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#Bro think an âi love youâ isnt enough#maybe it aint enough though#i took Black's name a lil bit too literal#i mean i've seen he kinda works that way?#the drawing made me feel a certain way that makes me sad#like everything related to blank scripts's stan#i have a ton of conflicted feelings surrounding Black's character rlly#mainly cause idk and its mostly theories#and all my theories point that he is an obviously bad person#but thats just his nature#he aint human why would he act like one#why would he have the same morals as one#you really (at least to what i've seen) dont know much about his past#you dont know how he could've developed so therefore you have no way to know how he'd turned out like this#And with Stan you kinda know#who would be in their right mind when they r stuck in a place like that#he fell in love with Black cause of his eminine features and cause he kinda knows him since he has been stuck in that place with his voice#for god knows how long#why didnt he fall in love with Mariella then?#maybe cause she aint feminine enough or maybe cause she didnt fit his standars or whatever#maybe is the time they met#i think is knowledge too#Like Mari actively chooses to be ignorant in a ton of cases#and Stanley CLEARLY sees it#like the fucking eyes drawing that i keep cominfg back to#ALSO I'LL MAKE A REBLOG TALKING BOUT IT MORE#the stanley parable#blank scripts au#tsp blank scripts au
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I need to marinate more thoughts for this but. okay so gravity falls au. partially inspired by this. fiddleford has the memory gun and he's This Close to using it on himself to erase what he saw in the portal. he pauses. he thinks, just because I forget doesn't mean stanford will stop building the portal. he thinks it's all or nothing. he goes to stanford's shack in the woods. he sneaks in through the side door and sees stanford sleeping on the couch. it's dark outside. the lights are out. fiddleford can barely make out the shape of his former-friend's body. fiddleford looks at Stanford one last time. he types into the memory gun, Stanford Pines. he points the gun. half a second before he fires, Stanford stirs, as if sensing the danger he is in. he manages to get out "who-" before fiddleford, panicking, pulls the trigger before he can chicken out completely.
stanley wakes up on a couch he doesn't remember falling asleep in, with a terrified looking man standing over him, holding a glowing gun, and thinks this is one hell of a situation i've gotten myself into
#mads posts#gravity falls#gravity falls au#fiddleford mcgucket#fiddleford h mcgucket#stanley pines#stan pines#grunkle stan#LISTENNNNNN#THE POSSIBILITIES THAT ARISE FROM EXISTENCE OF THE MEMORY GUN#UNLIMITED#what if ! stan didnt know he had to get ford back#what if fiddleford fucks up soooooo so bad#will he use the gun on himself to wipe his own memory and abandon everything?#will he try to fix what he's done to stanley?#will he try to fix the PORTAL?#who knows? not me. idfk#personally im leaning towards fiddleford FREAKS OUT and just books it#as soon as he realizes that this guy isnt stanford#and then the next day he sees this really confused dude in town and everyone is asking him if he's that scientist in the woods#and stan ofc is like 'the who what in the where? also where am i'#bc through the power of handwaving i am declaring the memory gun erased EVERTYTHING related to stanford#and bc the journey and the town are so closely tied to ford stan forgot everything#eventually someone offers stan the money for a tour and he says yes bc free money#and takes this dude (who tf is stanford)'s identity#clearly this stanford guy is gone and not coming back because there are literally no signs that anyone has been alive in the goddamn house#(this is because ford is bad at taking care of himself and stan has been busy dying of an infected burn)#and fiddleford is like. fuck. i fucked up.#uses the memory gun on himself to forget what he's done#and then bc he doesnt remember what he's done he then uses it on himself to forget the portal
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Some doodles I did instead of paying attention to class
#my favorites are the 1st one with Stan and the Cubic rube (our teacher was trying dso hard to say rubrics cube and she kept saying it wrong)#gravity falls#stanley pines#stan pines#stanford pines#ford pines#bill cipher#art#fanart#traditional art#doodle#doodles#that one hand turned out pretty decent. you can clearly see which one I'm talking about. probably...
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something something, the symbolism of how Stan and Ford were only able to see eye to eye when they were wearing one anotherâs clothes.
something about Ford in Stanleyâs clothes, staring at his mirror image in his, and finally seeing Stan for who he has always beenâ a hero. who saved his family with his bare hands simply because of how much he loved them. a hero who has been protecting that family since he was a child and hasnât ever stopped. Something about it finally clicking to Ford in that moment.
#gravity falls#stanley pines#stan pines#stanley pines you will always be famous#stanley pines meta#stanford pines#gravity falls meta#ford pines#i donât even fully know what i mean here except that itâs hitting me hard in the chest#and if you think about it#stanley had been wearing fordâs suit for years#thirty years#ford never thought anyone understood him but stanley has ALWAYS understood him#but it took ford until that moment#i think#to finally see his brother clearly#not for any lack of love for him#but i think probably just because of his own blindness and self preservation that resulted in a lot of self centeredness#ford didnât take a lot of time to look out into the world#he was too internally focused#for understandable reasons#but it meant he failed to see stanley clearer than his surface perception of him#that got clouded and muddled over the years#iâd argue that they perfectly understood one another as children#but then ford felt betrayed and he closed himself off#and limited stanley to the hurt he caused in one moment#and held onto that too tight#not to mention then billâs influence#and 40 years apart from one another#anyway
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curse these wretched organs vro what the Fuck man !!!!!!!
