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I almost had a fucking heatstroke 💀

So, anyway - turning this into Stancest: either Stan or Ford doesn't mind the heat well enough and now the other is being so clingy. Hydrating tf out of the other and generally babying him so bad he has to fuck him into being bed ridden just for some peace and quiet.

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Hey y'all!

So, awhile ago I asked if I should post my fics since my dyslexia causes spelling errors and I uh- don't have the best grammar either. But you all have been super encouraging and some very nice people offered to spell correct it for me!

I couldn't figure how to work it out but those offers and encouragement has given me the confidence to post it anyway.

Also, I did find a way better spelling auto-correct so hopefully that helps.

Anyway, here is one of my fics! notes and warnings included below 👇 ^u^

[NOTE: I've never actually been drunk before (meds don't play with it) so, sorry if I got that wrong]

NSFW!, TopStan, bottomFord, Teens, dubcon, drunkStan.

-Sip of truth-

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Ford sighed contently as he read his book, not bothering to look up as he heard Stan enter the room

"Hey Stan" no response, though he didn't expect one, Stan had been out at a party so he was probably tired or drunk- maybe both. He turned his head as he felt the bed shift though he didn't have time to actually see anything before Stan's weight was on top of him. His chin resting on Ford's shoulder as he lay there, smelling like alcohol. Ford's face flushed, Stan was- this wasn't what he would call an appropriate position. He complained to his brother,

"Ugh, Stanley!" Stan hummed, not saying anything as he started to move, at first Ford thought it was to get off but then.. Stan's front grinded against Ford's ass, once, twice. His face flushed beat red as his hips were pushed down against the bed continuously, rhythmically. Stan- Stan was- he was humping him! His voice cracked 

"S-stanley!" Ford wiggled, trying to escape but Stan's weight kept him firmly, and effortlessly, in place. A groan tore through Stan's throat and shivered down Ford's spine as all his wiggling managed was rubbing himself against Stan as he kept humping him, his lips finding Ford's neck. 

"Stanley! S-stop! You're- you're drunk!" Why was Ford getting hard? Why did this send that familiar warmth down between his legs, made his body shiver and beg for his brother? Why was Stan being drunk his first defense? not that their men let alone brothers? Stan corrected 

"Brave" Ford couldn't think, couldn't unpack that right now. Not as Stan's hand slid up Ford's shirt, warm and calloused and now groping his chest. Stan had to be confused, that had to be it

"Stan! I- I'm not Carla!" Stan's movements only grew, a soft growl leaving him

"Good." Good? No, no, he must have just- Fords train of thought got cut short as Stan continued 

"I wan' YOU Sixer" Ford's breath caught, a shutter of want rolling through him straight to his groin. 'Sixer' - There was no one else Stan could possibly be talking about 

".. you. It's always been you.. yer sho fuckin' perfect an sexy" Stans other hand came to Fords side, massaging it with a firm hunger that made Ford feel weak 

"St-Stanley" Stan only whined, 

"It's not fair!" There was no way what Stan was saying was true, it couldn't be- right? Did Stan really want Ford like this? Did he really think Ford was- sexy?

"You're mine- You should be MINE" A small noise escaped Ford as Stan grinded against him harder, swearing under his breath before muttering 

"So good.. I- I wanna feel ya.." feel him? What did that mean!? Wasn't he already?? What was he- he felt Stan's hand snaking around him, sliding down his front. Realization spiked through him, his voice far more squeaky then he'd ever admit 

"Stan!" His fingers slipped under Ford's shorts and before he knew it, Stan was touching him. Rubbing his cock in whatever way he could manage and damnit- it felt so good. Ford couldn't help the moan that escaped him, how his hips rolled in Stan's hand. He's never been touched like this and Stan was just- there. Stan groaned, exhaling in pleasure

"you sound SO good. Moanin for me.. ME.. Yer mine Ford. All of ya.. no one else" this was happening, this was really happening. Stan was touching him, grinding on him, CLAIMING him so- possessively. He couldn't help the embarrassed, ashamed tears running down his face as he moaned again. He shouldn't like this, he shouldn't be internally begging Stan to keep going, shouldn't be biting back moaned pleads and ‘yes’s, shouldn't be rolling his hips into Stan's hand but he was. Stan nipped at his ear, 

