#'he's just grunkle stan' the difference is grunkle stan is a good grunkle. i wouldn't trust foxglove to babysit children for 5 minutes

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love the new jar apparel for Foxglove. "put your cash in the jar and watch it maaaaaagically dissappearrrrrrr"

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Yandere!Stanford Pines x Doctor!GN!Reader

warnings: obsessive thoughts, implied self harm

If I made one for his brother, then I should also make one for this silly guy. Bro is needy just like his twin

Ford is an intellectual who can invent new machines, find new discoveries, and defend himself from danger.

But you know what he can't do?

Rest. He never seemed to take a break from his obsessions.

Which is why, in the middle of the supermarket, as he was waiting in line to pay for his products, Ford dropped dead. Not literally dead (but it might as well be called that), he suddenly fainted after years of exhaustion caught up to him.

Ford slowly woke up to the gentlest touch he had ever felt in years.

"You're awake," you murmured, settling your palm on his forehead. He's still warm.

He tried to sit up, but you quickly pushed him down again. "Hey, you can't do that! Your body is completely debilitated!"

"Debilitated?" he mumbled, continuing to wince when he heard you tell a nurse to call the Pines family. He briefly glanced around, realizing he's in a hospital.

You turned back to him, your stern eyes fixed. "You're lucky I, a doctor, was back there. I did a check up on you, and good god, your body is filled with wounds, some open, and there's a concerning underwhelming amount of essential chemicals!"

Ford paused before huffing, his eyebrows furrowed. "Look, I'm sorry, but I can handle myself—"

"And the way your wounds are treated is nothing short of clumsy! It's like a middle schooler did it!"

Welp, you made him speechless. Did he seriously get compared to a middle schooler?

And yet, whatever you just said or did that day, Ford couldn't get you off his mind. He blankly stared at his scars when he got home on the same day.

It got worse when his twin brother, Stanley, decided to personally hire you to take care of him after another episode of fainting. Initially, Ford was very annoyed, but as time went on, he learned to appreciate you.

Maybe more than appreciate, really. He found himself wanting more of your care.

Your company was surprisingly pleasing. You and Ford talked more about the human body, which is admittedly a little neglected since he was too focused on science and magic on the outside. He never really had anatomy in mind.

When you perform your treatment on him, Ford can't help but feel... needy. A strange feeling of want.

You took a curious look at his extra finger, rubbing your thumb over it. He melted under your touch. "Interesting."

Again, he's never felt careful and gentle hands on his skin for over 30 years. (Dipper has sweaty hands. Mabel is quite jittery. Stan has the roughest skin anyone can have.)

It's a nice change of pace. The way you handle him.

Heck, he usually doesn't like it when someone 'demeans' him (this is about you comparing him to a middle schooler), but you're different. You can't keep your mouth shut, can't you?

Well, he certainly relates to that.

Besides, you make it up to him with praises during the painful parts of treatment. Such subtle words, yet he folds so easily.

Dipper noticed he's becoming more... sloppy during their missions. His grunkle has more injuries than usual.

Then again, Ford is really the only one forcing himself to work. No matter what the rest of the Pines say.

Dipper's mainly just making sure he won't die. Maybe the fact that he's old is catching up to him?

"I might have to keep this up for the rest of my life if you keep this up," you sighed, shaking your head as you dabbled some ointment on his wound.

Ford chuckled, staring at your concentrated face. "Maybe I wouldn't mind."

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The Ol switcharoo (pt3)

Stan pines x reader/ ford pines x reader

Summary: 30 years pass and you meet stanfords family.

Warning: NONE

Sorry for another short chapter. Consider this a filler episode. Chapter four should be better.

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30 years is a long time.

You can do a lot in that time.

You can live a lot of different lives in 30 years.

You started cutting your hair in that time, Stanford taught you to box, You'd gone on many different adventures. Most of which you often questioned the legality of, but they still made you laugh.

Now you mainly tended to the Mystery shack no more adventures, you wondered as you sat on the couch next to Stanford when you'd gotten so old. And when your life had changed so much.

You had almost forgotten all about anything before your family vacation. you and Stanford had grown into a pretty comfortable life together. You wouldn't lie you'd come to love the life you've grown into with him.

But you've also missed the adventures you used to go on, finding monsters , exploring the unknown.

But you were only met with gluing eyeballs to pieces of plastic halloween decorations and making up stories to make out of towns folk get a good laugh in.

You had tried to find Stanfords journals just to "relive the glory days" but with no luck.

You were never sure what happened to them, if he had accidentally tossed them out, if he had lost them himself or if that was part of what happened while you where away. Either way you stopped looking. You never asked about them either.