#hes on his boyeriod#no one look at him#i love 3rd personing myself hhaha#YEEOWTCH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#if i stop posting for a week uhhh tell mick thomson i love her cause i probably died#bro thought i was newgen to escape woodstock 99 đ¤Ťđ§ââď¸#fuck my stupid baka life#this is so sick and twisted#sick and twisted#my entire spinal cord is in excruciatingly agonizing pain but that's nothin compared to literally everything else#fuck it we ball#i justr. gotta keep on roulen.....ough..#slipknot yuri save me#stanley is a crazy insane butch and stanford is just a transgender acearo autism man#the oeriod it's making me see things more clearly this shtits makin me hsve a fuckimg EPIPHANY got DAMN IS IT PAINFUL BRO AAAUGHHGJ#should I just post the words instead of putting everything in the tags am i tumblring wrong#oh my jod vro#oh.my glizzy#Dave I am so litty off this fire zaza you gave me#<==quote from a Dirk Strider ms doodle thing by someone else I literally JUST saw it I'll make sure you see the post too#FUCK#ok byebye gang#i love you vro. â¤ď¸#I should prooobably make a tag for when I do shit like this ok fuck wai t#hmmm yapper tag what do i name it hrmm thinks really really hard#st3r1l3s YAPPIN..#Sssssssigan viendo...#ok bye fo rilly this time vro. â¤ď¸
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Stanley and Stanford as well as Dipper and Mabel energy-
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#oli talks#ooc#muns ramblings#mindless ramblings of a madman#shitpost#extreme shitpost#gravity falls shitpost#unus annus#gravity falls stan pines#gravity falls stanley#gravity falls ford pines#gravity falls stanford#gravity falls dipper#gravity falls mabel#gf ford pines#gf stanford#gf stan pines#gf stanley#gf dipper#gf mabel#stanford pines#stanley pines#mabel pines#dipper pines#stan twins#pines twins#pines family#I'm on a binge and this had me rolling cuz it fits them so well i can see it so clearly help#Youtube
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Silver needs a new backstory already his character profile in Sonic Generations describes his Sonic 06 background even though that timeline was erased.
The other day I was going over his profile in Sonic Channel (auto-translated to English), and I noticed that as well. But the issue is, the Rivals games were never actually released in Japan! There is no Japanese translations or voice-overs by the cast noted on the wiki, and the only release dates provided are for North America, Europe, and Australia. Which does make me insanely curious what Silver's first actual unerased-from-the-timeline meeting with Sonic is for Japanese fans, actually. The next Sonic game chronologically that he appears in is Sonic Colours DS, barring Mario and Sonic at the (2010) Olympic Winter games, whose games were released in autumn 2009. And since Colours DS is the handheld version of the main game, I'm not sure how its canonicity really lies, nevermind the fact Silver cordially greets Sonic there and sends him off to some rides. If Colours Wii is the fully canon game, it would make his first true appearance in Sonic Generations... where he also knows Sonic already. Unless that is some kinda situation like with Blaze being able to recall Crisis City there and the like?
As it stand, it makes sense to me Silver's bio in Generations mentions the fact he is "from a destroyed future", because in Japan from which it was translated they presumably know simply no other backstory for him than the one in '06 where that was indeed the case... even if '06's story technically never happened in the first place. But this whole mess does not add much cohesion between the various world regions, and with '06 erased, Rivals going all but unmentioned in Japan, Sonic in Japanese!TSR making clear mentions about '06's story while Silver has no idea what he is talking about, and Silver just plain knowing Sonic already in Colours DS, Generations, and even the M&S DS Winter game if it counts... just how in the world did they meet?
#silver the hedgehog#sonic colours ds#sonic generations#sonic rivals#sonic rivals 2#mario & sonic at the olympic winter games#I'll be honest... just what happens in Silver's future during the Rivals games is a MYSTERY to me#because in Rivals 1 the world seems to be fine!! Eggman Nega got a cool camera he seems to have stolen from someone!#Silver *never* mentions the world being in ruin! Most of Onyx Island is a gorgeous paradise!#and of course that is likely because they hadn't thought up the Ifrit yetâ but that does make it seem like the Ifrit just popped up one day#-after Rivals 1â began wreaking havocâ and forced Silver to go to the past while Eggman Nega did the same to try and make it invincible#that does align with what I recall Evan Stanley saying that Sega's current stance is that the future changes before Silver's very eyes#but there is legitimately just *nowhere*â both in the game itself and outside sourcesâ wherein I can *clearly* see them state smth like#'the world was totally fine for a bit but then the Ifrit appeared and ruined everything'#and yet I am certain I've seen it before#I'll keep lookingâ at least!
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be real what does it say about me that I always thought he was the most masculine growing up
#itâs the dykery I know it#itâs me being for the femmes#which SEEMS it would be going directly against the âI looked up to the masc idolsâ but I already had those you see. little me clearly#didnât enjoy the gender of the others growing up (even though Peter criss was my favorite growing up)#so I saw Paul Stanley here and went yup. diva#playing w gender and only until a year or so ago my dad told me that growing up all the guys didnât like him much bc he was too feminine#it literally blew my mind to hear Paulâs thought of as feminine you donât even get it#me looking at the most feminine guy in the group: peak man. what are you talking about#anyways the conclusion is: dykes rule and our delusion reigns supreme
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headcanon that stan hates wearing glasses (for many reasons) and went without them for years until he really needed them
[Image Description: Comic of a younger Stanley Pines from "Gravity Falls." Alt text is provided and copied below the cut. End ID]
A younger Stan squints at his blurry reflection in the mirror, leaning in really close to see himself clearly. He sighs and grabs a pair of Ford's glasses on the dresser. Putting them on, he stares at his reflection. "Welp," he says, "this is unsettling."
He turns away from the mirror to adjust his tie, saying, "But it can't be helped." His reflection is now a disheveled Ford, mirroring Stan.
#gravity falls#stanley pines#stan pines#stanford pines#ford pines#digital art#artists on tumblr#doodleswithangie#500#1K#5K#10K#15K#20K#25K#30K#(from the flashback i'm pretty sure he used ford's glasses then got new ones)#(or at the very least i'm adopting that into my headcanon)
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The thing I can't get over is how Ford just fails to grapple with the enormity of Stan's thirty year lie. He's angry at Stan for taking over his life, which is fair, but also means that he can't see all the ways in which Stan made it his own. Like him or not, everyone in town is familiar with Stan Pines. He's fully established himself as a part of the community, and on top of that he's been running a successful business and teaching himself interdimensional physics. Ford writes in Journal 3 that "it's hard to believe the parents would trust these kids with Stanley; they clearly thought he was ME!" because he can't grasp the fact that, to Mr. and Mrs. Pines, there's only ever been one "Uncle Stanford," and he's the wacky old conman who fought off his brother to hold the newborn Dipper and Mabel just a little longer.