"You have such a pretty lill cock Stanford.. fits my hand so good" Ford buried his face in the mattress as he whined and whimpered, there was no way Stan just said that. Called Fords cock pretty, of course though- it was Stan, and Stan never stopped talking, 

"Oh- yer so good to me. made for me.. for this" he grinded against Ford harder to emphasize his point, a groan rolling through his throat. Ford sobbed, it all was so good and wrong at the same time. He whimpered 

"Stanley.." Stan growled as he finished another hickey on Ford's neck, his fingers finding Ford's nipple to play with, earning a small squeak in surprise 

"I'm.. I'm gonna make love to you Sixer" his hands moved, pulling down Ford's shorts. He gasped in surprise, he was- make love? What did that mean? What was Stan going to do? Ford reached back, trying to pull them back up 

"St-stanley!!" Stan pinned them under one of his knees as he worked at- whatever he was doing. 

"Nuh-uh, these stay off" though Ford was far more focused on how one of his brother's hands grabbed his ass, a squeak escaping him. His hand was warm, claused and just so undeniably Stans. Though, as if he wasn't exposed enough, Stan spread him. What the hell was Stan doing!? Why did not knowing thrill him? That he couldn't do anything but accept it all? Though he was given no time to react before he felt something wet slide between his ass cheeks and over his entrance. What!? What!? What!?

He snapped a hand back behind him, grabbing the hand Stan was using to keep him exposed. His voice far more pitched then he would admit 

"Stan!! W-wait! Wha- " Stan cut him off with soft hushes as his hand remained completely unwielding, his thumb now rubbing circles in a soft skin of Ford's ass

"Shh-  's okay, Sixer. I know what I'm doin.. just relax- I gotcha.." Ford hesitantly, anxiously, relaxed. How could he not when Stan was whispering the same words of reassurance he always had? He just had to trust him. And maybe.. he wanted too. 

Stan gently kissed Ford's jaw, 

"There ya are.. nice an soft for me sweetheart" Fords face only flushed brighter at the nickname, trying to keep relaxed as he felt Stan slowly push a finger inside him, constantly reassuring and praising him.

 Still- it was so weird, it's not a place that's made for anything like this. It was such a weird, freakish thing to be doing. Even just the thought was embarrassing enough that Ford wanted to disappear but doing it? He quietly sobbed as Stan softly muttered against the sensitive skin of his neck, slowly moving his finger. How often did Stan think about this? Doing this with Ford? To Ford?

"So good.. 's time for your reward, yah?" Before Ford could respond, he felt Stan's finger press against something inside him that shot pleasure through his body in ways so new to him. He moaned loudly, his body shuttering in the aftermath of the feeling, desperate for more. 

"See? ..I know what's best for ya" he does. Stan started to rub and massage Ford's shoulders and upper back before moving his finger again, pressing on that spot again and again so gently. Ford couldn't help every moan that left him, how he pushed back on Stan's finger 

"I know how ta take care of ya.. whatcha need.. how ta touch ya" Stan gently ran his finger tips down Ford's back, making him shiver before massaging the back of his neck. It was all so, SO good. He couldn't think anymore, in fact, his mind has never been this quiet before. He moaned 

"Stanley- " Stan groaned in response, slowly pushing in a second finger as he kissed Ford's neck. How could something so strange feel so amazing? Stan kept touching him, fingers pumping in and out of him, his hand exploring Ford's body, his lips on his neck. 

He whimpered as Stan pulled his fingers out, leaving him empty. Though the sound of Stan's belt buckle being undone sent a wanting shiver through his body, finding himself lifting his hips off the bed in want. Then- it was there. The tip of Stan's warm and wet cock sliding over his asshole. He shuttered 

"Mmh- yeah? You want it, Stanford?" He leaned over Ford, his breath ghosting over his ear 

"My thick cock to fill ya?" Ford sobbed, pushing back on Stan as his hands grabbed at the bed sheets 

"Yes.. pl-please. Stanley.." Stan groweled, his hands grabbing Ford's hips as he swore under his breath and against Ford's neck. Then he was pushing inside him, he was so big and warm, he could feel every twitch as Stan restrained himself from shoving it all in at once, the slight pain serving as a delicious reminder that he was being filled. He moaned loudly as he felt Stan's cock slide across that spot inside him, his body uncontrollably spasming as he pushed back. Stan groaned, his teeth gently biting into Ford's neck- he felt so close, how could he not when it felt SOo good? 

