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Gravity Falls is… weird to say the least, when you moved here for your summer job you expected hiking and swimming, all the usual small town summer activities. What you hadn't expected was to make friends with your boss' kids, who seemed to live more dangerously than the kids in IT. There's been more than a few times you've wanted to ask when Pennywise was gonna pop out and use your face as a chew toy.
Today’s terrifying and questionable adventure was clown cats, which might as well be Pennywise, you kind of have a thing about clowns. Walking out of the woods with Dipper and Mabel on either side of you, you're a little embarrassed you're still shaking. The cats hadn't been mean, but they weren't a pleasant sight, you can already feel the nightmares coming.
“You kids are gonna end up killing me, you know that?” You grumble, bumping into Dipper and making him fumble with the journal.
“It wasn't that bad,” Mabel reasons, holding out a piece of gum for you, you take it, chewing your anxiety away, “it was better than those stupid unicorns.”
“You still haven't told me why you hate unicorns,” you remind her. It was about two years before your time in Gravity Falls and it was apparently quite the story.
“Trust me, man, you don't wanna hear it,” Dipper sighs, scribbling in the journal with three different color pens.
Mabel whispers loudly in your ear, “I'll tell you later.”
You chuckle, these kids really are something, they've been the best part of your summer if you're being honest. Them and their great uncles, your bosses.
“Surprise subject change!” Mabel yells, scaring away a few birds in the trees, “Word has it you have a crush on someone, spill.”
“Word has it?” You eye her suspiciously, you barely know anyone but the people you see at the Mystery Shack.
“Okay, okay, Soos told me, but he wouldn't tell me who, so spill.” She stares at you, trying to wear you down with her cuteness.
“Oh come on, Mabel, leave the poor guy alone,” Dipper tries to come to your rescue, but you both know there's no stopping Mabel once she puts her mind to something.
“It's not a crush, May, I'm not twelve,” you reply, pulling her into a side hug, “it's more like Dipper’s thing for Wendy, it’s kinda pathetic and it's never gonna happen.”
“Hey-” that earns an interjection from Dipper, who throws one of his pens at you.
“But who is it?” Mabel pleads, tugging on your sleeve.
“None of your business short stack,” you ruffle her hair. As the shack comes back in sight you release Mabel from your hug, “Now go bug Soos for a while, Stan actually expects me to work on my workdays.
Mabel runs off, shouting boring at you from a distance. “That means you too Dip,” you nudge him.
“Just thought you should know she has no idea it's Stan,” he says, never looking up from his journal.
You choke on air, “ What ?”
“Your crush on Stan, it's pretty obvious.” He mumbles.
You stop him, pulling him away from the shack for a minute, “I do not have a crush on your uncle.”
He tilts his head, looking at you, “You didn't know you had a crush on him?”
“I told Soos I liked someone to get him off my back. I don't actually have a crush, Dip.” You shake your head, the imagination of this kid never ceases to surprise you. Stan is, well he’s Stan , you don't like him, you know it.
“Whatever you say, man,” Dipper walks off in the direction his sister did, attention back on his journal.
You're not quite sure why you're so defensive, it's not like Stan’s a bad guy. He's definitely attractive, and despite his history as a con man, he's charming and sweet and good with the kids. You attempt to clear your mind as you walk back to the shack, Stan gave you a bunch of items to reprice today. Summerween is just around the corner and the man told you to jack up prices, apparently the townsfolk are suckers for the holiday.
Walking through the shack to the backroom you wave at Wendy and Soos, smiling when you see the kids telling them about your earlier adventure. You open the door and jump a little when you hear Stan mumbling in a corner, he's looking for something. “Need help, boss?”
You startle him too, only a little though. He quickly moves to shut the door behind you, your heartbeat picks up with him reaching behind you.
He goes right back to the boxes in the corner of the room, “Stan?”
He clears his throat, “Oh, yeah. The kids haven't had the best summerween experience the past couple-a years,” he rubs the back of his neck and scrunches his nose, which probably means he did something, “so I picked up some real good costumes for them and their teenage party or something. I can't seem to fuckin’ find ‘em.”
“Were they from that weird vampire show they love?” You ask, grabbing a bag you had put off to the side a few days ago, you didn't want it mixed with the merchandise.
He smiles, “Thanks, doll, you're a life-saver.” You blush a little, looking down at your shoes. Doll , you've never been this okay with a man calling you something like that. You're going to kill Dipper, you never thought of Stan like this before.
Or, now that you think of it, you've never paid this much attention. Thinking back to all the times he's called you a sweet pet name, or gently touched your arm while he stood behind you at the register. A gentle shiver runs through your body, his deep, rough voice has been in your ear more than enough times to make your whole body heat up.
Ducking your head to look down at the floor you clear your throat, “The kids kinda wore me out, would you mind if I went upstairs to shower?”
He raises an eyebrow, not that you notice it with your face hidden, “Go on up pretty boy, take the rest of the day off.”
You look up despite the heat in your face that's only growing, “Really?”
“Mhm,” he hums, reaching forward to tip your chin and meet his eyes, “just don't tell the others I'm playing favorites, I got a soft spot for ya, doll.”
“Oh,” your face feels like it's on fire, you can't help but think maybe you're just now noticing he's got a thing for you too, “thanks, Stan.”
You try not to run upstairs too quickly, not even bothering to stop in your room to grab some fresh clothes. As soon as you enter the bathroom your clothes are hitting the floor. A soft moan comes from your lips when the warm water hits your skin.
Before you realize what you're doing, your fingers slip between your legs, gently circling your cock. You're probably going to regret this later, but your mind is clouded by steam and thoughts of Stan’s thick fingers doing this instead. You bring yourself to completion through soft moans with Stan’s name on your lips.
With a heavy breath and your head resting against the shower wall you realize something; You're fucked.