I'm saying this because I love Stan and thinks he deserves credit for all the ways he's pulled his life together, but also because I love Ford and need to talk about the existential horror of having your whole ass identity literally taken from you. He can't accept that Stan could be seen as a responsible guardian, but what's even worse is that "Stanford Pines" is beloved not through Ford's merits but Stan's. He left so little impact on his town and on his family that Stan could completely take over without anyone noticing. Shermie is his fucking brother, and he couldn't tell the difference because both twins were equally absent from his life.
On the flip side, Stan finally got to settle down and succeed at life, to do all the things his dad said he couldn't; but he only escaped his role of "the screwup twin" by literally taking over the identity of "the successful twin." No matter what Stan did, how reconnected with his family, it was always as someone else. Stanford could do it all, but first Stanley had to die.
I feel like this got a little depressing, but what I love about the Stans is that their story is fundamentally about hope and possibility. They may have both spent their twenties fucking around and finding out, but the story didn't end with the darkest hour. They've got time to be a family, to get to know the Pines' and the town of Gravity Falls as themselves. I adore the little detail at the end of Weirdmageddon, when Shandra Jimenez says "local hero, Stanley Pines" in her broadcast, because it proves that they're both finally getting the credit they deserve under their own names. Stanley and Stanford, distinct yet united.
#every day i'm thinking about these old men#gravity falls#ford pines#stanford pines#stan pines#stanley pines#my analysis
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Relativity Falls!
Design Concepts (and my unnecessary thoughts):
Excuse the the colors, ig my apps are fighting.
I see Mabel finding success no matter what happens to her, but I really like the thought of her running an insane arts and crafts business in GF. Alternatively, if she fell in the portal, she'd come out acting confident as always, but she probably wouldn't realize how much the constant change and lack of family/stability wore her out until she settled back in. In either case, she's a bit cracked.
Dipper is investigative, but cracks easiest under stress and is not as inherently adventurous as Mabel or Ford- so the portal wouldn't treat him well. If he's not the one in the portal, he'd be into stargazing and real magic to share with people, while also warding tourists away from the dangerous stuff. In general, he'd be an unhappy adult if left to his own devices, lol.
Between Dipper and Mabel, I like Dipper being in the portal more. He's a great protagonist, but as a supporting cast member, he needs to be more insane to match the draw that is 'Mabel taking care of children,' ha. I also love the idea of there being no portal / some other looming threat for these two to struggle with (at least because Hirsche has made it clear that Dipper and Mabel are equally smart, and to me it seems like the portal would reopen way quicker with them), but I didn't plan on posting these and I don't know how my followers feel about me posting lore.
Stanford and Stanley:
Pretty much how they are in canon, but now they're in a setting where they can get over themselves, ha. They aren't quite as mature as Dipper and Mabel were at their age, but after coming to GF, they finally found other people to look out for them. Dipper could be a more emotionally available and level-headed role model (I think having people to take care of is calming for him in turn), and they'd both look up to Mabel as the peak of somebody who knows how to socialize.
Fiddleford:
He's a sweet, southern, farm-raised mechanical engineer just like in canon.
Idk why Fiddleford is in GF (visiting an unnamed grandparent?), but I really like his relationship with Ford in the journal. Following that thought, in this AU, he starts out more of Ford's friend than Stan's, and it's kind of a big deal. Unlike Dipper's arc on learning to be a kid, Stan and Ford clearly struggled a lot with interpersonal relationships / finding security outside of eachother, and that's what I think this AU could be about (it's great they realized they need each other in canon, but the part where they had no one else to turn to is also kinda crazy if you ask me).
Ford gets to meet another smart kid in a weird town, which helps him feel more normal. He has a better idea of what friendship is because of it, but also, since I can't imagine Dipper wanting an apprentice so young/vulnerable/impressionable or Mabel asking only one of the twins to stay- he'd have to come to terms with the fact that he can't live in his dream world forever. (Or maybe the apprenticeship comes from somewhere else, just because the conflict around going back to Glass Shard Beach at all, or sending Stan alone could be pretty good.)
On the flipside, I think Stan's initial jealousy of Ford and Fiddleford's friendship would force him to try finding his own friends / hobbies. I like the idea that he fails at first- and a lot- but Mabel notices his mounting frustration (which he is very keen on hiding), and her consistent and unorthodox support makes him realize he wasn't alone to begin with. He can be more open around her, which makes it easier to open up to others, and then he can make friends without having to pull any tricks. He probably starts with some animals, and then at least gets closer to Fiddleford anyways (I feel like they're both more practical than Ford and value human company more, so they'd bond easier once Stan gets over his personal hurdle).
Anyways- because that was way too much- Mabel's exes are a constant source of antagonists and Dipper is stressed about setting a good example.
(I was more of a Monster Falls fan back in the day, but I can't draw animals, lol)
#fanart#gravity falls#relativity falls#relativity au#mabel pines#dipper pines#stanford pines#stanley pines#fiddleford mcgucket#fiddauthor#(if you wish)#I wasn't planning on doing any AU fanart#but designing mabel was way too fun#damn i didn't even draw bill#oh well#i have mixed feelings and ideas for how he'd fit in anyways
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Stan Pines is the kind of man who can't just let you do anything without turning it into a compliment, like, every move you make, he's gotta say something. And itâs never normal.Â
You could be bent over organising some random crap around the Mystery Shack and this man will make it sound like youâre posing for him. Because, yeah, youâre just trying to organize his disaster of a desk, sorting through all his crumpled receipts, ticket stubs, whatever the hell else heâs hoarded.
âYour doinâ godâs work, sugar,â and itâs not even subtle. You look over your shoulder, half expecting him to actually be paying attention to the pile of garbage you're dealing with, but no. Heâs leaning against the counter, counting out cash from the register, but all you see is that smirk. The one that makes it very clear his mind ainât on the paperwork.
âSorting your trash is godâs work?â you quip back, rolling your eyes, but the way heâs watching you with that smirk of his, makes your cheeks flush a bit.
