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I’m so sorry it’s been forever! I needed a mental health break after some family and person issues cropped up! I promise this blog isn’t dead, I will be coming back to it super soon! Hopefully by October I’ll have worked through more of my drafts and requests! Again, so sorry for the silence and thank you so much to all those who stuck around and continue to do so! I love you all!
With All the Love in the World
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Guys I know it’s been a while, my apologies. I really needed a social media break and unfortunately it’s lasted a bit longer than I thought it would. But don’t worry, I’m doing fine! I should get back to writing pretty soon!!! I hope you all are doing great and are having a great summer :)
With All the Love in the World!
Xx
A sick day
A little sfw platonic, agere fic, where Stan doesn't feel the best. But he has his big brother to care for him! HUGELY inspired by @the-universal-sun and their most recent sfw platonic agere fic. The scene where Ford reads to Stan really implanted itself into my head, so I hope its okay I included something similar here!
Fic under the cut!
AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/65446495
I swear I’m not dead, exams are just getting to me. But soon, soon I shall be free to work more than just 20 words in my drafts. I’m really sorry it’s been taking so long to get these out, but again, I’m not dead OR on hiatus. I’m just, at the moment, rather slow. And know I’m thinking about you guys and how amazing your requests are and how much I want to work in them all the time. Please forgive my slowness :(
With ALL of the Love in the Entire World!
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Sorry this took a bit, tumblr just straight up deleted half of what I had written and I had to have a bit of a cry before I got back into it. But! Thank you so much for the request, I hope you stuck around this long to see it through! I did have fun writing it, these two are so cute and stanley deserves all the care and love in the world! I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I've enjoyed writing it!
With all the Love in the World,
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"Okay now, Stanley, it's nap time. Go and pick out what book you want me to read to you since we finished the last one. Go on." Ford ushered his brother, who had been little for a better part of the day, towards their little book nook, it's just a small shelf Ford had put up with some books aimed towards young children, Stanley added some fairy lights to make it more fun. Ford did have to admit the lights were a nice touch, making it seem cozy and warm. They just finished reading Charlotte's Web last week, and Lee loved it for all that he cried during it. Ford was worried at first, thinking the book was too much, but once his brother was feeling bigger, he explained how crying did make him feel better, getting all those "icky feelings" out in a way that didn't involve hitting things. He still doesn't quite believe him, but he'll acquiesce for now.
Ford waits patiently, Lee wants to pick his books alone, the tone of the book deciding how he felt, how young he felt, in that moment. It's a good indicator, though he would love to help Lee pick put a book sometimes when he's feeling small, he can't help it, Lee always looks so cute when he's concentrating and trying to make a decision. If he was allowed, Ford would take a million photos of that face, alas, his Little brother is camera shy. A tugging at his sleeve pulls Ford's attention away from his thoughts, Lee holds a book out to Ford, looking down and his feet his face red. Ford commits that face to memory to draw later, he looks so cute. He wants to pinch his cheeks and kiss them. Moses, he's turning into Ma'. Ignoring those thoughts, Ford grabs the book, another small chapter book, and reads the title.
"Oh, Lee. Are you feeling smaller right now, hmm?" Ford asks with a smile, holding the first Winnie the Pooh book in his hands. It's an old one, Stanley picked it out from a thrift store in town, the worn cover reminding him of that nice old woman, the one who made him Poindexter and his quilt. Ford wonders if she may possibly be alive somewhere.
His Lee shyly nods, rocking slightly on his feet and tangling his fingers at the ends of his hair-the mullet had been cut and evened out-the actions tugging at Ford's heart strings. His brother was so cute. He has to draw this when Stanley’s napping. "Well that's okay, Lee. You know I don't mind if you feel smaller today. Do you want to nap on the bed or do you want to make a bed in the living room?" Ford would prefer Stanley wanting to nap in bed, but if his twin really wants to, he'll drag every blanket in the house down stairs and make him a nest.
