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[aurrsky2]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/86920741

For @5summersofstancest event♡ first prompt: he loves you.

Teen Stans. Something sweet and sentimental <3

enjoy!

[stansthemans]

I know you do a lot of work with fem!Stan and Ford, but what’s your opinion on fem!Ford and Stan?

I love genderbends so much, and I know I typically only do it with one of the pair (I’m sorry I ungayed them but here we are. I find it interesting especially with the Stans bc it turns one aspect of their relationship “””normal””” and how does that change how they see each other) and usually the one I pick to switch is my favorite of the two, hence all the fem Stan. And I did talk once about fem ford but it was more in the yuri stancest context. As for just Ford being fem, I still stand by it’s such a fantastic way to explore Ford’s anger. Bc of course anger is one of those emotions that men are allowed to express freely, but when it comes to women, especially girls in the 60s/70s, well that isn’t very ladylike.

I imagine that a girl Ford would have so much anger built up, just bubbling under the surface. She knows how smart she is, smarter than anyone else she’s ever met, but being a girl holds her back bc no one thinks that a girl should be able to do the things she dreams of. Caryn is dismissive of it bc women just need to worry about getting the right husband. Filbrick only allows anything bc he senses the possible money making opportunity, a chance for Ford to pay him back for the trouble of raising her. The only person who actually believes in her is Stan.

And Stan absolutely worships the ground his sister walks on. His sister is precious and perfect, but not in the way I think Ford considers Fem Stan. With Fem Stan, Ford has internalized that he needs to take care of her bc she isn’t capable of much of a life without him. She’s a burden, even if she’s a burden that he loves above everything else and is willing to shoulder, a loyal pet of sorts. But Fem Ford, she’s a treasure to Stan, something that needs to be protected so that she can do all the amazing things he knows she capable of. Because no one is as amazing, as smart, as pretty as Ford is. That is so fundamental for Stan with me. Above all, he thinks he exists to prop up Ford.

And Ford knows that her brother is wrapped completely around her little finger. She doesn’t even have to say jump before he’s already in the air. So imagine how betrayed she feels when the science fair incident happens. Just how angry she is that the one person she thought truly believed in her despite everything is the one who ruined her chance. And think how much more desperately she would cling to that anger than canon Ford did. I love a Ford who does mental gymnastics to come to the conclusions that he wants to, so I think here she would feel so justified in that anger, and that expressing that anger would actually feel so good to her bc as a woman, she isn’t supposed to be angry like that. it feels good, it feels justified, so she keeps telling herself over and over again that Stan was the bad guy, Stan ruined everything bc of course he did that’s all he’s capable of doing, and she’s right to feel this way. She’s right to think that he no longer deserves the right and privilege of her love and affection. And Ford has spent a lot of time in her life feeling weak bc she’s a girl and she was bullied. She doesn’t like feeling weak, so the moment she starts to think maybe Stan didn’t deserve all of that and she misses him, no no no he did, and she tells herself whatever she needs to in order to hold on tight to that anger that feels so damn good.

And also (bc it’s important to know ones self and i know i love to hurt my faves) can you imagine how much more terrible Stan would feel? How much lower his opinion of himself would be knowing that he did this to the sister he was put on this earth to take care of? Both with fem Stan and Ford, it’s important to me to remember that they grew up in the 50s/60s, and this would absolutely inform their understanding of gender roles. To them, it’s part of a man’s job to take care of the women in their lives, especially the ones they love. And what a double whammy when that person is both your sister and the love of your life. Can you imagine what a complete and utter failure Stan would consider himself to be, how worthless when he couldn’t do that one thing he was supposed to be good at, when he didnt just fail but actively was the one who harmed her? Because I really think that Stan, in all universes, no matter how much he might try to tell himself that the science fair was an accident—and it was!—he would still believe what Ford assumed, that he did it on purpose to sabotage Ford’s future and possible life without him. Stan will make himself out to be the bad guy bc that’s all anyone—other than Ford—ever allowed him to be.

[puppy-chowo]

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

https://archiveofourown.org/works/83513171

Chapter 2 of Of Letting Go and Holding On is out. This time with considerable more angst and despair!

[stanstits]

My entry for Summer of Stancest 2026, week 1 - He Loves You is now up on AO3! Read it here! Hope you guys enjoy 🩷

[cryptid-doodles-212]

It's always the little things | Stancest Summer 2026

@5summersofstancest

[forbiddenforestofdesire]

He Loves You (And You Know It Can't Be Bad)

Happy Summer of Stancest! This entry is based on the prompt "He Loves You". Theres no nsfw content, and it's partially a songfic. I doubt the Stan twins liked the Beatles, but I do so now they do.

