Why? It’s not like you haven’t seen me naked already,” she chuckled.

Stan blushed and rubbed his chin a little at the memory of the night before. “Yeah but like…I don’t know. Just feels awkward. Ya know?”

“If you say soooooo,” she said in a singsong voice.

He blushed even more, not sure what to say to that. “Err…see ya outside,” he said quickly as he left, not leaving time for her to respond. He closed the door behind himself, then closed his eyes and let out a soft sigh.

“Everything alright?” Ford asked.

Stan opened his eyes and jumped at the sound of his brother’s voice. “Don’t be sneakin around!” he fussed, his heart racing now.

Ford rolled his eyes. “Shouldn’t be so nervous and smitten.”

“Sixer, don’t even go there with me. I could go on for hours about you and Fiddles.”

Ford was the one blushing now. “Stop bringing it up!”

“You stop first and I’ll stop next,” he snickered.

“I guess now your childishness is more appropriate for the age you’re at. Again,” Ford said, rolling his eyes and making his way back to the science-y part of the lab.

“Yeah, yeah,” Stan neverminded. He heard the water turn off suddenly which made him jump again but away from the door. He moved towards Ford, his eyes glued to the door to see if she was coming out immediately or not. When she didn’t come out, Stan looked at his brother who was staring him directly in his face with a shit eating grin.

“What?” Stan asked, getting defensive.

“I don’t think I’ve actually seen you this smitten and jumpy. Who are you? What have you done with the Stanley that was grumpier than the day is long? The one who’d curse at the sun for shining too bright???”

“Okay, okay. I got it, I got it. I still cuss at the sun. Now I’d cuss at the sun for hurting S-”

The bathroom door swung open suddenly, interrupting Stan’s train of thought. It was Solana. Finished with her shower.

“Uhhhh at the risk of being even more of a bother, you wouldn’t happen to have any lotion would you?” She asked sheepishly.

“Uh…y-yeah! I got ya.” Stan led Solana back into the bedroom. He went to the nightstand where her phone was and opened the drawer to find what he assumed was a flowery smelling lotion. He pulled it out and handed it to her. “Good?”

“Perfect,” she said sweetly, kissing Stan on his cheek. “Thank you!”

Stan blushed again, looking everywhere but her. “Yeah. No problem,” he said with a nonchalant shrug.

“You don’t have to be so mysterious just because your brother is nearby, you know,” Solana said as she sat on the bed. “And before you say you’re not, you are.”

Stan was stumped at how she just knew he was going to say something in response. He stood there, unsure of what to say next.

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to stump you,” she said while she was rubbing the lotion on. “I just can read people sometimes. That’s all. And you’re an open book, Stanley Pines,” Solana said with a light laugh at the end.

Again, he didn’t know how to respond. He just stood there in mild disbelief that she was this bold with him.

“Also, brunette’s a good color on you,” she said with a light hum while she was focused on lotioning up her legs.

“Yeah?” He asked, his face red as a tomato.

“Yeah. I never would have pegged you for a brunette if I’m being honest. Totally thought black hair was the vibe.”

“I dyed it black once and I just ended up looking like I stepped straight outta the Godfather movies,” Stan sighed.

Solana laughed at that. “I would have loved to see that, honestly.”

“Maybe I’ll do it again and grow a mustache or somethin,” he teased.

“Oh my god, the Marlon Brando mustache would be fucking hilarious.”

“I’m gonna make you an offer you can’t refuse,” Stan said in his best impression of the actor.

Solana burst out laughing. “That was legit so good. You missed your calling as an actor,” she joked.

Stan laughed too, loving the energy between them at the moment. She really was just a little ray of sunshine. It was so infectious. 

Eventually, Solana finished putting lotion on and Stan was in the shower himself by this point. She slipped her shoes on then grabbed her purse and phone. She made sure she had everything and walked out of the room, straight into a staring contest with Ford, who was sitting across the open area from her. He was sitting there, watching her every move, wondering what her motives were.

“Do I…have something on my face?” Solana asked, wiping her face.

“No. I’m just trying to figure you out,” Ford said bluntly.

“Figure me out?” Solana asked, laughing faintly as she adjusted the strap of her purse on her shoulder.

“Yes. Figure you out. As much as Stanley and I fight, I don’t want him to get hurt.”

Solana made an incredulous expression. “I…I don’t know what you think this is, but I’m not in the ‘hurting people for fun’ sort of business. I’ve been hurt a lot and I wouldn’t dream of doing it to anyone else. Especially Stan. He’s a sweetheart and a perfect gentleman.”

Ford started laughing then stopped when he realized she wasn’t joking. “I can’t believe Stan is getting this sort of review from someone. It’s always grumpy or hard to deal with or crass or…some other thing that’s negative.”

“Well…I don’t know Stan too well just yet but he’s never come off as any of that to me.”

Ford nodded a bit, mulling over her words. “Who’s Will?” He asked, bluntly, again.

