#teen stan pines

[voidofthevoidmv]

AU In which Ford’s Science Fair Project goes HORRIBLY WRONG-

(And it’s not Stan’s fault this time-)

Handwriting translation:

Stan: “Look Sixer, I’m SURE that whatever doohickey you make- Is gonna knock the SOCKS offa’ those West Coasters”…

*Ford looks sheepish, if not grateful for his twin’s support*

Time skip: Later

*Both Stan and Ford look on at the scene blankly, as 3 soot silhouettes paint the gym floor- Marks of an explosion causing the waxed wooden court to be burnt.*

*Stan and Ford gaze at each other with equal looks of shock and horror*

*A small pile of ash seems to stand for a moment before blowing away. Nobody speaks- Until Stanley breaks the silence. His voice is shaky and hushed- Panic ebbing into his words as we pan to the ashy scene.*

Stan: “The socks are still on, Ford. The SOCKS are STILL on…”

*True to his word, alongside the 3 victims shoes- 3 pairs of white gym socks lay dormant inside of the footwear- And practically unscathed.*

[divine-draws]

since everyone is on there period rn, have trans teen stan and ford on their period too 😔

[inkies-art]

Some teen Stan twin doodles, I actually love drawing them so much they're so cute. First pic is inspired by a fic series where Ford follows Stan when he gets kicked out, check out the series here!

[creativesplat]

absolutely 100% inspired by @mr-jack-letterman's post on young Stan.

[mother-ofthe-universe]

They’re the same person

No I will not be elaborating

[lkfarrout]

Deal (family fic) teen!Stan

Summary: Stan learns some unsavory truths about his father. (I've been watching The Sopranos too much)

Warnings: angst, injury, antisemitism, swearing

"Hey, Sixer, you think tomorrow you can take a break from your project and go down to the beach with me?"

Ford smiled at his twin and nodded through a mouth full of food.

Their father interrupted, "Not so fast, knucklehead," he was looking at Stanley, "I got a job for you tomorrow."

Stan rolled his eyes.

"Stanley," his mother glared at him, "not at the dinner table."

Filbrick continued, "I'm taking you to the car dealership with me. It's time you learned the art of the deal."

Stanford set his fork down, "We're getting a new car?"

Stanley's eyes got wide, and he jumped up, his chair legs scraping on the kitchen floor, "Does this mean I can have the caddy?!"

His father just shook his head, and Stan sat back down.

"C'mon, Pop, I'll buy it off ya. I've been saving up."

"Stanley, I paid six thousand for that Diablo."

"I'm almost there! Give me a couple months, I'll-- I'll work Sundays!"

"We'll see. But if you get one more speeding ticket, you can forget it."

Stan leaned his head on one hand and silently picked at his dinner.

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A few days later, Stanley helped his father close the pawn shop. Just as he flipped the sign to "closed" a vehicle pulled up out front and three men in suits got out.

Filbrick jumped a little at the sight of them and quickly closed the cash register, "Stanley, upstairs."

One of the men knocked on the door with the back of his hand and peered through the glass.

"What? Pop, who--"

"Now!" His father pointed toward the back room, where the other staircase to the apartment was.

Stan exited the room, but hesitated at the bottom of the stairs. He heard the bell on the shop door ding as it opened.

"We're closed."

"Any badges come through here lately, Fil?" The man had a thick New York accent.

Stan peered back around the corner, unnoticed, as the three men pushed their way into the shop.

Filbrick spat back, "I haven't said shit, Aldo. What do you want?"

One of the others spoke up, "Nico's sittin' in a cell, and we're here to collect bail."

Nico? Aldo? Stan had never met these men before, but he knew an Italian name when he heard one.

"This wasn't part of the deal," Filbrick stood his ground. "I buy your stolen shit and keep my mouth shut when the cops come around. Ain't my fault if you get--"

Before he could finish his thought, Aldo's fist came crashing into Filbrick's jaw.

"I don't make deals with greedy fuckin' jews."

Filbrick stumbled backwards into the counter, and Stan had to stop himself from running into the room. Deal? Stolen? What the fuck is going on? Stan thought.

"I don't have any money to give you." Filbrick coughed and rubbed his jaw.

"That shiny new car in the alley says otherwise."

Aldo grabbed Filbrick by the shirt, "And if you don't want your wife to watch me break all your fuckin' teeth on the curb, you'll find some money, Pines."

Stan sprinted up the stairs, found what he was looking for, and was back in time to watch his father get hit in the gut several times.

"I told you, I don't--" Filbrick panted.

"Hey!" Stan burst through the doorway and the three men whipped around. Aldo let go of Filbrick's shirt and he fell to the floor.

"Stanley, I told you to stay upstairs." He held his stomach and coughed.

Stan ignored him, addressing the mafiosos instead, "How much?"

"Oh look, the kid's got some chutzpah," one of them laughed.

"Leave him alone." Filbrick stumbled to his feet, but Aldo turned on him again.

"How 'bout I break your fuckin' nose, old man?"

Stan stepped closer, "Hey! The bail. How much?"

Filbrick protested, "Stanley, don't."

Aldo laughed, "I'll humor you kid. Four grand."

Stan pulled an envelope from his back pocket.

"I have five and a half here if you get out and forget this."

One of the other men came forward and snatched the envelope from Stan and quickly rifled through it. He passed it to Aldo, who clapped Filbrick on the shoulder, "See Pines, that wasn't so hard."

"Get the fuck out of my shop."

Stan locked the door once they exited. His father leaned on the counter, breathing heavily.

"Pop?"

No response. Stan picked his father's hat off the floor and handed it to him.

"Pop, who were they? Was that... the mafia?"

Filbrick took his hat, "You should have stayed upstairs like I told you."

"They were gonna hurt you!"

Filbrick just sighed. He started to dig around in his pocket, and pulled out a set of keys.

"If your mother asks, I sold you the car."

"What?"

"Take them," Filbrick held the keys out to him. "The El Diablo, it's yours."

Stan took the keys and turned them over in his hands a few times. "...Thanks, Pop."

"Not a word to anyone about this, even to Stanford."

"Okay... are you alright?"

"I'll be fine.... Well, what are you waiting for, a kiss on the cheek?"

[kingqueensoobscene]

Teenage Stanley Pines the type of guy to say: “What’s better than this? Guys being dudes.”

[heideez]

stanley pines + “like a rolling stone” by bob dylan….. ooh i’m thinkin….

GOD THIS SONG FITS FORD TOO FUCK!!

[lisannn5]

[knockknockwhosthereartistism]

The worst trauma comes from those who you love

[heph]

The tech guy in movies

[inkies-art]

So sorry if I don't post for a bit, I'm working on Christmas presents and a semi-big (for me at least) Christmas post. Hope to be back soon though!! Have a doodle I never posted in the meantime

[inkyrainstorms]

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doodle dump !! ive been whiteboarding it up lately

[belossyy66]

Twins in a boat

[eloisyw8]

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[artsymeeshee]

Finally finished the big drawing idea I had ;w; I wanted to draw a timeline-lineup of the boys and certain points in their life. Feel like I could have added a bit more but I think this works out for the most part.

(Click for better quality)

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