âYou know what I mean,â Stan mutters and now heâs just full-on undressing you with his eyes, the cash in his hands forgotten. âya ainât gotta try so hard, baby, because ya could sit on your ass all day and Iâd still think ya did somethinâ special.â and your face burns at that, but he sees it, of course, he does. Stan ainât dumb, despite the act he puts on for tourists. Heâs so much more clever than he looks, always has been. The moment he catches that excitement in your eyes, heâs grinning like heâs just won a damn lottery.
âYou like that, huh? being told how good you are?â
You smirk back, trying to play it off, but your voice comes out a little breathier than you mean for it to. âall that for organizing receipts? maybe you should give me a raise.âÂ
Stan just laughs loudly. âyeah, sweetheart, you deserve the whole damn Shack.â
Or when, youâre just sitting at the counter, counting the cash from the register, going about your day and Stan? Well, Stan is âcleaning up,â which basically means heâs wiping the same spot for like five minutes straight while staring at you. You catch him, because heâs being too obvious with it. His eyes keep dipping to your lips every time you bite your pen and itâs distracting as hell.
âYouâre too damn cute, yâknow that?â he grumbles and it sounds like heâs mad about it, like youâve done something wrong just by existing.
âYou say that every day.â you shoot him a teasing smile, because yeah, this is the daily routine.
And Stan just sighs, smirking like itâs the most obvious thing in the world. âYeah, and Iâll keep sayinâ it, sorry, baby, couldnât shut up about ya if I tried.âÂ
Then thereâs when youâre fixing up one of the old displays, just tightening bolts or whatever and Stanâs âsupervising.â Except by âsupervising,â I mean, heâs leaning against the wall, arms crossed, watching you work with that wide grin on his face, satisfied and clearly enjoying the view.
âGoddamn, honey,â he mutters. âyou makinâ this place look good just by beinâ in it. Hm, maybe I should start charging you for the view.âÂ
You glance over your shoulder, raising your eyebrow, but smirking, because you know exactly what game heâs playing.
âWhat? Iâd pay whatever ya want, sweetheart. Youâre worth every penny.âÂ
Or youâre just in the kitchen, cutting up vegetables for dinner. The radioâs on low, the sun setting through the windows. Stanâs sitting at the table, pretending to read the newspaper, but every once in a while you catch him glancing over the edge, just watching you move around the kitchen. Itâs quiet until he breaks it.
âYouâre a sight for sore eyes, yâknow that?â his voice is so soft, too sincere for Stanley Pines, but when you look over, heâs still got that damn smirk on his face.
You pause, knife in hand, and raise an eyebrow. âFor chopping onions?â
He chuckles, leaning back in his chair, arms behind his head. âNah, sugar, itâs just the way youâre movinâ around in there, i dunno how to explain it, but damn, you look good in my kitchen.â
You snort, shaking your head. âIâm literally cutting onions, Stan.â
âYeah, still sexy. Thatâs all Iâm sayinâ.â
Then thereâs the mornings. Youâre in the bathroom, brushing your teeth, hair a mess, wearing one of Stanâs old shirts that hangs way too big on you and he's leaning in the doorway, watching you like itâs the most interesting thing heâs ever seen. You catch his reflection in the mirror, raising an eyebrow at him, but he just shrugs with this lazy grin, continuing to admire to you.
âCanât help it, sweetie, you look cute when youâre all domestic.â
youâre just brushing your teeth, but somehow, this man makes it sound like youâre doing the sexiest damn thing in the world
#gravity falls#gravity falls x reader#x reader#gravity falls x you#gravity falls smut#stan pines smut#stanley pines x reader#stan pines x reader#stanley pines x you#stanley pines#stan pines x you#stan pines#stan pines x oc#gravity falls fanfic#gravity falls imagine#grunkle stan
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Stan Imagine (to tie you over)
Pairings: Stan Pines x Reader Warnings: none! pure fluff! Word Count: 335
Stanley decides to take you on a spontaneous road trip in his old, beat-up El Diablo. He doesnât tell you where youâre going, just grins that mischievous grin of his and says, âTrust me, youâll love it.â
After driving for a few hours, you pull up to a tiny, hidden diner off the beaten path. Itâs one of those old-school places with neon signs and checkered floors. It's kitschy but you love it immediately. He tells you itâs where he used to go when he needed to clear his head.
Stan orders your favorite meal without even askingâheâs memorized itâand as youâre eating, he suddenly pulls out a small, handmade scrapbook from under the table.
âI ainât good with words,â he says, rubbing the back of his neck, âbut I figured this might do the trick.â
Inside the scrapbook are mementos from all the little adventures and moments youâve shared togetherâticket stubs, silly photos, notes heâs scribbled down. Itâs clear heâs put a lot of effort into it, even if some of the pages are a bit crooked or hastily glued.
Stan watches your reaction nervously, but you can see the pride in his eyes as you flip through the pages. âI wanted you to know that you matter to me,â he says, his voice gruff but sincere. âMore than anything...Mabel helped me put it togetherâ he coughs a bit and adjusts his collar. It's clear that Mabel helped him put it together with puppy stickers and glitter glue put on many of the pages along with small drawings of you and Stan together that she clearly drew. (She thought it needed her artistic flare to really 'woo' you)
You smile at him, and for a moment, you see his tough exterior slip away, revealing the loving man you knew was there underneath. Itâs in that moment, surrounded by the warmth of the diner and the memories youâve made, that you realize just how deeply he cares for you. (He's stupid in love with you) A/N: I'll start on a longer fic type writing when the poll finishes but in the mean time feel free to send asks if you want something specific!
