(y/n)'s face when she was that there was only one bed was so priceless to Stan who sat on the edge of the bed, taking off his boots. ".. There's only one" her tone seemed so disappointed, she looked so disappointed, and Stan looked up at her and grinned, "We only need one, sugar" letting out a laugh when he watched her shake her head, walk past him to start to get ready for bed.

 And Stan let (y/n) take the first shower, get most of the hot water and he'll get what's left. He got a little bored waiting in the bedroom for her, so he went into the bathroom while she was in the shower to talk to her like they'd been married for years. 

(y/n) opened the curtain a little to frown at him, furrowing her eyebrows at him, "What are you doin?" Stan stared at her a little, lifting his arm to lean against the wall where the towels hung, "wondering why I'm not in there with you, I could help get your back" wearing a teasing smile towards her.

(y/n) grew into a little annoyed smile, shaking her head at him a little, "No thank you, go away" closing the curtain a little harshly which made the other side of the curtain get pulled open. Stan pushed himself off the wall to take a quick peak from the other side, beaming a smile when he saw her backside, her silky legs, ".. cute tushy" stepping away to stand in front of the mirror, a roaring laugh erupting and echoed from him. 

(y/n) blushed and quickly moved to push the curtain to close completely with a little soft grunt "Get out of here" but knowing that he didn't leave at all. Growing a little quiet between them, the gentle sound of the water flowing, (y/n) felt a little embarrassed in the silence before asking to create conversation, "... How do you know Wendy?" a little pause.

Stan brushed his teeth in front of the mirror, stopping to say, ".. Jealous?" continuing the movement again with the toothbrush, on the other side of the curtain, (y/n) smiled, ".. just curious" though, she did find herself wondering about how he kissed Wendy. 

He thought for a second, wondering if he should tell her their history. Stan thought about lying, how he met her through a friend of a friend of a friend, or how she was the one who left him, but then he didn't, he couldn't bring himself to lie to (y/n), ".. I used to stop at that bar just to see her," he started carefully and continued, ".. She used to have long hair, and I loved her laugh.. it was so loud like she wasn't 'fraid to show how happy she was"

(y/n) stayed silent while she listened, she'd never heard him open up about something like this before, ".. But.. we just wanted different things.. she wanted a family, a boring, humdrum life and I wanted excitement, adventure.. (hair/color) women" the mention of (hair/color) women made her laugh and shake her head, which made him smile softly, ".. I left her.. without a word"

It grew quiet again, and the silence made Stan start to feel nervous like she would think of him so differently now, he began to think that maybe what he told her would make him seem so heartless, and cold, because he was, ".. Do you think.." he paused to think of the word, holding the toothbrush carefully, ".. That I'm selfish?" meeting the silence again, he added to his question, for clarity, ".. Since I did that" and he hoped that she didn't view him differently, it made him nervous. 

And (y/n) thought, lifting her hands to feel the water on her palms and drip down her arms, "... No, I don't" That was a little unexpected, she added for clarification, ".. I think you were 'fraid to.. let her become your new home.. to love her enough for that" 

Stan had no idea what she talking about when she mentioned a new home, it made him laugh a little at that phrasing. ".. My new home?" which made (y/n) laugh along since the phrasing did sound a little silly, ".. Yeah.. when you love someone so much, they just.. start to feel like home" she paused while smiling, thinking about the feeling, how her parents would've described it to her and displayed it as a model of love for her, ".. You start to miss them like you were homesick.. the way they.. look and feel.." she let herself carry on with the loving thought of it, how warm it would've felt to love someone like that, and it grew a little quiet again until she asked, ".. Have you ever let yourself love someone like that?" 

And Stan thought of a time when he did feel that way, to love someone so much they felt like home to him, mindlessly brushing his teeth, ".. I think I have with a jezebel before" This made (y/n) stop, open the curtain to look at him with furrowed eyebrows and suspicious eyes, Stan looked at her unamused and unconvinced expression which made him smile, chuckling a little before saying "Okay so.. maybe I haven't" watching her nod her head and close the curtain again, ".. I don't even think something like that exists anyways.." turning to spit his toothpaste into the sink, run the water to rinse, before adding with a shake of his head.

"I don't even think I've seen it before." His parents were divorced, and he grew up with his father, who adopted the cowboy lifestyle and taught him everything he knows now.

And (y/n) stopped the water from flowing, grabbed a towel, and wrapped it around her torso. "I've seen it before," she said simply, before opening the curtains completely and stepping out of the shower. 

