originally written s a prompt fill for tumblr user grunklebill. next chunck of chapters are all prompt fills, so enjoy. If you want to know what the original, full prompt was, check ao3's author notes. i try to keep these short and sweet
Today had been a surprisingly quiet day. The twins some how managed to not get into any trouble at all that day, and he had more fun than he was willing to admit playing laser tag with Soos and the others. Still, there was nothing better than a quiet house (the twins went straight to bed when they got home, to Stan's immense relief). He leaned back in his chair, ready to watch another rousing episode of Baby Fights, when he felt the air shift next to his ear.
The next thing he knew, the world had gone grey, and hovering next to him was the one and only Bill Ciper. "So, I've been thinking," said Bill, getting right to it. He never was one for small talk.
"Oh have you now?" asked Stan, only mildly annoyed about being pulled into their private space without warning.
"Yeah," said Bill. "You see, when I was keeping your nephew out of trouble a few weeks back-"
Stan rolled his eyes. "Oh, is that what we're calling it?"
Bill huffed, "Yes, anyway, as I was saying," he narrowed his eye at Stan, "When I was keeping your nephew out of trouble, I learned a few things."
He lazily inched closer to Stan, until he was practically looming over the older man. "And what could you, oh all-knowing one have possibly learned by possessing a 12 year old boy?" Stan asked sarcastically.
"Tell me, Stanford," Bill began, flexing his fingers in a mildly threatening manner, "are you ticklish?"
Bill didn't miss the way Stan paled at the word. "No, absolutely not," he said.
"C'mon," said Bill, fingers inching closer. "Are you sure?"
"I have nerves of steel," he backed up as much as his chair would let him. This is what he gets for allowing the little demon to corner him. "Get away from me."
"Are you sure you're not ticklish, Stanford?" Bill lightly dusted his fingers over Stan's arm, earning him an indignant grunt for his efforts.
"Don't coME ANY CLOSER." And like that Bill was on him, tickling his ribs and under his arms.
Stan tried to push Bill away, but Bill only turned temporarily incorporeal. "Stop, Bill, no," Stan managed to get out between peals of laughter. "Body Spasms!"
Bill let up, and floated back, satisfied. "Nerves of steel, huh?"
Stan could only glare halfheartedly. "Let us never speak of this again."
"No promises," said Bill with a grin in his voice
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