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Stanford Pines x Self-Insert

Summary ;; Ford Pines discovers a strange glowing red flower, obviously he brings it back to the shack to bring it underground and study it. But Stanley has other plans, seeing it as a business opportunity, but of course he messes it up

~~~~ (I'm sorry I forgot to use they/them pronouns so this is a Stan x female self insert)~~~~

EdIt;: Im rly sorry if its bad, its been a long while since I wrote fanfic but I love this man to death I need this ;( y'all would tell me if this is shit or not right? pls hlp

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Stanley's POV

Ford comes barreling in with something glowing red in his hands "the hell is that?" his brother didn't reply, instead he neatly stacked his books and gently places on the diner table a black pot with a large glowing flower.

Similar to a Lily, three long tubes with large pollen balls on each end gently emited small visible spores. I get irritated that he's ignoring me, again, and turn the tv off to lessen the noise "hey dick face!".

He looks at me with the highest form of disrespect, "Can you please tell me what the hell that thing is doing in my living room?" Ford huffed and straightened his glasses.

"techniqly this is my house Stanley. secondly! I don't know! I found it today. But I do know that I need to drive to my lab and retrieve some nessecary equipment items that I think would be beneficial of concealing this thing until I can learn more~"

The nerdy Pine brother looked 'too' excited about this research, "riiiiight, because playing with a flower is scientific?" my brother groans again "god why are you so childish! Just let me be happy about this discovery" I held my hands up in defense.

As he packed somethings up, he takes a step and looks at me very seriously, "listen Stan, I'm gonna be gone a while. Please, do not sell the damn flower in your freak shop. And more importantly. Do. Not. Touch. It."

I look back at the flower, everything about it calling to me to not sell it but cause general mischief for my brother and his nerdy hobbies. "yeah yeah, I promise! Jeez, you really think so low of your own blood?" he rolls his eyes and exits the living room with a sarcastic "yes.".

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Self-Insert's POV

My cold wet hair dripped down my hot skin, I wrapped the towel around my chest, securing it well, then clipping the bottom, for no unnecessary 'drafts' of wind.

I combed my hair back out of my face and misted some perfume on before leaving the bathroom with the intention of going to my room and getting dressed. Until, !CRASH!

Rushing down the stairs with zero regards for slipping on my ass, I make it to the bottom to find Stanley Pines, my dear close friend, face covered in what looked like red spray paint and a broken flower pot with soil on the ground.

"Stan! What the- " I run to his side, holding his face with my hands to inspect the damage. I sprint to the kitchen and get some wet paper towels, trying to gently remove the mystery color from his face.

"Yeah yeah I know, Ford told me not to touch it already. But I didn't techniqly!" As I am dabbing his nose with the wet towel I give him a 'bruh' look. He protests "I'm serious! That damn flower basically farted this stuff in my face!" I laugh at his explanation.

As I finish cleaning the last of the flower spores from his eyes and nose, I notice an unfamiliar heat radiating from him like he was a mobile fireplace. Looking at his face, I see without the spores he is very flushed and red faces, a gentle sweat beginning at his bushy silver brows.

I put my lips to his forehead to feel his temperture, only to be met with an iron skillet burning my face, "Ow! Good Lord, how are you still alive! Your burning like grits with no butter!" I push the hair from his dripping face, to better see, he seems shy and sheepish? Stanley Pines? Shy?

Stanley's POV

I can't handle it, god this was such a mistake, I should have listened to Ford! Her glowing skin was the only thing I could pay attention to, as she spoke it was like how adults speak in cartoons.

When she was cleaning my eyes with the paper towel, I felt her breath, it sent chills through my whole body, like I was a teenager again! Her neck looked so... exposed... My body was turning up the heat like it was thanksgiving day.

I unconsciously trailed my eyes downward, (Self-Insert) continued her health assessment check with me, all my senses got more and more sensative. The TV volume was on low but it sounded like it was wracking inside my skull.

The living room light looked so bright and yellow for my eyes, I thought they were gonna dry away to dust. (Self-Insert)'s smell, fueling me into my lungs and straight to my member, so sweet, like honey and vanilla.

Her touch, as she nervously holds onto my arm for foundation, I can't think about anything else but the electrical storm going on with her beautiful body being pressed up against my old ass having a stroke on the floor in my fucking boxers. Real charming Stanley.

I unknowingly found myself gripping her wrist to bring her closer, hooking my arm around her waist and cupping each hip perversely. "T-Toots-... I can't... think... I don't think I... can even breath right now... but-" looking up deep into her eyes, the tent on me rises high to the sky.

Self-Insert's POV

The elder man aggressively shoved me, falling to my back but not hitting my head, thanks to his hand engulfing the back of my skull. Stanley's arms were firmly planted next to my head, his girtle not present but his very, very large lower half pushing past my legs, nothing but the thin blue and white striped cloth gently laying against my womanhood like a dog sitting on top of the bun.