Pairing: Stan Pines/Ford Pines

Rating: G

No warnings

It was a few weeks into summer vacation when Stan brought a portable radio out to the boat. He said it would help speed things up as they worked.

Ford disagreed. He hated the incessant noise from the staticy whining thing. He'd be better off disassembling it for parts, but it was Ma’s radio, and she needed it for her soaps. 

Stan had turned the station to check out the latest on the Mets game and Ford could see he was mentally tallying up the outcome as he pulled out rusty nails with the back of his hammer.

Ford leaned over, making sure he didn't get splinters like last time. “It doesn't look like they're going to pull through. Hope you haven't put too much money on the line.”

“Still got a few innings.” Stan said breezily. “You know what they say, ‘it ain't over ‘til it's over.’”

He pulled the nails out of the hammer and threw them overboard into the sand.

“You ought to be careful, Stan, anyone steps on those and it's a one way trip to the hospital.” Ford joked. 

“Oh?” Stan asked in amusement. “Then you better not go barefoot.”

Ford fanned himself, trying to stay cool in the unrelenting sun. He covered his eyes with the palm of his hand, looking out at the shore. “Do you think anyone on some distant shore, is looking in our direction and wondering if someone is looking back at them?”

Stan looked over his shoulder to see the shore Ford was looking at. 

“Huh. From that direction, I guess you're looking at Nova Scotia, so maybe?”

“I was just being rhetorical.” Ford muttered.

Stan shrugged. He stood up, stretching his arms. He bent down and changed the station to WSJO 104.9 

“Giving up?” Ford chuckled, folding his arms.

“Eh, maybe sports betting isn't my forte. Better off putting my money in safer ventures, like crab fighting.” Stan replied. He turned up the volume as the disc jockey promised a weekend of tunes.

Stan joined Ford, leaning on the railing of the deck as they watched the sea from their dry dock. 

“So what do we think? More sanding? Get some more lumber and try to patch up the hull?” Stan asked, wrapping his arm around Ford’s shoulder. Ford felt startled at the sudden sensation of Stan’s large hand against his shoulder, and the affectionate squeeze. Ford rested his head against Stan as he surveyed their progress.

“I think we need more cashflow before thinking about the hull after our last test.” Ford noted. 

They'd gotten about a few feet from the coast when the boat started sinking. They had to jump out and push it back to shore, and start over from scratch. Their clothes were drenched, and their mother screamed at them for getting her carpet wet. They had to strip in the living room and wait for their clothes to dry on the window sill, and watched tv in their underwear like they were kids.

Stan sighed. “Tell me about it. I think with what I get from my job, the winnings from my last two matches, and your tutoring money…we’ve got about one to two hundred dollars.”

Ford gave a low whistle. “Not too shabby, but at this point it still might not be enough. Do you think we can really get her seaworthy in a year?”

Stan looked at Ford in disbelief. “You're not thinking of giving up on her now, are you? After everything?”

Ford winced. “No! That's not what I…” He looked at Stan. “I guess with my Science Fair winnings, we’d be able to get her up and running. If I win it, that is.”

Stan squeezed Ford tighter. “Oh that? You're sure to win it, Sixer!”

Ford wasn't as sure, but he was happy Stan believed in him. 

“Hey, if we can get this old girl out to sea, then winning a science fair against a bunch of nerds is nothing.” Stan said. “The Stan O’War isn't giving up, why should you when you haven't even started?”

“It's the State level, Stan, not our small town school. They've got kids from Princeton and the other townships competing. Maybe a perpetual motion machine will seem juvenile, or unrealistic, or…”

“Coming up next, back to back hits from The Beatles!” The tinny voice of the disc jockey shouted from the tiny speakers.

“Whatever you put your mind to, you're gonna run circles around them. I know it, you know it too.” Stan replied, gazing earnestly at Ford.

Ford nervously laughed, looking away. “If you say so.”

“I says so.” Stan winked. 

That got a genuine laugh out of him. 

She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah…

The jangly guitar picked up as they heard the unison shouts from the band.

“Dance with me.” Stan declared, grabbing Ford’s hand.

“Now?”

“I don't think there's a better time.”

He led Ford to the deck, still covered in a light snowfall of sanded wood as they twisted to the music. Stan did the watusi, while Ford laughed at his dancing skills, half heartedly joining in.

