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uno-san · 7 years

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Could you please do prompt number 99 where the reader knows about Stan's days breaking the law and all that but doesn't care because they love him? Thank you

Thanks for the request! If you wanna have your heart broken, read these prompts done by stansmut

Is this fic an alternate universe of stansmut fic? Another lover in the future? Who knows! It’s whatever you think, but thank you stansmut and somethingscarlet13 for the inspiration behind this.

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Life could never be perfect. Growing up, you always imagined that a good life would include a house in a suburban neighborhood, with a white picket fence. A husband that worked to provide, while you stayed at home to take care of your children.

Yet growing up came with harsh realities, and the chance of that life was now slim. Your life wasn’t perfect, you knew that. You lived in a shoddy apartment and your job wasn’t to brag about. But you had someone to share this with.

Hal Forrester.

He was a man of many questionable skills. Hal was bad with social cues, and every other word coming out of his mouth was assured to be a lie. He had his faults, sure, but he was yours. Hal made you laugh, and he would hold you in his arms on the nights you felt like the world itself was against you.

Your life wasn’t perfect, but as long as you had someone to love you, it couldn’t possibly be that bad.

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It was in the middle of the night when you began to stir. You gave a displeased mutter as your dreams began to fade away to the noises inside your room. There were shuffling sounds and muffled curses beneath one’s breath. Drawers opened and closed as rapid footsteps traveled across the room.

You peeked open an eye to see the darkness of the room, with only speckles of light making its way past the blinds of your window. Your eyelids were heavy but the noises warranted investigation. “Hal…?” You craned your neck to look behind you, only to realize that his side of the bed was vacant. You were ready to call out before you noticed the shadowy figure at the foot of the bed.

Hal was pacing around the room with a duffle bag slung over his shoulder. He was going through the closet and shoving in random articles of clothing, all while mumbling to himself. His carefree expression was replaced with distress and impatience.

You were fully awake now, and worry was beginning to dawn on you.

“…Hal?”

At the call of his name, he froze in place. His entire stature was tense, and you could see him draw in a deep breath.

“Babe,” Hal smiled and turned to you. He was doing his best to look relaxed, “Did I wake you?”

Instead of answering you shot back a question of your own, “What are you doing?”

“Cleaning.” Definitely not one of his smoothest lies, and you could see from here that Hal was trying to tuck the bag behind his arm and out of your sight.

That was when it dawned on you. “You’re leaving.”

In that instant, you could see a range of emotion go through Hal. Regret, sorrow, and love were the most prominent. Even as he began to move towards the bed you could see the internal struggle in his eyes.

Hal dropped his bag to the floor as he plopped down at your feet, but he hadn’t addressed you yet. He looked small with his arms resting on top of his knees, and his hands tightly holding onto each other. His mouth would open, but no words would come out.

“What-”

“I’m not the wisest guy around. You know that.” Hal finally spoke. His words were slow as if he was ready to build up to something. “I’m a jackass, and I don’t know when to keep my mouth shut. I don’t think things through. I act instead, and…well, it shouldn’t surprise you that those things hadn’t lead to anything good.”

He was still refusing to look at you. You sat up on the bed and leaned closer to your boyfriend, and placed a hand on his shoulder. “I know…Stanley.”

The second the syllables of his name left your lips, his eyes widened to the size of saucers. If anything this only stressed him out more. Questions were swirling in his eyes and his mouth was hanging open in shock. Stanley looked the same as you when you found out the truth.

“You were at work, and I had gotten off early,” It was time, to tell the truth, which you settled back down into the bed, “When I got home, there were men looking around the building. They were going door to door, asking about a Stanley Pines.” Your eyes seemed to be staring off into the distance as you recalled how you felt that day, “They had a poster on them, and when I saw it…I saw you.”

Stan was hanging off the edge of his seat. No doubt bounty hunters were looking to collect a prize, “And…what did you say?”

You gave him a weak smile, “I told them it was just me and my boyfriend Hal here. We haven’t seen anybody like that.”

