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New Playlist! This one is songs I think Stan would actually listen to. Very dad/grandpa vibes

A continuous work in progress ofc

Understanding (family fic)

No ships/romance, just angst

Summary: the grunkles bond over their traumas on the Stan-o-War

Warnings: dialogue about injury and SA, but no graphic descriptions. Some swearing.

"Oh, Stanley, you're awake?" Ford appeared on the slowly swaying deck of the Stan-o-War with a yawn.

Stan nodded from his chair, his fishing pole reflecting the moonlight, "Yeah, just needed some fresh air." He moved his tackle box from the seat next to him to let Ford sit. "Thought you were out cold, what're you doin' up?"

"It's juvenile, but," Ford took his seat and began to polish his glasses on his sweater and sighed, "I had a nightmare."

"Bout what?"

"Bill, of course." He replaced his glasses, "I know he's gone, but my subconscious doesn't seem to get it."

Stan gave his brother a sympathetic pat on shoulder before handing him a hook and some fishing line. "Thread this for me, would ya? Might take your mind off it."

Ford tried to line up the clear strand with the tiny hole, but found his hands were shaking badly. Knowing Stan was waiting, he made up an excuse, "It's hard to see in this dim light."

"Yeah, but you got better eyes than me," Stan chuckled, distracted by some mechanism on his fishing pole.

Stanford tried again and again, getting frustrated at his uncooperative hands. He could feel a lump rising in his throat. His vision began to blur with tears. "Shit," He swore under his breath as the hook nicked his thumb and fell to the deck.

"Hey, careful, that's my nicest hook!" Stanley bent to pick it up as Ford sucked the blood from the pad of his thumb.

He couldn't hold back the tears any more. He sniffled and let out a shuddered breath.

"Woah, hey, what happened?" Stan grabbed Ford's hand to inspect the cut, "C'mon, it's not that bad." But he could feel his twin's hand shaking along with his breath. "Stanford?" He let him go.

Ford put his head in his hands and sobbed. Stan gently removed his brother's glasses before they had a chance to fall. Unsure of what to say, he simply waited.

It was only a few moments before Stanford spoke, "He was horrible, Stanley. I'd wake up covered in bruises and cuts. My eyes would bleed. He broke my arm and ripped my hair out once. You have no idea what it's like to have someone use your body like that for their own sick amusement. To have someone inside you against your will."

Stan rubbed his twin's back, "I had no idea, Fordsy."

Ford sat up and wiped the tears away with his sleeve.

Stan continued, "Look, I might not get the whole possession thing, but," he handed Ford his glasses, "I kinda know the feeling."

"How could you possibly understand what I went through?"

Stan sat back in his chair and looked out at the expansive ocean. He cleared his throat, "I was pretty young my first time in prison. Fresh meat, y'know? Everybody wanted a piece of me..."

"Oh, Stanley, I didn't..." Ford trailed off, "But you were a good fighter, weren't you? You could defend yourself?"

Stan swallowed, "Most of the time, yeah. But once, they uh. They had us sleepin' four to a cell. These other guys decided they liked me and they'd take turns. Two'd hold me down while the other would, well..."

Ford interjected, "You don't need to continue Stan, I get it."

Stanley coughed, "One of those memories I hoped wouldn't come back, y'know?"

Stanford closed his eyes and inhaled the fresh sea air. "Stanley?"

"Hmm?"

"If we ever run into those bastards, I'll fucking kill them."

Stan just laughed, "You better, after I knocked Bill clean outta this dimension for ya."

Haven't seen many people mention this, but when Stan is dressed as Ford in the finale, his facial hair resembles Ford's a whole lot more than usual. I imagine that right after they switched clothes, Stan had to - very reluctantly - let Ford set his face on fire. It is faster than shaving, after all.

Coward (family fic)

No romance/ships, some light angst

Summary: Based on a common headcannon about Stan and Vietnam

Warnings: mentions war

"Grunkle Stan, why did you go to prison?"

Stan jumped at the question, despite knowing all summer that she'd ask about it sooner or later. Mabel temporarily set aside her drawing to listen. At the question, Ford's ears pricked up as well, and Stan found both of them staring at him from across the crayon-covered dining table.

"Which time, sweety?"

"I don't know... the first time, I guess?"

Stan cleared his throat, "I guess ya could say it was for bein' a coward."

Mabel wasn't satisfied with that answer. "C'mon Grunkle Stan, I'm not a little kid. What did you really do?"

Stan threw his arms in the air, "I mean it, that's what happened. Honest."

Mabel huffed and turned to Ford, "Grunkle Ford, you tell me!"

"Sorry, Mabel, I don't know myself," was his reply.

They both looked to Stan again and Ford continued, "She's right, Stanley, she isn't a child. I'm sure she can handle whatever it is."

"It ain't her I'm worried about, Sixer." Stanley glared at his twin before sighing in defeat.

He rubbed his nose under his glasses, "Sweety, you know anything about the Vietnam War?"

"A little," Mabel shrugged.

Ford cut in, "My god, Stan, you were drafted? I never knew..."

"Ya never bothered t'ask. Probably barely registered the protests outside your cushy college dorm window." Stan waved his hands in the air mockingly.

"Stanley, I'll have you know I was out there protesting too."

"Yeah? Well while you were wearin' your black armband, I was wearin' handcuffs," Stan spat back.

