#stanzest

[hey-malarkey]

I've been having stomach issues the last week so guess who's also about to have stomach issues? Ford, buckle up, bitch. It's time for some more humiliation

[hey-malarkey]

I think ford should give Stan a blowjob in his yellow chair in the middle of summer when they're both sweating and burning up and still have the energy to have the hots for each other

[hey-malarkey]

Had a dream ford was trying to get over his attraction to Stan by fucking other dudes his age (old stans) instead but he kept getting interrupted right as he and the guy were about to get it on (Kevin and Shawn were nice enough about it the first couple times, but after the 4th or 5th interruption they hailed it as a lost cause and went out to the bars instead). Ford was so fed up that it wasn't working that the next time Stan said "c'mon sixer, why not fuck with me for once?" That ford just yelled FINE and fucking tackled him and they banged for hours.

They both fucking loved it and after that gave up trying to deny how hot each thought the other was.

[hey-malarkey]

They're something about the intense familiarity and the intense distance between Stan and Ford as old men that is so enticing. They are more like strangers than brothers and yet every now and then it still seems to shine thru that they once knew each other better than anyone, better even than themselves.

I love the juxtaposition of these two together. Ford instinctively knowing Stan sleeps on the left side of the bed, that he prefers off brand drinks to name bc they taste like the good old days, and that he hates being cold. But then a complete stranger to sayings Stan uses, to the way he takes his coffee or his favorite sandwich. Doesn't even remember if he was nearsighted or farsighted.

And the same goes to Stan. Recovering his memories and instincts and realizing with joy he remembers things like Ford's tendency to hide his hands/fidget behind his back with them when he's nervous. Remembers his favorite flavor of ice cream was cotton candy flavored even if he lied and said it was chocolate chip. But just doesn't know so much about him. What his favorite color is. How he gets when he gets drunk, or the difference between a real laugh and a fake one.

And them taking time to rediscover each other slowly. Maybe they rush things and butt heads and they get into arguments that devolve into shouting and shoving and heat of the moment threats. But at the end of the day they curl up together and let the rocking of the waves remind them that they're finally living their dreams. Together, forever, adventure and love and inseparable. Unstoppable.

Strangers or not, the brothers drawn together until they are whole again.

[hey-malarkey]

A stancest idea that just popped into my head: "tender noncon somno"

More to follow when it coalesces into something a little more solid lol

(Ft. Timestuck old ford and 30 years mystery shack stan 👀)

[hey-malarkey]

I don't think we talk about post canon Stan forcing himself on Ford enough and Ford feeling so guilty and/or desperate to be everything he can for Stan that he goes along with it enough.

Like Stan having some vague spots in his head and maybe not fully there in terms of all memories and his personality has probably shifted too. And what he does remember is either hellish or painful and very occasionally good like the summer with the kids. But he does remember being into Ford. And this old man is also a fine piece of ass, and they could have a real good fucking time if he'd just relax.

And Ford wanting to make up for lost time and be everything he can for Stan and at first rolling with it because it caught him off guard, and then continuing for a lot of complicated reasons and trying to dredge up some version of the attraction Stan feels for him in return but he's not sure if he can.

And Stan taking advantage of Ford, seeing he's not quite into it and not caring anymore bc he wants what he wants, dam it, and it's about time he finally gets to win.

[hey-malarkey]

Stan scratching his butt, smelling his hand, making a weird face and wondering why he just did that, then finding Ford and putting his hand in front of Ford's nose to smell and watch him make a grossed out face too, laughing his ass off.

[hey-malarkey]

Ford just has not been seen for a few hours. That can be normal, but Ford *promised* he'd be around that evening and Stan is getting kind of sick of Ford blowing off their informal as fuck dates just because he found some sea anomaly he wanted to get more into. It was enough to make a man insecure about whether he was really wanted, sometimes.

And just jumping into the study and yelling or hollering at Ford hardly worked. No no. That was a shouting match waiting to happen. And probable chances of one or both going to bed pissed off and no action on informal date night.

But. Maybe...

Stan walks down to the study and announces he's coming. Ford doesn't like surprise touching or being "crept up on" so despite the purposely creaky wood they used for parts of the ship, Stan still says he's coming in case Ford is too far gone in his studying. He gets a general flap of Ford's hand and that's good enough.

He walks up a bit to the side of him, peaking over his shoulder at the object partially bagged, notes and equipment surrounding it. He reads over Ford's shoulder of what he's got so far, humming a bit as he has to search very deep for if he's ever known anything about what Ford is trying to find out from this.

Stan is also blocking Ford's light. He hears an annoyed noise and feels a pat to his gut in the way of a warning elbow from his brother.

"Stanley, please, I need space and light. I'll be done soon."

Stan shifts to the left, letting the light back in on Ford's experiment. "Sure thing, sure thing, but do you know what time it is, Ford?"

Ford doesn't even look up, poking the object and turning it a few degrees. "I don't know, around five or so?"

Stan sighs and places his hands on Ford's shoulders. He begins rubbing them, and he can feel the tension thst unintentionally spools in his brother as he works.

"Guess again, bro."

For a moment it felt like Ford was going to give in to the relaxing touch and magic of Stan's massage. He could feel the shoulders sink lower and Ford untensed from his hunched position. But then he gave another glance at his work and he shook Stan off.

"Sorry, Stan, I'll only be another few minutes. I just want to check out this--" Stan doesn't know what Ford said then. He'd already left the room.

It was worth a shot. If Ford had relaxed a little more, had actually looked up at him, maybe he could have at least made Ford feel good.

Stan sits down on the side of the bed, not scootching over to his side just yet. He lays back against the headboard, adjusting a pillow behind him, one leg up and resting, the other on the ground.

He slapped a hand down on his thigh, disappointed. It's not like he expected Ford to be at his beck-n-call 24/7. It's not even like he needed to be talked to most of the day. He knows they are both adults with their own interests and habits, and are both prone to their own erratic behaviors.

He just wished Ford would try to make himself a little more available or for once follow through on plans he makes with Stan. It sucks being blown off when you're the only two around in a few hundred miles.

Stan glances at the clock. Nearly 11. He ate dinner long ago, and only tried rousing Ford so late just in case Ford remembered they were supposed to have spent tonight together.

Anniversaries never meant much to Ford, he supposes. But they mean more to Stan than he's willing to let on or even really think too loud.

Ford probably doesn't remember in the first place. It was so long ago...

Stan leans back, hand traveling up his thigh to rest on his stomach. He considers jacking himself off on Ford's side of the bed, just to get back at him a little, but even that seems off tonight. He wants Ford's company or nothing.