"I can't explain how much I want- no..." Stanley falls forward, dipping his head to my throat like he's gonna rip it all out, "Need you~" I watch carefully, scared but, weirdly excited? His giant hands engulfing my wrists, the heart violently beating against his palm, "Stan." I say, to try and get his attention.

Suddenly rocking his hips to an imaginary song, he shifted his hands from my wrists to my biceps, pushing his weight on me as both our pre-cum juices covered and soaked his boxers. I couldn't run, the man was 5x larger than me, and I mean, It's not like it doesn't feel good~

Stanley grunted exhastedly, looking like a horny boy humping his pillow. The stubble on his face scratched all over me as he open mouth licked me like a loli-pop and drunkenly sucked hickies from my throat to my collarbones, he kept saying stuff like "I swear. you taste so good.", "I wish I could eat you like cake~", "say my name again, and I think I'll bust".

Gently removing himself from licking my neck, Stan suddenly rips my towel open, my no longer steaming body, hitting the freezing cold ac air of the mystery shack. Not saying a word, a small dripple of saliva dripping from his lip as sweat poured from his face.

His calloused fingers found their way to my chest with no hesitation, picking each bud with his pointer and thumb and rolling them around, my breath hitched as he pulled and let them fall back watching the buds grow stuffer and pinker "pretty, pink, buds" he murmurs.

While he gawked and played with my titties, I open my legs a bit more, adding to the closeness, his shaft firmly pressed to my soaking entrance. Reaching for the elastic of his boxers, I stick my thumbs in, circling around his waist and intending to push them down, feeling his swelled tip bed for attention.

!!EHEM!!-

Stanley's POV

(Self-Insert) sat in my lap as we watched my favorite romantic drama movie, my brother sat at the table next to us, toying with his glowing flower, that surprisingly lived.

Ford gagged once more, like he did for the 100th time, "I fucking hate you Stanley.".

I groan and drop my arm from the air dramatically, "Jesus fucking Christ Ford I already said I was in the wrong and I was sorry. How was I supposed to know it was gonna spit some sexy love juice in my face!" (Self-Insert) chuckled nervously as her face turned beat read again.

"Lets all of us just forget it okay. Please? Ugh~"

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I"M SO SORRY THAT WAS BAD- It was rushed and I'm finishing this at one thirty In the morning- AND I ALSO WORK- the lengths I go for horniness...

pls like...

<3

I would love to read a soulmate au with the losers club (the main four Eddie, Richie, Bill, and Stan) x reader. Its the red string. Reader lives in a different state and she is an only child in her family and during the summer she feels a tug of distress on the strings and her parents wanting the best for her goes on a road trip with reader giving directions since she can only see her strings. And once she gets to Derry she follows the string down to the barrens and once she gets there she see the losers club and tugs on all of the strings at once and makes the main four stumble. Richie firsts notices her and goes to flirt with her immediately. And meeting the rest of her soulmates is really fluffy. Also a lot of fluff while hanging out with her soulmates. Y/n is really affectionate but fears it comes of as being clingy. Her parents end up meeting their daughters soulmates parents and asked if she could stay the rest of the summer while they pack up the house in the other state. Also in this Ben and Bev are soulmates and sadly Mike ended up not having any soulmate(s). 

be prepared,,,

ﾟ ⋆ ﾟ𖦹 ﾟ ⋆ ﾟ caution; this may include sexual themes, swearing, and unsettling and or disturbing themes. stay safe out there, and i hope you’re ready for what’s to come!

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"How the time flies when you're stuck in the walls of the Park County Police Station."

Toolshed x Gender Neutral Reader

Being a part of The Chaos League has its ups and downs, mostly pretty big ups after you were allowed to go on missions. But after being stuck inside the walls of the Park County Police Station for a couple days, someone makes an unexpected visit.

"How cliché."

Stanley "Stan" Marsh x Reader

When a weird rumor starts spreading throughout the halls of Denver University, it's no surprise Stan Marsh was at the center of it, but you? How could you possibly be involved in the, yet another, turbulent gossip surrounding the one and only Stan?

"Third Wheeling."

Stanley "Stan" Marsh x Male Reader x Craig Tucker

How could you say no to the offer of living in an apartment with your two best friends who just so happen to be dating each other? It was a smart decision for everyone, being close to Denver University and not having to room with strangers? Yes, please! At least, until things start to get awkward for you.

"Thanks, they're absolutely beautiful, but, I have a boyfriend."

Jimmy Valmer x Female Reader

He's cute and all, but he's weird as hell. Yet, it's a nice feeling to know you're wanted, but the way he's going about it? Yeah, it's not the way a normal person would try to get the girl. If anything, this borders on harassment and obsession.

"This isn't just a necklace, it's a promise."

Kenneth "Kenny" McCormick x Reader

He's such a sweet boy, he really is. He's just a bit... affectionate, to say the least. And when he shows up at your house unannounced it gets a little bizarre, especially when he comes bearing a rather odd gift. It is odd only for the circumstances from which the gift comes from.

