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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Rick and Morty, Gravity Falls Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Stan Pines/Rick Sanchez, Stanchez - Relationship, Grunkle Stan | Stanley "Stanford" Pines & Rick Sanchez (Rick and Morty) Characters: Rick Sanchez (Rick and Morty), Grunkle Stan | Stanley "Stanford" Pines, Stan Pines Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Prison
So, instead of working on In trouble with you i wrote a new fic bc i have no idea where to take ntwu next. :’3
How many days has it been? How many days since they've been face to face? A sturdy built man sat at a small desk in his cell, listening to fellow inmates holler about the fresh meat coming in. A loud buzz told him that someone was getting a roommate, how unfortunate for whoever was just brought in, he thought.
"Inmate 20736749, hands where we can see 'em." The guard called into the man's cell.
With a heavy sigh, the man deemed 20736749 stood up from his seat and put his hands above his head. One guard unlocked the door and slid the heavy barred door open, another went in to make sure 207 didn't make any sudden movements.
"Meet you're new roommate, scum." The first guard addressed and pushed the new comer into the cell." he's all your's."
207 waited, watching the guards as they uncuffed the newbie and then shut the door back. He sat back down without a word to his new roomie, went back to staring at the desk, a piece of paper in front of him with messy chicken scratch scribbled on it. There was a long silence as the new inmate realized 207 hadn't even looked at him, and that kinda pissed him off.
Finally someone spoke," Is that how you greet an old friend, Pines?"
The familiar voice made 207 shoot up from his seat and slammed his fist into the other's face. Pines snarled and grabbed the new man by the collar of his prison uniform, growling low enough for no one else to hear," Sanchez, you've got some nerve being the fresh meat in this hell hole!"
"Miss me, Stan?" the man smirked, confidently placing his hand on Stan's cheek.
207, Stan, threw Sanchez against the wall, angry with him. He didn't know if he wanted to beat the other to a pulp or act on impulse and kiss him." You left me!"
"we got separated." Sanchez said calmly.
"You lied to me!" Stan shouted." You ditched me to take the heat, for what?! A cheap floozy with a fast bike!"
"well when you put things like that, you can make anything sound bad." The other man shrugged, getting up, brushing himself off.
Stan swung at him, barely grazing the other's skin. He swung several times but never intended to hit the man in front of him." You fucking asshole. you left me to rot, Rick."
As 207's anger left him, Rick stood there calmly, looking around the cell with interest. He went over to the singular bed and sat down on it with a wicked grin,"Gonna have to share a bed, I see. Just like old times~."
Stan leaned against the wall he'd previously thrown Rick against, he looked at the other man with mixed emotions. He said nothing before going to sit back at the desk, crumpling up the paper he'd been staring at previously and throwing it off to the side. Out of curiosity Rick picked up the ball of paper a few seconds after it landed on the floor. He knew it was probably of some significance to his old partner in crime, so he opened it up.
Quietly he read the hastily written down words, without disturbing the burly man at the desk. Rick recognized the handwriting as his own, realizing this was the one and only letter he'd written to Stan in reply to the dozens of ones Stan had written to him.
'Hey Stan, Awful boring without you. I don't have much time to write this, because the cops are hot on my tail. Yes I've gotten every letter you've written, and no I haven't been the same without you. Hurry and bust out or I'll come in after you. -Rick'
Silence had fallen over the pair, the older man had wrote this letter well over a year ago when Stan first got thrown in the slammer and he was still running. He hadn't realized how much time had passed since then until now. Rick smoothed out the paper and set it down on the bed, now feeling a bit guilty for just waltzing into the cell with a cocky grin while Stan had been rotting away in this hell hole for nearly two years.
"I didn't think you kept my letter..." Rick started.
Stan grunted, picking up his pencil and scribbling on a fresh piece of paper." of course you didn't. You didn't know what I've been doing since I received that letter."
"Stan, c'm'on. I was on the run."
"So was I until you left me to take the heat." the larger man said, focused on the task in front of him," how is that shitbag you left me for anyhow? Dead? Worse?"
Rick was taken aback by his old friend's harsh words, there was no careless hints of flirting nor was the man grinning. Rationalizing all this information, including the first thing Stan had done when Rick greeted him, he realized the grudge he was harboring." serving time at Rykers."
"Oh? Hope he dies there then." Stan stopped what he was doing for a brief second." Was he worth it?"
The Latino hesitated for a moment before answering," No... He was a shit stain on my perfect taste in men."
The brunette stood up when he heard a loud buzz and went to the door of their cell.
"What's going on?" Rick asked.
"Roll call. Then its free time in the court yard." Stan told him," shut yer yap and don't give the guards any reason to hit you."
The doors opened to their cell block and the guards called the inmates out. Stan stepped out calmly, with an almost soldier-like demeanor. Rick took notice of the hardened exterior his partner put up as the guards walked past them, looking everyone up and down. Once inspection was done, the inmates were marched out to the courtyard. Quickly everyone dispersed to do their activity of choice.
Stan walked over to the bleachers and sat down, people near him kept noticeable distance from the stern glare of Stan Pines. Rick ignored all warning signs of the grumpy Pines and sauntered right up to him.
"you, uh... Seem to have made it clear not to mess with you, yeah?" The Latino chuckled.
Stan shot a glance in his direction but said nothing to him, in turn pulling a pack of cigarette out and lit one up with a match.