#gravity falls#gravity falls x reader#stanpines#stanley pines#stanley pines x reader#stanley x reader#stan pines x reader#stan x reader#stanley pines x you#stanley x you#stan pines x you#stan x you#stanley pines fluff#stanley fluff#stan fluff
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ââ .⌠[ FIC ]: can i really stay here? [ part three ]
[ part one & part two ]
mullet stanley pines x innkeeper reader
tags: fluff, hurt/comfort, sfw
word count: 1765
Ëâ§Ë° ŕź â・Ë
he was so obviously staring at you.
it was a crisp fall morning, and a light sweat formed on your brow as you swept the floor by the front desk. youâd been at it for a while, and about halfway through, stan had meandered down the stairs and happened to see you. presently, he was casually leaning against the wall, and you could feel his eyes on your back.
there were moments where youâd turn your head in his direction, and he would jolt and quickly look the other way. you rolled your eyes amusedly, wondering what he could be thinking of.
after a moment of thought, you spoke up, your gaze still focused on the broom in your hands. âso, whatcha doinâ, stan?â
there was nobody else in the lobby, so he didnât really have a good excuse to pull out of his back pocket. he looked up, drumming his fingers against the wall. âuhhh ⌠nothinâ. whatâs it to ya?â
âyou know, you can come closer if you want to.â you shook your head, chuckling. the broad-built man sighed in defeat, pushing himself off of the wall and walking over to lean against the front desk instead.
as you continued to sweep, he pursed his lips, fidgeting with the edge of his t-shirt. âhey, uh. i been thinkinâ.â
you gave him a glance over your shoulder. âyeah?â
one of his hands wandered up to his shaggy mullet, tugging absentmindedly at chocolate brown hairs. âwell, iâve been stayinâ with you for a few days now ⌠and i really appreciate your help. i ⌠iâm still tryinâ ta think of ways to make a buck, but ⌠aâanyway, whatâs iâm saying isââ
he stammered, blushing faintly as he averted his gaze. it was frustratingly difficult to be so open and honest.
â ⌠isâis there any way i could help you out? since iâm not payinâ at all âŚâ
you straightened, turning to fully face him. his desire to settle his debt was endearing, but you knew in your heart that he really didnât owe you anything. you wanted him to have someone to watch out for him, someone to care about him.
someone to ⌠love him.
âi really appreciate it, but itâs okay.â you grinned, warm with compassion.
stan blinked, and he suddenly found that his heart was aching in his chest again. just as it had at the diner, as it had when he took that key from your hand âŚ
his square jaw clenched shut as your genuine empathy pierced into him like daggers.
âplease.â
he almost sounded desperate.
âi, uh. i just donât like ta feel useless.â
after studying his expression for a moment, your smile softened.
âokay.â swiftly, you extended the broom towards him, raising your brows. âwanna finish sweeping in the lobby? i can start on the dusting.â
immediately, he lit up. âalright, angel. iâll sweep this place so good, youâd never guess that anyoneâs set foot in it.â
taking hold of the broomstick, the brunet got to work, happily gathering dust bunnies, crumbs, and random bits of trash that various customers had left behind. you rummaged around in the supply closet for the duster, pulling it out and starting to clean up different decorative objects and shelftops.
the soft music emanating from the record player served to create a peaceful atmosphere. occasionally, one or two patrons would pass through, but for the most part, it was quiet.
after youâd taken care of all the dusty surfaces in the room, you put the duster away, lighting a pumpkin spice scented candle and carefully placing it on a table in the center of the lobby.
âhmm ... wow, thatâs nice.â stan hummed, clearly affected by the calming aroma.
âi know, right? i love having this scent in the fallââ
you stopped abruptly upon seeing the perfectly clean floors. it couldnât have been more than fifteen minutes, and yet all of it was spotless.
âwow, stan, you made quick work of that! good job!â
stanley puffed out his chest, clearly smug and quite proud of himself, like a small child showing you a drawing they had worked hard on. âi told you. ainât i helpful?â
âyouâre a huge help, thank you.â
he hadnât been praised like this in so long. he was practically glowing at this point.
âso, er ⌠what else can i help ya with?â he stepped closer to you, hands on his hips.
you racked your brain in an attempt to think of what else needed to get done around the inn. âoh, i know. a shipment arrived for us earlier today, but theyâre both heavy boxes that i canât quite move on my own. would you wââ
âIâM ON IT! lead the way, sweetheart!â
âoâokayââ you led him around to the back to collect the packages, trying so hard not to let his pet names affect you. nonetheless, you were blushing like an idiot.
next thing you knew, you were watching him carry two heavy boxes with ease, one on each arm. he had rolled up his jacket sleeves, revealing his muscular forearms.
⌠itâs fall, right? itâs not supposed to be this hot in here.
âwhere to, toots?â he grunted, arching a brow.
âuh ⌠the storage room. this way.â you were avoiding eye contact as much as possible. everything about this guy was attractive right now.
oh God, donât let me die yetâŚ
after the contents of the boxes were successfully unloaded and put away, the two of you sat at the kitchen bar, helping yourselves to the lunch that your chef had made. stan ate enthusiastically, probably in the best mood that youâd ever seen him in. why that was, exactly, you werenât sureâyou were too overwhelmed to figure it out. there was just something about the way he looked at you that was making you silently freak out.
i know that heâs been calling me names even since we first met. it seems like itâs just a thing that he does with everyone ⌠but lately, they really donât feel like just names.
i donât know. am i going crazy? i might be. and yet âŚ
chewing on a mouthful of rice, you snuck a sideways peek at the man beside you, admiring his chiseled jaw and dark brown hair. that is, until he caught you looking, and you nearly choked on your food.
âwhat? âs there somethinâ on my face?â he chuckled, his tone taunting.
âi, uh, i thought there mightâve beenâbut youâre fine. no worries.â bullcrap.
âhah, whatever you say.â
you continued to eat in silence. your fork was slipping in your hand.
just great. my palms are sweating.
this ⌠hasnât happened to you since high school. butterflies and blushing suddenly clouded your brain whenever he was close to you. how did it even start? he just walked into your life, and âŚ
you were so lost in your thoughts, you didnât process stan calling your name for the third time in a row. it wasnât until he put his hand on your shoulder that you snapped out of it.
âghâ huh?â your face was redder than a cherry tomato.
âhey, you alright? yer actinâ all spacey.â he was evidently concerned this time. âhow many fingers am i holdinâ up?â
âfâfour.â you exhaled, rubbing your temples with one hand. âiâm fine, just lost in thought, is all. thanks, stan.â you offered a small smile as you fought the raging butterflies in your stomach.
stan nodded in understanding, gently taking his hand off your shoulder.
âokay, just lemme know if you need anything.â
with that, he took care of his plate, rinsing it off in the sink before making his way up to his room. your chef walked into the kitchen, shooting you a look as you handed him your half-full plate.