can I get uh…

Stan x Fem!Reader x Craig SFW & NSFW poly relationship headcanons pls 🙏 ?

take ur time & hope ur doing well :3

,,, HEADCANONZ

Ztanley Marzh x F!Reader x Craig Tucker

ZFW & NZFW Dating Headcanonz!

DIZCLAIMER: headcanonz are hard for me to write, zo i will only write headcanonz for my mutualz. alzo, ztan might juzt be the hardezt character for me to write, zo i zend my deepezt apologiez to moon if it'z not up to her ztandardz alzo i think i lied when i zaid there waz gonna be more nzfw headcanonz than zfw- i went a little overboard teehee. i'm zozozozo zorry if it zeemz ruzhed!!!

WARNINGZ: pet namez, mentionz of zex, zub&dom mentionz, mentionz of threezomez, waizt grabbing, implied p in v & p in a, ztaig mentionz

ZFW

; How did you three get together?

; You most likely forgot all about each other, luckily enough, Bebe wanted to have a little get-together with all her friends from high school (my dumbazz couldn't think of anything elze-)

; After maybe a year or so of catching up, becoming friends, and then developing crushes on each other, confessions are made

; I feel like Craig would fall first, and confess first

; Craig was definitely on the more open-minded side of being in a poly relationship, Stan, still being open-minded, but a little reluctant

; Being reluctant only because of what others might think, he's a little paranoid

; But, you need not worry, after weighing the pros and cons of dating both you and Craig, he agreed to the proposal

; The relationship is... rocky—at first

; They both have some issues to work out, everyone does

; But everything's better when you work it out in a group

; As long as you're patient with them, the relationship will turn out just fine

; After a couple months, and everyone figures out how the relationship works, it definitely goes from rocky to chaotic

; In a good way!

; Stan is more on the affectionate side, wanting to shower you and Craig with love

; His love language is physical touch and quality time

; Craig's being words of affirmation and acts of service

; Craig is the one who plans out all the dates, Stan only occasionally plans the more physical dates—hiking, biking, skating, skiing/snowboarding, etc.

; One of y'alls favorite dates is a picnic under the stars

;  Definitely being Craig's favorite because he can geek out; it's the entire reason why he planned it to begin with

; Stan is the type to buy y'all matching items, whether that's bracelets, shirts, pins, body jewelry, necklaces, or just anything really

; You three go stargazing together pretty regularly

; You better like animals, cause Stan LOVES them, and Craig refuses to live without Stripes NO. 7

; I feel like Stan would be trying to be a veterinarian in college, and Craig aiming to be an astronaut (and no, you can't change my mind on thiz)

; Craig loves to use pet names, but only basic ones—babe, hunny, sweetheart, etc.

; Stan rarely uses pet names—hun, sweetie, babe, and, angel

御負け ,,, OMAKE

; Craig is probably more active in the afternoon, while Stan is definitely a night owl

; They have greasy ass hair (i will die on thiz hill)

; They both use 5-in-one shampoo

; Craig seems like a smartass but is a dumbass, Stan's a dumbass through thick and thin

; Craig and Stan fight over who'll pay the bill during a dinner date, and you end up paying for it when they're not paying attention

NZFW

; The first time between the three of you was... awkward to say the least

; But, it's okay, you three got the hang of it after a bit

; Their favorite position is probably DP Cowgirl

; Maybe because it was the easiest to do—the easiest once you figured out where to put your knees at

; You and Stan, chest to chest, while Craig leans over you, hand gripping onto your waist

; Stan likes to look at your face when y'all fuck, it just gets him going to watch your face contort in pleasure

; And Craig?

; Craig just likes ass, man

; They're so competitive, they turn everything they can into a competition

; They'll literally fight over you man

; Stan looks like he whimpers and whines (zorry chat, ztan iz not a heavy dom in my mind)

; Craig is on the quiet side in bed, only letting out groans and grunts every now and then

; In my eyes, Stan is a switch leaning towards sub, and Craig is also a switch, buuuttttt

; Craig prefers to dom and will in most situations

; Craig is the type to degrade you, and so is Stan

; But Stan also likes to be degraded, yet he also likes to be praised

; I feel like Stan would like to be called Stanley when he's in the mood to be more submissive

; Stan looks like the type to crack a couple jokes when being intimate, he's still a bit serious though

; Craig is serious, there is no joking around

; He honestly gets pissed off when Stan starts joking in the middle of sex

; Which works out in your favor, but they don't need to know that

; Remember how I said they wear competitive?

; Yeah, they definitely compete to see who can get you to cum first

; Either that or who can get you to cum the most

; Craig likes to give you and Stan hickeys

; But Craig likes it when he gets hickeys too, it proves that y'all love each other

; Stan LOVES when either you or Craig bite or kiss his neck

; Craig doesn't have a high sex drive, I just don't see it

; Stan?