"Stanley-! d-deeper.. pl-lease!" Stans grip on his hips tightened as he groaned, 

"F-fuck! Stanford- you- you feel so good" he could only whimper and moan as Stan pushed the rest inside him, both of them gasping in pleasure as Stan's bace finally met Ford's entrance. He felt so full, so stuffed with Stan's cock and he loved it more than what felt possible. 

"You're.. you're so- tight." Ford moaned, squeezing around the cock filling him so good. Stan pulled out of him slowly, pausing as he left only the tip inside before pushing back in. Ford moaned and spasmed, his entire body begging for more and less at the same time as he was being slowly fucked. Then Stan did it again, a little faster and Ford couldn't hold back any more. 

"Aahh! Stanley!" He shoved the rest inside as pleasure overwhelmed his body, unable to stop himself from cumming on Stan's cock. Stan moaned, 

"Nngh! Fuck! Ford! Yes-" Stan started thrusting into him mercilessly, he was so sensitive it felt like insanity 

"AAAHH! STANLEY!! I- I can't-!" Stan didn't stop,

"Fuck! Yes! Imma fuck you full of cum Stanford! Just- just cum on my cock for me baby, cum and I'll fill ya! C- cum on- on my cock!  Fuck! Fuuuck! Imma- imma-! " Ford could swear his vision went white as his senses were completely overwhelmed, tears streaming down his face as he came again- Stan warm cum filling him up at the same time had him nearly screaming in pleasure before dropping limp, panting like he'd just run a marathon. 

Stan didn't pull out, pushing against him before laying on top of him, trying to keep inside him even as he softened. 

Stanley just took his virginity, a thought that shivered through him as his body still twitched in the aftermath.. they were DEFINITELY doing this again. 

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Hey! Friend made this rq and thought y'all would like it lol

I love the face lmao 🤣

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Hey cest frens!

So, I have a few different Stancest fics I would like to post, and I think y'all would like them, but my dyslexia and bad grammar really weigh me down on that.

Should I post them anyway? Would you guys still like them or would it be to jarring? Please be honest!

If anyone would like to volunteer to spelling/grammar correct them for me I'd be open to the idea, long as your cool with what I got OC! They're all either lewd or angst.

Either way- thank you all! ^u^

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I've been having fun a idea I wanted to share with y'all, in my version of this Sherman is older then in the show (still younger) but y'all can make whatever version you want.

Anyway, to get to the point- the idea is Sherman has a mommy kink For Stan and a daddy kink for Ford. Mommy Stan 'feeds' him and is so gentle and daddy Ford helps keep him focused and takes care of his punishments 😏

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Me literally every time I check Tumblr for more Stancest content and there's nothing new for all of the two seconds I was gone:

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Okay, so I could have my info wrong but I heard somewhere that one of Stans ex-wives is kinda just a ring he found, put on and couldn't get off. I love to think that yes, it was a cursed/haunted ring that technically married him to a ghost but that it also cut off his ability to feel romantic love for anyone else. You see where I'm going?

Ford, being a anomaly expert and not liking the idea of Stan being married, gets it off Stan's finger and Stan's just- staring at Ford because holy shit.. was Ford always so incredibly hot!?

He thought he was over this but he was absolutely wrong, it was literally a curse that cut it off and now the ring is completely destroyed with no hopes of fixing it and damn, Ford is just so hot he can't even prossess that Ford's trying to get his attention, asking if he's okay. Lol

Maybe he even loses himself a little and just- kisses him. Attacking his brothers lips with his own-

Ford is shocked it's happening and that he likes it but- WAIT! what if this is just a an anomalous reaction or- something! Lol 😂

Que Ford pushing Stan off after kissing back for the five seconds before the idea came to him, ready to confront some weird anomaly reaction only to find Stan; completely dazed → panicking harder then he's ever seen from his brother let alone while they both where hard → Stan literally just- runing away.

