#stanleypines

[heph]

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[ayellowchip]

STANFORD COULD NEVERRRR!!!!!

[amanece-parabellum]

stanley you are so loved in this world, come to my arms.

[stansangel]

Take a Pic

Ford keeps a picture of you in one of his coat pockets ALWAYS. Even when he was in other dimensions it was always with him. (He lined the pocket with steel so it couldn't get destroyed. He didn't want to forget what you look like.) When he came back he was OBSESSED with taking pictures of you/drawing pictures of you.

Stan keeps one of you in his wallet, he shows it off all the time. It's a terrible picture of you that he took with a polaroid camera when you first woke up one morning, Mabel has a copy of it in one of her scrapbooks. He also keeps pictures of you and the rest of the family throughout the house/gift shop. They're so cutie patootie.

[strangejron]

The better reunion and some clingy Ford😌

[greenbunny7]

Did somebody say dad Stan au (it was me, i said that)

Soos is used to accidentally calling Stan dad, but now he is his dad

Transcript under the cut

[Kid Soos] da- mr pi- dad, a tourist is asking for the manager

[Stan] I've only been the "legal" guardian of Soos for a day and a half, but if anything happens to him, I'll kill everyone in this room and then myself

[geat-26]

bonus doodles!!

[uumoshi]

Yellow car! I remember doing this all the time as a kid (I still do)

[triptychcryptid]

What if there was a version of Ford that never really thought that Bill was wrong after he reveals his true intentions? Like Ford still follows him like a religious leader and builds the portal, but Fidds still leaves after being half sucked in. Ford thinks Fidds is just being overly dramatic and can't handle the truth of their reality needing a "Scrub." But he still needs someone to help him build this thing, so he calls for Stan. At the very least, Stan can carry heavy shit around for him and do manual labor.

Stan shows up, they fight about the portal, but they both get sucked in. The portal still breaks, but there's no one to bring them back (at least not immediately.)

Ford is ecstatic that he gets to meet his God, but Stan recognizes that they need to get out of there, grabs his brother and runs, Ford fighting him the whole time. He asks his brother what the fuck is going on, to which a delirious Ford gives him the basic rundown and tells him he needs to get to his Muse. He needs to be the conduit between dimensions and a better world.

Stan realizes how far gone his brother is, but thinks he can help bring him back. At first. What he realizes after visiting a few planets with this guy is that he's stuck with a brother with an impossible ego who won't recognize that he fucked up and how wrong this all is, and continuously uses Stanley for his own gains. At some point, he fucks Stan over SO completely and leaves him in the multiverse to go back to his Muse and try to fix the portal from their side. Stan then makes it his life goal to kill his brother, kill Bill, destroy the nightmare realm, and put an end to this madness.

He ends up meeting a couple of other Fords and helping them get parts they need for the Quantum Destabilizer. After it's finished, he steals it and goes to battle Bill/his Ford in the Nightmare Realm. Just as he's about to take his shot, the portal turns on. He and Ford both start to go for it at the same time, but he kicks Ford back and goes through. The portal powers down and Stan picks himself up to see Sherman standing a few feet away.

"Stanford?" Sherman asks as Stan gets up. Stan grimaces.

"Don't call me by that fucker's name. It's Stanley."

"STANLEY?! I thought you were dead!"

"No, I...wait, what are you doing here? WHY WAS THE PORTAL ACTIVATED?! HOW?!" He grips Sherman with a manic look in his eyes.

"15 years ago, Ford went missing. I tried calling him for about a week and he didn't answer, so I came here. I ran into his research assistant who told me about his lab and portal. He said he thought something may have happened to Ford. I'd been working at NASA for a year, and my wife, well girlfriend then, knew alot about this kindof thing, so we moved here and she helped me get the portal up. Let me tell you, even with Linda being an Aerospace Engineer and me a Research Astrophysicist, it was NOT fucking easy." Sherman waits for a response, but Stan is shell shocked.

"What the hell happened to you? And where's Ford?" Stan shakes his head.

"Whiskey. Now. I'll tell you everything after I finish the bottle."