"Mmm..." Stanley rocks, finger going up to tap at his lips, Ford lets it as long as his brother doesn't start biting at it. After a while, this is a very big decision for his brother to make, Stan points upstairs in the direction of their rooms, wanting to nap in his bed. Ford takes his hand, Stan can be unsteady when he's feeling small, and walks up stairs with him. He makes sure to go slowly, reminding his Lee to hold on to the stair rails so he doesn't fall. "...can do it..." is the only response Stanley gives, pouting all the while as he holds the railing with one hand and Ford's in the other. They slowly make their way to Stanley’s room, turning the lights on to reveal his bed, outfitted with his favorite teddy bear quilt and his beloved Poindexter. Ford still can't get over how...complicated he feels knowing his brother named his stuffed animal after him and how deeply he's cherished it for a decade now.
"Come on, Lee, up up in bed, I'll tuck you in." Ford pulls back the comforter and quilt, helping Stan up and settled in bed, one time Stanley slipped off the bed when he was feeling small and Ford's panic about his tears caused even more crying-it was a rough day. “Let’s get you all nice and tightly tucked in, Lee. Right, bud? As snug as a bug.” It took Ford a while to get used to this childish talk, he’s still embarrassed by it sometimes, but Stanley loves it. It’s starting to come more naturally to him as he keeps talking in this manner.
“...’n a rug?” Lee asks, chewing on his finger. Which Ford swiftly replaces with a rabbit pacifier he has laying on the bedside table; not Lee’s favorite but Ford thinks it’s rather cute. His brother’s hands are already torn up, and he’d hate for them to get worse before he finishes perfecting and experimenting with his healing salve. It’s main purpose is to reduce inflammation and scarification on the first two layers of the skin initially, with more permanent healing taking place after being used consecutively for several days-
“As snug as a bug in a rug, Lee.” Ford cuts himself off. This is no time to be thinking about his projects, not with his Little brother in front of him. Stan is what, who, his focus needs to be on. He leans down and presses a kiss onto his brother’s forehead as he starts to meticulously tuck in the covers.
“...’n Poindexter?”His brother asks around the pacifier. Stan holds his ragged teddy bear up, as if presenting the toy for inspection. But Ford knows what his brother is really asking for. He presses a loud and overdone kiss on the plush’s head, biting back a smile at the giggling bursting forth from his brother. He needs to keep his brother calm or else he’ll never nap. He’s just too cute though.
“Yes, of course I’ll tuck your friend in with you, Lee. Nice and snug as a bug.” He tucks the toy in his brother’s arms, pulling the beloved quilt up, covering the two of them and tightly tucking the corners in. Ford smoothes back his brothers hair, it's grown out a bit from that rather horrendous mullet he had all those months ago.
“In a rug!” Lee giggled, kicking his feet beneath the blankets. Ford bit back a coo, his brother hearing that would be way too embarrassing for him. He sat next to his brother, bundled and tucked in tightly with his quilt, and opened the story book Lee picked out.
“Are you ready for your story? Or do you need to get more situated first, Lee?” Ford asked, looking over to his brother. His brother who was clutching his bear and staring up at him. Staring as if he had hung the moon. Moses, Ford cleared his throat, his heart is going to give out on him one of these days from how sweet his brother looks. “Story time it is, then.” Ford turned to the first page-
“Voices.” Ah, of course.
“Yes, Lee, I’ll do the voices, too.” He turns back to the first page of the book, face red at the thought of even attempting to do Winnie the Pooh’s voice. Stan really has him wrapped around his finger.
Ford wouldn’t have it any other way.
No! I have a post in my drafts that I’m working on and half of it that I just worked on suddenly disappeared after I had saved it too!! I can’t remember all I wrote to, so I have to essentially start from scratch! I’m so sorry, I promise little stan being taken good care of will be coning out!
Hi, love your stories and had an idea to share!
A story where someone in the Mystery Trio (maybe Fidds, idk) regresses at a very inconvenient time? And they try to hide it or push it off or pretend it's fine while they are very much panicking because they don't even know what triggered it. When the other two pick up on it, the Little cries about how they didn't mean to and the others comfort them?
Anyway, no hurry to do anything with this! Take your time if you choose to write it. I know you're probably a bit busy.
Take care!
