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You didn’t plan to move to Oregon.
It had started as a road trip to “find yourself”- a post college graduation tradition in your family.
You never would have imagined that you’d end up in a sleepy little town in bum fuck nowhere Gravity Falls, Oregon.Moving into a shady old tourist trap with an even shadier old man was… even less planned. Especially when his niece and nephew came to visit for the summer.
You’d met him late at night in the diner, and he had offered you his spare room as an alternative to the cramped confines of your car.
You’d only been living with him for about a month and a half, but there was no denying that Stan Pines had a soft, caring heart hidden away under his performatively hard exterior.
He tried hard to hide it, but you saw his facade melting slowly.
You can’t deny that the two of you had grown ever closer over the weeks.What was even more unplanned than anything else so far, was the fact that
‘Oh My God, you have a crush on Stan Pines.’
You’d been slowly growing more fond of him as he’d opened up, sure, but the idea of a crush did not even cross your mind until a few minutes ago.You were standing in the shack, restocking some novelty snow globes. Stan had never asked you to work in the shop, but the longer you stayed there, the more you felt obligated to pitch in where you could.
Stan’s niece, Mabel, and her pet pig, Waddles, were playing in the corner nearby. You couldn’t tell what they were doing, but from the faint sparkle reflections you could see on the wall around them, you assumed it involved sequins. Wendy, another one of the shacks employees, was sweeping lazily across the room, the music she was listening to was so loud you could hear it from her headphones.
Behind you, the door to the mystery shack opened and Stan walked out, leading a group of tourists into the gift shop.
You glance over, meeting his eyes briefly, and he smirks at you.
You blush.‘Wait… did I just blush!? What the fuck? Why did I blush???’He gives them his usual end of tour spiel and you quickly finish up with the snowglobes, taking your place behind the register.
The group of tourists quickly clear out, buying their novelty trinkets and rushing back to their cars.
Just as the last tourist leaves, Waddles suddenly leaps from his spot with Mabel and runs under Stan’s feet, causing him to stumble. His fez fell to the floor, and Waddles had it in his mouth in an instant. The pig took off with it out the door.
You step from behind the counter just as the pig barrels past you.
Stan goes to take off after Waddles, but instead collides straight into you.
His momentum overtook you both, and you crashed to the floor.
Stan caught himself before falling completely on you- his hands landing on either side of your neck, one knee between your thighs.
You meet his startled eyes, and your heart skips a beat.
You both stare at each other, breathing heavily from the adrenaline of a sudden fall.
Was it shock or was he taking a smidge too long to get up?
He blinks quickly, a pink blush spreading across his face. He shakes his head, and stands up.
He holds out his hand to help you up.
You take it and he pulls your arm, doing so with just a bit too much force. You are yanked into his chest, your nose filling with his cheap cologne.
He stuttered out an apology and placed his hands on your shoulders, pushing you back a few inches.
His hands remain on your shoulders for, again, just a few seconds longer than needed.
His eyes locked onto yours, his eyes meeting yours. His gaze looked like he was begging for something, like he didn’t want to let go. His eyes glance down at your lips and then back up to meet your own. You take a deep breath.
He blushes again, mutters another apology, and spins to run out the door after Waddles.‘Well… there’s no coming back from that.’ You think to yourself, your heart falling into your stomach.As he leaves, your mind is filled with one thought.
‘Oh, no.’
You need to get out of here, and so you quickly walk outside.
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Once outside, you see Stan chasing the pig in the parking lot, so you turn and walk the other way, heading down the small wander path that leads to a small grouping of picnic tables near the side of the shack.
You find the cleanest table and sit down, crossing your arms and laying your head down on them.
Your mind races with the sudden realization of how attracted you really are to him.‘This explains why I can't take my eyes off of him sometimes.’
‘Oh god, do I want to kiss him?’You gasp to yourself,
‘Oh god, do I want to do MORE with him!?’You shake your head and look up, saying out loud,
“I’m so screwed.”You hear a voice speak from behind you, “Why are you so screwed?”You jump, spinning around on the wooden bench and meeting eyes with Wendy.
She smiles and sits on the bench next to you.
“What are you doing here?” You ask, turning to face her.
He smiles again, “Stan closed up early and rushed inside once he got his hat back. He made Soos and I leave for the day. Hey,I saw what happened in the shack dude. What was that about?”
