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by euphemia.stokefield

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Rainy Day Woman PT 2

Pt 1 - Pt 3 - Pt 4

Young!Stan Pines x GN! Reader 

SFW! 

WC: 1,246

During your short tour of the ‘behind the scenes’ as Stan called it, he explained more of what your job would be. 

“The Mystery Shack is open five days a week, 9-5, and i’m expectin’ ya to be here for all of those days. And hey if you gonna live here too might as well fix up the house a bit” He laughed with his classic con-man smile.

His tone was light when it came to him joking about you doing housework. But as you saw more you could tell that the man’s home was as cluttered as his mind, and you knew overtime that the mess would genuinely bother you.

“But now for the real grand attraction of the mystery shack, your new room!” 

Stan led you to a small and dusty room, which was surprisingly bare. It was nice to see a mostly empty room however, it made you feel like you weren’t invading a space he needed. 

“Well i’ll leave you to get settled since it’s getting late. Don’t forget, your new life as the Cashier of Mystery starts tomorrow” He laughed as he left you in your newly acquired room. 

As you dragged your stuff out of your car you realized how few belongings you actually had. Given that all the space you had was a trunk and a backseat, it got stuffy fast. It made you a bit sad to see everything you owned not even fill a small room. 

Shortly after unpacking and getting settled, you decided to go to bed to attempt to not think of how surreal your life was feeling at the moment. However, the first night in the mystery shack was not helping bring you back to reality. You kept hearing noise in the night, noise that sounded to be much more than the typical house settling noises. The noises made your brain overthink more than it typically did, specifically about the ‘Man of Mystery’ Stan Pines. Your brain wondered who he really was. The townsfolk already knew he was a conman, was Stan Pines really his name? What if he renamed the Mystery shack because he was on the run from murdering someone? And why did you agree to move in with a man you had never met before? Or even a better question: why was he the one to suggest the offer? You hoped he didn’t have anything bad planned for you. Maybe he was kinder than his persona let on? You wouldn’t deny that he definitely had a lot of charm in the way he talked and held himself, but that could have been a part of his act. You tossed and turned but not for long, the warmth and comfort of finally sleeping in a bed lulling you to sleep.

The next morning you woke up to your alarm in a daze, it took you a few seconds to remember where you were and oh god you live with a man you hardly know and you also work for him. Now that you regrettably remembered what you got yourself into, you got up and decided you would need a shower before your first day of work. It had been a little longer than you were willing to admit since you showered. You grabbed your small bag of toiletries and nervously went to find the bathroom. The bathroom was surprisingly nice, not as small as you thought it would be. As you got out of the shower and dried off, you realized you left your clean clothes in your room. You could just get back into your dirty clothes but your bedroom was less than ten steps away so you figured it was worth the risk to just wear a towel back to your room. 

Just as you were about to open the door your horrible luck almost hit you right in the face. Your horrible luck being the Man of Mystery himself, in boxers and a white t-shirt, with quite the startled look on his face. 

For a split second Stan eyed you up and down, just as fast he squeaked out a “Shit-Sorry” as his whole face started to blush, he turned around and hurried back to his room.

*Stan POV* 

God Stanly you really are the definition of the wrong place at the wrong time. Gonna be an awkward day now, what are you supposed to do? Should you pretend that never happened? No, you literally looked them up and down! god why can’t you ever think before you act. I mean it wasn’t a bad view-NO you are not dragging them down with you, you have ruined every person's life who had the misfortune of becoming close to you. They seem down on their luck enough. This is what you get for pitying someone who is in the situation you were just in. You think you can help them? Yeah right. God they probably think you're a creep, they are probably packing up their stuff now. Best they do anyway you're only gonna make their life worse if they stay. Always the fuck up. Always the worse twin.

*Reader POV*

You thought that the 'Man of Mystery' persona wasn't too far off from the real Stan, but you realized after your impromptu interaction with him that you were mistaken. You thought he would have said some lame pick up line or even whistled at you. But it was cute how instead his face got red and his voice got so small. His confident persona made him seem older and so sure of himself, but the Stan you just saw? That version of him seemed like the real Stan. You won't forget the way his eyes wandered for a second, but you probably would have done the same. Hell he probably forgot you moved in. You found yourself smiling at the situation instead of being embarrassed, but you knew you would be the one blushing when you had to face him. While technically he didn’t see anything, it was more the idea of having just a towel on that was far too intimate. You didn’t want to think about how if he had opened the door any sooner he would have seen a lot more of you. You would have had to skip town out of sheer embarrassment if that had happened.