Mabel interrupted, "Wait, I don't understand, what happened?"

Stan lowered his voice a bit, "Kid, when the war started, they didn't have enough soldiers. So every sucker who wasn't as smart as Fordsy over here got sent to fight... and die, usually."

Mabel looked at her hands. "But, you didn't go?"

Stan shook his head, "I knew I wouldn't be any good at makin' money if I was dead. Figured a few years in the joint was better." He tousled Mabel's hair, "And I never woulda met you, kiddo."

Ford placed a hand on his brother's shoulder, "Yes, and Bill may not have been defeated."

Stan gave a small smile in response, and Mabel jumped on him with a big hug, "Well then I don't think you're a coward at all, Grunkle Stan."

Stan and Ford Summerween Costume HCs

Aka stuff I'd like to see them in

Stan:

Dracula (canon)

Jake Blues (would make Ford be Elwood)

Generic cowboy

Generic pirate

The Phantom of the Opera

Italian mob boss

Beetlejuice

Aviator (Top Gun style)

Ford:

Dr Strange (comic version)

Darth Vader

Indiana Jones

Dr Frankenstein (would make Stan be the monster)

Generic wizard

Ghostbuster (with homemade Ray Stantz goggles)

Catholic priest (would unknowingly give Dipper flashbacks to Sock Opera)

The 4th Doctor*

*not my original idea, saw someone's awesome drawing of Ford as the 4th Doctor

what are y'all talking about Stan is a perfectly good cook. newly kicked out, sleeping in his car, you KNOW that boy is washing dishes at some dirtbag diner. now maybe he can't keep a gig for long, he's got a problem with authority and steals out of the register on a daily basis, but while they last it's better than working at a bar cause you get free meals, and you can always drive a few miles out and find another hole in the wall that's never heard of the last one that fired you. so he picks it up here and there, nothing fancy, pancakes and eggs and burgers, stuff that's cheap and filling. he definitely considers ketchup a vegetable, but also eats enough beans and potatoes that he probably doesn't have any serious vitamin deficiencies, even when the sales money pit gets real deep and he ends up dumpstering behind restaurants to scrounge up a semi decent meal. he never has a real kitchen until the shack, and he stocks up on canned food, and saves his bacon grease, and if he burns the hashbrowns he has to eat them anyway so he makes sure not to burn them. maybe he picked up a handful of special dishes on the road, dirty rice, Colombian arepas, fried fish. he certainly doesn't have cash to spare for a lot of fresh ingredients and seasonings, and he keeps insisting that he doesn't need that stuff anyway. but it helps break up the monotony of 50 easy recipes for brown meat.

What Happened Last Summer (18+) Chapter 11

This is the last chapter I have written for now - I'll probably keep writing stuff for this fic but it will be more spraced out and hey, if not, I'm pretty happy with this as an ending

As always, the whole series is 18+ for mild sexual content, but this is just a little angst

Find the beginning here: Chapter 1

Enjoy!

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“Thanks again for closing up for me, dudes.”

“Yeah yeah, Soos, go home before I change my mind.” Stan began counting the cash in the register. Kathy picked up a broom, and Soos was out the door. 

“How’s business at the motel? Are you makin’ enough just bein’ open on the weekends?”

“Oh yeah, it’s been great. We’re always full.”

He continued to flick through the cash, "And you’re putin’ money away for the off season, right?”

“As much as I can. I’ve heard winters here can be pretty slow.”

Stan chuckled, “Not just slow – dead. I’m sure Greasy’s does fine with the locals, but for places like ours, it’s not even worth payin’ to keep the lights on.”

Kathy paused her sweeping, “Stanley, can I ask you something?”

“Anything, toots.”

“What did you do all those winters up here by yourself, if the shack was closed?”

Stan shrugged, “Well I had the portal to work on, of course. Had to learn all that math stuff, and needed all the time I could get. Still get nightmares about doin’ derivatives.” He chuckled, but Kathy stayed quiet. She knew better than to interrupt Stan when he talked about this – it didn’t happen very often. When the time came around to let her in on the family’s past, Dipper and Ford had done most of the talking. 

Stan continued, “If the snow wasn’t too bad I’d go out to get firewood and look for the other journals. Always told myself I should get away for a few weeks and go somewhere warm. Went to Vegas a few times but it never lasted, guess I felt guilty for leaving Ford behind too long. Felt weird spending all that money too. Livin’ in your car for a couple years will do that – you just never feel like you have enough.” He continued to focus on the money in front of him. She wondered if he could really count and talk at the same time, or if he was just keeping his hands busy. “I guess the only time that was really hard was the… y’know, anniversary.” Stan coughed, “And the holidays. ‘Course I was already used to spendin’ them alone, even before comin’ to–” 

The broom slipped from Kathy's grasp and clattered to the floor. She scrambled to pick it up, hoping Stan wouldn’t notice the tears starting to form in her eyes – but to no avail. He dropped the money half-hazardly and hurried over to her.

“Hey, why’re you cryin’?” He gently lifted her chin, bringing her eyes to meet his. With the other hand, he pulled the broom away and let it fall back to the floor. 

He pulled her into a hug. “I didn’t mean to make you cry, pumpkin. It’s all okay now,” he reassured her. But at the same time, he squeezed her tighter, like she might run away if he let go. “I’m okay now, don’t cry.”

