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the-universal-sun · 18 days ago

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little stan crying for his mom and ford/fidds having to try and comfort him 🤞🤞🤞🤞

Nonny, I had a hard time deciding on whether I wanted to do Ford or Fidds as Stan’s caregiver, but I decided there wasn’t enough Stan and Fidds! Forewarning, there is mention of death of a loved one and some minor cursing! So, please don’t read if this is sensitive, uncomfortable, or triggering for you!

Stanley’s had a rough day. No scratch that, he’s had a rough week. No, scratch that, he’s had a rough life. But he thinks today might just take the cake for how damn shitty his life is. He got a call from Shermie today, technically Ford did because he, Stanley, is literally dead to his family. And now normally he likes his calls with Shermie, the updates on his nephew and his eldest brother's life are a nice reprieve from the tourists and the portal work, but he wishes he never picked up the phone today. Shermie didn’t call to update him on his son's college life or how California is. He called to tell him that mom passed. Their mom. His mom. She’s gone, going into the ground and he’ll never see her again. Hug her again, never talk to her again. Or taste her Latkes, she’s never going to send him Sufganiyots every holiday season. He’s never going to be around his Ma’ ever again. He hasn’t been around her since the fake funeral, and now he’ll never get the chance to again.

He slid down the wall he balanced himself on when he first heard the news, the telephone hanging by the cord, he didn’t even realize he dropped it, were his hands shaking? He’s on the floor, but his knees still feel so weak, why? He lifts his shaking hands up to his face, wiping off the tears that keep streaming down his face, his white shirt already darkening where the missed tears hit. His chest hurt and his head felt tight, or was that the other way around? He doesn’t know, he doesn’t think. He doesn’t want to think. He can’t think. He just wants his mama, to be held in her arms again like he used to, before he got too big and grown up to be held and rocked, with her stories and lullabies. He can’t even stifle his sobs, and he hates himself for it because he’s a man and men don’t cry. He didn’t cry when Flbrick passed. Hell, he didn’t even show up to the funeral, so why is he sobbing like a baby now?

“Stanford? Stanford are you there? I-I know this is a lot to process, but I need your help planning her funeral. Can you-” At Shermie’s mention of a funeral, Stan let out a wail before he clasped his hands over his mouth, not wanting to alert Fidds or Shermie to his aching chest and furthering fuzzy head. He’s so in his head that he doesn’t hear Fiddleford’s footsteps or register his voice.

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“Stanley, are you alright? I heard a noise an’ I-” Fiddleford stops short at the scene in the kitchen. He takes a moment to process what he’s seeing. Stanley’s sobbing on the floor with the phone off the hook. He can hear someone’s tinny voice coming through the hanging phone. He walks over to Stan, kneeling down and trying to see his face.

“Stan? Hon, are you alright? What happened?” He asks quietly, voice panicked. Is Stan hurt? He doesn’t see anything indicating that, and Stan’s usually so strong against pain, he’s only seen him cry when regressed….Oh dear. Oh this isn’t good. Stan was having a good day, a really good one, until he briefly stepped away from dinner to take a phone call and now he’s on the floor sobbing and most likely regressed. Fiddleford pulls at his hair, not as hard as he used to before Stan but still hard enough to get him to focus. Focus and be calm is what he needs to do. He’s a Father, a Big Brother, and a Caregiver, he can deal with tears. He can do this. He takes a deep breath in, exhales it out, and stands up, grabbing the phone on his way. He’s going to see who and what just upset his baby.

“Stanford! C’mon man! I need you to talk to me here-” Fiddleford heard from the telephone receiver as he brought it up to his ear.

“Dr. McGucket, who do I have the pleasure of speaking to?” He asked coldly, not liking the angry tone of the man on the other end. This is the one who probably upset his Pumpkin, and he will not stand for that yelling or anything as such directed towards his family. It doesn’t matter who the man on the other end is, he will shut down any and all attempts to strong arm or deride Stanley.

“Dr. Mc-What it? Listen, I need to speak with Stanford right now, so just-put him back on the phone. It’s important family stuff, so, none-ya-business-” came the irritated reply from the man steadily making an enemy out of a one Fiddleford Hadron McGucket.

“I’m Stan’s research partner, Dr. Fiddleford McGucket, and Stanford is currently-” he looks down at his boy, still sobbing, but now wrapped around his legs, and his eyes softened, “-indisposed at the moment. I assure you, Sir, that I’ll be sure to relay any messages back to him. Now, I ask again, who are you and what’s your business with Stan?”

“It’s Shermie, his big brother. Listen, I’ll call back whenever he’s not uh- “indisposed”-” Fiddleford can just hear the air quotes, “and all. Just let him know that I need help with Ma’s funeral, okay, Dr. Whatever? Bye.” Fiddleford hears that dial tone and his heart feels heavy in his chest. Oh no, oh his poor, poor baby. He loved his mama so much, always smiled for hours after talking to her, and now she’s-

Fiddleford lowers himself to kneel beside Stan, whose arms are still wrapped around his leg, and gently lifts his face to look at him. He sees Stan’s tear stained face, his lips in the biggest and wobbliest frown he’s ever seen on his boy's face and he finds himself at a loss for words.

“Oh Honey, I’m so sorry about your Ma’.” Is the only thing he can think to say at the moment.

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Hearing those words, Stan feels the ache in his tummy get worse, his throat burns, and he can’t stop the new tears as they go down his face. He wasn’t dreaming it or thinking wrong, if Fidds’ is saying that, then Mama must really be gone, but he doesn't want her to be gone! He wants to hug his Mama now!

He buries his head in Fidds’ chest, sobbing so hard he finds it hard to breathe. He knows he’s gettin’ tears an’ snot on Fidds’ nice white shirt, but he doesn’t say anything. He just rocks them and rocks them, and pats his back and talks to him. Stan can’t hear what he’s saying, but he always likes to hear his voice, Stan’s always found it so nice to listen to his Fidd speak to him, even though he can’t understand what he says.

He feels Fidds chest rise and fall in a big way, and matches it because Fidds taught him that to calm him down when he’s feeling these big emotions, when he can’t swallow and his tummy hurts like it does now. He looks up at Fidds, and he can’t say what the look on his face is, but it makes Stan's tummy ache worse, so he just buries his face in the shirt again.

He feels himself being lifted up and walked somewhere. He doesn’t want to walk anywhere, but his knees were hurting sitting down, so he guesses this is fine. He blinks when a bright light turns on and he’s sat down. They’re in the bathroom? He sniffles, bringing his hand up to rub his eyes and looks around, he’s confused on why they’re here, he doesn’t want to take a bath. He doesn’t want to do anything but lay down with Poindexter and cry and miss Mama. Except he doesn’t want to do that either because it hurts to cry and miss her, it always does, but there’s no more calling her when he misses her any more because she’s gone! His lips wobble and he can feel the tears in his eyes again, but he doesn’t want to cry again, he’s a big boy and big boys don’t cry! Stan startles when he feels a warm and wet washcloth gently touch his face, wiping away his snot and tears. He looks at Fidds, who’s kneeling in front of him with a serious look on his face.

“Now, Stanley, I know what you’re going through is hard. It’s the toughest thing anyone can go through, so it’s alright to cry. Ah!” Fidds cuts off when Stan shakes his head, “None o’ that, Love Bug, crying is healthy and good for the soul. Lord knows I’ve done enough crying to know how it can feel like a release. So it’s okay to cry, you loved your Ma’, and it’s a painful feeling, that loss. I lost my momma when I was about to graduate high school, and it was the hardest thing I’ve been through. I cried like a baby every day for weeks. Does that make me less of a man?” Stan quickly shook his head, feeling dizzy from the force of it. Fidds was one of the manliest people he knows (excluding the entire Corduroy family), he’s super duper smart, and he can cook, and he can chop woods, and Stan saw him tackle a Deer once! Fidds is so cool, smart, and manly!

