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zpiderwebs · 13 days ago

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Here's the promised fic guys!! I had accidentally posted the unfinished product and had to private it while I worked on it💔 AGAIN, HERE IT IS!! LONG AWAITED!!

(Apologies for this being..SUPER..late.)

Pink bandaids and bloody knuckles

Mullet! Stanley pines x reader

Nights were getting colder. Around the time you start sleeping with another blanket to keep your body warm. The condo you lived in was overpriced, but it was the best place that stayed fairly close to your budget. Your landlord was pretty laid back, although she never really have two shits about complaints and her emails were always blown up by the rest of the residents. Every time you called her about an issue, she would just reply with the same response, her raspy voice in your ear. "I'll get to it when I got the time." And hangs up. Great. So now, you currently had a broken heater. Wasn't no issue when you practically owned more blankets than what you needed as a solo person. You didn't get a lot of snow, probably barley, but it was fun to watch it late at night. Still no snow yet.

It was about six in the morning. You were up and getting ready for work since it usually took you forever to leave the door, always forgetting something, so you always took the last few minutes to look for everything. Once you were finally out the door, you locked up the horribly creaky and cracked door. Your feet crunched against the already frozen grass. The air was painfully cold for your lungs but you managed fine. Walking to your familiar old car who was still surprisingly up and running, (passed down from your mother) you admired her old beauty and how she was a fighter. You grew up riding that car, so, you definitely had an attachment to her.

Again, the cold snapped you back into the present as a big breeze hit you. Quickly unlocking and scrambling into your car, you immediately turned on the engine and started up the heater. You weren't sure to complain about the cold or be happy about it. It fairly got very cold back in New Jersey, snowed heavily too all the time. Here, you barely got that.

The fond memories of playing outside in the snow as a carefree child began to fill your head. You remembered that time you were going to school, you slipped and busted your ass, making you stay home from school that day since you sprained your ankle too. That brought up another memory. The two boys who never really left your side. The Pines twins who lived down the road from your parent's apartment. The two twin boys who were extremely excited when you first moved in to the street, thrown pebbles at your bedroom window to get your attention. And since that day, you three became inseparable. Well, up to high-school. Ford took his education very seriously, never really wanting to slack off. Stan was different, always getting into mischief with you. That's how you both ended up trying your first cigarette together in the back of a deli. Reckless but two peas in a pod. His favorite nick name to call you was always "doll". You still remember the late nights you would sneak out just to cross the street over to the Pines Pawn shop. You would spend the whole night talking with stan while Ford got his beauty sleep, earplugs and everything.

Stan was..something extraordinary, in your words. You loved how fun he was, how carefree. That's why you never really denied having a crush on him. He had such a charming character that you were never really sure why so many girls rejected him. He was funny, a flirt, and genuinely very caring once you got to know him to the bone. That's what brings you back to your sprained ankle you got that one time in high-school. Stanley immediately skipped school that day to stay at your place and take care of you while Ford went since he had a paper due which Stan could care less about. You were more important than some stupid essay. That whole day he stuck next to you, watching movies on your old TV while he made himself comfortable on the couch with you. If you needed something, he would go and get it for you. Well..something about that spark a lot and..ended with him kissing you. You weren't exactly sure how to feel, but for the rest of the night after he left, you felt like exploding. Your "friendship" with stan definitely changed after that. He was more clingy and touchy with you, always wanting to hold your hand. You didn't mind it. Things were never made official, probably because you both were still seeing how and where you wanted this to go. This went on for months until..well..he got kicked out.

It was early summer. It was soon to be Stan and Ford's birthday. You were excited to finally celebrate their 18th birthday. You had gone over to talk about what they should do as a trio, only to be met with Ford a sad and tired look on his face. When he told you what had happened, you felt like your world just came crashing down. He left without even saying goodbye? You would've let him stay with you. You would've...helped him. Your emotions were so messed up that when you graduated high-school, the first thing you did was pack up your things and move away. You didn't hear from Ford either.

Snapping out of your thoughts, the car was hotter than expected. You turned the heat down and glanced at the small clock in your car. 6:56..Shit!! You were super lost in thought. Your shift started at 7. Fuck. You quickly pulled out-- but as you did, you noticed a figure and almost hit them, you yelped and quickly pressed your foot down on your break pedal. You parked the car and stepped out.

"Holy shit, I'm so, so sorry I didn't see you! Sorry sir, please forgive me in a rush." You quickly stammered. You barely caught a glimpse of the man before you realized you really had no time. Your boss would be all over your ass if you arrived later than 7:30. Quickly scrambling back into your car, you backed up and sped off, trying to also be mindful of the icy roads.

The man stood there, his breath hitched as he had quickly recognized your voice and that car. It was like a slap to the face or something. He stood there for a few moments before finally murmuring something underneath his breath...

"Doll..?"

The time read 9:47pm. You barely arrived home awake. Lunch rush today was shit and you nearly lost your shit at a customer who was complaining about there being too much ketchup on his burger. You nearly ripped his head off. You stumbled out of your car, locking her up before walking towards your condo door. Just as about you were to unlock the door...you felt eyes on you. You turned around to see nothing. You sighed.