You blush slightly, and try to turn your head slightly to hide it,
“The pig? I don’t know. I guess he just wanted-” You start, but she cuts you off.
“You know that’s not what I’m talking about, dude.” She tilts her head to look at you.
You sigh, “Yea, I guess everyone in there saw that, huh.”
She chuckles, “Yah, dude. It was obvious. Painfully so.”
You throw your head back, “Ughhhh i don’t know what to do!”
“I mean… Do you like him too?” She asks.
You look at her, “Too?”
She smiles, “Well ya. Duh. Of course he likes you, dude. It's literally obvious.”
You give her a questioning look.
Her smile fades slightly, “Wait, you didn’t realize? Dude he’s liked you for like, ever. Ever since you first moved in. It’s probably why he let you stay for free. Stan doesn’t do anything for free.”You blink, realization dawning on you.The thought of him liking you had crossed your mind in the past, but you’d quickly dismissed it as just some playful flirting.
Stan was a pretty charismatic man, and you just kind of assumed he was treating you just like any other woman who came through.
“Oh man, you really didn’t know.” Wendy says when you don’t respond.
You sigh, “Well, even if he DOES like me… which i’m not saying he does… I live with the guy. I shouldn’t really do anything about it.” You say, throwing your head in your hands in front of you.
Wendy places a hand on your shoulder and you look up to meet her sincere eyes, “You gotta do what you think is best, regardless of the situation. If you like him too, do something about it. And even if you don’t like him, you gotta talk about it.”
You chuckle, “Pretty solid advice coming from a teenager.”
She grins, “Hey! I may be a teenager, but I'm in my, like, PRIME boy dealing with age.”
You both laugh and you go to stand up, “Well, that said, you’re not wrong about needing to deal with it. I don’t know what I’m gonna do yet, but I can't do anything sitting out here.”
She pats you on the back lightly, “Atta girl! Mabel and Dipper went off into town, so Stan should be alone at the Shack. You go get 'em! I’m here if it doesn’t work out.”
You exchange a quick goodbye and then turn to head back to the mystery shack.
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You approach the shack, looking around to see if Stan and Waddles are still outside. When you don’t find them, you head inside.
On the door to the souvenir shop, you notice the open sign has been flipped to close.
‘It’s unusual for Stan to close so early.’ You think to yourself, ‘Should I try and talk to him another time?’
You stop where you are standing, your foot hesitating to take another step.Doubt clouds your mind.‘What if Wendy doesn’t know what she is talking about? Surely Stan doesn’t LIKE you.” You think, frowning.
You shake your head, ‘No. Even if he doesn’t like you, you need to know what all his blushing was about. Who knows when the next time I'll catch him alone will be.’You continue inside the living area of the shack. It is dim, but not dark. No lights are on. You look around for him as you continue through the house.‘Could he have gone to take a nap?’ You think, turning towards his bedroom.
‘I should at least try and find him before just giving up.’The door to Stan’s room was cracked, and you could hear slight noises coming from inside.
You approach slowly, not trying to be sneaky but also not just barreling in.
You peek in, your eyes scanning the dark room. It takes your eyes a moment to adjust before you see the figure on the bed.
It’s Stan, and he is laying on his back.
His pants are around his ankles, and his hands are…‘Oh god is he jacking off!?’ You think to yourself, a blush instantly crossing your face.You move to step back, but hesitate when you hear him moan slightly.
Your heart thuds in your chest.‘Was that… my name?’ You think, moving closer to the door and trying to listen harder.
He moans quietly again.
‘He is. He’s moaning my name.’You peek back in, and see that he has thrown his head back into the mattress and covered his face with his hand.
Your heart thuds harder in your chest as you watch his hand stroke himself quickly, your ears filling up with the sound of your name slipping through his lips.
‘Should i…’ You start to think to yourself, stepping forward slightly, trying to decide between leaving and staying.
Your foot creaks on the floorboard, ‘FUCK!’Stan shoots up into a sitting position, immediately locking eyes with you through the cracked door.
It’s still dim in the room, but it is bright enough that you see his face turn bright red, and he fumbles to get into a standing position so he can pull his pants up.
You panic and step back from the door.“Oh… I'm sorry. I didn’t… I didn't know where.. I’M SORRY!” You say loudly, tripping over your words and turning to leave quickly.
Suddenly, the door flies open and Stan grabs your wrist, “WAIT!”You stop, your face bright red and your heart beating so loud in your ears that you can barely think.