Then again seeing the Man of Mystery character disappear so fast intrigued you. Seeing a glimpse of the real Stan made you less worried about who you were living with. You really couldn't help but smile when thinking about his red face and how quick he was to run away. You hoped he didn’t feel too bad, you were the one who left the door unlocked after all. He was probably embarrassed given he wasn't wearing much either, but from what you saw he looked good. It was also the first time you saw his hair without his fez on. You couldn't recall the last rime you saw a mullet look that good on someone. You found yourself thinking that you got a better view than he did.  

You shook your head and snapped out of those thoughts because You. Don’t. Know. This. Man. You don’t need to be making risky choices now, especially if you want to stay living here, and keep your job. God, your job. It was gonna be a long day, you didn’t even know how you were going to act normal around Stan. 

You figured it would be best to be the first one to talk when you did see him. Yes. You could apologise for not locking the door! If you could shift the blame to you he would hopefully feel less awkward about the situation.

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Author's notes:

hmm what could all those noises in the night be?? (it's him working on the portal. I am not clever.) Wonder who's empty room too??? (it’s prob not canon but i’m gonna say it was Mcgucket's room before he left Ford)

These details don’t really matter but it was what my mind imagined when I wrote it so I figured I would add that context.

Rainy Day Woman PT 3

Pt 1 - Pt 2 - Pt 4

Young!Stan Pines x GN! Reader 

SFW!

WC: 2,423

As you walked down the stairs and into the mystery shack you were relieved to find Stan already there. You needed to get out what you planned to say before your courage was lost. He looked up as he heard you walk in but quickly looked right back down, trying to pretend he hadn't noticed you. 

The second you saw him. your courage started to slip. A part of you wanted to turn around and go right back to your room, but you couldn’t avoid him forever. His body language showed how uncomfortable he was, and you didn’t want him to think you were mad at him. You let out a sigh, and put aside you anxiety

“Hey Stan, sorry I didn’t lock the bathroom door earlier, I wasn't really thinking about the fact that I live with someone else now.” You laughed and smiled, but you knew your posture was giving away your anxious feelings as you wrung your hands together.  

As you talked he looked at you with shock, eyebrows raised and mouth almost hanging open. His look of shock made you wonder how his mind played out in this situation. Did he think you were going to come down here and yell at him for opening the door to his own bathroom? 

“It's ok, it's uh, I wasn't thinking either. Slipped my mind that I had a new guest this morning.” He mumbled, looking up at you only for a split second as he spoke. “But um, as far as the Mystery Shack goes, I was gonna let ya have some shirts from the gift shop to wear when you worked but I didn’t know what size ya were, if ya wanna just pick out a couple” He looked up at you finally after he was done talking, a hopeful but worried look in his eyes.

“Hey come on, you saw me half naked this morning. I think you could figure out my shirt size. Are you trying to get another look?” You were trying to lighten the mood but you think your joke went too far. Stan’s face got red as he started to stutter

“N-No I uh- I just didn’t wanna pick the wrong-um” he trailed off, a distant look in his eyes that refused to meet yours.

Well flirting made that worse. Won't do that again. Got it. The ‘Man of Mystery’ you first met when you walked in couldn’t be farther from the Stan you were getting to know now. This Stan was somehow soft spoken despite his raspy voice, and surprisingly easy to fluster. 

*Stans POV*

They’re sorry? They should be running out the door screaming about how much of a creep you are. Should have just come down here with their stuff packed and left. Guess they felt sorry for your dumbass when you ran like a coward. Always a coward. Always the worse twin. They can’t really like you can they? No, they just feel bad for you. Just wait till They know how horrible you are. You ruined your brother's life. Twice. They won't be pitty flirting with you much longer. God, you can’t even form a sentence in front of them. No wonder they’re being so nice you're acting like a flustered girl. Get it together Stan. This poor person is probably just apologising cause they’re afraid of the stranger they live with now. They should be I guess. I bring everyone down with me eventually. Maybe they can sense that. 