; I wouldn't say he would be as high as Kenny, but MAN

; It's fucking up there

; Craig is the one who usually does all the aftercare stuff

; Stan is too fucked out to do anything

; Craig will usually draw a bath for you and Stan, or start up a shower for y'all

; Then he'll carry you to bed, making sure to tuck y'all in all once and cozy

; Craig still likes to use pet names—slut, babydoll, sweetie, and love

; Stan's—my sweet angel, slut, whore, and baby

御負け ,,, OMAKE

; If you're not in the mood, but Stan and Craig are, they go to fuck each other on the couch

; And Craig will always dom if that's the case

The Act of Stealing a Loved One |1| (Stanley Pines x Reader)

This is a beginning of a prompt I wrote. Please don't expect chapters quickly. Enjoy!

Story guide

Being the wife of a man who went missing was hard. Many told you it was time to move on, many told you he was dead, and hell maybe you should just move on. But if they knew what happened that night, what actually happened to the man you loved, they would know why you couldn't exactly give up hope. You told him to shut it down, to stop what he was doing, hell Stan even did, but none of that would matter.

When he got trapped in the portal, it was the day you shut yourself out from everyone, you moved back to the small town home you two had bought before moving to Gravity Falls, you couldn’t take living in the house he went missing in. Stan kept living in his brothers’ home, turning it into some ‘Mystery Shack’ tourist attraction after a few weeks, which you wanted no part of. And after that, it was just radio silence. You didn’t hear anything from Stanley, nothing about your husband, it was just silence.

10 years went by. You still had hope that he was going to walk in that door and embrace you, telling you about the crazy things he saw while he was away, promising to never leave your side. It was now August 1992. He was smart, he knew about this sort of thing, so he was going to be back in your small home in New Jersey any minute now. That was going to happen… Right?

Another 10 years went by. You were grasping at straws trying to keep the memories you had with him in your mind. It was February 2002. The ring on your finger was a reminder of the love you two had, your hope was beginning to slip away. You stared down at your phone. Some weird new portable phone you finally decided on getting after debating. You should call Stan…

You never ended up calling him.

10 years later you had a car packed, a for sale sign was up in your town home you once lived in. It was now June 2012. Your wedding ring was no longer on your finger, you put it back in its box years ago. He wasn’t coming back, it's been 29 years. You were headed back to Gravity Falls, Oregon. To say you were nervous would be an understatement, you didn't know what to think. How would Stan react?

Shit. Stan. You had to call him.

After starting your car, you scroll through your contacts before landing on your brother-in-law, Stan Pines. The contact photo was an old photo of him from your wedding, he was being chased around by some smaller kids who were there tormenting him, thinking it was hilarious, you obviously had the photographer take a photo of it. Looking back on it gave you hope that he was willing to forgive your absence. You dialed his number before you started driving, praying he hasn’t changed it after all these years.

It was on its final ring before someone finally answered “.. kids don't do anything stupid! Ugh…Hello?” he sounded the same as you remember, almost identical to your Stanford. “Hello? If this is some telemarketer im not interested” he said again, you realized you did say anything “Hi! Uh Hi sorry. Stan.. Is that really you?” you heard him spit his water out before coughing, then clearing his throat “Y/n.. it’s you. Um, geez sorry not good at this, why are you calling me? It's been 29 years..” He sounded off put by you calling him. “I’m heading back to Gravity Falls Stan, I was hoping I could see you? Unless you don't want to then-” “Quit rambling.. You're sure you want to see me after all these years? I did uh, take over your old home” Stan muttered into the phone “That wasn’t my home Stan, and yes I'm sure. I'm driving so it'll be a couple days until I arrive. I have a place already so don't worry” You sigh slightly

“Grunkle Stan who are you talking to! Is it a girl?” you can hear a younger girl on the other side of the line, you must be on speaker. “Who’s that?” you ponder “It's no one” Stan quickly replies, hearing the girl gasp “Y/n Pines?! Grunkle Stan! You’re married?! DIPPER YOU’RE NEVER GOING TO BELIEVE THIS” She had to have seen the caller ID. Guess he just added you as a contact “Mabel you get back here! Shit, Y/n I gotta go, I’ll get it sorted out. I can’t wait to see you” Stan grumbles before hanging up. You slightly smile at the interaction.

You marrying Stanley? Hard pass.

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The Act of Stealing a Loved One |2| (Stanley Pines x Reader)

This chapter is a flashback. So are the others. Enjoy! It's super long lmao

Story Guide

It was the Summer of 1972 when you first met Stanford. You remember it almost all too well. You went to a college for the arts, majoring in music composition. Oh! And you were in a band! It was not good by any means, you all were figuring this out as you went but you were all having fun so it didn’t really matter to you. It’s kinda funny looking back on how the two of you somehow became a couple considering how different the two of you were.