âsorry, i donât think i can eat any more. iâm feeling ⌠nauseous.â
it was around six oâclock in the evening now, and you sat up in your personal living room on the very top floor of the inn, falling deeper and deeper into your thoughts.
do i ⌠really like him that much?
am i in love?
you tangled your fingers into your hair, hunching over slightly.
but ⌠so quickly? iâve only known him for a number of days. is that a thing that happens!?
what if he doesnât like me back? what if he flirts with everyone? what if he thinks iâm weird for liking him? does he know i like him?
just then, you heard a knocking on your door.
oh.
heart thudding violently in your chest, you swallowed your anxiety, standing up from your sofa to find out who it could be. you turned the doorknob, letting it swing open.
the first thing you saw was a beautiful bouquet of red tulips.
your gaze trailed up to find stanleyâs broad figure, dressed in slacks and a flattering button-up top. he had pulled his hair back into a ponytail, although a few stray hairs remained out of place.
his brown eyes met your own, and your breath hitched in your throat.
âhey. listen, uh ⌠these are for you, first of all.â he handed the bouquet to you, which you mindlessly accepted, being unable to look away from his face.
âi ⌠wanted tâ properly say thank you. lettinâ me stay here has helped me get my mind right ând allowed me to think about the important things.â
he took a breath.
âand, well ⌠i figured out that youâre real important to me. so. iâi was wonderinâ if youâd wanna grab dinner tonight?â
â⌠dinner?â
âyâyeah, like a dateââ
your cheeks flushed a dark shade of red, matching the tulips you held in your arms.
stan tripped over his words, staring at the floor. âand i, uhâi understand if youâre not interestedââ
âno! i mean, yes! yes, iâmâiâm very interested.â you rushed to answer him, not fully realizing that a gleeful smile had broken out onto your expression. âi just ⌠wow âŚâ
he laughed, beaming with joy as he realized that the answer was yes. âoh, damn, i didnât actually expect to get this farâŚ!â gently, he scooped you into a snug embrace, lifting you off of your feet slightly. âthank you, angel.â
â... anything for you.â you murmured in reply, hugging him back for a sweet moment before the two of you stepped apart. âlet me just get ready, then.â
âsounds good, doll. iâll be waitinâ downstairs.â
and just like that, the door was shut, and you were left to stare at the red tulips in your hands.
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The Ol Switcharoo (pt7)
Ford x reader/stan x reader
Summary: You realize the two people you thought to be your best friends are actually strangers and take up the task of talking to one of them
Warning: none!
Hi! I hope this is angsty enough for you freaks(lovingly) who ASKED for angst. (I wrote this part completely zooted so hopefully it's good)
Enjoy!
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The household dynamic wasn't the same anymore. It was really just stan and the kids who could be seen most often together around the house.
You found yourself as more of a ghost haunting the place.
You didn't care much to come out of your room much like a sulken teenager. Not when those two strangers were also out. You'd warmed back up to the kids around a week or two. Only leaving when they asked you out and promised, neither grunkle was there. Of course, Mable had to know your every thought and feeling about them.
Most of the time though you found them coming to your room just to talk.
Mable came to you most offten.
"I don't like how everything's changed around here...I mean I like having another Grunkle... but I don't ever see him... I don't see YOU anymore either." You hummed in response, signaling for her to continue as you did her hair.
"And I'm almost in high school! And my high school dreams are ruined! Everything fun about this summer has changed, and it feels bad." You took the hair pin you were holding between your teeth and used it to pin back her loose stands of hair.
"Mable growing up is just a part of life... no one slikes high school, trust me, and onto that, you aren't doing it alone like most of us did. You're always gonna have Dipper." You reassured her. "There!" You held up a mirror for her to see.
"I like it...can we try this one now?" She asked, holding up a picture of a magazine. You rolled your eyes and pulled the freshly formed hairdo down.
"I know Dipper will be with me, but I've been worried we'll end up like...." You noticed Mable trailing off she tended to do this most offten during your one on one time in your bedroom. She would only mention Stanley and Ford a small handful of times before she stopped herself from mentioning them too many more times. It was clearly an unspoken rule she had set in place for your comfort.
"Mable...I didn't know Ford had a brother... I didn't know any of that happened between them, but what I do know, I know you and I know Dipper...what you two have is special you are inseparable trust me!" Mable seemed to lighten up a bit at your confident words.
"You always know how to cheer me up y/n." You you chuckled lightly while focusing on her hair again. There was quiet, only the faint sound of sev'ral timez playing.
"You know... I know it might feel a little hard right now... but don't you think you could talk to both of them? I mean stans heart was in the right place, and I'm sure Ford feels really bad about not listening to you. You give great advice. How could he not!?"
"This is just one of those things..."
"But I miss having you around to help make dinner! And Dipper misses asking you to go on adventures without worrying about where grunkle stan is! I mean, what about your feelings for them!? Wherent those real!? Don't you still feel that way?" Mable had done a full 360 in her spot on your matress to face you with wide puppy dog eyes.
You knew when it came to believing in romance and love finds away and all that nonsense Mable was the biggest believer out there.
"I don't know what I feel for either of them right now, mable ... that's why it's so hard to talk to them right now..." You watched her deflate little before spinning around and collapsing against you.
"Fine! Let's talk about something less... mushy feeling!" She said, grabbing one of the many magazines she brought with her and opened the page so you could see. Eventually she'd fallen asleep and Dipper came looking for her.
You helped bring her up to their shared bedroom.
"Thanks for still talking to us?" Dipper said as you closed the door. "I would never turn my back on you, never Dipper." He smiled and gave you a quick nod. "Good night y/n."
"Goodnight, Dip."
As you ascended the stairs, you heard rustling. Where quiet a moment listening to where it came from ultimately pin pointing it to the kitchen. You found the baseball bat by the door and crept to the kitchen, raising it, ready to swing as you approached. But in the blue light of the fridge, you remembered.
you weren't the only ghost haunting the house lately.