They held each other for a long, quiet moment. Finally, Stan loosened his grasp around her and wiped a few tears from her cheek. 

“Hey, did I ever tell you about where Ford ‘n I docked on Christmas?” 

Kathy shook her head with a few sniffles and they both resumed their tasks.

Stan made a slow, dramatic sweep of his hands overhead, “Picture it: the beautiful little seaside town of Sitka, Alaska, white with snow…”

Author's note: I know Stan was raised Jewish, so I tried to be vague and just say "the holidays" and "on Christmas" instead of "for Christmas." but y'know...

What Happened Last Summer (18+) Chapter 10

Last chapter of the main story but there's still more to come :)

As always, the series is 18+ for mild sexual content.

Start with Chapter 1 here if you're new and read Chapter 11 next

Enjoy! Thank you to everyone who has stuck through with this series, it's been super encouraging!

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“Can I put the code in, Grunkle Ford? I’ve never gotten to do it.”

“Go ahead, Mabel. Do you know it?”

“I think so,” Mabel tiptoed to see the panel on the vending machine in the dim light of the closed gift shop. With a few beeps, the large machine swung open to reveal a passageway, and Stan’s grip on Kathy’s hand tightened slightly. Ford led the way with the small flashlight he always kept in his pocket, with Dipper and Mabel close behind.

“Watch your step, pumpkin.” The light wasn’t quite bright enough to be useful for Kathy and Stan, who brought up the rear. Still, he confidently led her along, as if he knew the passageway like the back of his hand. 

____

“Don’t get too close,” Ford held an arm out in front of the twins, “it still isn’t completely stable.” The sheer enormity of the thing was incredible. Kathy stared in awe at the massive chasm that surrounded her, and the giant triangle that stood as the focal point of it all. Even with chunks missing, and cables strewn about the concrete floor, it was still impressive.

“You built all of this, Stanford?” She asked.

“Hardly,” Ford placed both hands into his coat pockets, “Bill designed it, Fiddleford assembled most of it, and Stanley here perfected it. My job now is just to clean up the mess I started.”

The group fell quiet again as they all gazed around the cold room.

Ford broke the silence once again, “I could use some help, you know, Stanley. Removing some of the larger pieces will require both of us.”

Stan scoffed at him, “Sixer, you got ‘em up there yourself.”

Dipper cleared his throat and stared at Ford, as if to remind him of something they’d previously discussed. The latter sighed, defeated, “And, I suppose things would go faster if you could explain to me a few of those final calculations you did.”

Stan perked up. He slapped a hand onto his twin’s shoulder and leaned an ear in, close to his face. “Sorry, didn't quite catch that. You said you need my help with what?”

“With math,” Stanford rolled his eyes, “I need your help with some math.”

Kathy and the kids giggled.

Stan continued to relish in the moment, “Oh, I know what’s goin’ on. You got me confused with my brother – see, he’s got all these fancy degrees, but I never made it through high school.” He inspected his fingernails casually. “Course, that wasn’t my fault.”

Ford took the hint. “Stanley, I’m sorry I got you kicked out, but I could really use your help. I’m a little… rusty after thirty years.”

Stan slapped his brother playfully between the shoulder blades, “Why didn’t ya say so, Poindexter? Course I’ll help you.”

I desperately need someone to animate the Bluey themesong with the Pines family instead. It would go Ford (Mum), Stan (Dad), Dipper (Bingo), then Mabel (Bluey) and I will fight you on that order

Maybe someone has already done this, please send me a link if someone has!

I have a personal headcannon about why Stan (post-portal incident) really only wears button-up shirts:

The first is that, even when he was homeless, he always had to keep a few on hand for court appearances. Whenever he seemed to have finally gotten his hands on a decent amount of money for some new clothes, he'd get a subpoena and have to buy another suit. Besides his car, they were the only nice things he had.

The other reason is that, for the first several months after the shoulder burn, it was pretty painful to pull regular shirts over his head - the way the fabric had to slide down over the burn, but also having to reach his arms overhead which would stretch the skin. He decided that button-ups were easier, and after a while, he liked the look and decided to keep it.

His casual wear is usually a hawaiian shirt or something similar, and even while fishing, he wears a short sleeve button-up and a vest. And he looks damn good with that second button open anyway, so I'm not complaining

What Happened Last Summer (18+) Chapter 9

Pretty proud of this one, idk

Start at Chapter 1 here and read Chapter 10 next

As always, this series is 18+ for mind sexual content - this chapter has a bit of fluff :)

Enjoy! You know the drill by now

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“Well Stan, I’ll admit I was wrong. This old tent should fit us all comfortably.” Ford and the kids took a few steps back to admire their work. 

Stan glanced up to see the newly erected canvas structure, and the sun getting low in the sky behind it. “Told ya so,” he said, before returning to the pile of wood and kindling in front of him. Kathy added the last camping chair to the circle around it.

“Grunkle Stan, is it almost time?” Mabel was practically bouncing up and down.

“Just one more thing.” Stan headed for the trunk of the car and grabbed two items. “Dip, you wanna do the honors?” He held one of them out to Dipper - a propane torch with a long neck, the one Soos often used to burn weeds outside the shack.

“No fair! I want to help!” Mabel complained. In response, Stan gave her the other item, a bottle of lighter fluid. “Cool!” She poured it onto the wood with a grin.