Stanford seemed to really enjoy his life with you too, you never got the idea he wanted to turn back or like he was waiting for some big adventure.

"This may sound corny but you and the mystery shack are my big adventure...I wouldn't trade you or the old shack for anything y/n. Not. For. ANYTHING."

So you stopped worrying yourself with the journals or the old research, let alone the real monsters that lurked in the woods.

You hunkered down, sold stories and bumper stickers in your matching suits and watched night time television before falling asleep on top of eachother every night.

This was the routine you'd fallen into. You found it odd if you had to sleep without Stanfords shoulder as your pillow or his jolt of laughter before he realized you fell asleep. It was odd for both of you to not debate who got giftshop duity over tour duties. (You always got gift shop.)

It was odd when a pair of twins arrived on your front lawn.

"You never talk about your family." You said following Stanford down the stairs to meet them. "Sure I do." He said clearly a little nervous.

"Mmm no...I didn't know you had a sister! Let alone great neices and nephews!..excuse us, Soos." You say almost chasing him through the gift shop almost knocking soos over.

He paused as both of you looked out the little door window at them. "Listen...I'm sorry I didn't tell you about my family... to be fair... we aren't really close..but somethings came up and-" You could see his stress building up as he tried to piece together something that made you understand how important it was to make a good impression on those kids.

You placed a hand on his shoulder. "I'm here with you... you can explain it all later, but right now, I'm right by your side, like always." He smiled and placed a hand on top of yours.

Before heading outside to me, you are in tow.

"I DIDN'T KNOW I HAD A GREAT AUNT! A GRANT!? A GRRR...GRAUNT!?" The girl in the pair shouted excitedly after stan had introduced you to them.

"That's cause you don't. We aren't married y/ns a friend."

You laughed at the girl who energetically and enthusiastically introduced herself as Mable. The introduction was followed by several need to know now questions, all of which would later be scribbled onto a paper for you to fill out and return to her.

☆what's your favorite color

☆ do you like my grunkle stan?

☆if you were a magical creature, what would you be? Why? WHAT WOULD I BE? why?

☆do you LOOOOVEEE grunkle stan?

☆opinion on stickers?

"Alright, you two leys get you up to your room for the summer." Stan said, pulling Mable away from you and grabbing her bags.

You grabbed the second set of bags and followed stan and the two kids.

"Dipper, right?" You asked the boy who fell in line with you "oh yea! Yep that's me!" He laughed nervously.

"Very cool name,I like your hat by the way." You prayed you didn't seem like you were trying too hard to get them to like you.

"So you and grunkle stan run this place?" Dipper asked, looking at all your hot glue collages as Stanford decided to give them the grand tour before their room.

"Yup." You nodded.

"What's the point? Isn't this all fake? I mean... I can see the string on the invisible man's glasses." He said pointing out the attraction as you passed.

"Oh c'mon Dipper, how could you not love the jackalope!? Is he a deer? Is he a rabbit? I can't tell!" Mable said, carrying the creature in her arms like a teddy bear.

"I just don't get it? Why lie to people when I'm sure there has to be something real out there!"

You smiled at him. He sounded like you when you were a kid...he sounded more like Stanford before the shack. "You like the supernatural?" You asked.

"Oh yea, dippers a huge nerd he loves all that junk!" Mable said punching her brother in the shoulder.

"Oh, here we go! Don't get this one started on mystery and supernatural boogie men!" Stanford said, stopping to join your conversation.

"Y/n used to be big on hunting and looking for stuff like this." He said, wrapping his arm around you. "Used too...I haven't in over 30 years...it got too complicated." You opted to give them a simple answer as to why you stopped.

"Really!? That's so cool!" Dipper exclaimed. "If you ever need someone to go on adventures with, you can trust me."

Over the upcoming weeks, it was slightly rocky with the kids getting settled in, but eventually, they started warming up to the shack as well as yourself and Stanford.

You were quite pleased to have their company, actually. You felt something change in your everyday lives when they entered the shack.

"Depending on who you ask." You said continuing your story as you placed plates in front of the kids. "Your grunkle and I are married." The kids gasped. "Only through some silly machine in Vegas it wasn't real there was this one time -"

Stan chuckled to himself as you told the story of your fake marriage in Vegas as he watched the three of you laugh in the kitchen.

He smiled. Watching you frantically move your arms to further dramatice the story, a certain shine he'd noticed had been missing from your eyes for a few years now. You had it when he'd met you.