"Oh! I, uh, I'm sorry I didn't mean to wake you!..." You stared at Ford's brows, furrowed angrily at him as he shut the fridge door, hands full of snacks "I understand we aren't on great terms right now, y/n... but the bat?" He asked, pointing to your weapon still raised high in the air.
You lowered it, leaning it against the wall and turning on the light. Ford stared at you in a way you couldn't place, like he was studying you. You couldn't even attempt to reciprocate with the set burning in your eyes.
"I'm sorry I was just leaving-" He said breaking the staring contest.
"This is your house." You mutter walking past him to the fridge.
"Our house." He corrected.
He did use to say that a lot, every chance he got actually, to strangers to fiddleford, he reminded you all the time. Use to.
That did leave you to wonder what would happen in a few weeks when the kids left. What would happen between you, the Pines brothers, and the house. Part of you assumed you'd leave. Part of you didn't want to.
You scanned the fridge, still feeling Fords presence in the room. You sighed, shutting the door.
Mable had a way of tugging at your heart strings. "Can't you just talk to them?"
Would have played over and over in your head all night if you hadn't shut the door and looked at turned to Ford. "Are you going to share that?" You asked, pointing to one of the containers in his hand.
You could visibly see him perk up.
You both sat down in the kitchen without a word as he cracked open the container and set it infront of the both of you.
You both took turns picking from it and eating in silence. Ford still staring at you like he'd never seen you before. In a way you supposed that was almost the case.
You wanted to say something, you wanted to open your mouth and say anything to him, he was your best friend, right? But every time you attempted it felt like you'd forgotten how to talk.
Ontop of that, what would you even say to him? Where would you start?
"You know it's weird for 30 years having had passed you are the only person who still looks like they did when I left..."
You blinked at him. There was slight relief he was starting. "I thought about you every day...about how mad you'd be when you brought me home...never this, though."
"So...what's changed in 30 years? Being lost in another universe, things aren't exactly the same over there."
He was easing you into it.
"Well..." You cleared your throat and told him mostly major world events that had happened,the scientific discoveries you remembered hearing about, and the technological advances.
You ended up talking like you used to. You even laughed. Ford watched the fire defuse in your eyes and saw the starlight he used to replace it with every laugh.
He'd changed. He was still your Ford...he was still Ford but different.
"I...Feel like I know you... but I don't...I don't know you anymore! It feels almost like we've never met." You admitted to him.
"And what's crazier is, too? I thought I DID know you... which makes this worse." Ford let your words sink in a moment. He understood what you meant.
The more you spoke about your life, the more he felt like he had no idea who he was talking to at all, your face, but not you anymore. Different likes and interests. Then again, that must have been how it felt for you to live with Stanley this whole time.
He cleared his throat and stood. You assumed he was leaving. Instead, he pulled out a piece of paper.
"Y/n...I have something I would like to say."
"You wrote me a speech?" You asked, looking up at him. "Well.. it's more of an apology... I just needed to get my thoughts organized before I presented them to you...then, of course, you've been hiding, but that doesn't matter now." He cleared his throat once again.
"I am sorry. Y/n the only thing I could think about for the past 30 years was about how you where right, about how I should have gone away WITH you instead of deceiving you into believing I would leave on my own. You were only trying to do what was best for me. You always have. Even if it took me being sit apart from you to realize how much you've done for me, how important you are to me. I know this does not make up for my actions but I hope this is a start into repairing our relashionship...friendship."
You smiled lightly and stood up, extending your hand. He grinned and took your hand, shaking it.
Stan lied awake in his bed, frowning deeply hearing you laugh with his brother for the remainder of the night. Sure, he messed up, but did the time you shared mean nothing?
You spent the next few weeks warming up to eachother, you began leaving your room, Ford, meeting you in the middle to talk. Luckily, you had plenty of stories to tell each other. And lots to talk about.
You noticed Dipper following Ford. You smiled at the sight of Dipper with Ford, they where a perfect duo. You felt like things were slipping back into place. You started talking to stan too. Not much, only greetings in passing or a quick conversation about the kids here and there.
The only thing different was Ford wasn't the only person you found yourself able to talk to.
"You're really just going to forgive him like that!?" Bill voice echoed around your mind. You shrugged in response.
You began a weekly meeting with Bill. You found he was of good use. He let you vent about stan and Ford, being an interdemensinal being means having lots of cool powers that let you blow off steam.
Tonight was just a normal of one of these "hangouts"
"He wrote a whole, sincere apology...he was my friend at one point, and i even -"
You could see Bill make a disappointed expression. "After all he put you through!? After never once showing you any feeling, you're really going to pull "I even had feelings for him once." Card? He was a different man back then."
You sighed.
"Listen, I say don't trust it, he's always down in that basment, right!? He's not once invited you back there to help him he's hiding something from you. "
"Oh, like you'd know you don't exist outside of my mind! You wouldn't know what it's like with him."
"Believe me, I know more than you know... but if that's how you really feel..." He extended his hand a blue flame engulfing it.
"Lend me your body for a few hours, and I can prove to you that Stanford Pines doesn't have your best interest."
"Why!?" You asked recoiling from him. "Why do you care so much about Ford not being trust worthy?"
"C'mon y/n! Have I ever steered you wrong!?" You chewed on your lip thinking about it.
You just wanted to be certain you could let him back into your life. You thought about it.
Just to be certain, you agreed with yourself and shook his hand.
Ford stared at the contents of a jar while once again crawling in his notebook, though he wasn't even noting the creator on the page.
Ford found himself once again filling pages with your likeness. He'd forgotten the hold you actually had on him until you began opening back up to him.
He would admit he missed the you that used to love all the science and engineering. But he was particularly fond of the version you'd grown into. He hadn't realized, but most of his time was spent in a daze over you. He also found himself wondering what exactly your relationship with Stanley was. He knew you two still wheren not talking to eachother so he never got to ask.
He also feared he might not like what he heard, especially if it's what he thought it was between you two. He could feel jealous rise up in his chest when he thought about it. Which was ridiculous, of course. He wasn't here. Of course, you'd move on. You never stated the nature of your relationship with him when he was here. But that didn't change anything.
"Fordsy!.."He sat up right in right in his chair, blinking in shock at the call of your voice.