“Exactly, crying is nothing but a human emotion, and you’re a human, you can let yourself feel your emotions, Stanley. I promise you, I will not make fun of you, no teasing, no nothing of the sort, ya’hear?” Stan nods his head, “Good. It’s okay to grieve, I want you to grieve, I want you to remember your Ma’, all the good she’s brought in your life and how much love she filled it with, I want you to always remember her, okay?” Stan feels more tears fall down his face, his Fidds is so wise. He knows how to help Stanley, what to say and do, even when Stanley doesn’t know why he’s feeling a sort of way, or can’t find himself to speak or think. He loves his Fidds, he wishes he had him as a dad instead of him, then life would’ve been super better, probably great even!

“But, don’t get stuck in your feelings, you can remember and love your Ma’ all you want and need, but you need to remember there’s other people that care about you. I care about you so much, so many people in town care about you. So when you find yourself feeling too much about your Ma’ or your past, remember your present and the people here that love you. Remember me, Stanley, remember how I love you as much as I love to breathe. Remember that you’re my baby, that I love taking care of you, that I love being here, in the now, with you. Can you do that for me, Sweetpea?” Stan sniffles and throws his arms around Fidds’ neck sobbing into him. He also loves his Fidds! He loves how he cuts his sandwiches just right, how he does the voices when he reads to him, he loves how Fidds doesn’t call him stupid or girly. He loves how he can just be small around him, that he’s allowed to cry. Fidds would be such a good Pa’.

Stan feels Fidds softly pat his back as he cries again, for what feels like forever this time. When he feels his tears stop, he sniffles and leans back, wiping his nose on his hand. He giggles as he feels Fidds swipe at his face with the cloth again, covering his face from the ticklish feeling of the cold water. He softly pushes Fidds’ hands away with a soft spoken “stop”, breathy from his giggling.

“There’s my boy! Now, I think we both need an early bedtime, hmm? What do ya’ about getting in your comfiest pajamas-I’m thinking your Whale long johns-and getting cozy in bed with Poindexter and “Goodnight Moon”? How ‘bout it?” Stan nods his head slower this time, crying always makes his head hurt. He doesn’t want to think anymore right now, he just wants to cuddle his Fidds, Poindexter too of course, he couldn’t leave out his bestest friend, and fall asleep under a warm blankie. Fidds helps him off the toilet seat and into their room, helping him step into his fuzzy whale pajamas and tucking him tight into bed. All the way up from his feet to his neck, just how he likes, and finishing with a forehead kiss that has scrunching his nose up into an adorable smile before settling under the covers with the book open.

“In the great green room there was a telephone and a red balloon…” Fiddleford began reading.

And, as he drifts off to sleep surrounded by warmth and love, he lets out a whispered “G’night, papa”, which squeezes Fiddleford’s heart, which in turn means he squeezes his boy even tighter, resting his head on top of his Stanley’s. Promising, to both himself and the little nestled right here in his arms, that he’ll never waver in love and devotion to his little family.

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misteria247 · 2 days ago

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It'd been a good day. For one moment, the day had been good. And now.....

'Breathe Northwest, you gotta breathe here!'

The thought hissed frantic in her head, but she ignored it. Instead, staring at the crimson color that was now staining her skinned knee and palms. The scent of copper overwhelming her to the point it where it made her head swim.

'Hands stained red, can't ever get it off, it never comes off.'

Pacifica felt her throat constrict as her breathing began to quicken. Chest tight and bound, her hands trembling as she just stared at all the blood. There was so much of it, too much of it. Always staining never going away, never coming off she just wants it off-

"Pacifica! Hey Pacifica, snap out of it! Please!"

A voice muffled cried out in the spiraling panic she was now falling into. Not completely registering who it belonged to. Instead trying to focus on trying to breathe and God she couldn't breathe please someone help-

"GRUNCLE STAN! GRUNCLE FORD! FIDDLEFORD! SOMEONE HELP SOMETHING'S WRONG WITH PACIFICA!"

The voice panicked and murky shouted out. The blonde barely processed it, instead wheezing and feeling sick. The sounds of footsteps rushing in, before another presence was by her. Warm, cautious hands gently taking her hurt ones. Pacifica let out a distressed sound only for a gruff soft voice to shush her quietly. Putting her at ease somewhat.

"Pumpkin I need you to go get the first aid kit from Poidexter or Fidds. Can you do that for me?"

The rough voice asked earning a noise of agreement before the source of it went rushing away. Pacifica trembled and again the voice spoke but this time at her.

"Hey, hey kid it's okay. You're gonna be okay. I need you to look at me."

It said, waiting for the girl to respond. After a bit of a struggle, the blonde finally looked away from her bloody hands, sucking in a harsh breath that made her head hurt, and chest give a funny stutter of sorts. Unseeing eyes made contact with a larger form that consisted of colors and shapes. But for some strange reason, they brought her comfort.

"That's it. You're doing great kid. Now, I need you to listen to me, follow my breathing. Don't focus on anything else. Now breathe in-"

The form said, taking in a deep breath to demonstrate. Paz tried to follow, her intake shuddering and making her nauseous.

"I-I can't-"

She started to say only for the comforting form to interrupt her, tone firm but tender.

"Yes you can sweetheart. Just focus on me, and take it easy. Now again."

After that, it was a bit of a blur for her. Hazy recollections of following the voice's breathing, hiccuping, and crying all the while until finally, the world began to refocus. Pacifica blinked, her surroundings finally making sense. The familiar back porch of the Mystery Shack greeted her, as well as the anxious form of Mabel and the concerned form of Ford. On the sofa sat an opened first aid kit, and it was then her knee and palms made themselves known by stinging dully. Confusion hit her as she realized that someone was gently rubbing her back. Eyes landing on the source, she was surprised to see none other than Mr. Mystery himself being the one doing it. Stanley noticed her gaze and seemed to relax a bit, offering her a cheeky smile.

"There she is, thought we lost there for a bit. How are you feeling? Can you stand up kid?"

Stan asked, seemingly indifferent. But his gaze held concern and understanding in them. As if he knew what kind of personal hell Paz had just gone through. The teen tried to speak but found she couldn't, her throat seemingly not working. Embarrassed, Paz shook her head no. Stanley didn't seem too surprised.

"Alright, up we go kid."

The older man said, picking her up unexpectedly. Paz immediately gripped his shirt, still shaken from earlier. Stan didn't comment on it, instead making his way up the old wooden stairs to join Mabel and Ford.

"Sweetie can you get the couch set up in the living room? I'm sure your pal is gonna need it."

Stan said, earning a hesitant nod from his niece. Mabel gave her friend one last worried look before heading inside. Pacifica didn't pay much attention, too exhausted from the events from earlier. Stan and Ford started to whisper amongst themselves, the two men seemingly discussing something before coming to an agreement. Ford held open the door for the two, and Stanley stepped inside into the kitchen. Where Fiddleford and Dipper were seated at the kitchen table, looking incredibly anxious and on edge. As soon as they noticed Pacifica, however, the tension they had seemed to fade away quickly. Dipper looked like he was about to start asking questions, but one look from Ford to Fiddleford made the two adults intervene. Taking Dipper into the living room with Mabel to set something up. Leaving Stan and Pacifica alone. A silence settled over them before the older man spoke up.

"I know you're probably embarrassed by what happened. But I'm just gonna tell you right now that no one cares about that. They care about whether you're okay or not. So don't think too much on it, alright?"

Pacifica took the words, processing them a bit. Before quietly nodding, not ready to talk yet. For Stanley, it was fine, he knew from experience how exhausting a panic attack could be, so he wasn't going to push it. Satisfied, he carried her out into the living room to join the others, where hopefully she could finally get some peace.

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11x13kyle · 11 months ago

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when stan is in an uber he acts like he’s in a psychological saw trap. he scrolls back and forth on his home screen acting like he’s busy, texting kenny random keysmashes to pretend he’s having a real human conversation. he’s squirming in his chair and bopping his head to the music and the driver asks if he likes the song and stan says it’s his favorite even though he’s never heard the song in his life. the driver asks how he’s doing and stan goes “living the dream, boss!” despite never having said this string of words all at once in his life but he panicked.

kenny, on the other hand, is the person who hops in the passenger seat of the uber. he asks for aux and fiddles with the ac like it’s nothing. he places his hand on the uber driver’s thigh and stares at him. sometimes the uber driver places his hand nervously over kenny’s. they ride quietly and tenderly until kenny reaches the abortion clinic that he’s meeting a hookup from a couple weeks ago at and kenny gets out of the car, but not before placing his hand on the driver’s cheek and whispering: “maybe in another life, anthony:” they both give each other 5 stars.