Stan was snapped out of his thoughts by the door ringing as a handful of people with a touristy look of wonder in their eyes walked in.

Alright, showtime. Stan thought to himself. 

Stan can step into character no problem. In fact stepping into the mystery man persona makes him almost forget how his life has started to fall apart, about how he lost everything. Almost. 

*Reader POV*

After an awkward silence from your attempt to lighten the mood, the door rang and customers flooded in. Almost instantly the man you met when you first walked through that door was back. Standing tall with a cheesy smile and eyes shining. 

“Welcome everyone to the Mystery Shack! Tours are $20 a person! Now who's ready to see the wonders of Gravity Falls! We’ve got the world's most distracting object, the invisible man and more!” 

$20? You smiled, wondering why he said tours were $15 for you when you walked in. Maybe you gave a better impression than you thought. As much as you liked this man of mystery you still preferred the real Stan, and were excited to get to know that version of him better. Maybe he wouldn’t be so quiet once he got to know you more. 

As Stan led tours of people throughout the day. You began to turn into a conman in your own way, overselling the items in the gift shop. You tried to convince everyone who walked in there that they needed enough souvenirs for their whole family. Everyone needs a Mystery Shack bumper sticker!! You knew from your small interactions that Stan greatly valued money, maybe more than anything else, and you wanted to impress him. To show him that you were worth hiring. Maybe if you did a good enough job he would pay you decently. He had already been kind to you, even though the two of you had hardly spoken

*Stan POV*

As the end of the day approached, the mystery shack slowed down, and the events of the morning had finally stopped repeating in Stan’s head. However, he still wasn’t sure he could just have a normal conversation with you after this morning. Maybe he could ask about your past? What led you to Gravity Falls of all places? No, if you asked him about his past and why he was here he would have to start an elaborate lie. As easy as lying came to him, he knew lying to someone close only lasted so long before everything fell apart. 

It was always easier for Stan to talk to people when he wasn’t trying to make friends. If he was only going to know someone for a short time, he could be whoever he wanted. When it came to being himself he was so guarded he didn’t know how to be himself. How was he supposed to form a genuine connection with someone without mentioning his twin, who was his only childhood friend, or the portal that kept him up every night. He was never the smart twin, he couldn’t easily hide so much of himself, so he preferred to not be himself.

As Stan came back into the present world and out of his own head, he realized the gift shop had become empty. He was standing next to the door a few feet from you, not saying anything. He hoped he wasn’t staring at you. God how long had he been doing that? As he jumped back to reality and looked around the gift shop, he saw that you were counting the cash drawer.

Now money, money was definitely something he could talk about. 

*Reader POV*

Stan slowly walked into the empty gift shop, you looked up to ask how his day was going but he looked like he was lost in his own world. You figured you would just busy yourself counting the register until he came back to reality. Didn’t wanna scare him off twice in one day. 

He wasn’t in his daze for long, shortly after you started counting the cash he looked up and started walking over to you. 

“Woah what have you been doing all day? You start pickpocketing my customers?” Stan said as he walked up to see the amount of cash he had made that day.

“Just learning from the best” You winked at him and smiled “It’s honestly pretty easy to sell to the type of people who walk in here, they aren't the brightest”

“Hey, are you insulting my hand crafted attractions? It takes a long time to make those.” He pretended to be upset with you, frowning and crossing his arms,

“Hey don’t skip out on me calling you the best.” You smiled wide, glad Stan was finally acting normal with you.

“Alright ya got a point, I am the best con-man in Gravity Falls, more than that really, I would argue I'm the best con-man in the Country! My cons got me banned in over 30 states ya know.” He smiled, sounding proud of the fact.

“OVER THIRTY, Stan I hate to say it but I don’t think that makes you a great con-man. Con-men are supposed to be caught.” You laughed but you were secretly a little worried. You were pretty sure he was joking, but what did this man do before he ran this shack?

“Sweetheart, do I look like I've been caught.” He smiled and held up his hands “I don’t see handcuffs, think that's a sign I’m doing a pretty good job”

“I think you do better with a partner, look how much we made today. Now I don’t know what ya make on a normal day but based on what ya said earlier I think you're not the only one to thank here.” You showed him how much you had made today, writing down how many of each bill was in the drawer, and circling the total after you had finished adding it all up.

