#Do Y'all Know How Long Fidds Has Been Waiting to Hear Those Words?!

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Having Pups and a Skittish Boyfriend Makes it Difficult to be Intimate

Fidds, wrapping his arms around Stan: C'mon, sweetheart; Ya haven't slept for ten straight hours.

Stan, staring at Ford's journal: Not tired.

Fidds: Well, I think I know how t' fix that conundrum~

Stan, wagging his tail with interest: Oh, really?

Fidds, running a hand up Stan's shirt: *Chuckles* I sure do~

Mabel, running into the lab holding a sweater: Grunkle Stan! Grunkle Fidds! Look what I made!

Stan and Fidds: *Immediately Pull Away From Each Other*

Mabel: Whoa, you're both really red. Are you okay?

Fidds, nervously: Yep! Perfectly fine! Whaddya have on yer little sweater there, pun'kin?

Mabel: *Goes on a Spiel About Her Work*

Stan: *Turns Back Around to Study the Journal More*

Fidds, under his breath: Darn it.

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Fidds: *Nibbling on Stan's Neck While They're in Bed*

Stan: *Panting and Whimpering Happily*

Dipper: *Knocks on the Door Frantically* GRUNKLE STAN! THERE'S A GIANT RAT IN THE KITCHEN!

Fidds: *Hisses Quietly*

Stan, snickering: Alright, gimme a second, Squirt! I'll get down there and catch it!

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Stan: Anyone got anything planned for today?

Dipper: I'm gonna binge that cool show Wendy told us about!

Mabel: I've got sweaters to make!

Stan: What about you, Honey Bunches? Got anything planned?

Fidds, thinking he'll finally be able to get freaky with Stan: No, nothing in particular. Why d'ya ask?

Stan: I have to check the perimeter for the week. It'll probably take all day so I wanted to make sure nothing important was going on. You'll be okay here with the pups, right?

Fidds, gritting his teeth: Yup. Fine as flour.

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Stan: The pups are hanging out in the woods with Wendy.

Fidds: Okay?

Stan: They should be out for a while.

Fidds, getting hopeful: Yeah...?

Stan: So... I was thinking...

Fidds, excitedly: About...

Stan, suddenly anxious: Nothing, nevermind.

Fidds, horrifically shocked: ...I'm going outside.

Stan: Why?

Fidds: I need some fresh air!

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Fidds: *Peacefully Reading a Book*

Stan: *Walks Up to Fidds* I wanna have sex.

Fidds: YEE-FUCKING-HAW!