Author's Note: A gift for Thewittyarsonist. I'm starting a series of various Starla AU drabbles to pass the time. These first few are a little rusty and short because I haven't written in a few weeks, life has gotten in the way. I do take requests, so be sure to leave a response or a PM. Gravity falls belongs to Alex Hirsch. PLEASE, tell me if there's a grammatical or spelling error. Thank you, and enjoy.
Birthmark!Carla
Third Person's point of view
Hands pocketed deep in his worn, soaked jeans, he made due with the only source of heat available. Sporting a sleeveless white tee, he paid no mind to the storm, focusing on the rain-slicked road ahead. Her comfort a higher priority than his own, he slung his leather jacket over her shoulders, the size overwhelming her petite frame, shielding her from the furious weather.
Footfalls purposeful with a spring in his step, he couldn't help the small smile. Though their evening stroll along the beachfront didn't turn out well, he enjoyed her company regardless especially following another day with condescending teachers and failing tests. Rain and sweat matted his brown hair, giving him a ragged look, his tee see-through and sticking to his chest.
Mascara and lipstick smearing, to others she looked like a rag doll, but to him, she always looked beautiful in his eyes. They trudged forward, embracing the sheets of unyielding water, the water's patter reverberating off the pavement. The brush of her fingertips against his tinted his cheeks, her skin soft against his calloused hand. Hands intertwined, she peaked up at him through her sopping fizzy hair, her brown eyes electric. He couldn't take it anymore.
He took her shoulders in a firm grip, pecking her lips, though swift and fleeting, the feeling still lingered on his skin. Face aflame, he bowed his head, embarrassed by his brash behavior. He mentally kicked himself until a soft thumb and finger tilted his head back up.
Before he knew it, their lips locked again, the kiss a lot firmer and confident. Blinking twice, he hummed into the wet kiss; his hands wound their way around his waist, his face between her hands. Pulling away first, he pushed the hair from her forehead, revealing the red, puffy dots and pimples making up her Dipper shaped birthmark.
"S-Stanley..." She stuttered, lips pursing in apprehension, self-conscious of the birthmark hidden well under her curly bangs.
"Beautiful..." He murmured, peaking her forehead, than her nose, than her eye,
Her fearful grimace turned into that stunning smile of hers, her giggles rising an octave. Balling her fists in the sopping fabric of his tee, she pecked him on the lips. Twining their hands together, continuing their breach front stroll.
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