Solana made a face at that question. “Will? Were you looking at my phone?” She asked, clutching her purse.

“I wasn’t. Stan was though. He said he doesn’t have the credibility to ask you these sorts of questions yet but I have no stake, so.”

She grit her teeth in annoyance. “What goes on in my phone is none of your business and its not Stan’s either,” she said curtly before turning to go up the stairs.

“He just wants to be sure that he doesn’t get too involved with you and you’re…with someone else,” Ford added quickly as she turned.

Solana let out a derisive laugh. “If I was with someone else, I wouldn't be here with Stan, now would I?” She asked in a rude tone before going up the stairs, leaving no space for Ford to follow up.

Time passed as Solana waited for Stan in the store part of the shack. She didn’t know where else to sit so she just sat on the counter. It was still early in the morning so no one was there yet. Not even the new manager. As dedicated as he was.

Footsteps could be heard ascending the stairs from behind the vending machine. Solana’s heart raced at how she was going to confront Stan for looking at her phone. She wasn’t even sure if she should because it doesn’t seem like he was malicious with his intent but it was still a breach of privacy. But how could she blame him for being a little bit concerned that there was someone else in the picture?

The vending machine moved to reveal Stan in a casual white t-shirt, some jeans, and a bomber jacket that looks like it hadn’t seen the light of day in a long time. It was entirely too pristine. The gold chain from the previous night made another appearance too. He was trying to make an impression, that much was for sure. She could smell his cologne wafting from across the room. It was so intoxicating.

Is this…what he was like in the prime of his life? Suddenly she forgot why she was upset in the first place.

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

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Chai tea bag + lil but of brown sugar + apple cider packet + 16 oz. mug of hot but not quite boiling water

it will not Fix You but like. maybe. maybe.

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Simple Plan recording the What’s New Scooby-Doo? theme song

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so glad to be fixated on this show again. 2017 me going craaazy

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PLEASE put your writing under a cut

Oh I’m sorry!! I usually do but I forgot w the most recent one. I apologize 😅

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The Sun Also Smiles - Chapter 7

Chapters - [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8]

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 - 1,416

Pairing(s) - Candy x Mabel, Dipper x Pacifica

Genre(s): Romance, Comedy, Mystery

A/N: This one's super short but sweet :D

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Outside an ice cream parlor sat Mabel, Candy, Maze, and Grenda. There were metal, netted tables and benches strewn about the exterior of the shop for patrons to enjoy their snack at. It was dark out but the blue-toned, fluorescent lights from inside the little building and surrounding the outside were keeping everything visible.

Mabel was sitting at a completely different table from everyone else. She was still upset about the way Maze was acting when they were at the gallery. She was staring at her sugar rush loaded sundae and picking at it.

Candy looked at Grenda and Maze with a worried expression. She picked up her ice cream then got up and walked cautiously to the table where Mabel was at. She sat her ice cream down and stepped over the bench to sit down right beside her.

"Hey," Candy said softly with a happy disposition. "How's...the ice cream?" she asked, continuing to eat her own as if she never moved an inch.

Mabel was still picking at the ice cream with her head in her hand, her expression still sad.

"S'alright..." She finally mustered.

"Just alright? I mean...it is a lot of sugar you have goin on there. So I don't blame your assessment," Candy tried to joke.

Mabel sighed softly and knocked the cherry off the top of her sundae into the pool of ice cream that was forming at the bottom of the cup.

"You know..." Candy began. "I think it's really sweet that you wanted to spy on your uncle to make sure he's happy. It...was a little bit of a crazy idea but no crazier than anything we've done together when we were little kids. I mean we all vied for a prince's attention at that Northwest party the one time. That's pretty crazy." She leaned over to Mabel so only she could hear what she was about to say.

"I think that's also when Maze started crushing on Pacifica but refused to admit it," she giggled before sitting up straight again. Mabel laughed faintly at that comment, making Candy smile.

"Yeah, he...He really likes her," Mabel said as she glanced at her friend. "He's only ever told me in confidence so it makes sense that he would try to hurt my feelings for outing him about it."

Candy hummed softly. "I kinda get it. But, I don't think he meant to actually do that. Sure, he was embarrassed but sometimes people just say the wrong things, you know?" Mabel nodded gently as she took her first spoonful of her ice cream.

"Yeah...I get it. Sometimes I say the wrong thing. More like all the time lately..." she grumbled at the end.

"What do you mean?" Candy asked, putting her chin in her hand while she ate, giving Mabel her undivided attention.

"It's been really hard to...fit in at school sometimes. I wanna be cool like D-...er...Maze. Still getting used to that."

Candy nodded thoughtfully while she ate. She was thinking of the perfect response. "I don't even think Maze thinks he's cool. He seems unsure of himself just like you. I think everyone our age is. Which is fine," she explained.

"Yeah," Mabel said as she rubbed her arm nervously.