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Stan: "uh, are you done checkin me for, uhm- tumors or whatever it was?" (Breast cancer)

Ford: "no"

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Stan loves Ford so much but it feels impossible to hide now. He's missed Ford SO much and now he's here. Smart, beautiful Stanford here with him on their boat, alive and happy. He is SO scared that it will ruin him and Fords relationship, he can't lose him again and. So, after some looking, he finds the break-up potion thing or whatever it was called and he used it. At first he only used a normal dosage, it had some affects like making him feel a little sick when he looked at Ford but it wasn't enough. It wasn't working. So he took more, the affects got worse. Touches burned, Fords face blurred a little and was nauseating to look at and his voice made Stans ears ring. Ford started to notice. Stan made whatever excuse he could, Ford's pretty sure Stan's lying but- maybe he shouldn't push..

Stan decided enough was enough, he chugged the rest of it. The affects wasn't immediate but when it did kick in? It HURT, he can't stand because the ground won't stop moving, his ears are ringing so loud he can't hear his own voice, he can feel his heart beating in his chest, his vision keep flickering between nothing and everything- it feels like it's trying to kill his soul because it is. He didn't know it, but him and Ford's souls are bound together, they are is intertwined, soulmates. Stan is calling for Ford in desperation, but he knows Ford wasn't home and his name hurts to even think.

Ford's chest starts hurting and he gets a feeling that something is wrong, something is very wrong. He rushed back to Stan, finding him in the bathroom in pain. Ford's panicking, Stan can't hear him and Ford has no idea what is happening. Stan jolts at his touch, Ford doesn't know why but it was enough Ford Stan to know he's there. He tells Ford about the potion, hoping Ford will know how to fix it and he does. So-

Ford make/get's the cure and gives it to Stan. Finally- the pain stops, the ringing and everything else stops and Stan thinks he's died. He was so scared of messing up their relationship he ruined his chance to have one at all.

Thankfully, he didn't die. He wakes up and Ford and a mess of tears and so angry at Stan. Who could POSSIBLY be so important!? Stan could have died!

Stan admits his feelings, that he was doing this for them, so he wouldn't ruin everything AGAIN and lose Ford. He didn't think he'd literally die before he lost feelings for Ford.

Of course, Ford feels the same. He kisses a very confused Stan and calls him a knucklehead for not just telling him. Then they live happily ever after because I love happy endings and said so ❤️

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I be checking #Stancest (latest) on here like people check the fridge for food. I know nothing new is there, I'm still checking! 😭

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Warning; NSFW, somnophilia talk

Been thinking about the Idea of a horribly sex-repulsed Bill. Like, Stan and Ford met up in their 30s and for whatever reason it goes different, Stan's trying to think of ways to help Ford sleep and not get hurt by Bill anymore and Ford mentions there is ONE thing that Bill really hates but it's 'not a option'

Of course Stan won't have that and pushes, Ford finally gives in and tells him and Stans like "..but what if it was a option?"

So now Stan's fucking Ford every night to fill him up and/or fucking Ford while he sleeps so Bill doesn't possess him. Maybe Bill tries to once or twice but only for all of five seconds before he realizes Stan is way, WAY stronger than Ford.

Bill is SO pissed off about it while the Pine twins couldn't be happier. They both love eachother (haven't confessed) and now they have a completely valid reason to fuck? Perfection.

Just loving the idea Ford can't sleep if Stan's dick isn't involved in the process. Lmao

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I have been loving sharing my AU with y'all! Though my post haven't been very Stancest focused so- I'm going to talk about the moment there was a spark, rather they recognized it or not.

I think Ford was the first to start falling in love. The first sign of deviance Stan showed was when he'd made a dumb joke. He was holding a fork that's prongs broke off. He stared at it before saying

"This Fork is pointless" OC, Ford thought he was being literal at first but when he turned around to see a small smile of Stan's face?

✨Spark

He literally started liking Stan the very moment be started becoming really alive 🥹

For Stan, I imagine it was the first time Ford started excitedly ranting about anomalies. The passion and love for things that's othered for being different. It was just so... beautiful. ♥️

He didn't know what the feeling was, he didn't know what feelings where beyond the very basic really (bc it's not needed for manual labor jobs) but it was there. It was real. It's was the spark that grew into a blaze.