Stanley practically collapsed on himself in relief. He buried his face in his hands to wipe the sweat from his brow. “Dammit…now I have to deal with bounty hunters?”

Although you had thrown them off the trail, Stan was still concerned about them. Whenever you had a bad day he would try to cheer you up with his silly antics. “I’m really sorry, Stan, but…the bounty hunter wasn’t Dog-”

“Don’t joke around, dammit!”

His raised voice made you jump in place. Stan’s voice was angry but you realized it wasn’t at you after he gave an apologetic glance. You thought that telling him the truth would make him relax and stop his panic, yet he was tense as ever.

“Stanley, why are you packing up? I made those men leave, didn’t I?” Your voice was pleading for answers, and your eyes were wide with worry over the man you loved. He couldn’t avoid you forever.

“You did. But there are more then just bounty hunters after me,” Stanley sighed heavily, “Men from an old job are looking for me, too. I ripped them off after we got the cash, and they’re not going to stop until they get it back or they make me pay for it.”

You’ve never seen him so worn down before. You could recall the nights that he worked over time to earn just an extra bit of cash. He never had to, but his reasons were always the same. ‘I gotta treat my lady, don’t I?’

He was a man tired from his journey, who was constantly on the run. Stan was wanted, with scum around every corner after him. When you two had first met he said that this wasn’t going to be a long time relationship. He had places to go and opportunities to take advantage of. Yet he stayed here. For you.

Stanley was always thinking of you, but now it was time for you to think of him.

“Well, hurry up,” You huffed while whipping the blanket off of your body, and swinging your legs over the edge of the bed.

He flinched at your firm tone as if he expected a softer voice, “Babe-”

“Pack as much as you can, Stan. When are we leaving?” Your words were fast paced, leaving Stanley barely any time to register what you had said. You were on your feet within seconds, and they carried you towards your closet so you could begin packing your own things.

“Woah, hold on a moment!” He tried to stop you, but you were on a mission. After his words failed to reach you Stan had gotten up from the bed to place his hands over your shoulder, and whirl you around, “You can’t come with me. I’m going alone.”

Stanley’s tone was somber as he spoke to you, and as the shock was coming across your face Stan’s hand gave a slight squeeze to your shoulders. Any second now, Stan could see his life fall apart once again. After lying to you about who he was, and what he’s done, you’ll kick him out. He’s seen this before. Your lips were parting to speak, and already Stan could hear the shouts and screams for him to leave- Suddenly your lips were over his, tender and sweet as you stopped Stan from spouting any more nonsense.

When you pulled back Stanley was shocked. He stared at you dumbly while expecting answers,

“I love you, Stanley. I fell for you, not the name that you had. It doesn’t matter if you’re Hal, Stan, or whatever fake name you have. You’re the one I want.”

And just like that all of his tension had melted away. The stress that made his face twist up was gone, and instead, he was like a puddle in your arms. His cheeks were pink as he found himself staring into your eyes,

“Are you really saying that after what you’ve heard?”

“I don’t care what they said, it doesn’t mean shit!”

Stanley began to chuckle at the ferociousness of your answer. His chest rumbled against yours before he buried his face in your neck. You could tell the moment you felt his skin that he was hiding his blush. Slowly, Stan’s hands slid from your shoulders and downwards, in favor of wrapping around your waist.

“But baby…” He mumbled, muffled by your neck, “I don’t think I’m any good for you. I can’t do anything right when you deserve better than me.”

Stanley’s arms started to tighten around you as if you would pull away once you realized this truth yourself. You wrap an arm around his shoulder to rub his back in soothing circles, while your other hand was strumming through his hair. You pressed yourself to him, where you could almost swear that you could feel the pitter patter of his heart.

“You were right, Stan. About what you said earlier.”

“Hm?”

You laugh quietly, “You are a jackass. Why not leave the thinking to me if you’re going to say things like that?”

Stan smiled against your skin, and your light poke at him made him laugh too. He started to nuzzle your neck before saying anything else, “Alright, babe…I think I’d like that.”

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