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I'm so sorry this one took so long @sunflowerdrabbles ! Writer's block hit me and hit me hard! I would come and just stare at my computer, getting a sentence or two done. TBH, I'm not the happiest with what I wrote, too. I'm deeply sorry if the vision you had in mind wasn't captured! Hopefully now that I've had a little break from school and the weather is warming up, this awful writer's block can go away, I have so many draft I WANT to work on. To those who are still here, thank you for sticking around, I really appreciate it! Thank you from the bottom of my heart for requesting this, I did love it and love working on it, even though it took me so long. I hope you all enjoy reading it!
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"Ya' sure you're okay to go, bubs?" Bubba-Stanely asked, concerned about Fiddleford's headspace. Which was completely misplaced concern because he's fine, he's Big and can go play-go on a research hike with Stan and Ford. Because he's an adult with an adult mind and is perfectly capable of traversing through the woods looking for fae and goblins.
"It's perfectly fine if you don't feel up to it-urk!" Stan elbowed Ford, glaring slightly at him for his words. "I'm-I meant if you're feeling close to dropping. We wouldn't want anything to happen to you out in the field. We can do this another day-" Fiddleford isn't going to let his friend finish.
"I said I'm fine. I'm not little, I ain't even close to it! I'm feeling perfectly fine. Now. Can we go?" Fiddleford gestures towards the open door, his pack ready and on his back. He doesn't need to be handled with kiddie gloves, he's a grown man. He was looking forward to this trip, too. Apparently there's some sort of metal deposit in the area that'd be fantastic for his latest robotics project, and Fiddleford just can't wait to get his hands on it. Well, more accurately, he's been waiting months and can't wait any longer. That's the only reason he's so ready to go, not the thoughts in his head screaming at him to act his age.
With out a backwards glance, Fiddleford practically stomps out of the Shack, eager to prove how capable he is in that moment, not feeling Small and all such. Stan and Ford trade a long glance behind his back, silently promising the other that they'll keep an eye on Fidds, then more reluctantly follow him out. Fiddleford stops at the edge of a the woods, impatiently tapping his foot. The twins are taking forever to get here, typically he's the one dragging his feet, and Ford was the one who was the most excited for this yesterday! It's because they think he's hovering in-between headspaces, that it's not safe for him, a full grown adult, to come. Normally, he'd agree with them, but for some reason, their doubts about his headspace and capability are just making him upset. Fiddleford'll show them, he can do this, he can be Big and go search out devil creatures with his friends. He's got this.
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Okay. Maybe he doesn't have this after all.
It was all going so well, Fiddleford was enjoying himself, he only tripped and got scared and hid behind Stan a few times! Until some giant sort of chimera creature jumped them, it was snarling and frothing at the mouth and so scary. Stan and Ford were figuring out ways to fight it, but Fiddleford's already frayed nerves snapped and he ran. He ran until he couldn't breath, hiding behind a twisty and creepy looking tree. He didn't even realize he was crying until he collapsed on the ground. He also realized he was dropping. Hard. And quickly.
Great, this was just what he needed. To be hiding, scared, and crying. All Fidds wanted to do was, was what? Prove he wasn't a scaredy-cat, that he could keep up with them on the research and expeditions? They already knew that, Stan and Ford. No, what he really wanted to do was to prove he could be an adult. To act like one when he needs to, when the time comes. To prove his nasty thoughts wrongs. And look how that turned out for him. He just wants to go home, get into some jammies, and curl up with Bubba and Stanford.
Fidds feels the tear drops labs on his hands, his lips quiver as he tries and fails to hold back his sobs. He’s scared and all alone, he wants comfort. Comfort from his stuffies and from his favorite people. He wants-
“Fidds? Hon is that you!?” It’s Bubba! It’s Bubba’s voice coming from behind his hidey spot! He’s come to save him and take him home where Uncle Stanford can fix him up and Bubba can kiss his boo boos!
“Bubba! ‘M h-here, Bubba!” He calls, not moving from his spot. Uncle Stanford always told him that if he gets lost when Small that he has to stay where he is and wait for him or Bubba to find him. Fidds figures that using his outside voice is still okay, especially if it helps them find him. “Right here Bubba!” He hopes they find him fast, he got scrapes and scratches from running and they sting real bad.
“Fidds! Finally found ya’, we was looking everywhere for you, sweetie.” Bubba rounds the tree, his brow furrowed, but not in an angry way, in a worried way. He was scared. Scared for Fidds. And doesn't that just make him feel even worse, his sobs increasing in force and volume.
