Haven't Seen Many People Mention This, But When Stan Is Dressed As Ford In The Finale, His Facial Hair

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.

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!

18+ [Minors do not interact]

“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. 

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“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.”

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'

18+ [minors do not interact]

“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.”

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!

18+ [minors do not interact]

“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...

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."

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)