"Take up smoking again?" Rick prodded.
"What's it to you?" Stan grumbled, taking a drag from it. He looked irritated, even if the new guy was an old friend, he was still pissed at Rick. He got up and went to walk away, only to be followed by the taller male." hey! Ain't you got something else to do besides tail me like a lost pup?"
Rick looked around then shook his head," nope. you're stuck with me for the next 20 to life, pal."
Stan turned to face him, and jabbed his finger into Rick's shoulder," I'm just your cell mate at this point, Sanchez. I'm not your pal. Right now, to me you're nothing. I won't hesitate to beat your ass to prove a point."
After walking off, leaving Rick a bit stunned, a shit eating grin spread across the new inmate's face. Stan had just presented him with a challenge, Rick loves a good challenge. For now he would leaving his cellmate alone.
Stan was able to enjoy the rest of his free time alone as he liked it, watching the other inmates run around and play basketball. When everyone went back in, Stan went back to his cell without a complaint.
A guard, whom Stan liked to bullshit with, commented," Wow, Pines. No complaints or fights today? You trying to impress the new guy?"
"In your dreams Officer." Stan chuckled, standing near the door as the guard shut them in." How's the kids?"
"the little hellions run me and the misses down, that's for sure." the guard laughed, locking the cell." Alright, Pines. You keep an eye on the new inmate, yeah? Some of the others have been talking about eating him up already."
"sure thing." Stan nodded and watched his friend walk off.
Rick frowned, that guard had gotten Stan to smile and joke with him. Oh it was on. The Latino was going to make Stan forgive him, and it all would start with some teasing." I was hoping the only one to eat me would be you Stanley."
The larger male's smile turned into a scowl when he heard Rick speak up. He knew what the other was doing, and it sure as hell pissed him off even more." Get fucked by whoever the fuck will even consider it, Sanchez. I'm not touching you with a ten foot pole." Stan sat on the bed and threw a pillow and sheet at Rick," you sleep on the floor. First come first serve I'm sure you're familiar with prison rules."
"Like hell you're making me sleep on the floor. I'm not someone you can just push around. You know me all to well to think that Pines." Rick countered, daring to get near the bed, even sitting on it as Stan rolled onto his back.
"Apparently I don't know you at all. And I'll keep it that way." Stan growled. He could stay mad forever, making Rick regain his trust was the icing on the cake. He knew he wasn't the toughest guy in the prison, but enough inmates feared or respected him enough to make him feel on top for once.
Rick huffed and flopped over next to the stocky male, noticing that Stan didn't make a move, as he was facing the wall. Soon enough though, Stan pushed his ex partner off the bed with a grunt.
The sound of another buzzer rang through the prison block, Stan growled at Rick," lights out. Keep quiet."
"And if I don't?" He mocked.
"the guards'll answer that question for ya." Stan told him,before going quiet to sleep. It sounded like a threat, Rick did indeed keep quiet, only because Stan was showing true aggression and hatred towards him.
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Nearly a week later, Rick had been doing everything to get on Stan's last nerve. The larger male was patient though, he wouldn't even so much as glance in his ex partner's direction. Stan even purposefully befriended an inmate that had come in the day after Rick had been tossed into the same cell as Stan.
What made Rick more angry about the sudden friendship is that the new inmate seemed to be another brainy type, and would eagerly show Stan how he had carried out crimes. This new friend of Stan's was only known as Jay, and once Jay and Stan became friends, he got protection from stronger prisoners wishing to make him a bitch.
Rick had no such luxury, but as long as he stayed within a certain radius of his old friend, no one dared to go near. He was more than enraged with jealousy when he saw Stan getting so close to Jay, he thought of many ways he could drive a wedge between them or cause bodily harm to Jay and run him off.
Rick would be more than happy to see Jay run off scared. He knew Stan better than anybody, and he'd use that to his advantage. During the lunch hour, Rick watched as a third wheel as Jay and Stan talked and flirted, consumed with rage, but never showing it.
Stan was very obvious with his flirting, more than happy to make the new inmate blush. Rick finally spoke up after being so quiet and said," So Stan, when you're done with your new toy are you gonna come crawling back to me?"
This made the pair stop, the stocky male let out a grunt," why would I want Johnny's sloppy seconds?"
The Latino frowned and got up, walking away. He couldn't figure out why, but that had stung him to the core. Making him reevaluate his reasons for getting thrown into jail. Was it to get Stan out? Or to hold himself accountable for his crimes.
Once things had settled and they were stuck in their cell until lights out, Rick confronted Stan about his comment earlier." So? I'm slop to you now?"
"What does it matter to you?" Stan countered." It shouldn't since you've called me much worse."
"Are you still going on about that? It was nearly two years ago, Stan! Get over it!" Rick huffed.
He jolted when he heard Stan laugh, but this wasn't a happy laugh, oh no. That was a laugh that drove fear into hearts," You seem to be mistaking me for the schmuck you left to die, Sanchez." With very little effort Stan suddenly towered over Rick, pushing him to the ground." But I see you haven't changed. You haven't even attempt to apologize."
The buzzer went off signaling for lights out. Stan threw Rick a pillow and sheet and made it clear that they wouldn't be sharing a bed that night. Stan laid down on the bed, without another word, but Rick couldn't sleep after he saw the brute strength his cell mate possessed. He was a mixture of afraid and aroused, and gave him ideas of how to bust out.
