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"one-sided dipford" this "stancest w/ jealous dipper" that. yeah okay but what about dipford with one-sided stancest. HEAR ME OUT

stan has spent 30 years trying to get ford back he, inarguably, loves him. he is in love with him, even if he hasn't realized it yet, hasn't accepted it yet. then, dipper and mabel come into his life, and he loves them too, but never as much as he loves ford. he risks, not only his life, not only the universe, but dipper and mabel's lives to get ford back. he was willing to risk EVERYTHING that he loved just for a chance at getting ford back. do you realize how insane that level of devotion is??????

so, my point is. even if stan pretends not to give a shit about ford after he comes back, he would obviously be deeply hurt by the realization that his brother is fucking their nephew. his brother, who he loves literally more than life itself (not just his life, either, but all life.) his nephew, who he loves almost as much. how could ford DO this? how could his nerdy brother hurt a kid like this?

there are two possible solutions to this:

ford isnt who stan thought he was. at least, not anymore.

stan is missing something - something that makes this okay. because his ford, the one he remembers, wouldn't do something SO not-okay, he just WOULDNT.

the first option is... unreconcilable. because that means that he wasted 30 years of his life - almost 50 years of it, if he's being honest - trying to get back a monster.

a monster. it doesnt make sense. that isnt ford. ford is GOOD. hes always been the good one, the moral one, the correct one, even if he could behave irrationally sometimes.

so, the second option. stan isnt afraid to admit that he doesn't know everything. he's never been the smart one. but something so intrinsically wrong... its hard to wrap his head around a way that it couldn't be. it goes against everything he's ever been taught, and even his flimsy moral compass spins like mad at the thought.

what stan chooses next is reliant upon ford's actions, i think. and while i dont think ford realizes the extent of stan's love just yet, he knows that it's there. stan wears his heart on his sleeve, even if he pretends to be hard-shelled. ford could always see through that. he knows his brother. and so he knows enough to appeal to stan's emotions - his desire for ford to apologize, for ford to thank him, for ford to love him. he takes advantage of that, because that's the only way to wiggle out of this situation he's trapped himself in.

it works far better than he ever imagined. he realizes, then, how devoted stan could be if ford gave him what he wanted (though, he does not know what stan wants quiet yet.) he realizes how much stan trusts him.

stan... turns a blind eye. he doesnt say anything about what he saw, even though, the morning after, he notices things he'd never noticed before - the exhausted slouch to dipper's shoulders, the shy way he smiled at ford, the bags under his eyes that seemed deeper that ever. his stomach turns.

his morals are compromised. pitted against his love for ford, they didn't stand a chance. so he helps cover for him. because ford is his everything, and he seems so pleased with him with every excuse stan makes for him, every false alibi. stan helps cover for him, and he hopes that, maybe, he will be rewarded with what he really wants: the same love he feels for ford, returned. love that knows no logic or boundaries. love that cannot end, because it has been the foundation for his every action for 50 fucking years, and if it crumbled now so would everything else in his godforsaken life. its too late, now, too late to cash in his chips. he's invested far, far too much into ford. a lifetime.

his entire life is a sunk cost, and he has always been a man of fallacies.

tldr: stan enables ford's pedophilia crimes because he wants to hit that so goddamn bad

[ennos-pocket]

How do you believe that he would get them.

And could he handle more than three?

no way he could handle more than three, i think he could barely handle three 😭 he'd be a very overwhelmed little pikachu. i think he would less "get them" than they would get HIM if that makes any sense.

i think he'd meet the first one in that episode of the anime where they find all of the pikachu in the wild - maybe one wants to go along with them on their journey. she's more softnatured than the second, who started out as a very powerful raichu that became his rival, impressed by his power and itching for difficult fights. her trainer doesnt treat her well, so eventually, she runs away from him to join the gang.

maybe the third starts as a pichu watching from afar who becomes so obsessed with him at first sight that it causes her to evolve into pikachu. she becomes quite the stalker and is a little scary with how obsessed she is, but i guess at some point she chills out. or maybe pikachu likes that, i cant judge LOL

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sup bitches. enjoy some crackfic taken seriously

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Relationships: Dipper Pines/Mabel Pines, Ford Pines/Stan Pines, Slight Dipper Pines/Ford Pines

Tags: Crack Taken Seriously, Dipper Pines has a Scent Kink, Ford Pines has a Scent Kink

Dipper finds out that he and Ford have more in common than he thought.

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Here's my pinecest fic for the first prompt of the event! We love an affectionate brother... maybe a lil too affectionate.

Prompt: "Hiding," twincest.

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Rating: Teen and Up

Word count: 1,631

Tags: Hurt/comfort, fluff, first kiss

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here have this strange fic/drabble hybrid <3 peace and love and intox and thighfucking

ford getting dipper blazed after some late night dd&md until he's drooling on his shoulder, babbling and giggling and singing off-tune to a song playing in his head. his vulnerability is like a sweet ambrosia to Ford, downright irresistible. that's right. it isn't his fault if he gives in, because he never had a chance to resist in the first place... he is irresistible. it's simply a cruel twist of fate where he and dipper are both victims of life's circumstances.

dipper is already practically immobile when ford makes his move: just touching him over his clothes, pulling him just a little too close against his side, caressing his hands over his chest, rubbing his shoulders, allowing his fingers to graze dipper's thighs; to tease his waistband…

he's quiet as he touches him, not saying a word. he doesn't want to wake mabel, or god forbid stanley. though, if their shouting and cheering when dipper beat the boss of ford's dungeon didn't wake the two, then there may not be much to worry about.

