I just wanted fluff with the smol twins.
“Alright, bath time over!” Stan says as he pulls his niece out of the tub.
The little girl- no older than four- whines. “I’m not ready!”
“Sorry, kid. That’s now how this works,” Stan says and grabs a bath towel.
He drapes it over her and she quickly pulls it back and glares at him with a smile. “Hey!”
Stan chuckles as he picks up Dipper and places him next to his sister.
Ford wanders into the bathroom. “Finished the dishes. How’d it go in here?”
“They didn’t splash each other for once,” Stan informs his twin.
Ford walks over and kneels in front of Mabel. “Is that right?”
“We were really good, Grunkle Ford!” Dipper informs proudly.
“I’m proud,” Ford replies was he carefully dries Mabel’s hair so it won’t get too tangled by rubbing the towel between his hands and moving his hands down to the ends of her hair.
Stan takes to drying his nephew’s hair in a messy way and then tickles him a little when drying his torso.
“Grunkle Stan!” Dipper squeals.
“What? I’m not doing anything!”
“Yes you are! You’re tickling me!”
Stan chuckles. “Can’t get nothin’ past you.”
“Can’t get anything,” Ford corrects as he gives Mabel her clothes to put on.
Stan whispers to Dipper, “Tell Grunkle Ford not to tell Grunkle Stan what to do.”
“Don’t tell Grunkle Stan what to do!” The boy insists.
Ford gives Stan an unamused look.
Stan laughs and kisses the top of Dipper’s damp head. “Thanks, kid!”
Dipper beams up at his grunkle and then lifts up his arms as the shirt is being put on him. “Hey, this is too big!”
“Mine is too!” Mabel observes after getting her shirt on.
“I’ve got a trick for that,” Stan says and rolls up the sleeves of the little boy’s hands. “There they are!”
Dipper wiggles his fingers at the man and earns a hearty chuckle.
“Look!” Mabel squeals to Ford.
“Look, little hands! I love gobbling little fingers,” Ford says and puts his lips over his teeth and pretends to eat the little girls’ fingers, causing her to squeal and yank them back.
Stan picks up and lightly tosses Dipper. “C’mon, let’s go to bed!”
“But I’m not sleepy!” Dipper insists just before he yawns.
“Coulda fooled me.”
Ford picks up his niece and asks, “Can I have a kiss?”
She gives him a sloppy kiss and zerberts him. She peels with laughter at her own hilarity and Ford can’t help but chuckle along with her.
The men take the children to their room and tuck them in.
“You forgot bedtime kisses!” Mabel complains.
“We could never forget bedtime kisses!” Stan insists just before he stoops down and kisses her cheek.
Just as he does this Ford stoops down and kisses Dipper’s cheek and ruffles his hair. Each child gives their grunkle a kiss on the cheek in return and then the ol’ grunks- as if choreographed for a play- switch sides smoothly, spinning around each other to get to their other nibling and do the same.
“Night, kids,” the men say.
BONUS FLUFF UNDERNEATH