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nutcasewithaknife · 5 months ago

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Ooh, I’d love to hear about MLC on ice!!!

And I would love to talk about it. forever and ever. You might have unleashed a beast.

The premise of this one has changed way too much to be a Yuri!!! on Ice AU anymore, so it's just an ice skating AU now. The basic premise is this: Fang Duobing, young ice skater who can't quite seem to find the right coach for himself and is coming off several unsatisfactory seasons, goes off to an obscure little town with a rink with no plans. There he latches on to Li Lianhua and soon recognises him as Li Xiangyi, who quietly retired and then vanished off the face of the earth 7 years ago after a terrible injury. The only course of action is, of course, to badger Li Lianhua into being his coach! Especially when Di Feisheng declares that the upcoming season is going to be his final one!

This is just like the first chapter or two of the fic, things go off the rails quite soon. There's the series of suspicious events 7 years ago that caused dfs, lxy and sgd to leave the season, the lingering effects of Li Lianhua's injury that limit his skating abilities severely, Di Feisheng who is determined to hunt him down and skate against him anyways, Qiao Wanmian (the first one to find Li Lianhua again in this AU) who tags along for the chaos and agrees to be Fang Duobing's official coach to keep Li Lianhua's identity a secret, so on. It swings wildly between crack and heartfelt emotional moments, domestic shenanigans and skating drama. Like I mentioned, I'm writing this with @istgidek1234 who is the real hardcore Yuri!!! on Ice stan and skating expert in this relationship. I went into a bit of a rabbit hole with ice skating a few months back, and it merged with the MLC hyperfixation we both were having, and this happened.

Tagging @istgidek1234 so she can ramble on a bit more about this au!! And here's a little bit of the chaos from one of my segments:

Li Lianhua was, overall, in good spirits on the evening the doorbell rang, just as they settled in for dinner after winding down post-practice. Then he opened the door, and said spirits went flying off with his peace of mind in tow. He really needed to get a peephole put in. Di Feisheng scowled at him with the force of a… well, a Di Feisheng. Li Lianhua knew better than to try and shut the door on his face; he valued the fact that his door was securely hinged to it’s frame. “How did you–” There was no point in asking how Di Feisheng had stalked them back home. Of course he had. Li Lianhua had been a fool lulled into a sense of false security by his own complacency. Panicked, he poked his head out and looked around, just to make sure. “Are you trying to get the world’s entire skating press here?” he hissed at him. Di Feisheng looked at him like he was a bug. “No one knows I’m here. I took care.” He better mean something more concrete and foolproof than the shades and mask sticking out of his pockets. “What do you want now?” Li Lianhua asked flatly, resigned to his fate. “My head on a pike?” He was going to kill Fang Duobing for dragging him back into this world, and then Di Feisheng for hounding him immediately. He was going to flee the country with nothing but Hulijing. That train of thought slowed to a halt as he noticed that Di Feisheng was… was he hesitating? No, he never did. If he’d shown up here, that meant he’d made his mind up about whatever it was already. He was taking his time though, fixing Li Lianhua with a look that was his usual stubborn battle-face, but more intense than ever. And then he spoke. “Skate with me, Li Xiangyi.” Li Lianhua blinked, slowly, then a few times rapidly. “Pardon?” Di Feisheng’s jaw clenched tighter. Li Lianhua’s own hurt from just looking. “Skate a pairs program with me.” “A what!?” came the shout from behind. Li Lianhua shut his eyes and prayed for strength as Fang Duobing stormed up to the door, then pushed right past him, all the way out. “Di Feisheng!? What is he doing here? What did he just say??”

#thanks for the ask :DD #mysterious lotus casebook #wip game #mlc on ice

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mxssingmemories · 1 year ago

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Hi, I was wondering if you could write something with Sebastian Stan x Daughter!Reader. Let’s say that the reader is about 7 years old and she accidentally interrupted Sebastian’s zoom interview and the interviewer let’s her join and they ask her who her favorite Avenger is and she says Captain America and then she says how cool the Winter Soldier is

The Interview

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x daughter!reader

Warnings: None!

Summary: You accidentally walk in on your dad's interview, but it turns into a fun experience for all three of you.

A/N: thanks for the request, lovely! i loved writing this :)

Word Count: 520 ish

Your dad's first interview after the release of "The Falcon and the Winter Soldier" was a bug one for him, and you knew this. Even though you were only 7, you had a pretty good understanding of your father's career. You knew he was an important person to a lot of people, but you disregarded that most of the time-he was still your dad!

You honestly didn't mean to interrupt the Zoom meeting. You just wanted to see Sebastian and didn't know it had already started.

You entered the room quietly, freezing when you realized Sebastian was on the call with the interviewer.

Your dad looked up at you with a stern expression, but quickly softened when he saw the disappointment in your eyes. "Hey kiddo, what are you doing here?" he asked, reaching out to put a comforting hand on your shoulder.

Your dad, despite being in the middle of a sentence, paused and smiled at you. "Hey, little miss," he said. "I'm in the middle of the interview, honey," he murmured. "Wanna say hi, kiddo?"

You felt yourself blushing as you nodded your head, hiding behind Sebastian as you waved the visible part of your hand. ducking your head to hide your face. He jumped to reassure you the second he saw the panicked look on your face.

"We're just talking about work stuff. Do you want to say hi to our friend here?"

You jumped out from behind him as you nodded eagerly, waving at the screen so fast your hand blurred on it.

"Hi there!" the interviewer smiled excitedly, waving back at you. "Can I ask you a question, Miss Stan?" he asked, pretending to be elegant. You giggled as you nodded, just excited to be included.

"Who's your favorite Avenger?" he asked, raising one eyebrow at you.

"Uh, I really like Captain America. The Winter Soldier's cool, too!" you added on, grinning widely. "My dad is the coolest one, though!" you added with a giggle.

The interviewer chuckled heartily- he was clearly enjoying the unexpected interruption. "I couldn't agree more, Miss Stan," he said. "Your dad is definitely one of the coolest superheroes out there. How does it feel to have a dad who's such an important person in the superhero world?"

You thought for a moment, curling your fingers around your dad's hand. "It's awesome," you said. "It's also really cool to have a dad who's just a regular dad, too. He still makes the best pancakes on Saturday mornings, and he's really good at playing hide and seek!"

The interviewer laughed, clearly having fun with the sudden change in the conversation. "Well, I'm sure your dad is the best at both being a superhero and a dad," he said. "Thank you for joining us, Miss Stan. It was a pleasure to meet you."

"You too," you grinned as you took the hint and slid off your dad's lap, closing the door softly as you exited the room.

The interview continued as background noise as you sat down, a silly grin on your face. This was definitely going to be an awesome memory to look back on as you grew up.

#sebastian stan x daughter!reader #sebastian stan #my writing

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pichiru · 2 months ago

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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.

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

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toomuchracket · 8 months ago

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omg what if band!gf wrote "want you back" by haim and ross is freaking out like she wants her ex back????? no she's mine. him ranting to matty and matty knowing all the lore about her ex bc he's a stan

i'm cackling at this ok right so you're not doing lead vocal on the track or anything but ross is still quietly panicking about it to matty, who before ross can even finish his "what if she-" replies "no, he was a dick to her. completely vile. worst of the worst. there's no way". ross is like "and you know this how?", and matty literally just shrugs and says "i know the lore. i'm very invested in the background behind that EP. modern masterpiece" lmfao. anyway, ross won't bring it up to you, but it's eating away at him, so matty calls you from the studio and says "please for the love of god can you reassure your boyfriend you don't want your ex back? he's spiralling cos you wrote that song. and i've tried to tell him! but god knows he won't listen to ME". and you're like "yeah i wrote the MUSIC, not the lyrics!! put him on the phone", and when ross is sheepishly like "hi babe" you're like "sweetie. don't be fucking stupid. you're the love of my life. and all i did on that song was write a guitar line under stella's lyrics about fumbling her ex-girlfriend lol". and ross laughs and says "i love you. and i can't believe stella finally admitted what we all knew, christ. only took her a year and a half!", and you're like "literally. anyway, can i come down to the studio for a bit? miss you", and ross is like "please!! might have to cling onto you the entire time so you don't get roped into working, though", and you're like "as if i'm going to complain about that lol". cute!! <3

#mads answers asks #ross asks #fluff asks #girlband gf

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todayonmoneyshot · 4 months ago

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@underfalls-36

So, here's this 🥰 Idk if that's what you were wanting/envisioning/whatever but I hope it's at least a little up to snuff.

