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brightdrawings · 27 days
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the sillies
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brightdrawings · 3 months
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just barely got this done on time
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brightdrawings · 6 months
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my polaroid piece for @eregyrn-falls-art's multi-artist lyric comic!
it's now on youtube! so b sure to enjoy the wonderful art and hard work that the other artists put into making it come together.
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brightdrawings · 7 months
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And here it is at last! The Gravity Falls Multi-Artist Lyric Comic tribute to the Stan Twins, "Trouble"!
Stay tuned, as @stariousfalls is working on making all of this into a video version. That will be coming along in the next few weeks!
And of course, Happy Birthday to Dipper and Mabel! (Even if this project was Grunkles-centric, Stan and Ford's stories wouldn't have come to such a heart-warming resolution if it wasn't for their niblings. Credit where it's due!)
Some credits and acknowledgements below the read-more:
(I'll have remarks and thanks in another post; but for now, thank you SO MUCH TO EVERYONE who worked on this and made it spectacular!)
CREDITS:
Polaroid Collage One: elishevart, zephrunsimperium, pinkplatiploo, mother-ofthe-universedraws, fordtato, shadeartstuff, creativepup, skysdrawings
I've been a beggar: lemonfodrizzleart
And I've been a king: kingsofjersey
I've been a loner: muria-art
And I've worn the ring: everlight_283 (instagram)
Losing myself: batman-gif
Just to find me again: tazmiilly & gin-juice-tonic
I'm a million miles smarter: eregyrn-falls-art & stephreynaart
But I ain't learned a thing: annakitsun3
I've been a teacher: gobblewanker
And a student of hurt: skysdrawings
I kept my word: orangephoenix6
For whatever that's worth: mother-ofthe-universedraws
Never been last: jackyjackdraws
But I've never been first: jasmine-sketchbook
Oh I may not be the best: stephreynaart
But I'm far from the worst: spectralreplica
Oh I may not be the best: elishevart
But I'm far from the worst: zkyeline
Oh, I've seen trouble: fexiled / fexalted
More than any man should bear: mischieflily
But I've seen enough joy: ginandshattereddreams
I've had more than my share: gin-juice-tonic
And I'm still not done: morcian-draws
I'm only halfway there: jamesfenimoreharper
I'm a million miles ahead of where I'm from: fordtato
But there's still another million miles to come: deerpines, orangephoenix6 & fordtato
Polaroid Collage Two: creativepup, cbmagus49, inkdrawndreamer, bluefrostyy, mother-ofthe-universedraws, fordtato, bewildred-grimsley, shadeartstuff, alphazed
Oh I keep on searching for the City of Gold: vililae
So I'm gonna follow this yellow brick road: cbmagus49
Thinking that maybe it might lead me on: cutebatart
I'm a million miles farther: hellmandraws
And a long way from home: eregyrn-falls-art
I know that there's a plan that goes way beyond mine: possumbreath
Got to step back just to see the design: pottersfieldcustodian
The mind fears the heart: rechoclo
But the heart doesn't mind: novantinuum
Oh I may not be perfect: tazmiilly
But I'm loving this life: hubbabubbagumpop
Oh I may not be perfect: athgalla-arts
But I'm loving this life: thisiswhereidraw
Oh I've seen trouble: purblzart
More than any man should bear: shadowofaghost5
But I've seen enough joy: alextwdgf01 & fordtato
I've had more than my share: dragonsheepstudios
And I'm still not done: acetyzias & stephreynaart
I'm only halfway there: cryptidjeepers
I'm a million miles ahead of where I'm from: chiiroptereh
But there's still another million miles to come: stephreynaart
Polaroids Collage Three: cbmagus49; fordsy; fordtato; puppylove24680; sciencevillain; lemonfodrizzleart; mother-ofthe-universedraws; possumbreath
Polaroids Collage Four: jamesfenimoreharper; gin-juice-tonic; rusted-blue; shadowofaghost5; cutebatart; possumbreath; fordtato; nour386
Polaroids Collage Five: fordtato; pinestwinssimp; tazmiillly; melodramaticwolf; eregyrn-falls-art
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brightdrawings · 7 months
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its already friday to me
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rotating him in my mind at rly high speeds
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brightdrawings · 8 months
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9 with old fiddlestan
You wanted old boys? I got you old boys!