Stan stared shamelessly at her, how her skin glistened with water droplets, silky, her wet (hair/color) hair, he grew a teasing smile while he stared, ".. Well, I reckon I just did too" He studied how her lips curved into a smile, (y/n) shook her head at him, he was always so flirty with her, it was just his nature, ".. get out" But Stan's eyes roamed her body a little more before meeting her gaze again, and begrudgingly pushed himself off the counter of the bathroom and into the bedroom again, closing the door.

(y/n) had been the first to crawl into bed, snug as a bug under this fluffy blanket, and Stan absolutely crawled into bed and instantly snuggled close to her, pressing his cheek against hers and running his hand up her back thigh, she let out a little, "..Would you mind your hands" and being met with his little, "I know where they're going" against her ear, feeling her backside for a second before she elbowed him in the chest to push him away, ".. What are you doin'?" wearing a surprised smile, and turning to look over her shoulder at him. 

Stan fought a smile at her before saying ".. I get cold at night, you don't like cuddlin'?" He was extremely used to holding women close to his chest after they'd had sex, it helped him sleep better. And (y/n) scoffed and laughed, shaking her head "... Not with you" turning back around to grab a pillow, pulling it forward and behind her to create a barrier between them, "Now, you stay on your side and I'll stay on mine" 

Stan held the pillow close to his chest since she shoved it towards him and between them, he nodded his head with a soft frown and furrowed eyebrows, "Yes ma'am" She was bossy in bed, and he leaned back on his side while (y/n) reached to turn off the lamp, settling into the soft blanket over her shoulder, how comfy it was.

Stan stared at the ceiling in silence, he really couldn't sleep while he thought about Wendy and what (y/n) said about loving someone so much they start to feel like home if he'd ever really let himself feel that way about anyone. 

He turned on his side, pressing his cheek onto the pillow that created a barrier between them, he stared through the darkness at her, his eyes adjusting to the dark, before saying softly towards her, ".. Tell me about your town again" 

Meeting her silence, he added, ".. What're you miss about home.. it'll help me sleep" Stan knew she wasn't asleep, she didn't snore, she must've been thinking of what to say. 

He waited until (y/n) said simply under the blanket, ".. The stars" 

Stan grew into a smile at her response, more at how she gave a response, "The stars" softly repeating to himself before adjusting himself a little more against the pillow, then asking, ".. What about 'em?" He found himself liking the way (y/n) viewed things and talked about certain things that she loved, there was just something special about it, about her when she would explain those things to him. 

(y/n) filled her lungs with air, gently let it go before turning her body, and adjusted it to face him, one hand close to her chest and the other hit her knuckles against the soft fabric of the pillow that rested against his chest, ".. They're just different from anywhere else" 

Stan thought about holding her hand that rested against the pillow if she'd let him, but he didn't think she would've so easily, he didn't want her to think it was anything other than just wanting to hold her hand, that the intention wasn't just so he could sleep with her, so he didn't at first, ".. Stars are the same no matter where you are" 

And (y/n) gently hummed, ".. Not in my town.." pausing as she felt the fabric of the pillow gently against her knuckle and the back of her index finger, accidentally hitting his pinkie finger that rested on the top of the pillow which made her hand stop completely, she blushed and felt a little shy about the incidental touch, her voice softening, ".. There's.. no big light posts or... bars that light up the entire square.." 

She trailed off a little, blushing a little more while she felt the careful and soft touch of his knuckle against the side of her forearm, it was such a hesitant touch, (y/n) felt her heart quicken a little, "... The stars shine brighter.. and.." pausing again while Stan's fingertips glided to the front of her forearm, softly moving up and down, feeling how delicate she was, it felt more comforting and loving than anything else, she'd hope that her heart would understand the difference, ".. Twinkle.." 

She started to feel a little more sleepy because of the gentle warmth of his fingertips that comforting touched her arm, she murmured a little, ".. They're just beautiful" 

Stan could hear sleepiness in her voice how she got so sleepy from his touch, how it seemed to make her feel so safe, ".. Will you show 'em to me?" his fingertips traveled over her wrist and felt the delicate lines of her palm, ".. The stars.." she had warm hands, he wanted to hold her hand but felt it grow a little weaker while she fell asleep slowly, her hand slowly falling and unable to hold itself up.