He woke up, in the dark and all alone.

The silence was stifling where it crushed down on him, spreading across his ribs and pressing in, in, in until panic was sparking fever-hot in his thoughts. And his breathing was so fucking loud in the quiet, puffing out of his long-healed broken nose in pitiful gasps until he thought to breathe through his mouth. He breathed as little as possible, as slowly as his panicking heart would allow for – trying to disappear.

His pulse hammered between his ears as he squinted his eyes shut. Tension crawled up his spine, sinking blunt teeth into the muscles of his neck and jaw before pooling heavily in his skull. He gritted his teeth, grinding them so hard his jaw hurt as he sucked air between his teeth.

That prey thing in his thoughts pulled a curl into his spine – protect his belly, hide his neck. All those soft, vital bits were necessary to keep on keeping on. A whine caught high in his throat.

Somewhere in the dark, there was a hollow thud, the rustle of fabric against the floor, a muffled curse.

There was a blind, desperate rush for the floor – the need to get as low to the ground as possible, to make himself a smaller target thundered alongside the throb of his pulse. Panic cinched around his ribs and yanked, barbing sharply against his already frayed nerves. He squinted his eyes shut tight, baring his teeth as his breath panted out of him.

Did he owe someone money?

A favor?

The floor was hard – unforgiving – under his curled fingers, his bony knees as he scrambled for the wall. His eyes burned, tears pearling under his lashes as his chest hitched.

Was his debt expected to be paid in blood and sweat?

In flesh?

His jaw clenched hard, his breath rattling out of him wetly as he pressed himself in the corner – too panicked to find anywhere else to hide. Tears slipped sluggish and hot, lazily, down his cheeks. He pulled his knees to his chest, dipping his face to press against the hard shelves of his kneecaps as he hugged his thighs. The position kept his lungs from filling fully, forcing him to slow his breathing as he hunched his shoulders around his ears.

Hidehidehide bounced off the curved inside of his skull.

He panted hard, trying to curl into himself until he disappeared.

The sound of something hitting the floor pulled Ford’s attention.

He was, perhaps, a little overprotective when it came to Stanley after the whole memory gun incident. While his twin had proven himself to be far more resilient than Ford had ever imagined, he still worried. His mind so helpfully offered up a comprehensive list of the most common health ailments that plagued men their age, never mind that Stan’s lifestyle increased those by almost double. Ford tried not to think about his twin’s homeless years, but it gnawed at him, directly related to a whole different set of health issues.

Anxiety, depression, substance abuse … he crammed that down and stomped on it.

Stanley was one of the bravest, the strongest people he knew. A hero. Whatever it was, they would face and defeat together. There wasn’t anything that could keep the Stan twins down.

“Stan,” Ford asked quietly, his brow furrowing as he opened the door to their shared cabin.

The bed was empty, the covers half off the mattress, but there was no Stan in sight. Given that they were currently anchored off Vancouver Island and that the windows only opened halfway, it was probable that Stan was still in the cabin, as Ford hadn’t passed him in the corridor. But there were a limited number of places to hide within the cabin, and Stanley wasn’t exactly diminutive in stature.

Frowning, Ford stepped into the room a little further.

“Stanley,” he cautioned, a little louder.

The floor creaked under his boots, coaxing a soft whine from the shadows of the room, and he … broke. He stumbled into the cabin, ungainly and awkward like Ford was thirteen all over again as he tripped over his own two feet. Ford rounded the foot of the bed and drew to a stop because Stanley was crowded into the corner of their cabin, partially hidden by the small nightstand. His brother’s chest hitched pitifully as he curled in against his knees, seemingly trying to make himself smaller in the pool of pre-dawn shadows.

Another muted whimper cracked out into the quiet of the cabin.

His chest tightened almost painfully because Ford wanted nothing more than to bundle Stanley up in his arms and keep him safe. He swallowed hard, uncertain of how to proceed. Ford stepped slowly around the bed, edging closer at a snail’s pace.

Irrationally, Ford kept waiting for Stan to jump up, to flash a broad grin, to yell kidding, but he never did. And Ford was just creeping forward slowly, his attention honed in on his twin – cut off at the knees and desolate where Stanley was curled into the corner.

Ford had told himself, convinced himself that Stanley had been … fine, once Pa kicked him out.

Of the two of them, Stan had always been the more social one, the more street savvy one. He’d understood the delicate nuances of social interaction, the tactless sexual contracts made between adults, the acceptable societal lies people absorbed. And while Stanley had been young when he’d left home, he’d been persistent and smart.

It was … difficult for Ford to reconcile the idea of Stan with the idea of the younger twin living his best life like a Lost Boy with the reality that Stan had once been a homeless child and was currently curled into the corner of their cabin, dressed only in boxers and a wifebeater. The younger twin had always been loud and brash; it was strange to see him so subdued.

And yet, Stan was curling further into the corner – trying to make himself as small as humanly possible.

Static crackled in his brain at that.

“Lo siento, lo siento,” Stan whispered breathily, curling in on himself further as his shoulders hunched up around Stanley’s ears.

“It’s alright,” he murmured softly, dropping carefully to his knees beside his twin.

Ford braced himself against the somewhat expected hurt of Stan whining and curling further in on himself, crushing into the corner desperately, but still it hurt. Stanley hunched up, protecting all the vulnerable areas of his body – his head, his throat, and his stomach. It still hurt desperately, aching and festering under his sternum but Ford shuffled backward on his knees, hands raised in surrender.

“Okay, okay,” he whispered as he shuffled backward. “It’s okay, Stan,” Ford promised quietly, quickly as he spread a hand on Stan's bicep.

A soft, breathy whine was his response as Stanley buried his face against his knees, hugging at his thighs a bit desperately.

Ford scooted backward until he was able to catch hold of their quilt, dragging it close before he started across the floor once more. Stanley was as close to the corner as was humanly possible, which posed a significant problem about swaddling him up. It took more than a little coaxing for Stan to peel away from the corner enough for Ford to tuck the thick edges of the quilt in around his brother to the best of his ability before he carded his fingers through Stan’s thick, silvered hair.

He scraped his nails gingerly against Stan’s skull, gently tugging him further into the cradle of his arms. It took a lot of coaxing to get Stanley to rest against his chest, even more so for his little brother to calm down. Stan whined sharp and quiet, his fingers curling hard in Ford’s sweater and subsequently his sides.

“You’re okay,” Ford mumbled, trying to swallow down his wince. Stan’s blunt fingers dug hard into Ford’s sweater, whimpers trickling out of Stanley pitifully as he pushed his face into Ford’s shoulder, pressing closer.

“You’re okay,” he murmured, tipping his head down just enough to press his face into Stan’s messy hair. Ford was suddenly reminded of so many moments just like that one, only in reverse where Stan had spent countless hours soothing Ford back from the sharp edge of a panic attack. He would wait as long as Stanley needed. His other half deserved that, at the very least.

“We’ll just sit here,” Ford whispered softly, smoothing his fingers through Stanley’s hair. “For as long as you need.”

#gravity falls #stan pines #ford pines #sea grunks #hurt/comfort

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alister312 · 10 months ago

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Summary:

Stan wishes he could stand by his convictions no matter what too. Then maybe he wouldn’t be here, trying to think of what to draw that wouldn’t piss Kyle off in the morning but would also make Cartman leave him alone. ~~ Stan is forced to draw on a sleeping Kyle during a sleepover but the only thing he can think to do is treat Kyle's freckles like stars. written for the spinthetags SP Secret Santa event on tumblr

hi @cchallucination!! i'm your backup santa for the @spinthetags secret santa!! thank you for your patience, i hope you like your gift. read it on ao3 and/or below the cut :)

The muffled giggles are annoying enough to make Stan stir, but he doesn’t fully wake up until he hears a quiet, harsh “Shut up Clyde!” followed by even quieter laughter. Cracking open one eye, he sees two figures hunched over another body sleeping on the ground. As his eyes adjust to the dark, he realizes what exactly the two are doing and he sits up.