You two only met after you accidentally stumbled in his room one night after you partied too hard at someone else's dorm. You thought his room was your friend's room. His dorm had books scattered around, posters of some scientists on the wall and an absolute mess of notes on his desk. Stanford did not want to spend his night with some random drunk girl in his dorm, but he knew he had to let you in, not trusting what any of the other men on the campus would do if they saw you like this. He didn’t know why you made him so flustered, maybe it was your vulnerable state, or just because you were a girl, talking to him.

It was probably both.

“You know, I never wanted to go to this, it was some promotional stuff for my band. Did I tell you I was in a band? We are amazing!” You were laying on the floor staring at the ceiling smiling goofily, flipping onto your stomach to look at the flustered man whose dorm you broke into. He took a glance over his shoulder to look at you, trying to tell you he was listening, even if you didnt care if he was or not. “Okay so that might be a lie, Gabs is super pitchy, Jamie is still figuring out the drums but that's besides the point..I met you by going to this!” you finally sat up running a hand through your hair “You're so dorky it's kinda cute” you let off a soft giggle pointing at him.

This made Stanford physically freeze, his breath hitching slightly “Thank you I suppose, Are your friends looking for you?” He quickly changed the subject, turning around in his chair, looking at you “I think, I dunno… I kinda wanna stay here with you” you smirked. “Well I-” he started before he heard a female voice yelling in the hallway “Y/N! We gotta go!” “Oh that's Gabs! She’s my friend!” You stumbled up before heading towards the door, pausing before going back over to the man kissing his check with a giggle, causing Stanford's face to turn bright red “Thank you for saving me! I’m Y/n by the way!” “Um… It's Stanford, Call me Ford..” he managed to get out, quickly writing the phone number to the telephone that was in his room, down on a piece of notebook paper. “Just.. Call me when you get to your dorm safe..” he quickly turned back to face his textbooks he had his nose buried in hours ago “Aw you care about me… Okay loverboy. Seeya around!” you poked his shoulder before leaving, yelling at your friend ‘Gabs’ to get her attention

Ford had no idea why he did that, he never had the balls to do this sort of thing. Especially with someone as beauti- No why the hell was he having these thoughts? You weren't going to call him. He has to forget about this encounter, he concluded, going back to his uneventful night.

He got a call the next day, it was you. There was some sort of music in the background, he couldn't place what it was, some pop music maybe. “Oh my gosh is this Ford? I kinda crashed at your dorm last night, I am sooo sorry I am super embarrassed.” you rambled on before Ford let off a slight chuckle “No it's fine. I’m glad you're safe, you seemed very out of it last night” he leaned back in his chair slightly as he spoke “Ugh don't get me started about the hangover” you groaned causing him to laugh.

After that was the beginning of a relationship, you spent your off time together, he helped you with classes and you expanded his music taste, well tried to at least.

It's been 4 months since you two started dating. Ford even told his brother about this, and to say Stanley was shocked was an understatement, he rushed over surprising Ford “So you finally found a girl who doesn’t run off screaming? Tell me all about her” Stanley smirked looking at his twin brother, noticing a photo of you on his desk in a frame, you had a microphone in your hand giving a peace sign to the camera with your other hand. How the hell did his brother score you? Ford went off to ramble about you, he was a love sick mess, but the way his eyes kept shifting to the photo of you when explaining you made Stan confused, why did he have to keep looking at it to talk about you?

He noticed a few flyers to some music festivals, they looked untouched. “Who gave you these?” he picked one up, the show was for tonight, in a few hours. “Oh Y/n did. She’s in a band” Ford looked at the flier before directing his attention back to the textbook that was in front of him “You plan on seeing her right?” Stan raised an eyebrow looking at his brother “Too busy, I have an exam tomorrow” Ford shrugged it off flipping to the next page in his book “You’re joking right? Have you been to any of her shows?” Stan narrowed his eyes in disapproval, Ford didn't say anything “Some boyfriend you are” He muttered looking down at the flier in his hands. He knew what he had to do, he wasn’t going to let Ford ruin the only potential relationship he would probably ever have.

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The Act of Stealing a Loved One |3| (Stanley Pines x Reader)

Hi y'all! I am overwhelmed by the amount of love this fanfiction is getting. Thank you so much, I am glad y'all love it and hope you enjoy it!

Story Guide

Why the hell was he doing this? Maybe it was to try and make up for all that he did to his brother, or maybe it was to attempt to not let Ford ruin something good that finally came into his life. Whatever the reason was, Stan was putting fake glasses on, wearing an outfit similar to what his nerdy brother would wear, he was going to the show. He was going to see you perform.

“God why does he dress so dorky” Stan muttered in annoyance as he looked himself over in the mirror. He adjusted the glasses that sat awkwardly on the bridge of his nose and grabbed the poster before heading out to his car. He drove off to where the show was taking place, in somebody’s basement.

“Do you think he’s going to come tonight?” you muttered, looking at Gabs.

Their band was currently tuning their instruments and checking over equipment in the basement, preparing for the performance.. How the neighbors didn't complain was beyond you, they probably are used to this by now.