9. Our first dinner party
Prompt List (not taking prompts right now)
There was a large crash and the smell of slightly burnt confetti filled the air. Giving a small sigh, Stanley leaned out of the kitchen to see what trouble his family was causing now. To his surprise,, it was his boyfriend who offered him an innocent smile from behind his trimmed beard.
“I thought I’d help the youngin’s with the decoratin’,” Fiddleford said, putting away the jumbo sized party popper.
“Fidds, ya gave me half a heart attack,” Stan complained. He gave a small pout.
“Sorry, darlin’. I think I might leave the decoratin’ to the professionals,” Fiddleford said, walking over to the kitchen. “Maybe I can help ya in the kitchen.”
“Yeah, some focus on the dinner part of a dinner party would be nice,” Stanley said, raising his voice to make sure the rest of his family in the living room could hear his unsubtle message.
Chuckling at the slight guilt that crossed the faces of Mabel, Dipper and Stanford in the other room Fiddleford walked into the kitchen.  “Yer being too harsh on ‘em,” he said.
“Yeah?” Stan asked, walking into the kitchen to check how his roast was going.
“Ya did ban ‘em all from interfeerin’ with yer cooking,” Fiddleford pointed out. He took a seat on the kitchen table and watched Stan get to work making some rice.
“For good reason,” Stanley replied, pouring some boiling water onto the rice. “They’re all cooking hazards.”
“What about Soos and his grandmother?” Fiddleford asked.
“She’s been cooking most of our meals while we’re stayin’ over here. I thought I’d let her have the night off,” Stan said. He put a lid on the rice and quickly moved over to the next pot that needed his attention.
“Ya want some help?” Fiddleford asked with an innocent smile.
“Are you gonna add roadkill to my stew?” Stanley asked.
“Not anymore,” Fiddleford said. “I was thinkin’ more you tell me what you need help with and I fix it up for ya.”
“Yeah, no, that’s fair,” Stan said. He took a large spoon and scooped some of the stew he was cooking. “Taste this for me,” he said, pointing the spoon in Fiddleford’s direction.
Fiddleford got down from the table and took the offered bite of stew.  Using his tongue he swished it around his mouth, tasting the stock while chewing the vegetable and meat chunks. “It could do with some salt,” he said,alking over to the old coffee jar that was filled with salt.
“That sweet?” Stan asked, licking the spoon himself.
“You also made the vegetable bits too big,” Fiddleford said, pouring a couple of tea spoons from the jar into the pot. “They’re still pretty firm.”
“Ugh, nothing to do about that now,” Stan groaned, giving the pot a quick stir
“It’s not the end of the world.” Fiddleford said.
“I know that much. We’ve been through the end of the world. Remember?” Stanley teased.
“Never mind all that,” Fiddleford said, mimicking Mayor Tyler’s tone of voice.
“You’re terrible,” Stanley smirked. He tasted another bite of the stew. “Here, try this.”
Fiddleford took the offered bite and hummed as he ate. “That’s better,” he smiled. “Actually, maybe a pinch of moon shine could fix it up.”
“I know you love your moonshine, Fiddlesticks. But I’m not lettin’ the kids get drunk.” Stan said firmly.
“But I made it specially for ya,” Fiddleford whined.
“We could always have our own little dinner party after party,” Stanley said with a devious smirk.
“Stanley Pines you are a tease.” Fiddleford pouted.
“But you love me anyway.” Stan smirked, leaning forward and gently kissing his boyfriend’s forehead.
A crash sounded form the other room, followed quickly by an optimistic “I’m okay!”