He didn't get an answer from her, he leaned against the pillow a little, lifting his head to try and get a better look at her through the dark, pushed it forward while he let her hand fall, whispering to her, ".. (y/n)" and then finally getting a gentle hum, the softest "mhm" that he'd ever heard that was followed by a serene snore. 

He couldn't help but let out a gentle laugh through his nose, placing his head back down onto the pillow while he stared, reaching his arm forward to invade her side a little more, placing it over her and delicately onto the dip of her torso as he tried not to wake her up, stopping cold when he felt her shift and adjust a little in her sleep, she got a little closer towards him which made it easier to place his arm around her without disturbing her too much, he wanted to hold her as well as he could with a pillow between them while she slept, snoring loudly. 

Stan started counting the silence between her snores again.

Throughout the night, Stan went in and out of sleep with her snoring, which wasn't as bad as the first time they'd slept in the same room together. He didn't get any sleep the first time, but this time, Stan woke up maybe twice, or three times. 

The first time, he realized that the pillow didn't do a thing because (y/n) pressed herself against that pillow, pushing the blanket over him more with her leg over his while he laid on his back, his hand finding its way up and into her gown, he woke up a little in a daze, using his fingertips to feel her spine gently. 

Stan felt a little like he was in a cocoon, with the majority of the blanket over him as she pushed it onto him, the pillow on his chest, along with the weight of (y/n)'s sleepy figure on him. He started to overheat a little, which is kinda why he woke up but also got a little startled by a loud snore. 

Stan filled his lungs with air and then pushed himself up from the bed, which slowly pushed (y/n) onto her back, stopping for a second to hear her snore again before moving the blanket onto her, the pillow a little more down to her chest, and then just lay on her. 

He pressed his cheek against her shoulder and away from her neck, his hand stuck underneath her back and his arm thrown over her and she snored directly in his ear, placed her hand on his shoulder and one on his back, it was so noisy but he eventually fell asleep.

The second time, Stan woke up was because (y/n) shifted and adjusted herself in her sleep. She took a breath in and adjusted her body a little to move to her side, he felt her leg rub against him gently while she made a little gentle noise against his ear while breathing out. She pressed her cheek against the curve of his neck, peaking through the space between him and the pillow but being trapped by him and her arm that poked through to wrap around him. 

She felt his hair and just held him close, in her sleep, she felt how long his hair was, his scratchy facial hair against her, but (y/n) stopped shifting and adjusting, finally, snoring loudly in his ear. But Stan didn't mind it when it was like this, the pillow crushed between them but keeping that distance, that boundary she set.

And in the morning, (y/n) slipped away from his arms, sitting up with a leg over the edge of the bed, and Stan would've been awake, he stared and watched how she fixed her hair, ran her fingers through her locks a little before turning her gaze towards him.

(y/n) noticed bags under his eyes, she was sure they were always there but didn't notice them up close like this, ".. Did you sleep?" And Stan lifted his hand to run through his hair, traveling down to touch his neck and rub his shoulder a little, letting out a tired breath, ".. How could I?" watching how her eyes grew curious, her hands in her lap, the way she tilted her head a little to try and get a better look at him before shrugging gently towards him, "..What do you mean?"

 Stan grew into a teasing smile while he looked at her, touching his fang a little with his tongue before sitting up on his elbow, he debated on if he should tell her, how she would react, and how much he wanted to see that reaction, "..Sweetheart, you snore"

(y/n) thought for a second, furrowing her eyebrows at him and squinting her eyes gently at him, did she really? She started to shake her head, "No I don't" watching how his smile grew brighter at her, setting his head back down onto the pillow he held against his chest, and cooly responding, "... Sure you do... it kinda sounds like.." 

Stan thought of how to describe it, how he would mimic the noise before he did, it sounded more like a snort when he breathed in air through his throat which made the sound that her snores sounded like, growing into a bright teasing smile towards her as he watched her smile at him, the kind of smile that he knew she was getting annoyed with his teasing her. 

".. You.." (y/n) started, grabbing a pillow to hit it against his hip, ".. Are a liar, I do not" which made Stan laugh and grab the pillow away from her, pulling it in front of him, he shook his head a little downward, feeling the soft fabric of the pillowcase, 

".. Don't be embarrassed, I find it charming.. real cute" Meeting her gaze again, giving her a quick little wink, and watching her shake her head, pushing hair behind her ear that fell forward. 

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positioning and anatomy is hard. Hopefully this made sense :( 

I pictured it all romantically in my head.