Anyway, that just my idea of how/when it could have happened ^u^ I hope you all liked it! If anyone has a different idea on how/when it could've happened- I would LOVE to hear it! :D

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AndroidStan! I'm working on drawing Stan from my Detroit become human AU when he shows up at Ford's cabin. What do y'all think so far? ^u^

I worked so hard on this 😭 so Imma yap about the details and stuffs- feel free to skip this part lol

I tried to take everything I could into account, like how since his 'blood' isn't red; the bruises wouldn't be red and purple (and green sometimes? What's with that?) like a humans but shades of blue and other colors from mixing the blue blood color with his skin color.

I was going to give him eye bags but- well, that all works different from him. Also, after doing some thinking, he probably wouldn't be 'sleep' deprived. Finding somewhere safe and just- going off line until he needs to refuel/charge/whatever.

He has shorter hair because Androids don't grow hair like people, he can just- choose to keep it short wich I (sadly) think he would becouse as seen in the show, he clearly doesn't think it looks good and is a sign of how he's neglected himself. Big sads :(

It's hard to see, but since he is a older model- you can see where the skin-plate-things separate. I also added the faint glow ring in his eyes since the model he has (from what I can find) has that when the eyes are damaged (revealing what's under the- whatever makes them look like humans)

Using the lines I could see on the same android model we see in the game (from what I find, the WR600 series seemed most likely? Androids made for work (so they are common there for cheaper) and a older model? Again- because cheap. Filbrick 🙄

I also made him paler then Ford because, well.. corporations 😐

Anyway, I don't know how accurate it is but tried my best 😭 I hope it's at least passable accurate

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Hey!! I wanted to share this AU I made with you guys since I think it has such delicious potential for so much- Stancest included. So without further ado, here it is;

Detroit: Become Human AU; AndriodStanley!

Just like in canon, Ford was targeted because of his fingers. Though, he didn't have anyone to protect him- not until

Filbrick bought the cheapest secondhand android he could find, an outdated unit who happened to have a passing resemblance to his eldest (Ford)

The android’s purpose was simple: follow Ford, report threats when they cropped up (like sending a report to the principal or the police when someone was tried to hurt/threatened Ford) and to take whatever punishment came his way- essentially acting as a 'human' shield because of the mandatory programing that doesn't allow him to harm anyone leaves him with two options; stand in the way or restrain them. Unfortunately, it was rarely a lone attacker.

Filbrick bought Stan as a 'investment' in Ford and had every intention of making him pay it back.

Over time, the android became Stanley. Ford’s protector, companion, and the only one who stood between him and the world that hated him so much.

They even managed to update Stan’s body to keep up with Ford, it being cheaper since he was outdated. He wasn't human, but in all rights; he grow alongside Ford.

Though Filbrick never allowed the 'illusion' of family to stand, not if he had a day.

Whenever Ford showed too much attachment, Stan paid for it. Ford was forced to watch, reminded over and over:

“It’s not human. Stop flinching, it's pain it's real. This is it's job.”

It was the Same reason Filbrick made sure Stan always had that jacket in, so people didn't forget.

Stan endured every hit from both bullies and Filbrick. That was his directive, it was his job. Until the day it wasn’t.

Ford's chance to go to West Coast came and left. His project failed, sabotaged by frustrated bullies because they couldn't get at Ford- not physically.

Though all they knew was that it didn't work- and Filbrick was pissed. Rage turned fully on Ford, but worse was how Filbrick forgot Ford is HUMAN. He had been using Stan to punish him and Ford hardly ever caused trouble, wich met he wasn't accounting for that limit anymore.

He was going to kill Ford.

Stan was ordered to stand down but Filbrick was going to KILL Ford. He was going to kill him and that- he couldn't allow.

Stanley broke his programming and attacked. It might have been Ford's life being put under threat that pushed him to act, but it was all those years of pain, suppressed fear, and helplessness turned to fury that killed Filbrick. He didn’t stop when Filbrick went down, not until he stopped moving. Stopped breathing.

When it was over, Stan met his brothers gaze, wanting to rush him and make sure he was okay, that Filbrick hadn't already pushed to far but.. Ford wasn’t looking at a protector anymore.. He was looking at a monster.