“Dude, seriously?” Stan whispers, not wanting to wake any of the others in the room. Luckily he still catches the attention of the two already awake, who whip around in surprise.

“Goddamn it Clyde, you woke Stan up,” Cartman mutters. He waves his hands around in a faux mystic way, as if trying to cast a spell. “Go back to sleep, Stan, this is all a dream.” Stan rolls his eyes, then wriggles out of his sleeping bag.

“Drawing on people’s faces? C’mon.” He crawls over and snatches the marker out of Clyde’s hand. “We’re in high school now, guys. Grow up.”

“Hm, I don’t know what you’re talking about, Stan. It looks like you’re the only one with a marker here.” Cartman grins smugly, his marker now nowhere to be seen. “Are you sure you didn’t draw all over poor Craig’s face here?”

“Yeah,” Clyde quickly says, catching on. “You totally drew on his face.”

“It’d suck if he were to wake up right now and see…” Cartman’s hand hovers over Craig’s sleeping face as if his intent is to smack Craig awake, something he’ll no doubt pin on Stan too.

“Don’t!” Stan grabs Cartman’s wrist, panicked. Despite the fact that he invited Craig to this sleepover, he’s pretty sure the only reason Craig said yes was because Clyde said yes first, immediately enticed by Stan’s promise to let him play his new PS5. Craig still seems to hate Stan, or at least snarks at him whenever he has the chance. No way does Stan want to be blamed for the crude dicks scrawled all over his face.

“I… fine.” Stan shrinks back and holds his hands up in defeat. “Do whatever you want.”

“Damn right I will,” Cartman nods. He takes out his marker again, then produces another one from somewhere and hands it to Clyde, who goes back to drawing on Craig and stifling his laughter. Apparently satisfied with his own contributions, Cartman moves on and shuffles quietly over to another one of their sleeping friends. Despite the dark, Stan would know the silhouette of those curls anywhere.

“Hey!” He catches up to Cartman, once again stopping him before he can make a mark. There’s no telling what vile things Cartman planned on drawing and writing on Kyle. Stan can already picture the screaming fight that would ensue come morning and is determined to stop it now. There isn’t much time to come up with a plan though, not with the way Cartman was scowling at him, marker still at the ready.

“Let me do him,” Stan mutters. “You go do…” He looks around the room. “Kenny.” Cartman’s eyes narrow, considering this proposition. Stan lets out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding when Cartman caps his marker.

“Alright. I will be coming to inspect your work later, Stan, so you better not pussy out.”

“If I do, you can write whatever you want on me. And I won’t wash it off,” Stan promises. This seems to further satisfy Cartman and he creeps across the room to Kenny, leaving Stan kneeling over his own best friend.

Kyle suffers from RBF, always halfway through a grimace or an eyeroll at whatever others are up to. While it doesn’t make him popular among his peers, it’s something Stan always deeply admired about him. He wishes he could stand by his convictions no matter what too. Then maybe he wouldn’t be here, trying to think of what to draw that wouldn’t piss Kyle off in the morning but would also make Cartman leave him alone.

That signature RBF is gone though, replaced with a much softer expression in sleep. Kyle’s lips are relaxed, parted just slightly, the occasional light snore sounding from them. His head is lolled back on his pillow in such a way that his curls frame it like the sun. An ideal canvas, really, but Stan’s hands shake as he brings the marker down on Kyle’s cheek, terrified that he'll ruin it.

The marker tip ghosts across Kyle’s skin, leaving behind the lightest line Stan has ever drawn in his life. He sits back, hoping he can pretend to be done with it, but catches Cartman judging him from across the room. Stan quickly bends back over Kyle and draws a more decisive line. Kyle now sports a 90 angle on his cheek. Weird for sure, but not embarrassing which was no doubt what Cartman wants.

Stan squints and tilts his head. Looking at it more closely, he hasn’t just drawn lines; he’s connected the dots. Freckles, to be more accurate. Stan makes another careful line between Kyle’s freckles, and then another and another.

“What the fuck, Clyde,” a sleepy groan comes from behind Stan. He turns to see Craig, finally awake and sitting up, staring at Clyde’s handiwork that he could see with resigned frustration. They make eye contact and Craig crawls over to see what Stan came up with.

“What is that even supposed to be?” he asks, antipathy clear in his nasally tone. “A shitty big dipper?”

“I just started,” Stan mutters defensively.

“You suck at this, Marsh,” Craig shakes his head. “Clyde, lie down. My turn.” For whatever reason, Clyde obeys and lays down, handing his marker over to Craig. Stan turns his attention back to Kyle. As much as he hates to admit it, Craig is right. What he’s drawn does look like the big dipper. That would make Kyle’s freckles stars, which feels right to Stan. He doodles a few little sparkles around his dipper to emphasize this and smiles.

Entranced, Stan continues making stars and constellations between Kyle’s freckles, filling his cheeks and moving to his arms when he runs out of room. They’d always had the habit of forgetting others existed, content with a universe of just them. That Kyle would be host to it, that Stan would shape it– inevitable, just like taxes and death.

Stan is so absorbed in his work, in this moment with Kyle, that he fails to notice as people begin crowding around him. It’s not until someone turns on the room lights does Stan stop. He blinks unhappily then looks up to see nearly all his friends staring at him, slack jawed.

Craig, the culprit of the sudden brightness, stands by the light switch.

“Told you,” Craig says, gesturing. “He’s doing some gay shit.” Kyle’s face scrunches, the light finally rousing him. He opens his eyes, clearly confused, before spotting Stan and the marker in his hand.

“Dude, what’s—” Kyle answers his own question before he can even ask it, glancing down at his arms and seeing Stan’s masterpiece. A mortified blush quickly colors his face, one Stan is sure he’s wearing as well. He swallows dryly, trying to figure out how to explain himself (if he even can). As he starts to speak, Cartman cuts him off with howling laughter.

“Oh my god!” Cartman falls back, cackling. “You guys are so cringe!” Clyde joins in, cracking up right alongside Cartman. Stan wants to point out that Clyde has “I love sucking dick” written across his forehead, but deep down he knows what he’s done is much gayer. Even Kenny, who apparently woke up for this, is laughing at them.

“Oh God,” Kyle groans in embarrassment, brows furrowed at Stan in a way that clearly asks a desperate Why?

“Cartman was gonna do it,” Stan mumbles. “So I said I would instead.” His reason sounds stupid coming out of his mouth, but the sigh Kyle heaves doesn’t sound frustrated at all. In fact, while the others are all distracted wiping tears from their eyes from laughing too hard, Kyle mouths a silent Thank you . Stan beams.

“Well Stan,” Cartman says, uncapping his marker, “as much as you and Kyle being gaywads brings me joy, you did pussy out.”

“Yeah, yeah. Go ahead.” Stan shuffles over, resigned to his fate. He’s not sure what everyone is writing and drawing on his face, though he has guesses from the way they’re all snickering. Kyle hangs back, his expression a clear indication that Stan will probably regret his promise to not wash anything off. He can’t bring himself to be too mad right now though, not when he sees the way Kyle is admiring the constellations. His quiet smile is all worth it.

#south park #sp fanfiction #sp style #stan marsh #kyle broflovski #sp stanky #sp stan #sp kyle #sp cartman #sp craig #sp clyde

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ready-for-take-off · 4 months ago

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Hello!! Do you happen to have any sick headcanons for ZB1? Only the members you’re more familiar with if that’s easier do you <3

So guess what... you're actually in luck because I recently started stanning ZB1 so I'm now familiar with all of them haha! Here is some of the stuff I have in my notes, and I tried to add caretaker hcs for each as well-

(Sorry to anyone who is waiting for the other requests I took, I just figured I'd answer ZB1-related-stuff first just because they're at the forefront of my mind currently. On that note, please don't hesitate to submit any ZB1 fic requests as well!)

