Grunkle Stan X Reader

Gravity Falls

"AHHHHHHHHHH!"

"Oh, it's just you. Come in."

"What the hell, Ford! Who'd you think I was? Why are you ready to shoot anyone that you see with a crossbow what happened over the past two years?"

"Carla, it's not safe out here, you can't trust anyone."

"Is this some kinda sick joke or something are you even gonna ask me how I've been?"

"Sorry. I've been alone for a while. How do you do?"

"Why have you been alone didn't you live with Fiddleford, or at least fiddling with Fiddleford?"

His eyes started to tear up, he took off his glasses, covered his face with his hands. and took a deep breath. I realized his posture had gotten better. He wore a tan trench coat, and under it a loosened white button up collared shirt with a black tie. With a shaky voice he said:

"No. I took my science too far. Now he's married and his wife's pregnant."

He got up and walked towards the window, all I could see was his shoulders shaking.

"I'm so sorry Ford. I didn't know."

"It's too late now. I'm just trying to get rid of the bad."

"Huh?"

"You should go, it's not safe."

"Um... before I do, do you know where Stan is? I used to see his commercials on my T.V. 'Stan-Vac: it sucks more than anything.' Heh. I really do miss him."

"He's coming later. But I need to talk to him, alone. Why don't you go to the Greasy's Diner? They have great pancakes."

I left to go to the diner. When I left I saw a red 1965 El Diablo convertible 4 door sedan, Stan. When he got out of his car he had a five o' clock shave, he wore a red hooded jacket with white fluffies in the hood, he wore a white shirt under his jacket. He looked bigger, not as in fat but his face was now more structured. He seemed more confident, he had dark circles under his eyes as if he hadn't slept for days. I wanted to run up to him and apologize, I wanted to tell him how sorry I felt, how I wish I hadn't led Ford to that room that fateful night, how I would never ever love Ford the way I did Stan. but I couldn't. I just stood there dumbfounded, I started to feel my eyes get teary, but I reminded myself Carla we have to wait until they're done talking. I went to the diner and when I came back Ford was gone and Stan was showing off the house as if it was his own. I waited until he was done.

"Hey, Stan."

He turned around and stopped counting his money.

"Carla?!"

"Yeah."

I gave him a bashful smile, with tears in my eyes. He picked me up and twirled me around. When he put me down, he tugged my waist towards him, and I had my hands around his neck and I pulled him towards me. I had forgotten the familiar feeling of his rough lips. I had forgotten the feeling of my fingers through his hair, forgotten the feeling of his kisses all over body, and forgotten the feeling of his hot cum going down my throat. I had forgotten all these things but my body had not, we moved so smoothly so in sync, we knew each other's bodies almost as well as a pilot knew his plane. I had fallen asleep in the bed next to him, in the morning I felt him leave his side of the bed.

"Where are you going?" I said sluggishly.

"Don't worry, I'll come back soon."

I went back to sleep. When I woke up I woke up to sirens and a loud knocking on my door. I got up and grabbed Stan's light teal bathrobe. I opened the door barely clothed and half asleep on the other side of the door there were two police officers; Sheriff Blubs and Deputy Durland. They both seemed relatively young Durland was skinny, tall, and had a very high voice, Blubs was short, rounder, and had a low growly voice.

"Ma'am, do you know where Stanford Filbrick Pines is?"

"No. Why?"

They both exchanged glances and said.

"His twin brother Standley Pines died today."