“I think we might need someone to watch over the others,” Fiddleford said, looking towards the door.
“Nah, they’ve got Ford with them. They’ll be fine,” Stanley said, lowering the stove’s flame from a strong boil to a light simmer.
“That’s a good point,” Fiddleford said.
“And if worst comes to worst they’ve got Melody there,” Stan said looking to the rice.
“Fairpoint,” Fiddleford said, walking over to Stan.
He gingerly wrapped his hands around his boyfriend’s waist while he worked on the food. Gently he kissed the back of Stan’s neck, who hummed happily as he turned off the flame under the rice. Stan turned around and picked up Fiddleford in his arms.
“Looking forward to the dinner party?” Stan asked.
“I’ve had enough of the party for now. I’m looking forward to the dinner part,” Fiddleford said, planting a kiss on Stan’s cheek.
“We’ll get there soon,” Stan promised, leaning forward to kiss Fiddleford’s lips. “We’ll get there soon.”
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brightdrawings · 9 months
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you're freaking him out dude
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brightdrawings · 9 months
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my entry for @fordtato's Bill Cipher SMash or pass contest.
I saw this CURSED video in my recommended on youtube and the image of Bill in spongebob's place haunted me for 2 days until i drew it.
ENJOY!
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brightdrawings · 9 months
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It's my 8 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳
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brightdrawings · 10 months
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They were lost out at sea. Not something you plan to do, you can plan for it. By God did Stan and Ford plan for getting lost at sea. But what they didn't plan for was getting lost on their way back to Oregon. The older twins had been looking forward to the massive birthday party they knew their niece had been planning for them, eating delicous cake and opening over price gifts. Unfortunately, the earliest time Ford could estimate for their arrival was halfway through July. It was difficult to break the news to Mabel and the overly planning Dipper. Thankfully, modern technology allowed the Pines to celebrate the older twin's birthday together and plan another party when they arrived in Gravity falls.
That was that afternoon. Now it was past sunset, both brothers had retired for the night and were enjoying some quiet leisure time in the cabin of their ship. Stan sat in bed, flicking through different videos on his phone, looking for something to watch. It wasn't until Stanford had called him to their kitchenette that the old man was broken from his scrolling loop.
"Whatcha want Sixer?" Stan asked, scratching himself as he entered the kitchenettte.
"Well, knowing that today was meant to be our birthday party, I thought i might make a small celebration for us." Stanford said sheepishly.
"We already spent 3 hours on the phone with the kids. We celebrated enough." Stan waved his hand.
"Yes, but as you and I are very well aware, we haven' had the chance to celebrate our own birthday together for several years. With that in mind I spend some time on the phone with Dipper and Mabel in order to make this." Stanford lifted up a small birthday cake, covered in frosting with a cracked candle standing on top. "It would have been larger, however I had to restart a few times due to some…Mixed instructions."
"Wow Sixer, i-I don't know what to say." Stan said, a crooked smile spreading across his lips.
"Well try it before you say anything" Ford pushed his brother into a chair.
Picking up a fork, Stan took a quick bite of the cake. It was dry, Stanford was very out of practice with baking. Stan let the sweet taste of the cake spread over hsi tongue before he swallowed.
"Red velvet?" Stan asked.
"It was your favourite." Ford grinned.
"I haven't had one of these in years." Stan said in a small voice.
"I can imagine." Stanford said, reaching forward with his own fork to take a bite.
"You definitely need some practice." Stan teased.
"I'll make sure to schedule baking classes the next time I plan to disappear for 30 years." Ford rolled his eyes.
"Glad we agree on something." Stan chuckled.
"Truly the greatest birthday gift we could give one another." Ford smirked.
"Happy birthday Ford."
"Happy Birthday Stan."
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Happy birthday Stanley and Stanford Pines!