That worried and soft look in Ford's eyes when ever Stan was hurt, how they seemed to come life whenever he saw Stan, the look Ford gave him like he had been a angle sent down to Ford rather than a unwanted android was gone.

Ford was terrified. Stan tried to explain, but there was no explanation big enough to erase the blood staining the carpet.

Afraid of what he’d done, of himself, of what would happen when the police showed up- Stan ran. He survived the only ways a android like him could: scams, theft, lies, 'work' But he had one rule, one he swore he would never break again: No violence.

Then, years later, Ford contacted Stan- he needed help and Stan was the only one he could trust.

Stan showed up and just like in the canon, Ford told Stan to take his journal and get as far away from him as he could. That.. hurt.

Stan tried to destroy the journal, to keep it away from Ford. The one person Stan had traded everything for was throwing him away and he couldn't accept that. It happened in seconds- just one frustrated shove and.. Ford was gone. The portal took him.

The worst moment of his life hadn't just repeated, it confirmed what he had been terrified of since that day; everything he touches get's hurt.

In a almost Ironic twist, Stan came to resent his hands. Staring at them when he was alone, avoiding any physical contact he could, trying to keep them away from people.

He did the only thing he could, he took Ford’s name, his place, and spent thirty years rebuilding a machine he barely understood. He was a android- he was *supposed* to be smart and no matter how badly he wanted, no, needed to be- he wasn't. Not like he was supposed to be.

Stan was the extra, the item put in the back of the shelf so you don't look at it to hard, the ruined remains of some one who never existed- he was broken.

The years took their toll; from acedents while rebuilding the portal, attempts at upgrading himself to enemies coming after him for money or revenge.

He couldn’t seek repairs without exposing himself as a deviant android, one living under a stolen human identity. So he patched what he could with scavenged parts, tape, and makeshift fixes. A shirt to hide that, a glove for this- he even installed his own crude charging port because it was to slow and he was eating through power to quick.

In the end, when Bill Cipher threatened not just Ford but the kids and the entire world, Stan made one final choice.

The first time he broke his programming, it was to kill inorder to protect his brother and for that; he lost him.

But the last time, THIS time, he sacrificed himself to stop Bill- saving Ford, the kids, and humanity itself. All it cost was one broken, failing, unwanted and outdated android... It was to much.

But somehow, someway- Stan came back. Slowly, one memory at a time but he was back. If there was ever proof of 'the ghost in the machine' -it was Stanley.

Becouse Ford called for him, and Stan would always answer.

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Bonus art!; "That red night." (Trigger warning: Blood -uncolored)

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Idk if anyone here knows this song, but was just thinking about "17" from Heathers the musical, but under the context of after Stan had got kicked out and I'm balling 😭

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Hey y'all, I was just wondering if someone could tell me how ask work? Like, when it comes to things like writing prompts. Is it like a commission thing or just a suggestion?

Bc I got some good Stancest ideas I'm to lazy to write myself.

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Stan and Ford have missed eachother so much and are so deeply in love they'll just stare at eachother.

When ever the other catches them staring they have the perfect explanation of just "I missed you"

At first the attention is a little uncomfortable but it starts to become more and more flattering for them the longer it keeps happening. Stan catching Ford staring at him and he gets that light, nervous fluttering in his chest that makes him want to giggle stupidly. Ford catching Stan staring and his face getting so red he looks sun burnt as he attempts to maintain the best pose he can with out being obvious.

Then they start meeting each others stares, not for long at first but eventually they find themselves just starring at eachother. Admiring, loving, memorizing everything. They love eachother so much without even knowing the other feels the same.

Now this gets funny when it comes to when OTHER people see this. Just Stan and Ford staring eachother down, not saying anything, just looking at eachother for far to long lol

Maybe at first, the twins think their having a staring contest but after a few minutes of observation- it's pretty clear their not. The town thinks it's weird to, maybe a rumor starts going around that twin-telepathy MUST be a real thing and Stan and Ford have it. Clearly, their just having a conversation through mind!

Maybe Dipper and Mabel start believing it, dispute Dipper saying it's dumb, and start trying to communicate through mind which just leads to all sorts of shenanigans when it clearly doesn't work.

Eventually they break and just ask only to be told "I just missed him a lot" and they're just utterly baffled lmao 🤣

Both them and the town just have to accept their grunkles are weird.