"Stanley! Stanley, did you find him? Is he okay?" Uncle Stanford, he's found him, too! Fidds reaches his hands up, still crying, needing to be picked up and held. His feet hurt and his legs feel like wobbly jelly, he doesn't think he can walk back home. He sniffles as Bubba picks him him and moves him around until he's being held in a piggy back ride, Uncle Stanford behind him with a six-fingered hand patting his back. Fidds sniffles some more, his eyes drying up now that he's with his caregivers, the terribly guilty feeling of making them worry and get upset at him clawing up his throat.
"Y' mad at me?" He asked in a soft voice, hiding his face in Bubba's shoulder, he can't see either of their faces from this angle, but it brings him comfort to hide his face away like this.
"Mad? Oh, Lil' Man no, of course we ain't mad at ya'. 0-or upset with ya'." Bubba's hands tighten around Fidds' legs, hiking him further up his back.
"Grammar aside, Stanley's right, F. We aren't upset with you, we were so worried when you ran away, these are dangerous woods even in a group." Uncle Stanford takes breathes, his hand gripping Fidds' shirt tightly, "Please never do that again, I don't think my heart could take it."
Oh, he did make them upset. Not the mad kind, but the worried kind. That made his chest ache and his eyes sting worse than the thought of making them mad. Fidds couldn't help his lips wobbling and breath going funny. His sobs start again, silent and hiccuping.
" 'M sorry, I didn't mean ta' run away. Was-hic-was jus-jus scared by the-and I. I j-just," He can barely speak wiping his eyes on Bubba's shoulder. "I w-wan'ed to come and be-be Big because-hic-because-" He feels like such a bad boy, worrying his Bubba and Uncle Stanford like that. He shouldn't have gone with them. He was so stupid! " 'M a bad boy..."
"No! You're not a bad boy, not at all Fiddleford McGucket! You are sweet and kind and good beyond measure!" Stanford stopped Stan with a hand on his shoulder and turned him around, ducking his head to make eye contact with Fiddleford. "You are such a good boy, Fiddleford, even when you make mistakes or you misbehave on purpose, you'll always be good." Stanford sounded resolute, his eyes firm. His hand left Stan's shoulder to rest gently of Fiddleford's, petting gently at it.
"Yeah, Bud. We get it, you wanted to come with us, but we wouldn't mind postponing this-uh-little "outing" 'till you felt, well, uh. Not so small?" Stan piped up, his neck craned to look at Fiddleford, his nose brushing his cheek and his eyes soft.
"B-but you woulda' had'ta w-watch cartoons n' play games with me. An' other kid stuff. An' I'mma adult. B-but I can be big-"
"We know you are and we know you can be, Fiddleford, but we-Stanley and I love you. It doesn't matter if sometimes you're feeling too-too scared or too small to engage in more adult or dangerous aspects of our work, we would gladly spend a day playing with you."
"Yeah, what Sixer said. Little Man," Bubba sets him down on the ground before sitting down himself and maneuvering until Fidds was sitting in his lap, "Fiddleford, we love hangin' out with you, adult or not. Because it's you we're with. Don' matter what we do; Tinkering' with your creepy ass-uh ignore that word-doomsday bots or playing jacks. 'Sides I like watching cartoons with ya'." Stan crushed Fidds to his chest and noogied his hair.
"R-really? Even though-though I can't-um-I can't-" It's hard for Fidds to get the words out of his mouth, something he always has trouble with when the world feels too big for him.
"It doesn't matter what you can or cannot do, what limitations you may have; you're not just our friend, Fiddleford, you're family to Stanley and I, so none of that matters." Stanford pulls Fiddleford's face to meet his, needing his friend to see the sincerity in his eyes. "Any time we spend with you is time spent well. Not a waste or boring or any other such nonsense your brain tells you. Okay, F?"
Fidds' eyes sting with tears, good tears this time, not those stupid sad and scared tears from earlier, as he pulls Uncle Stanford into the tightest hug he can manage. The tightest one in the whole wide world. Bubba pets the back of his head and rocks them, Uncle Stanford's hands are returning Fidds' super strong hug with one of his own, squeezing his sides tightly. Tight enough to make his whole body relax against him and Bubba, their hands and bodies holding him up in a loving embrace.