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brightdrawings · 10 months
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It had been a long day. How couldn't it have been? It was Stan and Ford's birthday, of course it was going to be a big day. Not, or depending on how you read party plans, VERY helpfully, Mabel had this very day plotted from her last trip to Gravity Falls. Freshly made sweaters, boat themed gifts and foods. Watching everything unfold was both impressive and terrifying, But you were impressed at how easily you were added to her plans, despite only being a recent addition to the Pines family yourself.
Despite that you felt the same love that the twins had as they enjoyed their birthday like they weren't old men. Ear-to-ear grins, upbeat dancing and mischievous pranks, much like a pair of teens of from Jersey would be up to. Of course you were the Master behind the camera, making sure to capture every moment. They had 30 years of birthdays to catch up on and you felt that Mabel was planning to make sure they caught up on all of them with every party.
"You never know when your party bone will break!" She had said with such an unflappable enthusiasm that you couldn't argue with her logic, or lack there of.
As you did multiple times that day, you found yourself behind the camera lens, taking a picture of the older twins. They looked absolutely beat, snoring loudly on the couch while the TV playing old home videos played behind you. they were showing you some old memories from when they were younger before sleep finally caught its hold on them. Leaning against one another you wore a small grin thinking about how much closer they'd grown since the portal incident. So many adventures had followed these two, excitement around every corner and trouble down every path; But for one quiet moment they looked truly restful. As though they had never bore the weight of the world on their shoulders. And you were grateful to be here to savor it. And tease them about it later.
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY STAN AND FORD!!
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brightdrawings · 10 months
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(still doing my best)
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brightdrawings · 1 year
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Okay reblog if you’re an artist who STRONGLY PREFERS reblogs with commentary
People are apparently under the impression that reblogging someone’s art and adding a comment is frowned upon and that can’t possibly be true, every artist I know of sees a reblog-comment as like the ultimate definitive reward for their hard work.
Obviously don’t feel bad for NOT adding a comment if you’re shy or just don’t know what to say, but if there’s something you would like to say about a drawing you’ve liked enough to reblog, I’m pretty sure most artists crave hearing it.
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brightdrawings · 1 year
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Ok i know this has probably been said before, but I kind of just realized something.
I watch reaction channels, and I’ve seen people react to lots of things I like. One of those things is gravity falls.
I’ve noticed a lot of people get really mad at Mabel for trusting Bill disguised as Blendin and giving him the science doodad (y’all know what it is; the rift in the universe or whatever). They’re like “wow the end of the universe is all Mabel’s fault” and “yeah she’s 12 but she should know better” and “Mabel is so selfish and” you get it.
but Mabel is a naturally trusting person. It’s why she didn’t immediately dislike Pacifica when she first met her. It’s why she’s never really been mean to Robbie. It’s why she falls in love with so many people so easily.
it’s why Ford was able to come back.
if Dipper was at the button, he definitely would have pushed it and prevented Ford from being able to return to their world. Dipper also probably would have been more wary of giving the rift in the universe to “Blendin.”
Plus, Dipper already has experienced being tricked by Bill. I guess when we first meet Bill, he fools Mabel (and Xyler and Craz, if we are actually counting them) into thinking he is Soos, but she was never tricked like Dipper. Which I’m not blaming Dipper for what happened in the sock opera episode, he was incredibly exhausted and no one makes good decisions when that sleep deprived. And maybe I’m remembering this wrong, but I don’t think Mabel even knows the rift in the universe is what it is. It’s just some science junk to her.
Ultimately her trusting nature can be helpful or harmful, which the show demonstrates very well, imo.
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brightdrawings · 1 year
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Overdue Call
happy fiddleford friday everyone. I hope you all are having an enjoyable day! I've been meaning to partake for a LONG while but haven't had the time to read through and clean this up.
this was inspired by this post by @tazmiilly and I've had that comic in my mind, marinating like a delicious roast. So i hope you all enjoy!
(also on ao3!)