"I really need some proper sleep." You mumbled, unlocking the door and stepping in, pushing the door shut with your foot. You threw your keys onto the coffee table of your small living room, setting your purse down and removing your coat, not bothering to hang it up as your threw it onto your small couch. Stretching and popping your back, you let out a groan as you headed towards your room, kicking your shoes off in the process. Stripping off your greasy and dirty work clothes, throwing them aside into your bin. Now, standing in your undergarments, you quickly slipped on some loose shorts and a shirt that was way too big on you. Belonged to your dad, but you stole it back in senior year and never gave it back. Crashing onto your bed, you didn't even bother to turn off your lamp, closing your eyes and immediately falling asleep.

You immediately jolted awake to the sound of banging on your front door. You quickly scrambled off of bed, grabbing the bat you kept behind your bedroom door. You quickly glanced at your nightstand clock, it read 2:20am. You swallowed hard as you quickly walked towards the front door, bat in hand. You quickly unlocked the door and flew it open, holding the bat above mid air. A deep voiced yelp immediately reached your ears as the man took a few steps back.

"WAIT, WAIT! IM NOT GONNA HURT YA!" the voice called out, the man put his hands up in defense. He quickly pulled his hood off from his head, revealing an old familiar face, now adored by a messy outgrown mullet. Your heart stopped and the bat now fell from your limp hands, hitting your condo floor with a thud.

"Hey doll..its..been a while, ey?" Stan chuckled, his fists clenching next to his sides. He was nervous. "H-Holy shit..Stanley..!?" You were wide awake now. You reached out for him but the coldness of the late night hit your skin, immortal making you shiver and stepping back into the slight warmth of your home. "Woah, woah, hey. Don't come out, you'll get sick. Can I uh...come in?" You didn't give him an immediate response but you nodded, allowing him in. As he walked past you, respectfully taking off his dirty snow covered boots, you couldn't help but admire his messy mullet. It looked damn good.

After a brief moment of just starring at him, he finally realized your intense gaze on him. "Hey uh..you've been starring for a while." Your cheeks quickly flushed in embarrassment and you coughed, closing the front door. "Oh uh, sorry.." As your eyes slowly trailed up his figure, you noticed the specks of blood on your wooden floors. You quickly looked at what seemed to be his bleeding knuckles. "Holy shit, are you okay!? Your bleeding!" You quickly called out, stepping close to him before he took a step back, hiding his hands into the pockets of his jacket. "A-ah, don't worry bout that.." "What do you mean 'don't worry bout that'!? You appear at my condo doorstep after what, a damn decade i haven't seen you, knuckles bleeding?! Seriously Stanley, what the fuck?" you huffed out, clearly in distress. You sighed, trying to keep your cool.

"Okay, wait here. I'm gonna get something to clean your knuckles up." Before he could even mutter out something, you quickly disappeared into the back of your condo. Stan stood there, he could hear you rummaging through your things faintly. All he could do was stand there and just think about everything. You've really haven't changed. You still look very..god..beautiful as he remembered. The years have done you good. Finally, you came back with some rubbing alcohol bottle in your arm, some disinfecting wipes, and a box of pink bandaids. "I don't have much...but, hopefully these can keep your knuckles from getting infected."

As you stepped closer and reached out for his hands-- Stan immideatly took a step back, a bit tense. "Oh, sorry. Can i see your hands so i can clean them up?" You murmured. He simply nodded, extending his caloused hands out to you. You gently took them into your hands, never realizing how much bigger his hands were compared to yours. The thought stayed in the back of your mind as you placed the bottle of alcohol down on a nearby surface along with the bandaids. You opened the wipes and plucked on out. You began to wipe his scraped up knuckles, making sure to clean up any dirt around them. After, you grabbed another wipe, pouring some of the rubbing alcohol on it before gently reaching for his hands again.

"This might sting a little." Stan scoffed and gave you a sly smirk. "Oh, please. Think I can't handle a little disenfecting? Cmon doll, i'm a man- AH! That does sting! what the...?" Stan jolted. He was not as tough as he thought. "Why does this actually sting so much?" Stan murmured. "It's a really good brand. Trust me, i use it more than what i need to. I'm not the smartest when it comes to cutting things." Stan chuckled "ah, really? Guess your still getting hurt without me around."

"what do you mean by that?" Stans smile slightly dropped. "You don't remember? You were always the one getting hurt besides me. Somehow, each time we went back home after playing, you'd end up with brand new bruises and multiple scrapes! Cmon, doll..I thought you would've remembered. Me and six.." Stan suddenly cut himself off, getting quiet. "...Is something wrong, stanley?" "...Nah, don't worry about it. I forgot was i was gonna say." He looked away, ignoring your eyes. You wanted to say something, but instead you kept quiet and continued to tend to his knuckles. Afterwards, his knuckles were now adorned with pretty pink glittery bandaids. "Heh, the pink doesn't suit me but, i guess whatever it takes them from getting infected, right?" You softly giggled. "Yeah. they don't look that bad on you tho..." You murmured, reaching out for his hand with your own. You softly smiled, looking down at your hand comparisons.

"It..feels nice to see you again."

"Yeah, i bet. I..missed ya too, doll."

He slowly intertwined his fingers with yours, his rough palm against your softer one. You felt..warm and fuzzy on the inside. He didn't show it but..he did too.

"We've got a lot of catching up to do, toots."

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