“Do you want the truth or for me to lie?” Gabs glanced at you with an annoyed look in her eye, sighing, she continued to tune her guitar “...I don't know why you're still with that bum. You invited him to how many shows now and he just wont show?” She rolled her eyes, directing her attention back towards you.

“He’s super busy, and I get that... His degree is super difficult, so I get it” You muttered, beginning to untangle some of the wires you shoved inside your bag in a hurry “..if he doesn't show tonight, I might just have to talk about where this relationship is going.. I really just don't get why he doesn't support me on this..” you mutter frowning slightly as you progress with the mess of wires

“If that's what you feel is best then do it, besides, you'll always have me and the band,” Gabs smiles softly at you placing her guitar down as she looks at the clock on the wall “Doors open in ten, maybe you'll see him before the show starts.. I'm hoping for his sake or I swear I will beat the absolute sh-”

“Gabs! You're not beating up my boyfriend” you laugh, gently shoving her “But I hope he’ll be there too..”

Stan was glad he got there when he did, considering the fact it was a basement show it was pretty packed. Parking was a bitch, so he ended up parking on the front lawn to which everyone else followed suit once they saw him do it.

“Ford, don't make me regret this…” he muttered getting out of the car before heading to the door. Ignoring the looks of everyone else, he stepped inside. The house smelt of cigarettes and booze, it was rather full at the moment with groups of people talking. It made Stan stick out like a sore thumb while he was trying to find you in the room.

“Holy shit! Ford you actually came!” He heard a female voice yell out before he was suddenly embraced. Looking to see who embraced him, he saw the girl from the photo on Ford's desk, it was you. Returning the hug Stan smiled “I apologize for missing your other shows I got too caug-” he was cut off by you kissing him, shutting him up completely.

Was this wrong? 100%. If Ford ever knew about this he would be in even deeper shit. But the way your soft lips felt against his rough ones pushed that thought aside. Your scent of vanilla, mixed with cigarettes was like a drug he craved. He couldn't get enough of it. You pulled away after a few seconds looking into his eyes smiling

“As much as I love your rambling, shush. I'm just glad you're here!” she said giddily as she wrapped her arms around his neck, the Vodka you tried hiding with a piece of strawberry gum, hitting his nose in the closeness.

“Noted. You look absolutely beautiful, now when do you perform?” Keep your cool Stanley shit!

“Oh I'm on after the first band! Ya know… There's rumors of some school scouting agent showing up tonight.. god can you imagine if it was true?” You smiled, a sparkle in your eyes as you speak “The band and I, in the big leagues..On tour never having to look back? That's the dream” you removed your hands from Stan’s neck

When you pulled away he turned his attention to your ensemble for the show. Your hair was done with brushed out curls, falling towards the low cut neckline of the red shirt you had on underneath the black leather jacket that completed the look.

How the actual hell did Ford score you?

No seriously how the hell.

“Regardless, we got a huge following now, the word got out about us all over campus and some parts of your school so whatever happens I don't give a shit. This is so fun!” you giggle, slightly tipsy from the shots you definitely didn't have earlier

“Whatever makes you happy, I'll support you” Stan smiled gently, squeezing your hand.

He hates that he just added fuel to the fire of lies he is making, but he didn't want to crush your dreams. Stan knows his brother was definitely not supportive of your music career, he knows that he would probably tell you to be more realistic, that's just how his brother was. Stan wishes that somehow, he would have been the one you met, he longed for someone exactly like you. Carefree, up for the thrill of not knowing what's next, and not giving a shit while doing it.

“And that's why I love you Ford” Y/n says, snapping him out of his thoughts.

“Y/n! Come on, we have to figure out all our shit before we go on! You can make out with him later!” Jamie yelled out to you, holding up one of his drumsticks, pointing out at you

“Ugh, I'm coming! See you on stage lover boy” You kiss him one last time before running off with Jamie.

God he was down bad

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Stan x Reader Headcanons (SFW/Fluff)

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Loves when you cook for him. Has had very few good home cooked meals in his life and considers it a delicacy. Won’t ask you to cook but thanks you every time and tries his best to help when he can. 

Dances with you a lot in the kitchen or on the porch and loves to spin/dip you. He will also give Mabel a turn if she asks.

The type to flick you with the towel or splash water on you while doing the dishes and loves when you do it back. Similarly, you two once got in a water fight with the hose while washing his car. 

Asks for back/head scratches all the time - it’s the only time his body is fully relaxed. His burn scar gets especially itchy.

Will take you up on the roof to stargaze after the kids are asleep. Knows how to find all the constellations - learned star navigation for fun as a kid and used it to pass the time while living in his car. (Finally got to put it to use while sailing with Ford). His favorite constellation is Gemini.

Admitted that he never liked reading (dyslexia) but lets you read aloud to him before bed and gets really invested in the story. 

Can’t sing to save his life but when a romantic song comes on he’ll use a nearby object as a mic and dramatically serenade you.

Says “I love you” as much as he can (to you and the kids, and sometimes even Ford) because for so long he didn’t have anyone to say it to.