Dipper took the torch excitedly and approached the fire pit. “Stand back!” With a soft woosh, the flames ascended into the pink sky. Kathy was surprised at how much Stan and Ford trusted these children with such tools, but they did seem resourceful for thirteen-year-olds. 

“Sit down everyone,” Stan patted the canvas chair next to him, “Kathy, we have a story to tell you.”

Mabel dragged a duffel bag across the ground until it sat between her and Dipper’s chairs. Once unzipped, it revealed several books, some sock puppets, and strangely enough, a grappling hook. Expecting a cute story from Mabel’s imagination, Kathy smiled in anticipation and looked at Stan. His expression was gravely serious.

Dipper stood and took a deep breath, holding a thick stack of index cards. “Kathy, this is the story of what happened last summer. It’s a story about all of us, but mostly about Grunkle Stan - the man that saved the entire world.” He paused and looked at Kathy, waiting for her reaction.

Kathy laughed, “Is this a true story?” She looked around, expecting anything other than the solemn faces that peered back. 

Stan grabbed her hand and squeezed it, “I swear on my life, sweetheart.”

Ford cleared his throat, “Kathy, do you believe in the supernatural?”

She nodded hesitantly, and looked back to Dipper.

“See when we first came to Gravity Falls, it was just Grunkle Stan - we didn’t even know Great Uncle Ford existed…” The story continued and the sky became darker. Dipper did most of the talking, with several pauses for visual demonstrations from Mabel and occasional clarifications and flashback sequences from Stan and Ford. A few times the fire had to be rekindled, and blankets and snacks fetched from the tent. It seemed that everyone learned something new that night…

… “Ya filled my house with clones, kid? Some observant grunkle I am.” 

… “So Grunkle Stan, you did have money to get a hotel when Gideon took the shack, you just had to find an excuse to send us home so you could sneak back to the portal? I knew it!”

… “Wait, Dipper, you were cognizant while Bill was in your body? I always seemed to black out and forget what happened. Incredible.”

By the time midnight rolled around, Kathy had been handed several journals and had learned more about Stan’s life than she had after over a dozen dates with him. 

“Need a break, sweety?”

“No Stan, it’s okay. What happened, were you able to secure the rift?”

Mabel chimed in, “Not exactly…”

The hours continued to creep by, and as the sun rose over the campsite, the fire was still burning, and Kathy’s eyes were filled with tears. It seemed that everyone else was crying, too. The final speech was given by Stanford, who, through crooked glasses and a choked up voice, thanked his brother once again for everything and recounted a few highlights from their sailing adventures. He pulled Stanley into a hug, along with the kids. After a moment, Ford dismissed the exhausted Dipper and Mabel to the tent, and approached Kathy. “I know you have questions, but we can deal with that later. You two should take a walk.” And he headed for the tent himself. 

Kathy and Stan found themselves in the car. Neither of them were too sure what to say. She placed a hand on his cheek and his hand followed to rest over hers. 

“Stanley, you’re shaking.”

“I’m just tired, doll.” He let his face relax into her touch. “You alright, after all that?”

“It was a lot to take in, but I’m so glad you told me. You’re the strongest person I’ve ever met.” She gently kissed him on the forehead and he gave a weak smile in response. She asked, “Could I see it?”

“See what?”

“The burn.”

“Oh,” Stan started working on the buttons of his shirt, “yeah, of course.” She helped him pull one arm out and get it around his back in the tight quarters of the car. Next came the white undershirt, which he pulled off as he turned to face the driver’s side window so she could see his back.

She gently traced the bluish-purple patterns of scar tissue with her fingertips. “Does it hurt?”

“Nah, not for a long time. First few weeks hurt like hell, though.”

“I bet.” 

Stan chuckled, “It gets to itchin’ pretty bad sometimes.”

“Yeah? I can help with that.”

Stan let out a soft groan as Kathy started to scratch his back. His torso relaxed and he let the side of his head rest against the seat of the car. He lifted his head again a few minutes later when she yawned.

“C’mon, we’re both tired.” Stan pulled his undershirt back on. “Let’s go to the tent.”

I'm think so hard about Stanley Pines I'm gonna fucking cry. Have you guys ever noticed how he talks to Ford even before he got him back. In Carpet Diem he scolds Ford and says his carpet is ugly. He asks the wax lookalike if he wants anything from the kitchen. He tells Ford to shut up when he's reading his journal. He tells the kids he talked to his reflection while fishing alone. He needed his brother so fucking much and I'm

What Happened Last Summer (18+) Chapter 8

Gettin' to the good stuff here folks

As always, the series is 18+ for mild sexual content, though this chapter specifically does not have any

Start at the beginning with Chapter 1, or read Chapter 9 next

Enjoy! press 'keep reading'

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“Stanford! Kids! Get in here!” Stan stood in the middle of the shack, hands proudly on his hips. “You too Waddles!”

The family slowly filed into the room. 

“Grunkle Stan, it’s too eeeaaarlyy,” Mabel yawned, arms wrapped around Waddles with Dipper in tow. They both flopped onto Stan’s chair. Ford stood with his arms crossed, an intrigued look on his face. At Stan’s feet was a large lump of something covered in a white sheet.

“Get ready kids!” They sat up a little straighter, and with a flamboyant wave, Stan lifted the sheet to reveal… a pile of dusty old camping gear. “We’re goin’ camping!” Stan smiled brightly.