Fiddleford felt numb. He walked blindly as he tried to ground himself, his mind racing so fast he couldn't keep up with any of the thoughts, if there even were any, that were bouncing around his head. Stanford's words echoed in his mind. Words of disappointment, betrayal, and failure would normally weigh him down but Fiddleford kept walking. Hoping that putting distance between himself and that accursed house in the middle of the woods would somehow silence the voice of his best friend.
He had been walking in total darkness, following the dirt road that led through the woods. When he finally caught sight of the bright street lights from town, Fiddleford flinched. For a few agonising moments while his eyes were shut, he had thought he was back in that damned basement, floating helplessly into the eye of chaos. The town at night was replaced by the sight of worlds being torn to shreds, of buildings falling to dust, the horrifying chorus of screams that grew silent as a wicked nasal laughter drowned it out.
When Fiddleford’s mind finally returned to him, the visions faded away to reveal the empty streets of the town. He was on his knees stammering quietly, fingernails digging into the dirt.  Blinking repeatedly, Fiddleford looked around. He tried to find anything to quell the horrifying thought that he wasn’t really back on solid earth. That at any moment he’d find his head still submerged in the blinding light of that accursed portal. That the sound of the light wind in his ear would change to mocking laughter. 
He waited a moment, then another. His nails continued to dig into the dirt repeatedly, literally grounding him as he gathered his barings. 
If this was real. It had to be, he wasn’t floating. If this was real he needed help. 
Stanford.
No, he couldn’t trust him, this whole catastrophe was his-no; their fault. Fiddleford looked around again.
He had spent so much time working with Stanford in the woods far from the town. They hardly had the chance to get to know any of the denizens of Gravity Falls. Stanford was so secretive of his work, of that thing beneath his house whispering into his ear, that he refused to divulge anything to anyone outside of Fiddleford. The rattled engineer searched his mind for anything, a name, a face, anyone he could turn to for help.
Not a single light in sight. Not a person in the street. The moon shone down, poking through the dark clouds in the sky, like an eye watching him from the heavens above. Fiddleford was paralyzed, staring back at the moon, his mind racing. Was this real? Had he even left the basement? He jumped to his feet. Running for the nearest alley way to avoid the terrifying gaze of the moon.
Fiddleford leaned against the cool brick wall. His fingers felt heavy, despite this he lightly traced the indents between the bricks with the tips of his nails. He waited for a moment to pass. For the hideous laughter to pick up again and for the tug on his ankle to bring him back to the basement and have him start this whole nightmare over again. But it never came. He waited for several more moments before he finally took a breath.
The cool night air felt sharp against his throat. Like a mug of coffee, forcing him into a more waking state. He took a step deeper into the alley and fell back on the ground. He looked up and Fiddleford realised that he had walked face first into a payphone. He stared at it for a moment before an idea dawned on him
Moonlight began to inch its way through the alleyway. Fiddleford jumped up and away, avoiding it like it would melt him on contact. Instead he hugged the wall and began to dig through his pockets.
“C’mon-C’mon Ma raised you to be prepared” he muttered desperately before finally finding a few quarters. 
He quickly stuck the coins into the machine and dialled a number he hadn’t rung in so long. This was his hail Mary, if she didn’t pick up he was doomed. His breath grew short as he heard the sound of the phone dialling through the receiver.
“Please answer…. Please please please,” he begged under his breath.
“Hello?” A southern woman’s voice came through the phone.
“Em-emma it's-it's me.” Fiddleford said, hardly able to get the words past his lips.
“Fiddleford? Where on EARTH have you been? You have a lot of nerve callin’! I havent’ heard from you in-” Emma’s voice erupted into Fiddleford’s ear.
“I know. I’m so sorry Emma, but I’ve made a huge mistake.” Fiddleford said, his voice laden with shame.
“Fiddleford what are you-” Emma asked, her tone softening significantly. 
“A great great mistake. I don’t think i’ll make it back. I don’t know if i’ll even be able to remember today…” Fiddleford fell back.
“Hey what’s going on?” 
He wiped the tears from his eyes. He pressed his back against the wall.