even despite ford's silence, dipper is receptive to his touch. he gives in to ford like his body is made of putty, always eager to give ford whatever he wants. and dipper is so intuitive, so in tune with his needs, that he's the one to guide ford's hand beneath his waistband. ford feels a pulse of affection. it's like telepathy, this connection between them. it's something unique. it's something special. it cant be bad…

(dipper is so high right now. honestly, all bets are off whether he is even thinking about what exactly ford is trying to do, why he's trying to do it, or why he really really shouldn't. he's nearly unconscious. ford romanticizes.)

he pulls dipper fully into his lap now where he sits on the carpet. he has to lean on the table behind him, feeling a little dizzy himself, though from the weed or dipper's proximity, he can't tell. dipper whines and tucks his face into his neck, hiding himself from the dim light of the living room. his cheeks blaze hot against ford's skin, near feverish. he's mumbling something, but ford is focused mostly on how he's wiggling his hips, squeezing his legs together and letting out little gasps.

ford's brain shuts down, then, and he doesn't waste a second before he's fumbling with dipper's zipper, panting like a rabid dog into his soft brown hair. he rubs him over his underwear, enamored by the warm, damp fabric beneath his fingers, the fat flesh he can nearly squeeze. he does, and dipper squeals. its uncertain how conscious he is right now, and ford considers that for just a moment before deciding that there is no way in hell that he's waiting another second to get his hands on him. he strips him, feels him up, hugs him against his own fully clothed body. he's slower than he thought he could be, mission impeded by the need to hold dipper like a doll, limp-bodied and red-eyed and easily manipulable. he kisses him, and is relieved when dipper kisses back. he's conscious enough for this, clearly (spoiler alert: he is not.)

ford undoes his belt and fly, and dipper perks up at the sound, still bleary-eyed but registering that ford was undressing. ford chuckles and strokes his hair like a puppy. dipper's drooling again for a different reason, and ford can't blame him, his own mouth watering with anticipation.

he draws dipper in against his cock, just slotting it between his thighs for now. the head rests on dipper's belly, and neither move, both smoked up enough to be sluggish. they just stare down at where their bodies slot together: ford with a guilty lust and dipper with abject awe. with wary hands, like handling glass, he touches ford's dick, and ford touches his back, fingers drawing lines up and down dipper's bony spine, along the curve of his shoulder blades.

dipper's the first to begin moving again, edging close enough for his folds, wet and swollen, to part over ford's shaft. he grinds against him, and ford grinds back, gritting his teeth as he bites back groans, hands tight enough now to leave scrapes on dipper's back. dipper doesn't seem to mind, though, given that he only moves faster, panting and whining and mutters increasing in volume until ford can make them out as words, then louder until ford has to put a hand over his mouth to choke out dipper's squealed orgasm, small body trembling against ford's hips.

moments later, as the afterglow fades, dipper's consciousness fades with it, body drooping down and becoming slack against ford's chest. ford manhandles his knees together, drawing his thighs tight so he can fuck them fast and desperate. he stifles his own choked grunts and keeps fucking up into his nephew's thighs as he cums, white ropes hitting dipper's creamy pale stomach, dripping onto his thighs. he barely has the energy to carry them from the carpeted floor to the couch, knocking down a dice tower and a few minis as he goes. then, he's unconscious too, naked from the waist down with a bare, sticky dipper swaddled in his coat.

hopefully, stan won't find them in the morning.

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my fic for day 6 of pinesot4pril! prompt: stars. this fic idea is a lil bizarre but i've been wanting to write it for a while and i think it came out really nice

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

A strange conversation unfolds when Dipper and Ford get high together, and Dipper accidentally spills about something embarrassing that has been plaguing him. Ford's method of cheering him up is, like most of Ford's methods, unorthodox.

word count: 2,328 rating: teen and up (relevant) tags: adult dipper pines, marijuana, awkward flirting, fluff, stargazing

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Relationships: Dipper Pines/Ford Pines

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Internalized Homophobia, Apprentice Dipper Pines

Dipper had seen how Ford looked at him after he opened that door. And now he was dragging him home to chew him out, no doubt. It was over. Or... not? Maybe Ford would understand. He knew what it was like to be weird, too, after all. Even if he was from an older generation. So maybe he would understand. Maybe Ford would be nice.

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here's that dipford poetry i mentioned ;) might be writing a fic to go w/ this! context is that ford mentioned writing poetry in college to vent his emotions (instead of going to therapy ofc) and dipper decided to try it out. maybe it would help him get rid of these weird emotions towards ford...

spoiler alert: it doesn't.

You Like the Things I Like

Written by Dipper Pines

You like the things I like: In fiction and in fantasy, In our lab and in reality, There isn’t anyone like you, Who likes the things I like.

You like the things I like: Sci-fi ray guns and aliens, Druids, rogues, barbarians, I’m home with you when I’m alone with you, Because you like the things I like.

You like the things I like: DD&MD on a cloudy day, Working late, in snow or rain, Until we finally hit “eureka,” You like the things I like.

Yes, you like the things I like, The things that others don’t. I like it how you’re just like me, Because you like the things I like.

You like the things I like, And you like the things I don’t, Because you like me - I think you do, And I think that I like you.