THE LAST DANCE – SEBASTIAN STAN X READER SMUT ONE SHOT

Summary: Sebastian Stan takes dance lessons. He wants to impress his beloved woman (reader). One day he comes back home really late. His girlfriend awaits, really angry that he's late again. She asks him to show her what he had taught at lessons, so he agrees. It ends in obvious way...

Word Count: 1999

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex

Author: Beast

You were mad.

You were full of anger.

It wasn't first time when he was late.

You looked at the clock. Half past ten p.m.

“Dammit, Sebastian” you sighed under your breath.

 Dressed in a well-fitted cobalt dress reaching to your knees and dark high heels you took a seat on the leather couch, crossing your legs nicely. You checked your phone, but there was nothing. No messages, no calls.

 You rolled your eyes and got up. You decided to walk out at the balcony with a spectacular view at the suburbs. You put hands on the balustrade and took a deep breath with a fresh, cold air.

The building was located on a hill.

From the outside this house looked intimate and cozy. It has been built with spruce wood and had red pine wooden decorations. Small, rounded windows let in plenty of light and have been added to the house in a fairly asymmetrical pattern.

The house was equipped with a large kitchen and two bathrooms, it also had a spacious living room, four bedrooms, a small dining room and a large garage.

The building was fairly rounded in shape. The house was half surrounded by stylish gardens.

The second floor was bigger than the first, which created a stylish overhang around half the house.

The roof was low, triangular, but one side was longer than the other and was covered with red roof tiles. Two large chimneys sat at either side of the house. Several small windows let in just enough light to the rooms below the roof.

The house itself was surrounded by a gorgeous garden, including various trees, bushes, flowers and a large pond.

 Finally, at 11 p.m., you've heard a keys in a lock.

You improved your dress and went to the living room, where you decided to wait at him.

 Sebastian walked in, with a smile, panting. He was holding a bouquet of red roses in his hand.

“I'm terribly sorry, Y/N, I know, I know, I'm late again..” he said and gave you his best smile. “This is for you” brunette handled the bouquet to you.

 You took it into your hands, but you shook your head slightly.

“Sebastian... You always say the same. That this is the last time..” you sighed sadly. “I was waiting with a dinner.”

You looked down at the roses. “Thank you, they are beautiful. You know what I like, but it doesn't change a fact I'm disappointed once again.”

 He nodded and walked after you to the kitchen, where you put flowers to a vase.

He slowly wrapped his arms around your waist from behind.

“You know that I am really sorry, Y/N” he whispered into your ear before he kissed your nape.

“Yes” you reached your free hand back and stroked over his unshaven cheek. “But you need to understand, that I'm missing you everytime we're apart.”

 Sebastian sighed deeply again and forced you to turn back to face him.

“Y/N, please, darling...” he whispered, leaning down to kiss your lips, but you gently pushed him away.

“No, Seb. No..” with agile movement you slipped out of his arms and walked back to the living room. “Tell me.. Where have you been? What has stopped you for so long, huh?” you crossed your hands over your chest, standing with your back to him.

 You heard he also entered the room.

“I was at the dance lesson, I've been telling you about it” his voice was strong, but calm at the same moment.

You snorted.

“Ha! I bet you were trained by some... saxy, young instructor!” you shook your head slightly.

 Suddenly, you heard his laughter.

“What's so funny, Seb?!” you immediately turned around to him.

“You're nothing but jealous” Sebastian was leaning his back against the door frame casually, his hands were crossed over his chest. “I knew it! Gotcha, Y/N.”

 You felt like redness approached your cheeks.

“I... No! It's not that, Seb!” you turned around and left the room, taking a direction to the balcony. He followed you.

 You took a deep breath as you walked at the fresh air, trying to relax.

You felt his strong rough hands on your bare shoulders.

“You know that there's no one else in my life but you” he whispered into your ear.

You shivered at the timbre of his voice.

“Yea...” you muttered quietly, feeling his hand moved up to your left cheek.

He forced you to turn your head to him.

“I love you, Y/N” he said firmly, then he kissed your lips.

 You almost melted into the kiss, but you put hands at his chest and gently pushed back.

“Stop it for now. Okay. Show me what did you learn then” you asked, rising your eyebrow up.

He blinked.

“What..?” Sebastian asked with a hesitation.

“You heard what I said” you smired rudely. “C'mon, Seb.”

 He was hesitating for a moment. But he gave a slight nod and grabbed your hand. He pulled you back to the living room.

“Like you wish, honey” he smiled.

 Sebastian turned on the radio.

He had a good luck, on the radio there was a song called Hungry Eyes by Eric Carmen.

You couldn't help but giggle a bit.

 Sebastian approached you and he put his hands on your waist.

“Put your hands on my shoulders” he advised.

You did as he was asking for.

He made the distinctive hip movement.

