WOW SO
I did not expect that drawing of Stanley to get notes. Thank you all so much for that, I keep rolling around in the likes and reblogs like a husky in fresh fallen snow.
Since I wrote a one-shot with Reader kissing Ford, I thought about it, and Stan needs a hug.
Why don't we give him one? ^_^
Stanley PinesXReader
Rated T for depictions of tobacco and adult conversations.
"Just A Hug"
It had been such a long day at work. You couldn’t wait to lock up and leave, though you dreaded walking in the snow. The bitter cold was waiting for you with wide arms, and as you clocked out and zipped up your coat, you regretted taking this shift.
Fuck it, I need the money….
To your surprise, when you stepped out, you noticed someone out in the parking lot. A lone car, with someone leaning against it, smoking. You squinted, recognizing the silhouette. It was that weird science guy from the woods. Stan something. He’d just come in for a pack of cigarettes, a loaf of bread and a carton of eggs an hour before the store closed. But that was over an hour ago…
What was he still doing here?
You weren’t normally nosy, but it was late, and you had some… neighborly concerns. You didn't know him well, he'd always been a bit of a hermit. He had been coming into town more often this past month, so you'd seen him a lot more. You liked him alright, he seemed harmless.
You shivered in your jacket.
Why was he sitting out here in the freezing cold?
Screw it.
“Hey there, buddy, y’doing alright?”
He seemed slightly startled by your voice as you began to walk over and he waved at you sheepishly.
“Fine, fine, just, uh, enjoyin’ the uh, night life.” His gravelly voice called back to you.
“Yeah, real wild hangout this is. You should see it in the summer, we get all sorts around here.” You chuckled. “Can I bum one off ya?”
He looked at you with surprise before reaching back into his pocket.
“Didn’t take ya for a smoker, toots.”
“On occasion. Much appreciated.” You replied, reaching into your own pocket for a lighter.
You lit up before taking a deep drag, ignoring the cold and focusing on the calming rush of nicotine. As you blew out a thin wisp of smoke into the air, you looked at him from the corner of your eye.
“So, you wanna tell me why you’re hanging out so late at night?”
He gave a hoarse chuckle.
“Didn’t think anyone would care. It's not illegal, right?”
“No. Not illegal… but weird.” You replied. The pale smoke drifted into the air, and you leaned against his car with him.
“C’mon, buddy. You can talk to me.”
He looked at you with narrowed eyes.
“Sweetheart, I don’t even know your name. M'not gonna bare my soul to a stranger, even if you are cute.”
“I wear a name tag, y’know. You probably would’ve seen it if you weren’t so busy looking at my tits all the time.” you replied boldly.
He snorted sheepishly at that. “Sorry. I uh, thought I was being discreet about it.”
“You’re not exactly the type of person I would label 'discreet'.” You chuckled. “You’re also not the first guy to ogle…. It’s (y/n), by the way. You’re Stan, right?”
“Yeah…Stanford Pines.”
You hummed thoughtfully.
“There, we’re acquainted now, for better or worse.”
He chuckled.
“You’re awfully pushy, Miss (y/n). I don't know if I like that.”
“Hey now, I'm not pushy, just worried… no one just hangs out in an empty parking lot during awful weather, not even in this backwoods town.”
He grunted.
“I don’t really want to talk about it, no offense, toots.”
You nodded.
“That’s fair… can you at least promise that you’re not up to mischief here, Mr. Mysterious guy?”
He looked down at you, and you saw the barest hint of a smirk appear on his rugged face.
“Not the kind of mischief that you need to worry about, honey.”
You squinted, trying to read his emotions. It was impossible, though you could clearly see lines of care and some deep worry behind his tired, dark eyes. In that moment, with the cold night pressing in and his presence the only warmth around for miles, you felt your heart clench into a single desire. He didn't want to talk to you, that was fine… but you weren't going to leave him like this.
“Ok, Stan. I won’t bug you anymore… can I ask for a favor though?”
“Depends on the favor, but shoot."
“Can I hug you?”
He actually choked, coughing out smoke and turning from you as he tried to regain control.
You winced in sympathy, but as he turned back to you, his already reddened cheeks were even redder.
“You're serious? A hug?” He repeated incredulously, his voice raw from the coughing.
You nodded, adding sternly, “Don’t get any bright ideas, wise guy. It’s only a hug.”
“Oh, no, I didn’t- that wasn’t…. Sure. Yeah. I could hug you.”
It was obvious you had caught him off guard, but as you put out your cigarette and opened your arms, you didn't expect how strong he was. He pulled you in against his body effortlessly. The heat from his body stole your breath and suddenly, you didn't feel so cold.
His bulky frame shielded you from the winter air, his arms enveloping you perfectly. Your heart skipped as you felt him sigh.
You squeezed him tightly, resting your head against his shoulder. He smelled like cigarettes, cheap cologne and some strange, musky smell, like burnt metal. It was a strangely comforting scent, and you thought you felt him turn his head towards you.
"You're so small…" he murmured softly, his breath puffing against your hair.
"Naw, you're just big." You shot back, but didn't lean away or let go. In truth, you didn't want this moment to end...
Inevitably, he let go after a moment, awkwardly patting your back, his cheeks still rosy, though it could have been from the cold. You gave him a smile.
"Hey, if nothing else works out for you, you can at least know that you're a good hugger, Stan Pines."
"... Thanks." He replied quietly. You suspected he wasn't just thanking you for the compliment.
It was getting close to midnight, and you decided you had been nosy long enough. You patted his shoulder, giving him a soft grin.
"I suppose I'll leave you to it. See ya around, Stanford."
He piped up, looking somewhat embarrassed.
"Wait, (y/n)… look, do you, uh, need a ride?"
You considered it.
"Hmm. You're not gonna kidnap me, right?"
"No! No... Not tonight, no." He chuckled.
You giggled.
"Not tonight huh? Too bad. But, well, sure, I could go for a ride. Thank you."
He grinned back, a spark of sincerity lighting up his dark eyes.
"Don't mention it. Let's get out of this crummy weather."
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