a/n: i’ve thought about this so much and it genuinely has invaded my brain!!!!! basically a fic of reader freebleeding in stan’s underwear and clothes!!!! also period comfort OBVIOUSLY!!! also sorry for straight up disappearing for MONTHS i got so unmotivated to write

“hey, you okay?” stan asked as soon as he saw you on his couch, stepping quickly down the stairs. he had been at the bowling alley, working another closing shift.

it was relatively late, around midnight, according to the old clock hanging up on stan’s wall. you’d been there since school ended and he left, since you didn’t want to go home, and he didn’t mind you staying in his room.

“yeah, i’m fine.” you said sleepily, head pressed against one of the pillows on the pull-out couch. you were underneath a blanket, too, almost on the verge of falling asleep.

“your cramps any better?” he asked, slipping off his shoes and unbuttoning his work shirt. he stepped over to the small bathroom area, clearly getting ready to take a shower.

“yeah, they’re better.” you replied, pulling up the blanket and glancing down at your thighs. you’d bled through stan’s boxers a tiny bit, slightly staining the towel you’d been laying on. “somehow, not wearing pads or anything helps.”

“i’m glad.” stan replied, a genuine, goofy smile growing on his face. he’d always worried so much about your cramps, especially on days when he had to work and couldn’t be with you.

you looked over at the tv, watching the movie you’d had on repeat basically since he left, while he turned on the shower and stepped in.

around 10 minutes later, you heard the shower stop and the curtain open. stan stepped out, grabbing his towel and gently drying himself off. he walked over to the couch, pulling up the blanket and climbing under it himself. you felt his warm, still slightly damp, body curl up to yours through your shirt and underwear. a warm, spindly hand ran down your torso, gently falling on your lower stomach and rubbing. you let out a soft noise of contentment, backing up to get closer to his warmth.

“hold on, lemme get up. i got you some stuff.” stan said, shimmying away from you and standing up. he walked over to the landing on the stairs, where he’d left a small bag.

he walked back over to the couch and set it down next to you, rummaging through it. “i got you a new heating pad, some candy, and also some fruit, because i heard it was supposed to help with cramps.”

“oh, thank you.” you replied, a smile on your face as you watched your boyfriend pull out a small bag of reese’s cups, along with a container of mixed berries. you took the chocolate, almost immediately opening the plastic bag and unwrapping one of them.

stan grinned as he watched you, and picked up the snacks to put on one of the side tables. he sat back down next to you, one of his hands going towards your crampy, slightly bloated belly.

“do you want the heating pad now, or do you think you’re good for a little bit?” he asked softly, looking down at you with a caring expression.

“i’m good, i think.” you answered and closed your eyes, eagerly waiting for him to lay back down, so you could feel his warmth and cuddles again.

stanley nodded, and turned off the lamps next to his bed. there was still a floor lamp that was left on, next to his guitar amp, and a lamp that sat atop the bar in the corner of his room. they both cast a light orange glow around the room, so there was still some brightness.

you felt stan curl up to you, his warm, lanky body pressing against you gently. you pressed your head back against his chest, hearing and feeling his heartbeat against you.

“goodnight, sweetheart.” he mumbled, his own voice sleepy and sweet. “i love you so much, (nickname).”

like. they're related (andrea's sister is stan barber's grandma) so stan u is essentially his uncle and stan sees all the shit lil stan is going through with his dad and such and is like "actually nope"

with a heavy side serving of bev and syd + stenbrough AND alive adult georgie bcs i need somewhere to put him

would anyone

want to see that

lmk

I feel like the coolest loser around