“Fiddleford…”
He couldn’t hold them back. He couldn’t hold himself up anymore.
“Tell me what’s going…”
He fell to his knees, the tears flowing freely down his cheeks.
“Fiddleford…”
What was he supposed to say? His wife’s voice was growing more concerned on the phone receiver and that only made the tangle of knots in his stomach grow tighter. Fiddleford’s chest felt heavy as he tried to find the words. It had been so long since he heard Emma-May’s voice, but to speak to her now, in such dire times felt cruel.
“Fiddleford what’s wrong?” Emma-May repeated. There was a sound of crying in the background. The sound of Emma’s distressed tone had clearly upset Tate.
‘Oh Lord Tate-‘ The thought hit Fiddleford like a sack of bricks.
His family in Tennessee, his wife, his two year old son; he had gotten this job to help them. To make their lives easier, but all he’d accomplished was dooming them all.
His hands began to shake once more. The receiver had fallen from his hand, feeling like lead. Too heavy to carry. How could he have failed this greatly? The end of the world was coming and he built a direct door for it. How could he face his parents? His wife? His son?
He couldn’t. Fiddleford curled in on himself, quietly sobbing. His vision grew blurry as he clutched his head.
“I’m so sorry.” He whimpered.
“Fiddleford please,” Emma-May begged. 
Fiddleford’s sobs began to grow more ragged and uneven. It wasn’t long before he started hyperventilating. The sound of his shallow breaths filled the air, soon broken by the soft voice of his wife.
“It’s going to be okay. You’ll be alright.”
 But he wasn’t.
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brightdrawings · 1 year
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No one asked for this one, but…
If you made lore for a character you’ve had since you were 16, and you’re in your 20s now and have a better grasp of narrative structure and power creep, you can just retcon the dumb stuff. Like you can do that for free. You’re not beholden to the junk you wrote 5 years ago, and you don’t need to justify removing it if it sucks.
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You watched him from across the field. His arms bulged in the afternoon sun. Sweat dripping down his brow from his hard days work. You weren't slouching either. A hard working farm hand worth their salt couldn't waste time. You knew he wouldn't let you waste time either, but he gave you a roof over your head and food in your belly. You were grateful for the job, it was hard work, but it was well worth it. Especially when you got to see Stan at work. Part of you felt that he was doing it on purpose. Pulling up his sleeves to show off his arms, or bending over when you walked passed to pick up hay and showing off how tightly his jeans hugged his buttocks. You wanted to believe he felt the same way, that he would want to take your relationship beyond just workmates and friends.
"What you looking at lazy bones." Stan said. He snapped you from your thoughts with a strong arm being wrapped around your shoulder. "We got tonne more hay to move."
"Y-yes sir!" You squeaked. chest feeling tight, you could hardly breath as you realized that your dearest dream of him holding you in his strong arms.
"But hey, you're doing a good job. Keep that up and I might treat you to lunch." He punched your shoulder and gave you a wink.
"I-I..." You tried to catch your breath.
"What's the matter, cat got your tongue?" Stan teased.
"I'll hold you to that lunch." You blurted out.
"oh? wanna challenge your boss? You got some balls." Stan stood over you and gave a smug smile. "You sure you wanna keep up that kinda talk? Don't wanna get fired do ya."
"You know i'm the only person you could find." You took a quick breath. Despite Stan speaking with his usual banter, his closeness fried your brain. You couldn't take your eyes off of him,
Stan stared you down. Trying to scare you into backing down. After a few moments he sighed.
"Fine, fine." he rolled his eyes. "I guess you've been working hard. We can grab some burgers from town later. Just don't get lazy."
Stan stepped back and headed back to the bale making machine. You finally took a deep breath, hardly able to think. Was that a date? did he accept a date? did you ask him a date? You didn't have time to consider these thoughts, he was throwing bales at you and you needed to help store them or else your bravery was a waste.
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Trying to get meself back into the swing of things with this farm boy~
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