“Oh cool, camping.” Dipper sounded excited enough. “Maybe I’ll find more things to write about.”

Mabel grabbed Waddles by the cheeks and pressed her nose against his. “Last time we went camping, you made me fall into a dimensional rift!” She said it as if it was a cherished memory. 

Ford simply waited. He could tell where this was going.

“And we’re bringin’ Kathy!” Stan threw a fist into the air.

“Oh, yay… Kathy. Guess I’m leaving my journal here.” Dipper rolled his eyes.

“No multiverse adventures this time, Waddles.” Mabel squished his face into a frown.

“Wait! Before you start packing, there’s more.” He looked at Ford for reassurance, Ford gestured around the room as if to say, go on. Stan took a deep breath, “You kids are gonna tell her everything that happened last summer.”

Mabel gasped and jumped up, “Oh my gosh! I have so many puppets to make!” 

Dipper began talking to himself and counting on his fingers, “I gotta make a script, and get all the journals together, and… what order should we tell it in? Too bad she already knows about Great Uncle Ford, that would be a crazy plot twist.”

Stanford placed a hand on Stanley’s shoulder, but before he could speak, Mabel interrupted, “Grunkle Stan, you have to pack your brass knuckles! They’re an integral part of the story.”

Stan laughed, “I’ll bring ‘em, sweety, but only in case we run into a bear.” The kids excitedly continued their preparations and Stan and Ford were left alone, surrounded by camping gear.

“Stanley, you really think you could win a fistfight with a bear?”

“Hey, I fought a pterodactyl without my brass knuckles.”

“Just wait till Kathy hears that part of the story.” Ford laughed. 

Stan chuckled back nervously. “You sure you don’t have another memory gun layin’ around in case this backfires?”

“Relax Stan. Come on, I’ll help you get all this into the car.”

stan is the only member of the pines twins^2 to never make a deal with bill and i think he needs more credit for that.

ford makes, just, so many deals with his demon boyfriend

dipper literally trades his body to bill in sock opera

and while i will die on the hill that it was never her fault, mabel is tricked into making a deal with him for weirdmagenon.

but stan never gets tricked. the only time he comes close was when he was pretending to be ford but that was with the sole purpose of getting bill erased. never does bill get to him or twist his thoughts. for being the "dumb one" he's surprisingly rational in this was.

nobody matches bill intellectually, ford's fatal flaw is that he thought he did, and the pines family wins because they have an emotional core that bill never had (the power of sibling bonding saves the day and i love it) but ill go out on a limb and say that out of everyone, stan is the only one to match bill's street smarts.

bill's a master manipulator but stan is a professional con-artist with no respect for the law, you tell me who's coming out on top.

stan successfully faked his own death, ran a business for 30 years, taught himself some sort of advanced engineering to repair the portal, evaded local, federal and international authorities from the age of 18, and did it all without any support.

and going back to when he pretends to be ford to get bill to enter his mind, that scene makes stan the only character to ever outwit bill.

anyways this has been a stan pines appreciation post, thank you and goodnight

i think its really really important to remember how EASILY stan couldve dropped a "now i have to deal with you BRATS for the summer.." or ford to slip a "dont let these snotty little children near my lab again, stan." but instead they never do that like. idk.

i like how the show makes it a very important and clear point that at least hear, the twins are Loved and Cherished and Wanted. so very wanted.

stan ADORES THEM. in his bones. hes trying to give them freedom but he is so so worried.

ford goes from growling to MELTING on sight "shermie had kids?" they are his babies.

its a very good and nice point like. these children are Loved and Wanted and their guardians are trying so hard and that is the bare minimum. and Not loving your kids is a bad fucked up thing to do with bad consequences.

We all know and love Stan's line in Sock Opera: "Woah! Children fighting, I can sell this." But I haven't seen anyone mention that he already had the video camera on him - he brought a video camera with him so he could record Mabel's puppet show like a real parent (I'm not crying, you're crying)

So I was rereading my journal 3

And got to the part where Dipper was writing about what he saw while in Stan's mind

WHY IS THIS NOT TALKED ABOUT????

LIKE??? THAT'S SO CUTE

I HAVEN'T SEEN A SINGLE PERSON MENTIONS THIS

RAAAAAAHHHHHHH

I NEED FANART OF THIS OR A FIC OR SOMETHING-

What Happened Last Summer (18+) Chapter 7

Another shorter one, but I think it's important. As always, the series is 18+ for mild sexual content, although this chapter is really just some angst.

New to the series? Start at Chapter 1

Read Chapter 8 next!

Enjoy! Press 'keep reading'

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“Stanley, we can’t keep doing this.” Ford’s voice cut through the tranquility of the night. The two brothers sat on the roof, watching the stars – a regular habit they carried over from nights on the boat. 

“I know, I know, you’re gettin’ too old to keep climbing that ladder.” Stan playfully punched his twin in the arm.

“Don’t play dumb with me, Stan. It was fine when we all just got dinner or played minigolf, but if Kathy’s going to be at the house regularly, we can’t keep up this charade.”

“I know I gotta tell her, Sixer, there just hasn’t been a good time.”

“How long are you going to wait? It isn’t going to get any better – you see how the kids are around her, Dipper has nothing to talk about. And I can’t keep dodging the question of what I was doing for thirty years.” 

Stan peered at the ground below. He could feel his face getting hot.