‘How could I let him catch me watching!? I’m gonna die!” You think to yourself, internally screaming at how embarrassed you are right now.You realize he is still holding your wrist, so you turn and look at him. His hair is messy, and his glasses were perched on the end of his nose like they were about to fall off. He still had a shirt on, his tie hanging loosely around his neck. His suit pants were hanging low on his hips, his blue striped bowers just barely visible at the top.“It’s not what it looks like, honest!” He says, out of breath. He seems to also notice that he is still holding your wrist, and quickly drops it.You stare at him, your face feels bright red. You meet his eyes and raise an eyebrow, tilting your head to motion at his disheveled appearance.
He looks down at himself and chuckles slightly, “Well i guess…. Yea it is what it looks like… How long were you standing there?”
He looks back up and meets your eyes again, and you stare deeply into his brown eyes.“Not… not long…” You stutter out.He sighs, “Damn… guess I can’t hide it anymore…”‘This is so awkward. Would now be the best time to tell him? It can’t get any worse than right now, right? At least Wendy was right.”You take a deep breath, garner all of your confidence and strength, and burst out,
“Stan Pines, I have a crush on you!”His eyes widen and he stares at you.‘FUCK!’ You think to yourself, ‘You couldn’t have possibly said that in a cringier way.’
You scream internally, your face blushing as you notice he is grinning.He leans his arm on the door frame and chuckles.
“Ohh. Is that so?” He says, almost mockingly, “A crush?”You shoot him daggers and step back offended, “Don’t mock me. I’m not the one trying to cum while moaning someone's name in the middle of the day.”He furrows his brow, and steps forward, “I’m not the one with a ‘crush’. A crush sounds like a kid thing. I’m a little too old for kid things.”Your eyes widen, ‘Did i make him mad’Stan's bedroom is in a hallway, and as you step back again, your back touches the wall. He steps forward again, backing you closer to the wall.
You panic internally, and try to search his eyes.“Then what was all that?” You ask quietly, realizing just how close his body was to yours, your breath catching in your throat.His eyes flick down to your mouth just like before in the shack, and then back up to meet yours.
He closes the gap between you two, whispering out, “I’ll show you.” Moments before his lips make contact with yours.His lips press firmly to yours, and electricity shoots through your body.
You melt, your hands coming up and landing on his chest.
One of his hands cups your face, the other trails down your side, exploring where it can.
You kiss him deeply. He nibbles at your bottom lips, causing you to gasp. As you open your mouth, his tongue pushes in.
Your mouth explodes in a burst of flavor. Stan tastes amazing, and you feel your tongue dance with his.
He nips your tongue, causing you to gasp again slightly. You feel him smile into the kiss.
He presses his body firmly against you, and uses his hand that was on your side to pull one of your legs up around him.
You feel between your legs that he is hard, and you run your hands down the front of his body to grab him.His pants are hanging loose enough to slide your hand in easily, but you resist. Instead, you rub him through the thick fabric of his jeans.
He moans into your mouth, and you feel him pull away slightly.
He uses the hand that was on your face to wrap in your hair, pulling your head to the side.
He puts his lips on your neck.
You notice for the first time that his lips are slightly rough, chapped almost. They scratch on your neck lightly as he kisses you.
Your hand rubs him harder and you feel him buck into you slightly.
His breath catches and he bites your neck softly.
The hand holding your hair releases, and trails down your front to cup your breast. He squeezes, massaging you softly while still kissing your neck and bucking into you.
You’re absolutely lost in him, your body buzzing with adrenaline and endorphins.Suddenly, without warning, Stan pulls back, drops your leg and steps back slightly, not breaking contact but not being anywhere close to how close he was a moment ago.
You gasp and meet his eyes, giving him a questioning look.“Hey, what…” You mutter out, fading as you see he is grinning ear to ear.“Is that what a ‘crush’ is for you?” He says chuckling, almost spitting the word crush.
You blush, frowning,‘Is he just playing with me?’He steps back towards you, his lips centimeters from yours, and your heart skips a beat.
“I have a bit more than a crush on you, toots.” He says, pulling back again and grinning.You smile, “Oh yeah? How much more?”He steps back and points his thumb at his open bedroom door,
“Come on in and let me show you just how much more.”You blush and grin, nodding your head, and follow him into the bedroom.
He closes the door behind you two, locking it for good measure.