An Introduction

I was in the middle of the feminine products aisle when I spotted him coming in. The red fez with gold design over grey hair was a dead giveaway to even someone who didn't spend most of their time watching him on a regular basis, as Stan Pines was something of a fixture in this town. I don't exactly know how to explain what happened after spotting him; all I remember was an inordinate sense of what I think was panic. Before I knew what was happening I ended up in the next aisle, panting and thoroughly disoriented. Who knew that on the one day per month I stepped into the Gravity Falls supermarket for supplies was the day I would run into my human crush?

I was so lucky that I was in my unassuming human form. The one that wasn't associated with a particular legend that my bratty, attention-seeking twin set up.

What snapped me out of resentful thoughts of my pink-haired twin was annoyed, worried muttering from the human in the next aisle over.

"What do you even…? How are there this many products?!... What do you even CHOOSE…? Crap….."

Seemed like he was having trouble with something relating to his little niece's period. I had seen her occasionally when I went for tours at his Shack. He had never noticed me in the back and I hadn't called attention to myself. Though I had giggled quite a bit more often than not at the obviously false creatures he had put together for the public's viewing.

I tried to stand up, only to find myself plop right back down to where my moment of painfully human panic had dumped me. With a huff, I reached deep in myself and found that numbness I had in me with on a regular basis. I smoothed it over the panic that my crush was one aisle away from me, smoothing the numbness like plaster over the feelings that were threatening my normal calm and composure. If I REALLY wanted to be helpful to Stanley Pines, I had to get the feelings that this particular human roused in me under control.

Peering quietly into the aisle again, I noticed him rapidly disappearing into the men's hygiene aisle- the one I had just been in. Disgruntled, I ducked back into that area and approached him. He was still red-faced- does this man really make a good con…? Well, I had seen his spiel, and the resident morons as well as the tourists ate it up. I had to admit it was funny.

"May I help you, sir?"

He approached quickly, looking relieved at the customary greeting of an employee to a prospective customer.

"Look, uh, kid, I need some advice about the stuff in the next aisle over-"

He's calling me kid? Rich… Especially when I'm several hundred years older than him.

"Your little great-niece's first time?"

He looked befuddled at the distinction, "How-"

"I saw you come in on Pioneer Day. She's the little brunette that was in the top hat nearby as you were freed from the stocks, correct?"

Stanley groaned in embarrassment, rubbing the back of his neck. He had NOT enjoyed those tomatoes being thrown at him… While, on the other hand, I may have. It was certainly funny to watch at the time, even if I winced later. I had ended up enjoying it while I could, as I had no real opportunity to free him on that particular occasion without being spotted or paralyzed by nerves.

"Yeah, that's the one. Can't believe you saw that… Anyway. You work here, right? Which products are best for a girl's, ahem, first… Uh…"

"Her first period?"

He face palmed, dragging his big rough hand down his face in mortified exasperation. Some inner part of me shivered in anticipatory lust- another thing I wasn't familiar with outside of this man- knowing what hands like that could do to wreck this fleshie female body.

"Yes. Just… don't say it like that…."

"Her first 'time of the month' then. Very well, please come with me."

I didn't correct the assumption that I worked here. It was rather convenient for me if he didn't know I was a creeper demoness who had watched him for thirty plus years… That would be awkward as heck to explain.

I nabbed the best brands of pads, wipes, and panty liners for his niece while getting a cheaper brand for myself. He looked a bit ruffled at the price of his share- sticker shock, no doubt, female period paraphernalia was pricey here there and everywhere- so I explained.

"You'd want to take very good care of your own genitalia, correct? Same for her. Being a female myself, I can say that Always Maxi is usually the most comfortable. And the wipes will be a gentle cleanser on a first-timer's-"

A strangled noise escaped him and I didn't continue. Poor man looked embarrassed enough buying pads in the first place. Maybe I'd gone a bit overboard with the extra explanation… Either way, I handed them over. He looked at the cash register line like a man assigned to death row looks at the chair.