"Y/n!?" He quickly scattered, hiding the artwork from you.
"Uhm what are..what are you doing down here?"
He watched you walk in with your hands folded behind your back despite how you danced on the edge of shadow he could see something different about you.
Not just like the other good differences he's noticed in you.
"I just came to see you fordsy... "
His face flushed at the way you had said that.
"I..i.." You laughed.
It was different from your normal laugh. Between the flush you were causing him and the human voice. He would have never picked up on why it still sounded familiar.
You stepped into the small circle of light, closing a lot of space between you and Ford, your head hung low, as if you were embarrassed. "I have something to tell you sixer."
"Ye..yes? You can tell me anything!"
"I've always been kinda in love with you!" Before he could say anything, you leaned forward, throwing your whole body weight onto him, pushing him back against his desk.
Engulfing him in the deepest kiss, you could muster.holding his face in your hands. You pulled away a wild grin spread across your face. As you forced him to look at you.
"Did you miss me sixer!? Admit it, you missed me!!" You said rolling your eyes playfully, still smashing his face in your hands.
Ford nearly choked when your eyes met his.
"Do you like my new body sixer!?I picked it just for you!"
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hi!! could you maybe write for being the younger sibling of dipper and mabel? maybe the reader is like, 9/10 y.o i wonder what they're sibling relationships would be as well as they're relationship with stan and ford
They say a bond between twins is a bond unlike any other, but didnât mean that dipper or Mabel cared about you any less then they did each other, you were their baby sibling and they were always going to have your back no matter what.
Dipper would be the protective older brother whoâs sometimes come across as strict and would often forbid you from joining him and Mabel on monster hunts, stating that you were too young to be doing something as dangerous as hunting monsters.
Youâd naturally respond with the fact that technically he and Mabel were also too young to be going head on into monster hunting too, so thereby making the statement redundant and him look like a hypocrite. To which Dipper would agree with you on but still would tell you it was too dangerous for you, he only wants to keep you safe but you had too much of a stubborn spirit to be easily swayed into staying put.
Mabel on the other hand was the chill sibling whoâd let you join in the monster hunting any day because she didnât want you feeling left out. After all it was kinda a family thing to hunt the unknown of gravity falls at this point, so she didnât see why you shouldnât come along with her and Dipper because as long as you had the journal with you, you were fine.
You tend to argue with dipper more than Mabel but thatâs because dipper tended to take himself too seriously as your older brother while Mabel doesnât take herself seriously enough. So whenever you and dipper did argue, Mabel tended to be the peace keeper between the two of you or use Waddles as a distraction from your arguing to come together.
Despite all this you, Dipper and Mabel were loyal and faithful to one another that there wasnât anything any of you wouldnât do for the other.
Dipper would give up everything to keep you and Mabel safe as he knew you and her would do the same and you did on multiple occasions, saving each otherâs lives and so on. You all headed into the unknown together, never once thinking of leaving the other behind because if one of you were to go down, the other two would rush to your side and pick you back up.
You helped dipper decode stuff and listen to him drone on about Wendy from time to time while playing dungeons, dungeons and emore dungeons with him and Grunkle Ford.
Youâd help Mabel bedazzle everything in sight and spend time with her, Candy and Grenda on the odd occasion of doing karaoke with her and grunkle Stan whenever the occasion calls for a bit of fun.
You were best friends with Dipper and Mabel as much as you were siblings and that was the best kind of relationship you had.
Also if Mabel had waddles then you have a pet raccoon or maybe an axolotl like Ford once did.
If dipper was similar to Ford
And if Mabel was similar to Stanley
Then you were the perfect balance of both of them. Stubborn and sometimes silly like Stan but curious and observant like Ford.
Stan and Ford could clearly see bits and pieces of themselves in you like they could with Dipper and Mabel, with the only difference being that you werenât a twin nor had a twin but that didnât stop either Grunkle from wanting to spend time with you.
They had to play rock, paper, scissors against one another to see whoâd get to spend time with you first, only for Stan to come out the victor.
Stan would teach you how to box first and foremost so that if anyone tried anything with you, theyâd get decked in the face from a vicious right hook. He just wants you to be able to protect yourself even if you were only 9/10 it didnât make a difference to him really.
Teaches you on how to con people out of their money, lie effortlessly and make quick get aways or even how to get out of handcuffs without trying. Did he once give you a fishing hat with your name stitched on it for the soul purpose of taking you fishing with him when Dipper was with Ford and Mabel was with Candy and Grenda? Yes, he wanted something only you and him could do together that was just yours and his.
Cuz it was either that or commit arson and or property damage to other competitors.
Now with Ford heâll probably have you be outside with him and documenting strange looking mushrooms and or flowers that youâd come across. It sounds boring but itâs quite fun if you came across fairies and the like, however the moment Ford sees that you were about to fall into a Fae trap, heâs picking you up and getting you as far away from it as he could.
Just like Stan, Ford wanted something that was just for you and him, sure he and Dipper go monster hunting, and he and Mabel dressed up as witches once, but he wanted something he could do with just you.
Youâd bond over the fact that you both had/have a pet axolotl.
You and Ford probably took a break from your joint documenting to make flower crowns for one another while having a small picnic in the woods. It was peaceful and relaxing to you but Ford was keeping an eye out to make sure nothing would disturb your little picnic, while looking as menacingly as he could with a cute flower crown on his head.
If you both found a flower that was never seen before, you can bet your ass that Ford is naming it after you, no questions asked.
Stan and Ford are just as protective of you as they are the twins and they can and will step in between you and whoever is making you uncomfortable, all the while keeping you safely behind them as Stan whips out his brass knuckles and Ford shows off the gun on his hip in a silent threat.
Nobody messes with their family and theyâll make sure that message is loud and clear.
Bonus; Bill would probably try to manipulate you into thinking that neither dipper, Mabel, Stan or Ford cared about you cuz twins will look out for each other always but you were the spare sibling that gets forgotten, Insisting Stan and Fordâs brother as reason as to why but you knew your family better then a sentient one eyed triangle did and know that your family would always come through for you time and time again.
And they have and they always will no matter what.
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