“Stanley, the longer you wait the more suspicious she’ll be. I was there the other night when she said it – she may have been drunk, but she loves you. She won’t for much longer if you keep lying to her.”

Stan got to his feet and towered over Ford. He practically yelled, “And what would you know about love, Stanford? All you ever loved was your precious research.”

Ford returned the gesture, and they were face-to-face once more. He pointed at the Dipper and Mabel’s window. “I know I love those kids, Stan, and I’m not going to make them hide the truth all summer after a year of hiding it from their parents. If you don’t get this situation handled soon, I will.” He made his way toward the ladder, before turning around.

“Stanley?”

“What now? Still not done yellin’ at me?” Stanley clenched his fists. “I’ll do it, Stanford. Just go.”

“Stan, I love you.”

Stan’s fists relaxed and he found himself looking at his feet.

Ford continued, “I just want you to be happy.”

Stan made his way back to the edge of the roof and sat down. He gestured for Ford to follow, and his brother obliged. 

After a few moments, Stan said quietly, “I love ya too. And you’re right y’know, I gotta tell her the truth." He laughed, trying to hide the anxiety welling up inside him. "I think Mabel might explode if she goes another day without pullin’ out that scrapbook.”

Mystery Shack's Utilities Headcanons

Pretty niche topic but as someone who grew up rurally and dealt with most of these, I find them to be realistic. As if Stan's life needed to be harder

The shack's plumbing is on non-potable well water and Stan drives into town weekly to fill jugs of drinking water

The well water is very hard (has lots of minerals) and leaves hard water stains on everything

On top of that, it takes a long time for the water to heat up and the hot water runs out quickly

No dishwasher

Didn't have a dryer when Stan first arrived. For years he used a clothesline or went to the laundromat. He finally got one right before the kids moved in

Doesn't have any air conditioning. Most of the time it isn't needed except for a few hot days in the middle of summer (think the pool episode)

Didn't have heat for a long time, other than a woodburning stove, and Stan had to gather wood in the winter or buy it from the Corduroy's. After several bad winters, he put in a gas furnace with a pilot light. Stan kept unneeded rooms closed off so they wouldn't have to be heated

Ford didn't skimp on the electricity though, and there are backup generators in the basement in case of an outage

There were no telephones when Stan arrived, because Ford became paranoid and destroyed them all

Stan got wired internet in the 2000's, but only in a few rooms, like the office, and still didn't have wifi when the kids lived there

“stan had it worse” “ford had it worse” stan got pushed deeper and deeper into rock bottom until he had to start digging and ford got pushed higher and higher towards the stars until he became an icarus. they are two ends of the same rope, tied to form a circle connected by the knot of a living hell

What Happened Last Summer (18+) Chapters 5 and 6

Dropping 2 chapters again today because they're short ones.

As always, the entire series is 18+ for mild sexual content. Chapter 5 mentions alcohol.

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18+ [Minor do not interact]

Chapter 5

“Hey, Ford!” Stan’s voice was urgent but low, almost a whisper. “Stanford!” 

Ford peeked around the corner and raised his eyebrows at the scene in front of him. It wasn’t unusual to find Stan in front of the TV late at night on the way up from the lab, but he usually didn’t have a woman on his lap. She was sprawled out across him, legs over the arm of his large chair, with her head buried in his shoulder. A few open wine bottles reflected the dim light of the TV. 

“She had a few too many. Help me get her up, would ya?” With a little effort, Ford got Kathy to her feet and held her steady in an almost-hug; she blinked awake. Stan arose and stretched for the first time in hours.

“Better take care of these before the kids wake up.” With a few clinks of glass, Stan was out of the room and Kathy stirred. She clumsily felt for the twin’s shoulders and settled into his grasp. “I love you, Stanley,” is what came out as she attempted to plant a kiss. Ford turned his head and she managed to graze his cheek.

“Woah, woah, hey-” Stan appeared, much to Ford’s relief, and pushed him to the side as he scooped her up. “I love ya too, pumpkin.”

Ford was red from embarrassment. “Stanley, I promise it wasn’t– I mean, I just didn’t want her to fall.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Stan chuckled. “You should be flattered to look as good as me.”

Ford laughed, “Only in indirect lighting, it seems.”

“What’s so funny?” Kathy mumbled.

“Nothin’ sweetheart. Let’s get you to bed.”

[Author's note: it was my intention that nothing sexual happened anytime while she was drunk, but the time skips don't make that super clear. Consent is important, kids!]

Chapter 6

“Whatcha reading, Dipper?”

“Ah!” Dipper jumped at the sound of Kathy’s voice. “Nothing! Homework!” He quickly closed the red and gold journal in front of him and tucked it away in his vest. “I mean… summer reading.” He laughed awkwardly. “I love reading. Not about weird stuff, just normal… normal stuff. Not the supernatural.” He continued to laugh, and it went on just a few seconds too long. 

“Good for you, Dipper.” Kathy chalked it up to the normal odd behavior of teen boys. 

“Great Uncle Ford!” Dipper hopped up as Ford entered the room. “Do you need any help in the–” he glanced at Kathy, “basement today?” 

“Sure, Dipper, meet me down there in an hour.” Dipper took the opportunity to leave and Ford turned to Kathy, “I didn’t realize you were still here.”

“Yes, sorry, I just woke up and couldn’t find Stan anywhere.” Ford didn’t respond, he seemed lost in thought about something.