Hanbin

-Gets the short end of the stick with pretty much every sickness there is -Sometimes has uncharacteristic emotional breakdowns when sick -I just know he has a collection of comfort objects -Probably gets stomach aches from stress -Has a wide variety of facial expressions and vocalizations whether he's the sickie or caretaker -Cute and fluffy as a caretaker, does everything he can to ensure members' health (including checking on them obsessively)

Jiwoong

-Gets awkward and just spaces out when sick -Would never allow himself to cry from pain but might tear up -Feels a sense of duty towards the members, almost like a dad -Snaps immediately into caring mode whenever he sees someone not feeling well, but respects their boundaries -Like I can see him just patting someone's back quietly while they cry

Zhang Hao -Chronic complainer- being sick annoys him more than anything -Low pain tolerance and tears up from anything -When something hurts his face will look like he's crying out in pain but he doesn't make a sound or makes a choked noise at best (very specific but I do see him make this kind of expression a lot) -Looks pathetic and tiny when throwing up -The members like to touch his tummy a lot because it's soft (as Gyuvin once said) -Which is a good thing because I can see him getting stomach aches often (attracting caretakers) -Preaches the importance of health to other people when they're sick -Insistent and blunt as a caretaker

Matthew

-Doesn't get sick too often, but when he does his whole routine gets thrown off (also with injuries) -It's weird when he's super sick because the room gets a lot quieter even if he truly does want to talk -Actively tries to calm down and do positive self-talk when panicking or nauseous (probably knows some breathing exercises) -Very open with issues, doesn't try to hide it -Can see him curling up in Jiwoong's arms whenever he gets a stomach ache -Can sometimes drop the most fire health advice -As a caretaker, he wants nothing more than for the sickie to feel better so he'd say cheesy cute things -(not necessarily a sick hc but) Tries to be a mediator whenever members disagree

Taerae

-To be honest, I don't have the tightest grasp on his personality :') -But I know he would be very cute when sick and his normally logical personality would go down -He'd just go into hiding until he feels better -Would just offer physical touch as a caretaker

Ricky

-Worries a lot about his image while sick (hates being vulnerable) -Probably won't see him sick often because he keeps to himself -Doesn't like to ask for help, brushes any concerned comments off -Would try to sleep it off -Gets an angry face when he doesn't feel well -Tends to overanalyze situations -(this is just me projecting but) I hc him as a hypochondriac and slight emetophobe (mainly out of fear of contagion) -Probably the most perceptive member- good listener and always knows what someone needs -Would not hesitate to take care of someone out of chivalry

Gyuvin

-If the sickness isn't too severe, he won't really notice or let it interfere with anything (usually the case) -Gets upset if sickness ruins group plans (there's evidence for this: when he missed a showcase he typed a page-long apology after it) -Throwing up always drains him of energy -Self-critical, feels guilty for wasting others' time -Loves to baby his members -Probably the most physically affectionate member (randomly hugs and touches) -Rubs his members' tummies (also evidence for this)

Gunwook

-He's said himself that he cries a lot -Hates to be alone when sick -Makes a cute pouty face to attract caretakers -Would absolutely love to have his tummy rubbed -Would pretend to be surprised if someone took good care of him but deep down he's not -As a caretaker, he'd be more likely to keep the sickie company than actually help them

Yujin

-Shy, doesn't want to be touched -When he gets sick it usually comes on super fast (no one will notice until he finally loses it) -I feel like he would get dizzy easily -Doesn't like throwing up because of other people's reactions (doesn't want to be seen as vulnerable) -Panics often for no reason, which makes him go dead quiet -Would secretly enjoy being the caretaker because it makes him feel mature I feel like with ZB1, theres a clear division in members who fit the sickie role vs the caretaker role just because they all have such prominent personalities. I'd say the sickies are Hao, Taerae, Gunwook, and Yujin, while the caretakers are Hanbin, Jiwoong, Matthew, Ricky, and Gyuvin. Let me know what you guys think about this! <3

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pixiedust111 · 1 year ago

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Rapunzel into the Multiverse! (Part-5)

(continued)

"Who's Eugene?" The king asked.

"Uh.. Flynn Rider?"

"Why are you asking for that criminal, your highness? He was executed 3 days ago." Captain explained.

"He was executed three days ago."

Rapunzel's entire world had shaken. Feeling dizzy, she sat down again.

"No! No no no! He...he can't...oh dear! Oh my goodness! Oh my...!" Rapunzel exclaimed.

"Why does that criminal's execution make you so upset, darling?" Queen asked. She had no idea what was going on.

"You! You are responsible for all of these!" Rapunzel shouted after pointing at Gothel.

Panicking, Gothel started running from the castle as Stan had become a bit oblivious while holding her chain.

"She... she stole me and held me captive," Rapunzel blurted out, adrenaline rushing through her veins.

"Seize her. At any cost." The king ordered.

"And, I just broke my promise." Rapunzel muttered.

"Why didn't you tell it before?" Queen asked.

"Because I made a promise, but now, I don't know what to do, because I lost everything, I lost him forever, you all killed him." Rapunzel cried hysterically.

"What?" Queen was surprised.

"This is not real, this is not happening, this is not happening, this is no..." Rapunzel passed out before completing the sentence.

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Rapunzel awoke on her familiar bed. It was another nightmare, nothing else. She felt relieved, realizing the truth. Perhaps, she learned to read inside dreams, finally!

Huh! What was she thinking inside the dream? Parallel world, alternate universe, how absurd! Varian drove her crazy with that peculiar theory. Eugene is still sleeping quietly right next to her. It's a bit unusual; he usually snores a little during sleep, though it's not that loud at all, but he does it all the time.

Something feels unusual. For whatever reason, Rapunzel felt uncomfortable. She put one of her hands on Eugene's shoulder.

Wait! It's not the same sleepwear he was wearing!

Rapunzel realized under the soft glow of the oil lamp. Something is not right; he looks different too from the back.

Waking up, Eugene rolled back toward Rapunzel.

"Are you okay, honey?"

Rapunzel's heart skipped a beat.

It's not Eugene!

To be continued...

#pixiesdiary #tangled #rapunzel #eugene #fanfiction #tangled fanfiction #multiverse #broken dream

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h3arts-4-broflovski · 2 years ago

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HEATWAVE (Part 2)

TW’s before we start: Mentions of d3ath, mentions of su1cide, mentions of $h, mentions of an0rexia, very angsty, emo

If any of that triggers you, please don’t read. Also, If you haven’t read part 1, please do that before continuing the story. If part 1 would trigger you, don’t read, please.

“No…nonononono this isn’t real this isn’t happening THIS ISN’T HAPPENING” Kyle sobs. Kenny grabs y/n’s hand and presses it to his face, silent. Butters is bawling hysterically. Tears are rolling down Craig’s face, which nobody has seen before. Tweek figured everything out, and presses himself to Craig, crying quietly. Stan can’t process what’s happening, and is just standing, frozen. Even Cartman, who is still trying to look “kewl” in front of the guys is on the verge of tears. Paramedics bust through the door to get to her. One is performing CPR whilst two others are trying to stop the bleeding. “This is my fault… this is all my fault..” Kyle mutters while pacing back and forth, pulling his hair. “It’s not your fault Kahl..” Cartman says, his voice cracking. “YES IT IS. If I would’ve told Kenny to go in when he saw her cutting herself, she wouldn’t be DEAD.” He says, breaking down. As they all sit there in silence, the only sounds being their cries, the paramedic is still trying to resuscitate y/n. “Please don’t go..” Kenny whispers, still holding her hand. Suddenly, as if she heard Kenny’s wish, she breathes in deep. Everybody gasps. Y/n’s breathing was slow, but there. The paramedics start to carry her to the ambulance, and the boys follow them outside. “Meet us at the hospital.” “Can’t we be in the ambulance?” “No. You can’t. I don’t want you kids to see anymore of this.”

The boys practically run into the hospital, “WHERE IS Y/N?” They shout, panicked at the receptionist. “Oh. D’ya mean the girl who tried to kill herself? She’s in room 420.” “Hah. 420.” Cartman jokes as they step into the elevator. “Now is NOT the time for jokes, fatass.” Kyle replies.