She says she loves you

And you know that can't be bad

“Watch me do the Mashed Potato!” Stan shouted.

“Impressive, you should bust these out for prom.” Ford noted.

“The trick is all in the toes.” Stan winked as he moved he pointed his foot, then rolled it on the ground in a graceful motion. He was light on his feet for someone with a heavy build. 

Somehow, watching him dance made Ford feel all warm and sweaty. Could be the summer heat. 

She said you hurt her so

She almost lost her mind

“Do you know any other dance moves?” Ford asked.

“Maybe the Pony?” Stan mused. “D’you know that one? I'll teach you.”

Ford half paid attention as he studied Stan’s muscular arms that tapered to his delicate wrists, and his hands, covered in calluses and ruddy at the palms. 

“You got it?” Stan asked, looking at Ford.

Ford blinked. “Uh, maybe I'll watch you, then follow along.”

Stan looked at him a moment, then shrugged. “Sure. I'm getting kinda tired dancing so let's wrap up.”

“But the song’s not over.” Ford pleaded. 

Stan rolled his eyes. “When did you become such a jitterbug? Anyway I wanna listen to the last bit.”

With a love like that

You know you should be glad!

Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

The energy shifted as the next song played, moving into a slower track.

“Wanna head back? Ma might still be baking our cake. If we’re early she lets us lick the batter spoon.”

“I think we’re too old for that, plus it's a great way to get Salmonella.” Ford pointed out. Stan wiped his brow and lifted his shirt up, revealing his stomach as he fanned himself with the fabric. Ford’s mouth was open, speechless. Stan noticed, and lifted his shirt down, blushing.

“You're right, maybe I gotta watch my figure. Coach says I need to get on a cut.” He said, looking down at his rounded stomach.

“I didn't mean it like that, you look great, Stanley.” Ford said emphatically. He wondered if that was too much, too weird. Stan didn't seem to notice as a smile crossed his face.

“Thanks, Sixer.”

Stan grabbed the radio, carrying it his hand as it continued to play the next song.

Close your eyes and I'll kiss you

Tomorrow I'll miss you

Ford felt the sand get in his eyes as he started to blink. He wiped them with the back of his hand and cleaned his glasses. As he put them back on, he saw Stan’s outstretched hand, helping him down from the boat. He grabbed onto it, stepping into the soft sand. 

Stan led the way as they walked together hand in hand back home. Ford wondered if he forgot, but he hoped he’d keep forgetting and hold him until they reached the threshold to the pawn shop.

All my loving

I will send to you

All my loving, darling I'll be true

As the last rays of the sun stretched behind them, they framed Stan's face and the curls of his brown hair into the ring of a halo.

Ford squeezed stan's hand. Every part of him wanted to lean in and kiss him. Right now, on the boardwalk at sunset, on their birthday.

And hope that my dreams will come true…

“Turn that racket off!” Their father shouted, sticking his head out the door. 

Ford hastily let go as Stan reached for the radio, turning the dial in one rapid click as the silence was drowned out by the gulls.

“Guess we’ll finish that dance party later, huh?” Stan asked, turning to face him.

“Indubitably. As long as you remember to bring the radio.”

“Got it.” Stan nodded. “Race you to the kitchen, first one gets the cake batter spoon!”

Stan won, but Ford convinced himself he let Stan have the head start. 

It didn't matter anyway, since Stan wordlessly handed him the half licked spoon and Ford accepted, sitting next to him on the kitchen table while they watched their birthday cake bake in the oven.

[5summersofstancest]

Prompt 1: He Loves You

Hello! It’s time for another summer of our favorite ship! The first prompt is “He Loves You” and I can’t wait to see what everyone has to share!

As a reminder, these prompts are only a suggestion for you to get ideas, not necessarily a strict rule for submission. This is also a free to participate event, so any problems can be submitted at any time during the event, so if for any reason you can’t finish your prompt on time, you’re more than welcome to post it at a later date, as well as after the event has concluded.

Post your submissions to tumblr and tag @5summersofstancest along with the tag “#stancest summer 2026” so I can reblog your post 💖💕💖

[piningstans]

I posted an old fluffy Stancest fic which coincidentally contains birthday merriment

The one where I am growing old with you

After Stan makes a one-off comment, Ford gets hung up on how best to celebrate the anniversary of their romantic engagement, especially hard when he’s not even sure when it quite started.

4k words, one-shot, fluff fluff fluff