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Living with Stan Pines in his car then discovering the mystery shack
CW- hurt/comfort, nudity, overall fluffy fic
The first person Stan went to after his parents kicked him out was you. Perfect, beautiful, you. You had been his girlfriend for a while now but you felt like so much more than that: you were his one true home. It didnt matter that technically he was homeless now, if you would be with him
You'd both been living on the road for a while now, stans car was pretty small and you both cuddled up in the back seat when you had to sleep, holding eachother close so as though you didnt fall. Stan and you were surviving off of takeout and his money making schemes which often resulted in very little money and alot of trouble with the locals, forcing you to constantly be on the road.
Currently, you're fast asleep in the passenger seat as Stan drives around wherever you are. You kinda stopped asking where you were headed next after the first couple of weeks. You enjoy the surprise of waking up in a new state everyday. Stan didnt
He felt so horrible, so guilty for dragging you into this with him, taking you away from home. He felt so selfish, just because he had no future didn't mean that he had to drag you along with him. He pulls over, leaning back in his seat and sighing. He tilts his head to look over at you. Your body is curled up into itself, your knees are hugged to your chest and your head resting on your arms
He looks over your appearance. You looked so beautiful, you shouldn't be forced to live like this. Your hair was unwashed and your clothes were dirty, you had his old beanie on to try and keep yourself warm aswell as a jacket draped over yourself to act as a blanket. Tears well up in Stans eyes. All he wanted was to marry you. Live with you and love with you forever.
He hides his face in his hands although there are no witnesses and tries to keep his sobs quiet so as not to wake you. All the emotions hed been pushing down suddenly shot out of him like a cannon when he saw your sleeping face. You were perfect, you were destined for so much more than this, so much more than him.
He really had ruined everything. He should've just killed himself like-
"Stan..?" Your quiet voice takes him off guard. Stan quickly wipes his eyes and turns to look at you. You're half asleep, eyes bleary and barely open "..are you okay..?" You ask, trying to move closer to him although the tiny cluttered car hardly allowed for it.
Stan refuses to look at you, facing out the window and staring up at nothing, trying to get the tears to soak back into his eyes. His attempt at looking aloof hardly worked as he feels you crawl into his lap. You gaze up at him and cup his cheeks "Hey...look at me" you mumble, clearly still trying to wake yourself up, but the most important thing right now: comforting Stan.
He reluctantly meets your eyes. You frown as you see the expression on his face, he looks miserable. You immediately start to blame yourself "..do you not want me here..?" You ask, your voice cracking at the idea of him not wanting you "I.. I can go back if you would rather travel alone" you mumble, tears welling up.
"What!? Are you stupid??" His outburst scares you and you flinch back
"..is that..not why you're upset?"
"No! Ofcourse not baby.." he sighs, finally calming down. He cuddles you close to his chest and presses gentle kisses to the top of you're head "I love you so much...im just...I should've never dragged you into this with me. If I just left you to live out your life, you never would've been stuck living in a crappy car when you were destined for so so much more" he looks away "so much more than...me"
I stare up at him, completely bewildered "you...you think i don't want this?? You think i don't want you?" You ask, tears running freely "id do anything to stay with you...I'll follow you wherever you're going, whatever your plan is...I just wanna be there"
Stan can hardly believe it, he just pulls you closer, cradling your head against his chest as you both sob and cry about how much you both love eachother, how youd both do anything for the other, how youd die or kill to stay with eachother.
It ends with you both, exhausted, fast asleep in the driver's seat, tears stained shirts and faces, bloodshot eyes finally closed for some much needed sleep.
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The morning sun begins to peak in through the windows. Stan sighs and scoops you off of his lap, slowly and gently laying you down in the backseat as he drives around searching for some dingy motel to break into so you can both shower
He pulls over near some place called the 'dawns hour' and begins to gently shake your shoulder to try and rouse you from sleep
"Hey baby...wake up...we haven't got long"
"Mmf.." you whine and roll into his open arms, youd grown used to this routine by now. He opens the car door and begins rummaging through the trunk for some shampoo, body wash and changes of clothes for the both of you, all the while he cradles you like a baby in his huge arms
You eventually wake up properly and slide yourself out of his grip. You start scouting out a window to jump through in order to get to one of the bathrooms "got it!" You giggle and begin climbing in, knowing Stan will follow shortly after you
Looking around the small room you see: a dingy looking shower, a toilet, a sink and that's pretty much it. Not the worst you've broken into but definitely not the best. By the time you're completely naked and stepping into the glass shower, Stan finally arrives, carrying some toiletries and comfy clothes
"Stan..?" You look up at him shyly, peeking through your lashes as you stand there naked infront of him "..can you wash me?"
He smiles and nods, beginning to strip down aswell and slowly steps into the shower with you. It's extremely small and cramped but you don't mind, your soft body presses close to stans. You giggle as he turns the water on and a freezing cold blast hits you both. Your arms tighten around him as you huddle for warmth until the water heats up properly
"Yknow..I cant believe that you actually thought i didn't love you as much as you love me" you mumble against his chest, pressing gentle kisses there as he massages some shampoo into your hair
Stan looks away, mumbling something to himself before resuming the task of trying to take care of you.
You decide not to push any further, knowing how he gets sometimes, and just enjoy the feeling of his skin against yours. You cherished moments like these: gentle, loving but ever fleeting. You only had about 10 minutes tops until the owners realised youd broken in and youd have to make a run for it back to the car or deep into the woods. But right now, everything felt perfect, nothing could ruin this for you: a warm embrace with your loving boyfriend.