"How abouutttttt a cool new haircut?" Candy playfully suggested. "It's hair and it'll always grow back."

Mabel perked up at that idea. "Yeah! I could definitely do that. Maze cuts his own hair sometimes and it looks good. So maybe he'd be able to do mine? Mom and Dad are gonna flip!" She said excitedly.

Candy grinned at her mood change. "You should ask him to do it some time before your birthday party," she suggested, still eating her ice cream between responses.

"Oooooh! I GOTTA look up some styles now. To Pinterest!" Mabel said loudly as she pulled her phone from her rainbow shaped purse. She opened Pinterest and immediately started searching.

Candy smiled, loving her sudden excitement. She looked over at Mabel's phone to see what she'd be looking through and eventually laid her head on her shoulder. She scooted a little closer too.

Mabel noticed and started blushing bashfully. She didn't want to disturb the dynamic they had going on. It felt...warm. Even on a humid summer evening, the warmth of the interaction was still nice. Instinctively, she laid her head on top of Candy's with a cute smile as she scrolled through her phone.

Maze smiled from afar at their interaction, almost instantly knowing what was going on. It made him miss Pacifica. Someone he hadn't even been able to see since they got back to Gravity Falls. Her parents had her on a tighter leash than before since she was also turning 16 soon. They wanted her sweet 16 party to go off without a hitch and that meant hours and hours of practicing before the date even came close to arriving. Nothing was too good for a Northwest. They had to look good via Pacifica. Until the party was over, there was no seeing her physically. He just settled for texting her through her busy, busy days.

Maze picked up his phone and debated heavily on texting Pacifica while Grenda was having a private moment with her own ice cream. He inhaled deeply and texted her anyway.

A-Maze-ing ✨ said:

I think...my sister and her friend have something goin on between them.

🌊🧭 said:

Yeah? What makes u say that?

A-Maze-ing ✨ said:

Idk how to explain it. You'd just have to see it in person. It's...strangely tender.

🌊🧭 said:

LOL Aww that's cute. Would u approve if they started dating?

A-Maze-ing ✨ said:

...I think so? It's an old friend of hers and I know her well just not as well as Mabel does.

🌊🧭 said:

HER?! OMG???????? Mabel's in her gay era. Love that for her ✨

A-Maze-ing ✨ said:

Focus!! 🙄

🌊🧭 said:

I'm focused! I'm just so...shocked. Mabel's always been one to crush on a lot of boys but never a girl

A-Maze-ing ✨ said:

Yeah ik it's strange. I just...don't want her to get hurt or be sad if it doesn't work out. I know it hasn't worked out with guys in the past but they weren't her best friend.

🌊🧭 said:

That's true but u gotta let Mabel spread her little gay wings and fly! Getting hurt is apart of the process unfortunately

Maze bit on his bottom lip for a moment before he typed out his next message.

A-Maze-ing ✨ said:

Have I ever hurt you?

🌊🧭 said:

No

A-Maze-ing ✨ said:

Are you sure?

🌊🧭 said:

Yes

🌊🧭 said:

I'd tell u if u did and I mean that

Maze smiled to himself happily at that. He looked around quickly and stopped smiling to see if anyone caught him. Of course, no one was interested in what he was doing at the moment. They were caught up in their own thing. He turned his attention back to his phone.

A-Maze-ing ✨ said:

Okay good. I'm glad 😊

Just as Maze was going to continue his ice cream, he heard a very faint but familiar laugh echo in the deadness of the air around them. The wind blew immediately after, covering up the sound completely. Maze stood up quickly and looked around. His heart started racing. He could hear it pounding in his ears.

"M-Mabel?" he stammered quietly, trying not to make her panic.

"Huh?" Mabel lifted her head from Candy's to turn and looked behind her at her brother. "Maze? What's wrong?"

"I..." He started, unable to swallow. His throat felt like it was closing up the longer he thought about how familiar that laugh was. "Did you hear that?" he asked.

"Hear what?" Candy responded, lifting her head up to look at Maze now too.

"I heard..."

"Maybe you heard the ad I got on my phone on Pinterest? Sometimes they play really loud for no reason," Mabel suggested.

"Yeah, it does that for me too when I'm looking at hot guys for oc inspiration," Grenda said in passing.

"No, this was...this was different," Maze said in a tiny but still terrified tone.

"The wind?" Mabel said.

"An animal?" Candy followed up.

"More ice cream?!" Grenda said excitedly.

"No! None of that!" Maze said firmly. He thought about it and slowly sat back down in his seat. "Maybe...Maybe it was an animal...or something..." He wasn't entirely convinced of this but he had no proof of it otherwise. He just hoped it wasn't what he thought.

He really hoped.

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Hex Girls in Scooby-Doo! and the Witch's Ghost

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A 7 year jump :3

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The Sun Also Smiles - Chapter 6

Chapters - [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8]

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.

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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 🤭

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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] [8]

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.