"… Come on. I'll go with you."

With that, I sauntered off toward the line, my own pads in hand. He followed like a kicked puppy, twitching at almost every sound and attempting to hide the pads at odd angles… Which admittedly just made them more obvious. I refrained from pointing it out to him, though, as Dulcie (aforementioned twin) explained that humans usually don't take my criticism well.

I was all too aware of my human crush right behind me to be aware of much else as we got into line, barely hearing the pudgy female cashier ringing up my purchase. He was fidgeting uneasily waiting his turn.

What forced me to tune back in was a phrase from the cashier that absolutely mortified me.

"So, you finally got a girlfriend, Mister Pines? These for her?" The lady jerked a thumb at me, a mischievous smile on her round pasty face.

I squeaked in surprise while he sputtered embarrassed somethings along the lines of no.

"W-we're not together, I just helped him find what he needed in the girl's section for his niece since I was ducking by-"

My heart was thudding in my ears, drowning out nearly all other sound. Funny that a sound I really should be used to after a few hundred years with it still sounded out of place to my ears. Demons didn't have heartbeats like humans did. Not without a fall in the Fluvius River, anyway.

"Aaah, okay, Mabel's first time? Good luck, Mister Pines. Ma'am, this is five dollars fifty cents."

Right, that was his niece's name. I paid, barely looking at the bill and giving her a ten as a consequence. She handed back my change and I immediately scarpered. I may have lingered to make sure Stanley got out of the line okay, but when I spotted him coming towards me… I REALLY booked it. It was hard enough being close to him in that line waiting for our turn when he wasn't really talking much for nerves; it would be even worse if he actually tried to talk to me.

Somehow I ended up in the unusually lush bushes flanking the parking lot. I cursed my tendency of blacking out what was going on outside my head when I was panicking. I started swearing for real (softly) when I spotted whose license plates were facing me. Clamming up instantly when I heard his step coming near, I begged whoever was listening that he wouldn't find me in this awkward position. I couldn't cast any magic when I had my human veneer on, and it would be more showy that it was worth to take it off and cast an invisibility spell now…. I squirmed uncomfortably in the thorny grasp of the bushes. The thorns in this one particularly seemed to bother my human body.

Thankfully, he took off without moving toward the bushes more than was necessary. I breathed a groan of relief. Proceeding to wiggle around until I got loose, long blonde hair and all, I slid from the bushes and spotted my grocery bag on the sidewalk that bordered the grocery store. I stood up, brushing myself off and went over to grab the plastic bag of pads.

It was at this unfortunate moment that I realized that the encounter with Stan had driven any thought of other groceries out of my head before I checked out. I still had to get the various foodstuffs, cosmetic paraphernalia and things to clean with that a household with two bachelorette demonesses needed.

With a groan, I headed back in to get the groceries Dulcie would bite my head off without. I could only pray that she could keep her annoyance at me being later than expected to a minimum later.

But I talked to him… that's progress, right?

I was smiling for the rest of the grocery trip and all the way back through the forest. Dulcie looked at me like I'd grown another head when I came back to our cave home, but I didn't care. For once, I had actually talked to Stanley Pines, my crush of thirty years, and nothing could spoil my good mood.

Hi! Okay, this is a warning- this fic will end up being a bunch of semi-disconnected drabbles, centering around the Stan Twins and the Demoness Twins (my OCs, Chantal (the narrator here) and Dulcie). The younger twins will also probably feature in most of the drabbles set in present day, and Bill is likely to turn up as well. Other characters to be decided as I write.

MAJOR credit goes to HowAboutThat for both helping me develop Dulcie and Chantal, as well as being my inspiration for this fic and a driving force in me getting involved in this fandom.

I hope you enjoyed the fic ^ _ ^ If so, please leave a review. Those really make my day, doods.

-June