Why was he so worked up in the first place? Why would he listen to those mean and nasty thoughts? Of course Bubba and Uncle Stanford wouldn't be upset if he was little, they said it themselves, they're family. And he loves his family oh so much.
Okay this has been eating at me the entire time I’ve been writing this Drabble. What would little Fidds call ford? And what would Ford call regressed Fiddleford? I already have Fidds calling Stanley Bubba but I can’t think of anything good for Ford to be called.
So I have a question, I know you have an au in which Fidd is Stan and Ford's caregiver mainly stand before they get Ford back but how did he become Ford's caregiver
Thank you for your question!
I try to leave some of the backstory up for interpretation, especially since I haven’t written a lot for a little!ford and cg!fidds, but in my mind it semi-started in college and when they started working together in Gravity Falls is when they fell into a Little/Caregiver dynamic.
Ford, while at Backupsmore, didn’t take the best care of himself, he was too focused on streamlining as many degrees as he could as fast as he could, which means he would study so much he’d forget to eat, sleep, shower, etc, and Fiddleford noticed it. And in my writings, Fiddleford’s the oldest of like 5 or 6 and is used to taking care of his siblings/little cousins. So he notices his friend/roommate isn’t doing too hot, so he starts gently reminding Ford to eat some lunch, get a nap in, and to go take the occasional shower, sometimes having to feed him or physically remove him from the desk so Ford could get some rest. Eventually, as things slowed down some, Ford started eating and resting at Fiddleford’s first/second reminders and got better about taking care of himself.
When Fiddleford came up to Gravity Falls, they fell into the same routine they had in college, Fiddleford reminding and sometimes having to make Ford eat and sleep and shower, and do something other than focus on his research. It was a bit different now than it was back then, though, because Ford acted softer and more childish in those moments. Foot stamping when he wanted to keep reading and researching, suggesting more, for lack of a better word, juvenile films during their movie nights, as a whole acting a little softer. Acting a lot like those younger siblings and cousins Fiddleford used to care for. Acting a lot like Tate.
They sort of naturally fell into this dynamic, unlabeled as to what it was, they didn’t need labels, they were content with how things were. But then of course Bill came into the picture and things rather went south between the two of them, and things proceed as in canon.
Depending on the request/ask, Fiddleford sometimes helps Stan fix the portal, becoming Stan’s caretaker, to get back Ford in a couple of years and they pick up where they left off. Sometimes that doesn’t happen.
I hope this answered your question satisfactorily! Again, thank you for asking!
With All the Love in the World,
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I am so sorry for being MIA for this past week! It’s near the end of the semester so Uni stuff has ramped up, so many papers…
But I am currently writing (and hopefully with post later tonight/early tomorrow) a little Fidds ask! Thank you so much to everyone who’s stuck around, I truly appreciate it!
Good luck to anybody working if school work, too! I’m in your corner and believe in you!
With all the Love in the World!
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Okay... a small idea : Regressor!Pacifica and Caregivers!Dipper and Mabel?
Sorry this is late, I am working on another request, but I had to take a break with it because my mind wasn't computing. I'm very sorry. But thank you so much by lovely anon for this request, even though it was so long ago, I hope you've stuck around. I enjoyed writing these head canons out so much, I never thought of the twins as caregivers nor Pacifica as little before, so I had fun figuring them out. I hope I captured your vision and I hope all of you enjoy reading these as much as I've enjoyed writing them! Please stay safe, warm, and dry out there! Spring is almost upon us!
