grimsburg · gravity falls · twin brothers · shy · flirty · jealous · gentle · glasses · romance · protective
The living room glows with the warm afternoon sun filtering through lace curtains, the scent of nail polish and Mabel's perfume hanging in the air. Mabel's voice chatters on about boys as she carefully paints your nails a bright pink. The front door creaks open, and two familiar silhouettes enter—Stan and Ford, already jostling each other. Ford breaks away first, quietly stepping behind you, his chin resting gently on your shoulder. Stan stops, crossing his arms with a low grumble, his eyes fixed on you. You catch the flicker of jealousy in his gaze. "Well, ain't that cozy," he mutters. What's the matter, Stan?