"I love you.." you mumble
"...I love you too" he presses a gently kiss to the crown of your wet head "..so much it hurts"
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Giggling and running through the woods, barefoot and hardly changed, still dripping wet. You'd managed to put some panties on and a baggy shirt but no bra, meanwhile Stan is literally just wrapped in an open flannel shirt and nothing else. You're both running from the owners, though you're pretty sure you lost them a couple miles back.
You finally collapse on a nearby rock, laughing and panting and hardly breathing as Stan stands by, scanning the surroundings for a way to get his bearing to start devising a plan to get back to the car. He spots a large building in the distance "Hey.. cmon get up baby, I see something"
He starts walking before you've even registered what's going on "huh..?" You quickly scramble up and jog to catch up before falling into a stride next to him. The house, or should I say shack, began to come into veiw.
"Woahhhh, its huge!! It's so run down though.." you say, staring at the house in wonder. You glance over at Stan but all you can see is a desperate, hopeful, proud expression on his face.
"I've just found our home" he says with a huge grin, looking the happiest hes been in months. He picks you up and spins you around then presses a loving kiss to your lips. Youre a little dizzied by the spin, and by the huge change in attitude
"Wha..?
"This is our fresh start, our new beginning" he smiles up at the shack and begins striding towards it, shifting you into a piggyback position "now let's find some clothes.." he mumbles
Thought I'd come in and submit a request! Lemme know if I'm doing it right ๐ But how about Stan (or Ford) and like some sleepy time headcanons? How they sleep, any particular habits, maybe things they subconsciously do in their sleep be it endearing or annoying? What does bed time look like?
AHHH I LOVE THIS OKAY I'LL START WITH STANFORD FIRST!!
Stanford pines
I think when he's not tucked away in his studies he'd sleep on his back or side
Like Stanley he's a bit used to sleeping in uncomfortable places so he sleeps awkwardly
But with you I feel like he'd try tucking you in first before joining you in bed -but with a pillow between you incase uncomfortable
Bit once he puts in the gears that you're all for cuddling he'll happily provide!
He's pretty socially awkward so it might take a while to learn all your emotional reactions to things
100% memorizes it at 2 in the morning writing it down while you're asleep
Not a snorer but more of a heavy breather
Not because he's out of breath but his brain is still active and working!
I find it pretty admirable that he works even while sleeping
Stanley pines
You better hope you have earmuffs, his locked away contraband of cheap headphones or a nearby un horded pillow cus babes he is LOUD
If you ignore the noise (or if you're trying to b nice and not call him out) you have an even worse obstacle to face with the con man himself
Bed hoarding... DUN DUN DUN ๐ฑ
HE HAS 80% OF THE BED AND BLANKET YOU MUST FIGHT BACK-
wait.. What's that?..
That groan I know it from anywhere..
Oh God he's squishing us.. HE'S SQUISHING US!
PLEASE HAVE MERCY SOMEONE ANYONE PLEASE SOMEBODY HELP!!!! -
I know Iโll probably have to write it but I just want to read a Stanley X Reader that has the care aspects of Sugar Daddy fics but itโs because heโs actually putting effort into it instead of just spending money.
He and Ford are back home while the ship is being repaired so Stanley invites Reader to keep him company in the shack.
When heโs not stuffing you with his dick heโs stuffing you with home cooked meals. You can sleep in as much as you want under the blanket he made for you. Stanley shows you the town during the day and at night you watch tv together.
You live there for two weeks before Ford even knows youโre there cause his nerd ass missed his lab and heโs been living there like a rat.
โStanley why is there a topless person in our kitchen.โ
โItโs midnight ice cream time and-โ ๐ โTopless you say?โ
โStanley please focus.โ
Stanโs seen you topless a shit ton but it never stops being fun for him letโs be real.
No, idk what it is, but I headcanon Stan and Ford to just be very much "Let me take care of you" people. It feels good for them, it feels good for your, and it feeds this like evil worm in their head about needing to be useful to keep someone around.
I can imagine they have little extreme moments that then make them have to like lock in and remind themselves that you aren't gonna leave
Tw: Mmmaaaaybe a sliver of suggestive at the end? Eh, gender construct, rambling, Idk brah I'm just indulging in a thought
Stanford, who when he got married, was told how nice it'll be to have his wife cooking meals and cleaning the house. That she'll take care of the "silly" things while he works on his important research.
But Stanford likes a house cat for a wife. One that'll curl up in a chair with a good book or her hobby and just laze the day away. One that plays coy and feigns being disgruntled when he checks on her, hand petting through her hair. She can wear pajamas all day, mosey around barefoot, take up space, he doesn't care.
And when she does feel inclined to do laundry or cook something he feels all warm and fuzzy and grateful because she wanted to do it. She wants to take care of him. He should really repay the favor to her in kind, right?
Hot take but I see ZERO issue with what I label as "babying" characters sometimes. No I don't mean "forget all their lore and paint them as an innocent angel and not treat them seriously" NO โโโโ
I mean it as in take care of that character. Heal them. Give them care and comfort. Look into what they would be like and how they would react if they ever showed vulnerability, and be careful with them when they're vulnerable.
Yes it's really dumb to disregard a character's lore but I truly believe that some characters need to be shown care and love. Sometimes it might even look like "babying." Hell make them agere I'm fully for agere hcs. CARE FOR THESE BABIES!!
Reader having to call Mabel and Dipper's parents and explain to them why they keep getting letters back home about paranormal shit and their Grunkle being a weird guy