They stand in front of the door for a moment, and walk in. “You must be the boys that found her.” The doctor says. The boys nod in unison. “What are her stats?” Craig asks, monotone. “Well, she is extremely malnourished, and, well, on the verge of death. You boys are lucky to have found her when you did. If you had been any later, she wouldn’t have made it.” The doctor’s eyes narrow, “how did you find her anyways?” “NGGGGGHHH. TOO MUCH PRESSURE.” Tweek exclaims. “Calm down, honey. It’s okay.” “NGGGHOW IS THIS OKAY??” “Just play with your fidget spinners, honey. It’ll all be alright. We can go sit in the waiting room and I’ll buy you a coffee, okay?” “GGHHOKAY” Craig holds Tweek’s back as they walk back towards the elevator. The others explain the whole situation to the doctor.

After a while, they decide to stay the night in the hospital with y/n until she wakes up. They decide to sleep there, go to school, then return afterwards. They knew it would at least be a few days before she woke up, but they still wanted to be by her side.

About 3 weeks after this whole ordeal, y/n shifts, her eyes fluttering open. Everyone was asleep except Kyle. He couldn’t sleep, he was still panged with guilt. Tweek was sitting on Craig’s lap with his head on Craig’s chest, Butters was using Kenny’s shoulder as a pillow and Kenny was using Butters’ head, Stan held Kyle’s hand as he slept, and Cartman was on the floor. Kyle looked up and saw y/n look around. “SHE’S AWAKE!” Kyle exclaims as he jumps up from his chair and turns the light on. The boys practically jumped from their seats and ran to y/n’s bed. “Where am I?” Y/n asks. “Oh my god…” Kenny says breathlessly. Kyle slaps y/n across the face. “Owie..” “DON’T EVER DO THAT TO ME AGAIN.” He shouts, tears forming in his eyes. “I won’t.” Y/n sits up surprisingly easily and is bombarded by all of the boys hugging her at once. “I love you guys.” “Oh don’t say that I’m gonna cry..” Stan says while everyone else chuckles.

A few days later, y/n has miraculously made a full recovery and returns to school. The group of boys refuse to leave her side. They even follow her to the bathroom. They watch her eat and take turns staying the night at her house with her. Whenever y/n feels like hurting herself again, she remembers seeing the sadness on her friends’ faces and talks to either Mr.Mackey or one of the guys about it. She spends a lot of time in Mr.Mackey’s office now, but the boys still insist on coming in with her. Y/n’s scars are now faded and she has fully recovered from an0rexia. Her relationships with her friends are better than ever now, they don’t ever talk about the incident, (except for Cartman, who still makes jokes about the room number). They are all living their happy little lives together.

#south park #eric cartman #kenny mccormick #kyle brovlofski #stan marsh #butters stotch #craig tucker #tweek tweak #south park fanfiction #south park angst

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membermentmania · 3 months ago

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August 18th, 3:54-5:00am

“Ask away.” Tweek had questions of his own. Like, why is he here and where the hell is Kenny?

“When did you and Craig get together?”

“Recently.”

He put his index finger on his chin, mulling it over. “What do you like about him?”

Tweek rested his head on his hand. “Clyde, can you please stop interrogating him?” Craig interjected.

“Why is it so wrong to want to know more about my best friend’s secret boyfriend?!” he cried.

“You’re going to scare him off,” he deadpanned.

Clyde snapped his head back to Tweek. “Oh, god. Am I?” He sounded almost panicked.

Tweek laughed quietly. “No.”

“Tweek, you’re gonna encourage him,” Craig groaned.

“Oh, thank god,” Clyde breathed out.

Tweek took the opportunity to flip this around. “Craig’s told me a lot about you guys. Where’s your boyfriend?”

Clyde lit up. “He’s back in New York. He couldn’t get off for the week, but he didn’t want to push our surprise visit back again.”

“Damn. I would’ve loved to meet him. Heard a lot about him too. So, you guys are here for the week?”

“Yeah! We came to see Craigy the minute we got in town!”

Tweek smiled. He’s so precious. Way too good for this world. Then the conversation caught up to him, the realization hitting him like a truck. His stomach dropped. “Sorry. I need to talk to Craig for a second.”

Tweek turned around to see Craig looking at him curiously. He stood up and grabbed him by the arm, dragging him back to his bedroom. He shot Tweek a small smirk. “With company here?” he teased.

“No! What the fuck are we going to do?!”

“Huh?”

Tweek lowered his voice. “Kenny is in New York. Alone! They're here. I’m ending the world in four days!”

“Oh shit.”

“What do we do?! I don’t want him to get stuck there without Clyde!” Tweek’s heart felt like it was going to explode, stress headache coming on at the thought.

“Okay,” Craig breathed out. He took Tweek’s hands. “Take a breath.” Tweek took a slow deep breath, trying to get his ragged breaths to slow down. “Trust,” he said gently.

Tweek nodded slowly. “Trust.”

“Kenny is still a firm believer in the reincarnation cycle. Honestly, I’m pretty sure he’s the one keeping word of it alive. I’ll just call him and tell him it’s happening and he needs to he needs to get his ass home.”

“You really think that’ll work/?”

“His sister and Clyde are here. He’ll come.”

“Okay.”

“After they head out before we go to my parent’s house.”

“Okay.”

Craig pulled him close, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. “It’s alright,” he whispered. “Stan and Kyle have people in Rhode Island. Leo has a huge friend group that looks out for him where he is. Us four will take care of the kids. It’ll be fine.” Guilt gnawed at Tweek’s insides. He nodded slowly. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” Tweek took a small deep breath. “Are you okay?”

He gave Tweek a reassuring smile. “Yeah, I’m good.”

Craig hugged him tightly before letting go and walking back to the kitchen with him. They stepped inside to see Clyde absolutely devouring one of the custard buns. “I tried to tell him not to,” Tolkien said with disappointment.

Clyde ignored him. “Tweek, be so honest, did you make these?”

He laughed. “I did.”

“How much do I have to pay you to marry him?” Tolkien and Tweek started laughing at this. Craig flushed, rolling his eyes.

The group wound up talking for a while in Craig’s kitchen. Tweek got a bit more insight into what Clyde was up to and got to learn a bit about Tolkien. The hours seemed to slip by. “Alright losers, Tweek and I are going to my parents’ for dinner soooo. Get the fuck out.”

Clyde pulled Tweek into a tight hug and raised a middle finger to Craig. “Tell your family I said hi!”

Craig reciprocated the gesture. “No.”

Clyde pouted at him before Tolkien started to drag him out. “See you guys later!” he called out with a smile.

“That was… unexpected,” Tweek muttered.

Craig laughed. “Timing impeccable as always.”

“Alright. We call Kenny and then we’ll go?” Craig nodded, stepping over to the landline on the wall. Tweek watched him dial a number before putting the phone to his ear.

After a few moments, he spoke up. “Hey.”

“Do you guys have speakerphone yet?” Tweek whispered. Craig shook his head so Tweek stepped closer to listen.

Tweek didn’t hear what Kenny said, but he assumed it to be some variation of ‘how are you?’ “Not much, I've been good. Clyde and Tolks just got here.”

“Were you surprised?” Kenny teased. Tweek and Craig exchanged a look and Tweek nodded.

“Very much so.”

Kenny let out a small hum. “I can’t imagine that’s why you’re calling though.”

They exchanged another look. “Um. You remember what you told us about growing up? And like, every time you got drunk or high?”

“Errr. That could be, like, six things.” Tweek bit back a laugh.

“The reincarnation cycle?”

“God fucking damn it. Now?” Tweek found it odd that Kenny just knew before Craig could actually tell him. He tilted his head slightly. He had so many questions he knew weren’t going to get answered.

“Uhh. Yeah. Y2K’s coming early. We got a few days. You need to get home.”

“UGH. Fuck,” he muttered. “Does Clyde know?”

“No. He just left. I didn’t want to freak him out and I don’t even know if he would believe that.”

“Okay. Good. I’ll be on my way as soon as I can. How many days is a few though?”

“Like, four.”

“Craig! I’ll just barely make it!”

“Just get here as soon as you can. I’ll make sure to grab anyone. We’ll be at the church if shit goes down before you get here.”

He sighed. “Thanks. Love you, bro.”