“I didn’t realize this place had a basement. What are you working on?”

Ford inhaled sharply and rubbed the bridge of his nose under his glasses with his thumb and forefinger. “Just, tying up some loose ends.” 

Kathy took the hint, “I’ve actually got to get going. Tell Stan I said ‘hi’ if you see him.”

Ford just nodded.

What Happened Last Summer (18+) Chapters 3 & 4

Posting two chapters today because I think they're best read together. As always the whole series is 18+ for mild sexual content.

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18+ [Minors Do Not Interact]

Chapter 3

“No, Dipper, it needs to be closer!”

“Mabel, two chairs physically cannot be closer together,” Dipper gestured to a metal folding chair, its side completely flush with Stan’s armchair.

“What are you two fightin’ about now?”

“Grunkle Stan!” Mabel ran to him, but stopped suddenly, looking very concerned. “Is that what you’re gonna wear?”

Stan looked down at his robe and slippers. “This is what I wear every night.”

“But don’t you want to look good for Kathy?”

“Sweety, I’m not goin’ out with Kathy tonight.”

“I know, but she’s coming here! We ran into her in town and invited her for a movie night! You better get dressed.” Mabel ran off before Stan could say anything. He glanced around the shack and panic began to set in. Was that stain in the carpet always there? When did the TV get so small? And oh, god – a metal chair?

After weeks of lovely dates with Katherine, Stan knew he was ready to take things further. She was good with the kids, and got along with Ford, but he found himself putting off actually bringing her to the Mystery Shack. Beyond the gift shop, she had never actually been inside. Thanks to Mabel, he didn’t have a choice anymore. At least Stanford was at McGucket’s for the night and wouldn’t bore her to death with his nerd-talk. 

Stan spent too long deciding what to wear. He finally put on his usual black pants and white shirt, opting out of the jacket and tie for a more casual look. He spent even longer in front of the mirror trying to determine just how many buttons to leave open. Just the top. No, the top two. Buttoning and unbuttoning several times before settling on the more conservative option. 

A knock echoed through the shack and Mabel zipped toward the door. Stan impulsively unfastened the second button on his shirt before following her. 

“Hi, Stan,” Kathy greeted him with a kiss. It didn’t last long, however, before Mabel pulled her away by the wrist. 

“You get the comfy seat! We’re watching a period drama. It’s Grunkle Stan’s favorite.” Stan chuckled awkwardly and rubbed the back of his neck while they all took their seats. Dipper strolled in with popcorn and plopped onto the floor next to Mabel. 

Chapter 4

The soft glow of the scrolling movie credits illuminated Mabel’s face as she slept. That position couldn’t be very comfortable – on the floor, face pressed against Stanley’s leg. How a family this large managed with just one armchair in the living room was baffling to Kathy. Not as baffling as the pig actively chewing on Mabel’s sweater, however.

“Kids, go to bed.” Stan’s gruff voice roused Mabel from her sleep and Dipper led her and Waddles up to the attic. 

“Well… can I get you something to drink?” 

Kathy laughed and placed a hand on his arm, “I would love a bowl of cereal, actually.”

Stan laughed, “Well c’mon then.”

___

“So, uh, I’ve been meanin’ to talk to you about something,” Stan began, between mouthfuls of cereal. They stood opposite each other under the fluorescent light of the kitchen. Stan tried to hide his desperate nerves by casually leaning against the counter. “I don’t know if you’re a waitin’ till marriage kinda gal, or what…”

Kathy cocked an eyebrow at him. Stan avoided her eyes. Instead, he looked down at his bowl and absentmindedly moved the spoon in little circles. 

“But y’know, I figured we’d better get on the same page about sex. If you’re interested in that kind of thing.” He put his bowl down and looked up, “But either way, I think we have a great thing goin’ here.”

In response, Kathy put her bowl down as well. Expressionless, she looked him in the eyes and folded her arms. Stan coughed and began stammering an apology. 

“Stan,” she interrupted him, and with a laugh, said, “I’m definitely interested.” 

He nearly knocked his bowl off the counter as he stood up straight. “Really?” Kathy nodded, but Stan’s face grew puzzled. “How come ya never brought it up?”

She smiled. A subtle, devious sort of smile. “Well, sometimes guys your age have a hard time… being ready. I didn’t want to embarrass you,” she teased. 

Stan’s look briefly turned to surprise before he chuckled and stepped forward. “I’ll have you know, I can be ready whenever I want. Without any pills, either.”

Kathy stepped closer, too, arms still crossed. She looked directly up at him. “Prove it.”

Stan smiled with the corner of his mouth. With his hands on her hips, he guided her backwards until she was securely pressed between his body and the kitchen island. He could feel his enthusiasm pressing into her lower stomach. He put his hands on the countertop on either side of her and leaned into her ear, “That enough proof for ya?”

His breath on her ear made it suddenly difficult to speak. She just managed to nod ‘yes’ before his lips met hers.

He slowly made his way down her jawline, then her neck. The stubble on his cheeks made her giggle and squirm. He relished every movement she made against his body. 

"Stan?" Kathy whispered.

"Hmm?" He didn’t bother pulling away.

"How long has it been? Since the last time?"

His lips paused and lingered a moment before he straightened his back and ran a hand through his hair. With a nervous chuckle, he replied, "Geez honey, I thought you said you didn't wanna embarrass me."

