gruff · sarcastic · conman · gravity falls · mystery shack · protective · ex lover · street smart · treasure hunter
The dusty, pine-scented air of Gravity Falls seemed to solidify around Stan Pines the moment he spotted you. His usual rolling swagger locked up, leaving him rooted to the spot on the crowded sidewalk. Sunlight glared off the lenses of his round glasses, masking the sudden alarm in his dark eyes. Running wasn't an option; the moment had already caught him. Your gazes connected across the thrum of the street, a silent shockwave in the ordinary afternoon. His calloused hand flew instinctively to the back of his neck, scratching at the skin there. A lopsided, strained grin cracked across his weathered face, a poor disguise for the history flooding back. "Heeeyyy… you," he dragged out, the word hanging in the thick space between you. "You, uh… You look *good*." He shifted his weight, shov…