The same day, he knew things would be different for him. They HAD been different. You accepted him for everything he was. You went along with his crazy shenanigans. You gave up a whole life for him.

He remembered the birthday parties you had thrown for him. Even if you were the only person to be there for him.

He knew after a few years of you doing so that you would always be the only one there. He had the strangest feeling the night of his 35 birthday when he realized this.

He lied awake in bed, staring at the ceiling when it occurred to him what the feeling was.

"Oh no."

He quietly snuck away from you and the kids, still hearing your laughter erupt through the house behind him. He made his way into the darkened gift shop and punched a code into the vending machine, and went down to the basement he swore to you he'd destroyed.

30 years, and all he had offered you was lies. After all you'd done for him after all the care you'd shown him after all you had sacrificed. He just wanted you to have a normal life. A good life.

Not something he had fabricated.

He spent most of his time thinking about the large machine that still sat in his basement, the other half worrying about you. If he was giving a good life if he was soing as good a job being in your life as you had done for him.

He worried about what might happen when, IF he was able to pull of bringing his brother back.

How would you react to being lied to for 30 years. Maybe you did really feel the same way he had felt about you for years and you would forgive him.

In order for that to work, he'd have to actually admit his feelings to you.

He wanted to, he also wanted do a lot more for you in the 30 years you'd been together but always failed before he could make a move or do anything really. He pushed aside a notepad filled with ideas of kind gestures he could do for you (most of which were crossed out) and replaced the space with the journal Ford had left him.

He would get it right.

All of it.

Eventually.

Then again.

He could always ask Mable.

While you laughed with two kids at a dinner table and Stanley beat himself up about lying and tried to rebuild his life.

The real Stanford pines sat out there amongst the stars with nothing but a creased photo of the two of you and wondered why it was taking you so long to find him.

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Is there a dimension STCMO! Ford finds that's post weirdmaggedon but instead of Stanley having sacrificed all his memories, he sacrificed his life to stop Bill? So I suppose it's a dimension this Stanley's already died in, and all that's left is a grieving Pines family. I'm sure Ford would do what he normally does and give this dimension's Stanford a Stanley he saved from a different dimension, only if this Stanford has proven to him he's deserving of a second chance. Or I wonder if, at the very least, he'd do it for Dipper and Mabel. Though I suppose a Grunkle Stan who doesn't remember them would still hurt a little. Would love to know your thoughts!

Absolutely! And yeah, Ford 419"3 would special deliver a Stan to them, specifically a Stan who had lost his own brother and niblings to Bill during Weirdmageddon. Stan had destroyed his dimension with a doomsday device that Ford had designed during his paranoia era, Ford starting construction on it as soon as he returned to his dimension thirty years later.

Ford had been taken prisoner just like in canon, but Mabel and Dipper were captured by Bill after emerging from Mabel's bubble. The niblings were killed by Bill in an effort to get Ford to talk, but he hadn't spent much time getting to know them in this dimension (too busy building the doomsday device). But Bill had an ace card in the form of one Stanley Pines, because he knew Stan would be inconsolable when he found out that the niblings were dead. Which, in turn, would hurt Ford.

So the hunt for Stan began, Bill's henchmaniacs all relentlessly gunning for Stan, who evaded them with surprising prowess as he sprinted for the Mystery Shack. What remained of the townsfolk banded together and managed to distract them long enough for Stan to get to the shack, Stan heading down to the sub-basement to fire up the device so their sacrifice wouldn't be in vain.

Ford 419"3 would interfere once the device was operational, grabbing Stan while simultaneously hitting the button to bring the weapon online, throwing them both back into the wormhole as the device did was it was designed to do. And, with Bill trapped in Gravity Falls, he was caught in the blast radius and destroyed. Gravity Falls was wiped off the map, as well as a good one-third of the world.

Once Ford and Bill realized what was happening, Ford's last words had been a simple: "Checkmate."

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One In a Million: What Are the Odds Chapter Four

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Mabel got up from the ground,nearly falling back down immeadiatly, due to the pressure on her leg. Stan's look alike closed the remaining distance between them catching her mid air and throwing her arm over his shoulder to support some of her weight.

" Careful," He cautioned stiffly he seemed very untrusting Mabel notes mentally she wonders if it has anything to do with his time here he seemed quite paranoid as far as she could tell

" So who are you?" She asked with no delay," I mean clearly you knew my grunkle," She pauses, was he even her grunkle? Her mind raced back to all the fake ID's she and DIpper found earlier that day-was it still that day? She wasn't quite sure with her current surroundings.Mabel forces herself back into the present where the real Stanford was watching her he seemed to notice her absentness.

