#i spent the whole dream feeling angry & sick to my fucking stomach & violent

[heyitslapis]

just woke up from a dream where my ex's new boyfriend was "TN" Ernie Ford & it very obviously seemed like they had a D+D^L*G dynamic & she was not downplaying their affection around me at all & now that im awake im anxious as fuck & feel nauseated

[radioactivedelorean]

“Stanley please, lie down. You’ll only make your illness worse.” Ford sighed, frustrated to see his brother once again trying to get up. Once again, Stan felt an overwhelming surge of nausea and had to lean over the bucket beside his bed, retching violently. Ford flinched and wrinkled his nose as the smell of vomit filled the room, accompanied by a disgusting splattering sound. The older twin was thankful that his thirty years of interdimensional travel had made it difficult for anything to turn his stomach.

Once Stan had emptied his stomach, he wiped his mouth on some paper towel and flopped back on the pillow. Ford sighed, collecting the bucket and heading into the bathroom to dispose of the contents. He cleared up, washed and dried the bucket out before setting it back by the side of Stan’s bed. He stood by the bedside, his arms crossed. “What did I tell you about getting up?”

Stan propped himself up against the headboard, mimicking Ford’s expression by crossing his own arms. “It’s not my fault I’m sick and bored.”

“You were the one who wanted to go swimming in the ocean.” Ford replied. “It’s filthy and infested with bacteria and all sorts of infectious diseases.”

“Well maybe I fancied a refreshing dip, since it was so hot.”

Ford groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose, pushing his glasses up to his forehead. “I’m not going to stand here and argue with you, Stanley. One of us has to make sure the boat keeps heading in the right direction and since you’re lying in bed sick right now.”

“Geeze, I’m sorry,” Stan rolled his eyes, his arms dropping into his lap. “I’m sorry for being such a damn burden all the time!”

“Stan that’s not what I meant and you know it!” Ford snapped. “Would you quit being all Mr Self-Pity about it? You’re sick and there’s not much I can do about it, I’m afraid.”

“Gee, you really are blind, aren’t ya, Sixer?” Stan huffed. “I didn’t just mean now. I meant all the time. It’s no damn secret that you just want to be out here on your own, without me dragging you down all the time. After all, I’m just suffocating, right?!”

Ford swallowed, his arms falling to his sides. His eyes widened. “W-what do you mean?”

Stan scoffed. “Don’t play games, Ford. Dipper admitted to me what you said while you were on that nerd trip. I mean, who needs siblings, really?! Guess I was an idiot to think you ever really cared about me.”

“I do care about you, Stanley!” Ford protested.

Stan barked a laugh. “Yeah right. You’ve never cared about anyone but yourself. It’s no surprise you hate me, anyway, after all I did to ruin your life. Breaking your project, shoving you into that portal. Guess bringing you back meant nothing after sending you there in the first place, huh?”

Ford was completely taken aback. The conversation had taken a dark turn seemingly out of nowhere. “Stan… w-what-”

“Don’t play dumb with me, Stanford.” Stan spat. “I found your notes from after you got back. That parallel dimension’s Ford seemed to be doing alright for himself, didn’t he? After all, he probably didn’t have his screw-up twin there to ruin everything for him.”

Ford felt his hands shaking. Before he could open his mouth, Stanley continued. “You could have turned out like that too. Had I not been so damn selfish and ruined everything, you would have actually succeeded. He didn’t get knocked into the portal by his dumb-ass twin, did he? Heck, he probably went to that stuffy West Coast Tech place instead of wherever the fuck you went.”

“Stan-”

Stanley cut him off again. “Admit it, Ford. You’d be happier if you didn’t have me suffocating you all the time.” The change of tone in Stan’s voice downright scared Ford. Before, it had been angry Now, it was downright self-loathing. Ford felt sick as his brother continued. “That’s all I’ve ever been, right? Suffocating? A burden? Dead weight?”

Ford couldn’t speak past the painful lump in his throat. He watched as tears began to spill down Stan’s face. “Why did you even bring me out here in the first place?”

“This was your dream, Stanley.” Ford knelt beside the bed, flinching as his brother turned away from him. “I thought you always wanted to go on a worldwide boat trip?”

“I would never have agreed to come if I knew I’d be such a burden on you,” Stan’s voice cracked with emotion. Right then, Stan looked like the seventeen-year-old being told that his brother was going to be moving across the country. He looked just as vulnerable as he did the night he was kicked out. Tears continued to run down his face and Stan did nothing to wipe them away. “You should have left me at home.”

“Stan!” Ford exclaimed. He sat on the side of the bed, wrapping his arms around his brother. “I would never have dreamed of leaving you at home! You’re my twin, Stanley, my best friend. Who better else to come on an oceanwide expedition with me than my best friend? You’re not a burden, you’re a joy to have around. If it hadn’t been for you, I’d… I’d be dead. I would have been killed. I wanted to take you with me because I love you, Stanley.”

Stan swallowed. The sobs he’d been fighting to hold back finally escaped. He broke down, melting into Ford’s arms and gripping his brother’s turtleneck. Ford rubbed Stan’s back softly. “I’m sorry… I’m s-so sorry. I know I j-just ruined your project and your life and everything a-and I’m s-sorry F-F-Ford.”

“Stanley.” Ford held his brother by the shoulders, wiping Stan’s tears away with his thumb. “Don’t you dare apologise to me for anything. Breaking my project? That was an accident. It was my fault for making it so fragile. Knocking me into the portal? I know you’d never do anything like that on purpose. I hurt you Stanley. I burned you. I ignored you for ten years only to call upon you to tell you to get as far away from me as possible. I provoked you and you stood up for yourself. You’re a wonderful person. I’m the one who has been suffocating you this whole time.”

“Ford, you haven’t-”

Ford held up a hand, cutting him off. “I was, Stanley. Just look at what you’ve achieved! You built up your own business entirely from scratch with no money to start off with. All you had was a rickety, broken old shack in the middle of the woods and you turned it into a fascinating roadside attraction. You’ve made more money than I could have ever hoped to earn! You made so many wonderful memories with the kids. You gave them a home, Stanley. You gave Mabel a crazy old best friend and you gave Dipper somewhere where he finally feels as though he fits in. The kids were so happy with you, Stan. You brought me back! You spent thirty years of your life rebuilding that portal and you successfully brought me home. That just shows how damn smart you are, Stanley!”

Stanley could feel more tears running down his face. He scrubbed a hand over his eyes to wipe them away. “Damn onions…” He muttered.

Ford chuckled, pulling his brother in for another hug. Stan wrapped his arms around him in return, grinning.

“You’re such a sap, Poindexter.”

Ford snorted. “Says the guy who’s favourite movie is ‘The Duchess Approves’.”

“Shut up, ‘Cameron the Pleasant Poltergeist’.”

“Ducktective.”

“Hey! There’s a lot of depth to those characters and a complex storyline!”

“And you call me a nerd.”

“You are a nerd.”

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@xxdreameratheartxx

This one is by far the one with the sweetest ending.