His eyes widened “Damn, alright I guess I do gotta pay ya. Didn’t think havin’ ya around would help me this much.”

He handed you $40 dollars, which was more than you expected. Honestly you didn’t expect him to pay you on the first day, you thought you would have to work a lot harder to prove that you were worth keeping employed here. You weren’t gonna tell him that however. You looked up at Stan with a beaming smile, “Pleasure doing business with ya Mr. Mystery”

“Hah, yeah, you too Y/N”

You and Stan closed up the shop together, restocking the shelves, turning off the lights, locking the door, and switching the sign to closed. 

As you cleaned the gift shop you thought about dinner, you didn’t feel comfortable raiding Stan's kitchen, but you also had limited money. You couldn’t go out to eat every night, but tonight you decided you would spare yourself the awkwardness of using someone else's kitchen. You kept looking at Stan in the corner of your eye as you both closed out the shop. You just had your first real conversation with him, but you just wanted to know more. If he really had traveled through so many states you're sure the man had some good stories. You also liked the way his eyes lit up when you started joking with him about him being banned in over 30 states. For your own sanity you are going to assume that was his way of trying to impress you and not the truth. 

*Stan POV*

As Stan helped you clean the Gift Shop, he found that his mind had for once, taken a break from insulting him. He smiled when he thought about how you brushed off his hint at his past. You probably thought he was joking, but he wondered if you had a colorful past like him. He finally did get to talk to you, but he only talked about himself. He was hoping to hear more about you too. Would be nice to know something about the person he is letting live with him. He wondered what you were planning to do after work. Maybe he could get to know you more over dinner? He wasn’t sure how to get to know you more without sounding like he wanted to go on a date with you, but he wasn’t too worried about it. He was just enjoying thinking about things that weren’t his own fuck ups for once. Maybe he wouldn’t ‘drag you down’ with him. Maybe he could let himself be pulled up.

*Reader POV*

You and Stan both wrapped up your cleaning and headed into the ‘home’ side of the shack. As you both were off to your own rooms you looked back at Stan, and found him already looking at you.

“Hey, i’m probably gonna go out for food soon, ya can join me if ya want, don’t know what your plans are.”  You asked, trying you best to frame it as a suggestion that he could back out of if he wanted.

Stan just smiled “Yeah i’ll go with ya, kitchens empty anyways”

“Alright, let me know if you have any recommendations, I'm sure there are some hidden gems in this town. Give me a second to get out of my work clothes and I'll be ready to head out.” You smiled. You hoped you didn’t look too excited.

*Stan POV*

Stan couldn’t remember the last time he was the one who got asked out, he knew you didn’t mean it as a date, but yet he couldn’t stop smiling as he got ready. He wanted to say he decided to dress casual, but in truth he really only had a few pairs of clothes, and of those few pairs not many were clean or in a place he could find. 

*Reader POV*

You knew you were a little too excited to be going out to eat with Stan, but you weren't going to dwell on that right now. You deserved to feel excited to make a new friend. Were you thinking about him a little differently than you would a friend? Yes. But you were still a bit in the denial phase. You could think those thoughts all you wanted, it was when you acted on them that you would start thinking about the risks.

As you opened your door to find him, you saw his door slightly open. You figured he just left it open and he was down somewhere but then you got a glimpse of him though the crack in the door. 

You didn’t see much, just a small glimpse of him walking across his room shirtless. but you immediately turned to wait in your room with the door open. You definitely weren’t sitting there wishing you got a better look at him. And you especially not thinking about how his arms would feel wrapped around you, about how pretty his eyes would look up close.

Ugh, maybe you should start to think about the risks of these thoughts. 

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Author's Notes: The writing block is slowly hitting me because I’m not sure how to get into the depths of Stan and how he would confide in the reader. Like this man would open up instantly, but I also wanna keep the story moving.

Also I’m kinda writing about the 2012 version of the mystery shack despite writing about young stan…we're gonna ignore those errors.

Just realized the fic I'm writing is gender neutral but the title is rainy day woman...🤦‍♀️ woops

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