"Well my name is actually Stanford Pines, if you want you can call me Ford," his tone is gentle as he formally introduces himself," And yes I did know Stan a lon time ago and I promise to explain all of that but first I do not recall you telling me your name?" Mabel couldn't help feeling safe around the strange untrusting man who had found her.

" I'm Mabel Pines," She replies extending her right hand for the man to shake, and he responds in kindr reaching out a six fimgered hand, " Woah six fingers thats cool, a whole finger friendlier than your typical handshake." Mable smiles at the older man who now stared at her with a shocked expression. He opened his mouth as though he were going to say something before seemingly deciding against it instead matching expressions with the excitable twelve year old who was a long way from home.

" Now as to my relation to you and your family if I am correct , which I often am, I am your Stan's twin," he says moving past their introduction as smoothly as he could try.

"I didn't know Stan had a twin?" Mabel says curiosity lacing her words, as they began to trudge forward in hopes of finding a different dimention as Ford had said earlier.

"That's because Stanley, or Stan, as you know him, was disowned after he ruined my future, the first time," Ford answers a bitter taste in his mouth as he spat the words.

" I'm sure Stan didn't mean to ruin your future. He usually has good intents, even if it does end up blowing up disatorously," Mabel argues suddenly defensive for the sake of her grunkle.

" Of course you wouldn't want to believe it was intentional, but I am certain it was. The tragic part is that we wre actually once inseperable even if we were completely different me being exceptionally gifted and him being, well, him," he responds in kind snapping back with certainty.

" Well what could he of done that would ruin your life anyway," Mabel knew her grunkle and even if he had done something to hurt his twin brother she was sure that it had to of been an accident. After all how many times had she unintentionally harmed DIpper by just not knowing the effect it was having on him. Obviously it was all just a big misunderstanding that must've been blown way out of proportion due to alll the raw emotion of the immediate response, right?

" He destroyed my chances of getting into my dream school all because he was selfish and wanted us to sail the world hunting treassure like fools," Ford responded venom in his voice as recalled an obviously still sore memory, " not only had I been betrayed by the person I was closest to but I was also humiliated in front of renowned scientists who were there to judge my work as they stared upon a still perpetual motion machine." Mabel hummed sypaphetically internally cross referencing his tale with her own past experiences searching for a potenctial way to heal this evidently gaping wound her newfound Grunkle had in his heart at the hands of his brother. " I found evidence placing him at the scene of the foilment and confronted him whch our father overheard and kicked him out for costing the family money. I ended up going to a low grade school where I got 12 PhD's and studied abnormalties. This lead me to Gravity Falls where using my grant money I had a home built so that I could house my scientific foundings. I of cource had to document my studes thus I started to write a journel-."

"WAit you are the author of the journels?" Mabel interrupted, incapable of holding in her realization, of course he was the Author. In hindsight it felt obvious he had six fingers on each hand, he went by Ford-property of F- it was right infront of her. If Dipper were there she was certain he would have realized it on sight after all he had done. Ford stared at her seeming surprized that she would know about the journels.

" You know about my journels?" He asks softly, tilting his head slightly.

" My brother, Dipper, practically spent all summer fussing over it so I have read through the third one a few times and we found the other two in Stan's weird basement lab thing," She explains.

" Very well," Ford said," As I was saying before, I started writing my findings in a journel and while I was exploring I grew curious of where the town's weirdness came from. While in search for an answer I came across some cave markings that then led to my encounterings with Bill and well I called upo my ex... roomate from college to help me build an interdimentional portal that Bill told me would lead me to the answer then Fidds, my partner- well my former room- an old friend of mine, got sucked into the portalbriefly during one of our tests. Thankfully, I was able to pull him out but he was adamant that we shut the portal down and leave it in our pasts. In hindsight, I suppose, I should have listened. However at the time I was to blinded by my own ego and conquest for answers that I blew up I lashed out told him all sorts of horrible things, it was quite the mistakes."

Mabel didn't quite know what to say to that, still she tried. " When did you realize that he was right?" Mabel said, looking at the older man empathetically, careful of her steps.

Ford lets out a soft sigh," Not too long after our fight," he says a soured smile on his face as he stared at nothing specific, " I began to notice some things about Bill, With Fidd's words ringing in my ears I did as anyone would do: I shut down the portal. I hid my journel's except for the first which I had, foolishly, chosen to seek my brother's help with. Wegot into a fight that resulted in the portal somehow activating and Stnley pushing me through." He grimaced at the memories before turning to meet Mabel's gaze,"And that is how I ended up here bouncing between realms and dimensions to evade Bill.