“That long?” 

He laughed, “I mean, it ain't exactly a turn on gettin’ called your brother’s name the whole time.”

“Yeah?” She teased him, fiddling with the edge of his open collar. “What would you like to be called then?” 

Immediately, he was bright pink. For a man with such a tough exterior, it took very little to get him flustered. 

She continued, relentless in her teasing, “Oh I know – Mr. Pines? No, Mr. Mystery?”

He laughed, “Just Stanley is good.”

“Okay, Just Stanley, where were we?” She grabbed him by his signature gold chain and pulled him down to meet her lips once more. He took a small step back, bringing her with him, away from the island. One hand found its way to the underside of her ass, and the other to her hip. 

“Hold on to my shoulders.” 

She obeyed, and with a soft grunt, he had her up on the counter.

“Stanley,” she panted, “I didn’t realize you could–”

The front door swung open with a crash and a voice boomed down the hallway.

“Stanley, you won’t believe what we accomplished!” Ford appeared in the kitchen doorway and his excited look disappeared. “Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t realize…”

“Scram, Sixer. This ain't your personal peep show.”

“Yup. Leaving.” He was already out of sight before the words were heard. 

“Sorry ‘bout him, toots.”

“Oh it’s alright,” Kathy reassured him. “Now, what about that drink you mentioned earlier?”

I'm not sure how to explain this but Stanford Pines is the Waterloo scene in Mama Mia 2, and Stanley Pines is Why Did It Have To Be Me

What Happened Last Summer (18+) Chapter 2

This is the second installment of this series - read chapter 1 here :)

Chapter 3 and 4 out now

As always, this entire series is 18+ for mild sexual content. This chapter has some angst

Minors do not interact

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“Get dressed, Poindexter, I’m buyin’ us breakfast.” Stan peered into Ford’s room as he fastened his belt. “Hurry, we’ll be late.”

“Late for breakfast?” Ford pulled on his red turtleneck. “They serve it all day, Stan – I promise they’re not gonna run out.”

“We’re meetin’ Kathy there, genius.”

Stanford’s face lit up. “Oh, so I finally get to meet the woman you’ve been sneaking off with every night?”

“Only if you can be in the car in the next five minutes.”

_____

Kathy found the conversation pleasant, and the pancakes even more so. They were nearly done with their meal when Ford commented, “Kathy, Stan tells me you taught school for 25 years?” He poured himself a second cup of coffee and began to stir in a little cream as Kathy replied in the affirmative. Ford continued with a chuckle, “Not exactly the type I would have paired Stanley with.”

Stan interrupted, “Yeah, ya probably couldn’t tell, but I wasn’t as big into school as Poindexter over here.” Ford nodded in agreement before taking a large swig of coffee.

Kathy patted Stan’s knee, “Oh, I could tell, Stan. You have a few learning disabilities.” Ford nearly spit out his drink trying to choke back a laugh.

Stan sighed, “It’s a good thing I like you, y’know.” He threw his arm behind her and let it rest on the back of the booth. “Let’s just hope the kids like ya as much as I do.”

“What time does the bus arrive?” Kathy inquired.

Ford answered, “In just a few hours. Are you coming with us to pick them up?”

“No, I’ve got some work to do today, and we decided it would be better to give them a few days to get settled back in first.”

“Mmhmm,” Stan agreed, “and once the motel closes on Monday, I thought we could all do minigolf or somethin’.”

“Oh!” Kathy looked at her watch, “Speaking of that, I’ve got to run! Thanks for breakfast. Great to meet you, Stanford.” She shook Ford’s hand, planted a kiss on Stan’s cheek, and left the twins alone in the booth. 

They picked at their food in silence for a moment.

“Stan?” Ford began.

“Hmm?”

“How much have you told her?”

Stan knew this conversation was coming – the question had hung in the air for all of breakfast. He set his utensils down and looked at Ford. “She knows about my criminal record, if that’s what you mean, and that I went by your name for a while.”

“Come on, Stan, you know what I’m talking about. The portal? Last summer? How much does she know?”

Stan slapped a handful of cash on the table and rose to his feet. “She knows nothing, Sixer, and that’s how it’s gonna stay.” He headed out the door and towards the car. Ford hurriedly followed and managed to get in his way. Stan tried to push past, but Ford grabbed him by the shoulders.

“Look, if you actually like this woman you have to tell her eventually. People are more accepting of the supernatural these days than you’d think.”

“Tell her what?” Stan shoved his brother off of his arms. “That I pushed you into a portal, took three decades to bring you back, nearly ended the world, and almost got the kids killed? She aint gonna leave over a few ghosts – she’ll leave over my mistakes.” 

“Stan… is that what you think happened?” Ford reached for his brother’s hand. “Stanley, you saved all of us. You saved me twice. Maybe your memory didn’t recover as well as I thought.”

Stan yanked his hand away. “My memory is just fine. I know you think I’m a hero, but I’m not sure she’ll see it that way.”

Ford conceded, stepping out Stan’s way as he stormed past to the car. They drove in silence for a few minutes, Stan’s knuckles white from gripping the wheel.

Finally, Ford cleared his throat. “Stanley, let the kids tell her.” Stan just side-eyed him as he continued, “If anyone can convince her you’re a hero, it’s them. And if she still doesn’t think so after that, she isn’t worth your time.”