“Of course. See you.” Craig hung up and Tweek took a seat at the table, catching his head in his hand and rubbing at his temple. He was trying to process the implications of what Kennny said, but it just wasn’t adding up. “Does he somehow, like, know?”

“Kenny seems to know everything. I wouldn’t be surprised.”

Tweek breathed out a sigh. “Do you think you can get answers from him?”

“He thrives on being vague and never giving real answers.”

“Remind me. Next life, I’m hunting him down and getting answers.”

He laughed quietly. “I’ll remind you. Let’s go get ready.”

After getting dressed, the two left the church. “Are we driving or walking?” Tweek asked.

“It’s, like, a fifteen minute walk if you want to,” he offered.

Tweek nodded. Craig took his hand and they started walking through town. It was nothing like anything he’d seen on Earth previously, but it had its own charms. They started walking into the more residential area. There were rows of houses. They stopped in front of a beige house.

Wait. I’m meeting Craig’s family. That’s a big deal. How did I not freak out about this earlier? Oh shit. Craig squeezed his hand, snapping him out of his panic. “It’s fine,” he murmured, offering Tweek a small reassuring smile before ringing the doorbell.

A tall blonde woman opened the door, pulling him towards her. “He’s home!” she proclaimed theatrically.

“Yes, ma. I am very clearly standing in front of you,” he deadpanned.

She let go of him and flipped him off before turning her sights on Tweek. Tweek tried not to let out a laugh of genuine shock at the gesture. “This him?”

“Yes, ma.”

“Hello!” she beamed. She looked Tweek over. “Wow. How much is he paying you?”

Tweek put a hand over his mouth, trying to cover up his laugh. “Nothing, ma’am.”

“He should be. My son sucks.” Craig rolled his eyes, flipping off his mother. Tweek was so thrown off. “Come in!”

Craig took the lead and Tweek trailed awkwardly behind him. It definitely isn’t a normal human thing to flip off your parents. Right? No. Definitely not. A large man with orange hair was sitting on the couch. “This your boyfriend?” he asked lazily.

“Yeah. Tweek, that’s my dad.” Tweek’s stomach fluttered. I get why he’s telling people I'm his boyfriend, but still.

Tweek tried to suppress a shiver when cold blue eyes landed on him. “Nice to meet you, sir.”

He gave Tweek a small nod of acknowledgement and turned his attention back to the TV. A girl in her late teens walked down the stairs, peering over at him. He looked in her direction to see a lighter set of blue eyes narrowed on him. “Trish, stop being a weirdo,” Craig said from behind him.

“What is he paying you?” she asked him. She had the same monotone as him. Tweek bit back a laugh.

“I swear to god,” Craig muttered.

“I’m stealing him,” she declared, life finding its way into her voice.

“Trish, please,” he tried weakly.

“You can have him back after dinner.” Tweek looked back to Craig, silently asking for help. Craig shook his head with a small chuckle. Tweek shot him a halfhearted glare in response. “C’mon, angel,” she called out. A small shiver was sent down Tweek’s spine. Weird. Tweek turned back and shot her a small smile before following him up the stairs.

There was a bright pink bean bag chair in the middle of her room, standing out against the cream carpet and light pink walls. She pointed to it as she closed the door behind him. He took a seat and she grabbed a small box off her desk, before taking a seat in front of him. “I’m Tricia.”

“I’m Tweek,” he responded awkwardly.

“I know.” He gave her a slow nod as she took one of his hands, looking it over. “Y’know, my brother tells me everything.”

“Oh?” She took out a nail file and started working on one of his fingers. He pulled back, the sensation throwing him off slightly. It always did. She raised a brow. “Sorry. Feels weird.”

“It’s okay. I’ll be gentle, don’t worry.” He hesitantly gave her his hand back and she started filing his nail again. “As I was saying, Craig tells me everything. We spoke the other night. After you got back. He told me all about you.”

What the fuck? She said, ‘after you got back,’ right? Wait. He told them he met me on a trip. Does that even make sense? “He did?” he asked, trying not to make a face.

“Yup.”

“How so?”

“Hmm. That we have four days before the world goes to shit. Y’know. Because of what you are.” Tweek flinched slightly, not at all expecting that. “It’s okay,” she hummed. “Kenny’s sister is my best friend in the entire world. I’ve been ready for this.”

“Oh. I’m sorry.”

“I mean, considering the last two times you were around I didn’t get to meet you because I was busy being dead, I gotta say, this is an improvement.” Tweek’s eyes widened. “My brother’s a lot of things, but he’s not a liar.” Her eyes met his, twinge of a smile creeping up. “It’s nice to finally be able to meet you.”

It was like a punch to the gut. He really wanted to meet Tricia. He was so happy he finally could. “It’s nice to finally meet you too.”

“That being said, what are you guys going to do?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I don’t know if you’ve noticed this, but my brother is super in love with you.” Tweeks stomach flipped as he responded with a small nod. “I think it’s pretty obvious you feel the same way.”

His face felt warm. “I do, yeah,” he said quietly.

She took his other hand without acknowledging it. “And you have two rounds left after you leave this time, right?” Tweek nodded. “So what are you guys going to do?”

“I don’t know,” Tweek sighed. “I want to stay here. I want to stay here with him and everyone else more than I want anything. He said next time we’ll make a plan.”

She frowned. “I’m sorry.”

“It is what it is.”

“Next time then. Come find me. I’ll do everything I can to help you guys.”

Tweek breathed out a laugh. “Really?”

“My brother always does so much for me, even though he’s an asshole.” She had a small smile on her face as she looked through different nail polish colors. She grabbed a pale pink one.

“You’re painting them?”

She gave him a nod and opened the bottle. “Anyways. Tell me about you. I’d love to hear what you’re like from you and not just Craig telling me how perfect you are,” she said with a half hearted eye roll.

They talked for a while as Tricia carefully painted his nails with practiced ease. She also put two little braids in his hair, right above his earls. He looked at them in the mirror and immediately loved them. They blended in unless he really looked and when he did, he genuinely thought they were one of the coolest things he’d ever seen on himself.

Tweek told her all about his planet, Bebe and Wendy, and some of his adventures with Craig and the others from the last two times he was there. She’d occasionally ask a question here and there and he’d answer. Tweek showed her his bracelet and the feldspar necklace. He made a constellation in her room. The two got along really well, making Tweek wish he had a sister. Then the thought hit him. If I stay here, I need to try and bring Bebe and Wendy with me.

Eventually, Craig’s mom called up that dinner was ready and the two went downstairs. Craig took a look at him from the couch and smiled, but didn’t say anything. Tweek’s chest felt warm. This felt so comfortable. Tweek sat with his family at the dining room table. Laura made beef stew, which Tweek immediately loved. Occasionally, she would ask a question about himself that he tried to answer at least somewhat honestly. It felt weird lying to her, but he pushed through. His mom was sweet. Thomas didn’t really say much, just occasionally looking over at Tweek. Dinner was pretty uneventful. And as much as he loved going off on out there adventures with Craig, this was arguably better. Just a normal family dinner meant more to him than he could possibly explain.

We said our goodbyes and stepped out into the chilly night hair. Tweek took Craig’s hand, lacing their fingers together. “Why didn’t you tell me you told Trish about me?”

He stiffened a bit. “Are you mad?”

“No. She just scared me a bit with that,” he responded with a laugh.

“Sorry. I just um.” He paused, looking for the words. “When you got back I was so fucking happy. I needed to tell someone. Tricia’s kinda my go to.”

“That’s really sweet,” Tweek murmured, fond smile crossing his face.

Craig swung their hands a bit as they walked home. Tweek loved every moment he spent here. They stepped inside the church and Tweek eyed the piano in the back corner.

“I’ve always wanted to learn how to play,” he mused.

“You guys have pianos?”

“They’eThey're not the same, but it’s close enough.”

“I’m not that good, but I can teach you a bit.”

“Yeah?”

Craig pulled him over and took a seat. Tweek sat down next to him. He slid his fingers across the keys. “Follow me,” he murmured. Tweek gave him a small nod. He pressed a key. Tweek followed. He slowly picked up the pace until Tweek got it. After a few minutes, he figured it out. The song was pretty easy. It was lighthearted and it made him feel bubbly and giddy.

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