[winterjart]

Finished all the roughs of my first assigned scene, finally!!!! *Collapses* 229, you're next... after I clean up and do compositing. ✨

[lisssa-f]

[ayellowchip]

happy and drunk sea grunks

[annacpadilla]

So essentially, Ford has been unwillingly forced into Theraprism and the rest of the fam goes to space to save him...only to be captured as well. 🧍‍♀️

[stansangel]

Summer Heat

Author's Note: This is my first fic so pls ignore the bad writing! Anyways I hope you enjoy this, I might write a part 2 if this does well!! (Or if one person likes it) Prompt: You meet young Stan Pines at a bar in the middle of no where. (Thank you to my bestie for giving me this prompt I hope I did it justice) Warnings: drinking, alcohol, young stan being a flirt. 16+ content at the end (it gets a lil freaky in his car but nothing smutty)

READER AND STAN ARE 21+ IN THIS FIC Word Count: 911

It was a warm summer night and you and your friends had decided to go to a bar they had heard about from. Unbeknownst to you this bar was in the middle of fucking no where. Despite having no idea where you found yourself you enjoyed the night singing, dancing, and drinking with your friends. You had been out for a few hours now and your friends had been lost to the night, some being blacked out in various booths around the bar and others having left with guys they met. 

You sat on a stool at the bar swirling your drink in your hand and resting your head on the other mentally arguing with yourself if you should see the rest of the night out or if you should just call a taxi to get you home. As you sat deep in thought you felt someone slide onto the stool next to you and you mentally groaned not ready to deal with another drunk random this late into the night. Before you could even look over to see who it was a deep voice spoke, interrupting your thoughts. “Hey Toots,” the voice said

You quickly turned in surprise upon hearing the voice, far too desperately than you’d like to admit hoping that the person it came from was as attractive as his voice. You looked at the man next to you and God, he was. You stared for a moment before mentally cursing yourself for not saying anything.

“You got a staring problem hon.” He said nonchalantly.

You finally mustered up the courage to say something back.

“S-sorry-” you stuttered out.

God you were fucking stupid. Sorry?! THAT’S the best you could come up with when this gorgeous man was sitting next you AND talking to you? As you continued to berate yourself for the awkward first impression, he spoke up again.

“‘S alright doll, got no issue with it when a pretty gal like you is the one staring” 

You felt your cheeks heat up and you let out an awkward giggle. 

“How’s about I buy you a drink, doll? That okay with you?” he asked. “Yeah.. that’d be great, thank you.” you said, trying to maintain a calm facade. 

You completely forgot about the drink you already had and let him order you and himself a round of drinks. 

“So you got a name or should I just keep throwin’ around pet names?” he asked while chuckling.

“Y/N. My name is Y/N.” you said, way too quickly for your comfort but luckily it didn’t seem to make him any less interested. He thought it was adorable how flustered you’d seem to have gotten and it boosted his ego with every word you spoke.

“That’s a pretty name darlin’” He said with a smirk

You felt heat rise to your cheeks again before you mumbled out a thank you.

“‘Course babe. I’m Stanley, go by Stan though.” He said to you.

The drinks are set in front of the two of you and you take a sip pleasantly surprised by the fruity drink that hit your lips, you look at his and notice that he ordered himself something different.

“Is it good? I assumed you didn’t drink whiskey like me so I got ya something sweet. Just like ya.” He said smiling .

You nodded and thanked him. 

“So what’s a pretty thing like yourself doing here all alone?” He asked with an eyebrow quirked.

“Oh.. I came here with friends but they’ve all gone off to do their own thing.” You say feeling a bit upset your friends left you to your own devices.

He looked at you sympathetically noticing your expression.

“Hey it’s alright doll, you got me to keep ya company,” He said as he flashed you a smile. “Plus I doubt any of your friends bought you a drink tonight like I did.” He gestured to the drink in front of you. 

You giggled and nodded. “I guess you’re right.” You spent a couple more hours chatting with Stan and sipping on drinks he so generously bought for you.

“Hey, whaddaya say we get outta here? I could take you back to my place.” He smirked as he proposed the idea.

“I’d like that a lot.” You said smiling.

He got up and extended his arm out for you to take and you did, you clung to his arm gently as he guided you out of the bar and to his car, a beautiful red El Diablo. He opened the passenger door for you and closed it once you got in before jogging around to the other side of the car and getting in. You watched as he started the ignition and began driving. 

As the two of you made your descent back to his house you let his hand rest on your thigh while his other expertly drove the car down the empty streets. You stopped at a red light which was taking seemingly forever to turn green when he turned to you and kissed you. It wasn’t soft or sweet. It was feverish and needy. You kissed him back with the same fervor he did, teeth clashing against each other. His hand traveled from your thigh to your hair and tangled in your locks pushing you closer to him. He pulled away breathless, lips swollen from the kiss and lust filling his eyes.

This was going to be a long night.

[strangejron]

[greenbunny7]

[Stan] When's the last time you slept?

[Ford] Uh... a few days ago, I think.

[Stan] A few- how many?!

[Ford] Uh... *starts counting on fingers* I need more fingers...

[Stan] What you need is sleep!