“It's called Cuban Motion.. Or something like that” he laughed shortly so did you. “Try to do it.”

 You tried your best to repeat his movements.

“Yes, that's it, Y/N!” Sebastian smirked proudly.

 After few minutes, you both were dancing, embracing each other tightly, with a swing in your hips.

“It's called the dance of love” he murmured against your lips while his hands were moved slowly at your butt.

“SEB!” you whimpered quietly, but you didn't protest any further.

 He leaned down to you and kissed you as passionately as he could.

When he stopped, you looked into his eyes to see a little sparkles of lust in them.

“I missed you..” you whispered.

“Me too, babe..” he said, panting a bit.

Without any more words, he took you into his arms and picked you up.

You whimpered but let him to do it. You wrapped legs around his hips to support yourself from falling.

 He laid you on the couch, pinning you down.

You felt a few kisses peck at your shoulders, moving up to your neck. You moaned softly and turned your head to the other side giving Sebastian more access. He sucked a hickey on the base of your neck and gently caressed it with his tongue. You felt his hand grip the material of your dress and pull it past your stomach, before running his hands over the exposed skin. Your abdomen contracts at his touch making you gasp as he continues to abuse your neck.

He asked you to lean up a bit, so he unzipped your dress and helped you to pull it over your head and tossing it aside.  

He brought his lips to yours and kissed you passionately while bringing his hands up to massage your bare chest. He coaxed your mouth open by licking your bottom lip and slid in his tongue with ease. Your hand cupped his face and the other entangled into his hair as the kiss became more heated.

Sebastian broke away and you gasped for air. His tongue trailed down to your jaw and neck before stopping at your taut nipple. He pressed down and sucked while his hand continued to knead your other mound. Your chest lifted from the bed as your breathing deepened at the pleasure he was giving you. He released your breast from his lips and latched onto the other and continued his actions.

When he was satisfied with the pink marks on your chest he then dragged his tongue down to your stomach, leaving a wet trail on your torso. Sebastian’s hands pulled down your panties in one swift movement and you were left naked and breathless under him. Your thighs instinctively spread and he rested comfortably between them and began kissing your stomach and rubbing circles on your waist with his thumb.

Sebastian moved down to face your now dripping core. He smirked and looked up at you before saying “So wet already baby?” You bit your lip in slight embarrassment and shifted your eyes away from his gaze. He chuckled quietly and placed his warm hands on your thighs, running them up and down. You whimpered as you felt his tongue push against your clit and flick it across your bud. Your hand moved down your body to grip his soft locks as he slowly swirled his tongue around and lightly sucked on the sensitive area.

“Seb... Yes...” you moaned into the air. He continued to alternate between long, tender licks and sharp flicking movements which brought you closer to the edge. He moved his tongue to your dripping entrance and he pushed it inside, flicking it against your soft core. You were moaning louder and louder, his name mixed in with your pleas to continue his actions. He rubbed your clit with his thumb as he continued to move his tongue in and out of you. “I need ya..” you moaned quietly, tugging on his hair gently. Sebastian lifted, kissing his way up your body. Your impatient hands undone his belt and he helped you to unzipped his fly. Brunette quickly took off his pants and shirt. He pressed his lips to yours as he pushed the tip of his dick inside you gently, the whimper you let out made his arms quiver at either side of your head, and you held onto the side of his face so you could kiss him even deeper, while he filled you further and further. “That's sooo good” you moaned, parting your lips and closing your eyes. He started off slower than usual, moaning low, and drawing equally as blissful sounds from you as you closed your eyes, and he watched your lips fall open and your chest rise as you arched back. “So beautiful” he got out, attaching his mouth to your exposed neck and tending to the flesh yours, making you rise your hips up to meet his steady thrust, and causing him to grunt out a curse. You picked up the pace, bodies moving together, gripping each other hard and in no rush for it to end. But you felt that knot start in your stomach, and your lower half began to tense, your nails in his forearm told him you were close and he was glad. Sebastian started thrusting with more vigorously, pushing one of her knees down flush to the couch so he could hit the deepest angle. “Oh, Seb!” you moaned, tossing your head back. Your cries of heightened pleasure filled the room and the sounds made him hot with satisfaction. Close himself, he let out a loud groan of pleasure when you tensed, then began to spasm around him, legs shaking, back arching. “I love you, I love you” you repeated, breathlessly, holding onto his face while he pushed on to his own release, so you could watch when he spilled into you. “FUCK” Sebastian swore when he came, brow furrowing, mouth falling open as he filled you up, making you whimper with approval. “Jesus” his arms gave up, and he fell onto you resting his head on your chest while you both breathlessly tried to come to your senses. You stroked his back dazedly, feeling him still inside you until he was ready to pull out and collapse onto his back beside you. Exhausted, he pulled you over for a long kiss, holding on to the side of your face and stroking his thumb over your cheekbone. “I love you..” you whispered nuzzling to his chest. “I love you too, Y/N” Sebastian smiled, looking deeply into your eyes.

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