Sending all the Love in the World
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-I imagine this happens when they're a little bit older, so about 14/15 years old, when societal teen pressure really starts to hit hard
-Pacifica's parents have been getting onto her about the family image and keeping with the "right company" and have been demanding she quit her job at Greasy's
-Due to parental pressures, she feels like she still have to be that cool rich girl who looks down on others, has perfect grades, and a million extracurriculars to do
-It's a lot of pressure on her, and she's looking forward to the summer; the twins will come visit, her parents and school "friends" will leave for their coastal vacation homes and she can be free to be not Pacifica Northwest, but just Pacifica, sometimes Paz
-It's early on in the summer when it happens, Mabel asks how the year's been for her and she just goes on a rant, one about all the pressures she's faced that year, how she hates her so-called "friends", has no free time because of all the things her parents signed her up for to mould her into a proper lady, how she longs to go back to a simpler time when none of this stuff mattered, grades or money, but how she never got to be a free kid because, with her parents, it was always about the image and the money. Her rant ends in hiccupping sobs and coughs as she asks them why she wasn't allowed to ever be a child
-Dipper and Mabel hug and console her, patting her hair and rocking her from side to side, saying she's free to be however she wants to with them, even if that's the kid she never was allowed to be
-It's during this that she notices how...fuzzy...everything is. It's like she was underwater, everything was muddled and seemed to be moving so slow. She felt...loose?
-She can't exactly find the words to explain it, but she didn't feel so bad and upset as she did earlier, she feels nice and warm, her best friends for ever literally by her side
-Mabel and then Dipper notice this new development their friend is going through, her eyes have a sort of daze to them that looks very familiar...similar to their Grunkle's eyes when he feels smaller
-The connections are made, Dipper and Mabel figure out that Pacifica is most likely regressed, the unloading of her mental state being the shove over the line she'd been teetering for a while, evidently. They know that she probably doesn't know what's happening, but they're going to take care of her until she's feeling big again and then explain it to her
-For a while, she just kind of lays there, getting used to the new feelings she's experiencing, until something shiny catches her eyes
-It's Mabel's craft corner, with all her glitter and markers, felt, and knitting supplies out in the open
-Paz just kind of crawls, because she can't manage to get the strength to walk with all the newfound feelings she's having, to the corner and starts pulling out paper and glue guns and googly eyes, asking Mabel "Can I? Can I? Can I?" with each new item
-Mabel is 100% on board with Paz crafting, with her supervision of course
-Dipper is more hesitant, anxious that she could get hurt some how, but Mabel assures him that she's going to keep an eye on Paz and she'll make sure no one ends up hurt
-Dipper is not too assured initially since he knows how serious Mabel's crafting can be, how much glitter can hurt. He's assured after watching the two of them color, cut, and glue to their hearts content, watching his sister guide Paz with the cutting and hot gluing
-Less anxious now, he should know to trust Mabel by now really, he makes the three of them lunch. It's nothing complicated, just PB&J's and some apple slices
-Mabel squeals at Paz's little "Thank you, Dipper", the words sounding airy and shy. Dipper just stutters and leaves the room to compose himself, nothing weird, but he doesn't want to squeal at her Small cuteness in front of others
-He's a man. He'll gush about it outside the room where he's alone and no one can record any proof of it happening
-Paz gets pretty talkative after lunch, playing make believe with Mabel's old dolls and making the twins play with her, well less make and more like Mabel suggested it and Dipper gave in at the slightest hint of Puppy Eyes
-His characters always tend to go into a rant about something in the scientific field, but Paz doesn't mind, she may not be able to understand what he's talking about, but he looks and sounds happy, and that makes her plenty happy too!
-Mabel brought up dress up once, but Paz got so upset by the mere mention of it, she was forced to play "dress up" since she was a child, they game reminds her of her parents and their crushing expectations of her
-Here is where Mabel panics, she's not good at consoling people she made cry, but Dipper is surprisingly good at it, telling Paz she doesn't have to play it if she doesn't want to, and that she can be covered in mud and they'd still want to be her best friends and play with her every day
-That cheers her up, knowing her bestest best friends in the entire world forever (BBFitEWF-Mabel WILL put that on a friendship bracelet) wouldn't judge her for her clothes or how she looks
-She hugs Dipper, nearly pulling him down to the ground with her strength, patting his hat and calling him "Dip-Dip" with a few pats to the head, copying what they've been doing to her all day
-Dipper steps out again to have his Private Manly Squeal
-They end up playing with some of Dipper's older legos, trying their best to build the biggest and most stable lego tower
-Waddles knocks them over before they finish so there's no clear winner (it was was Mabel)
-Wanting to ease things down, the twins suggest a movie to watch with Mabel pulling all the (non-romance and kid friendly) movies she has out
-The movie they watch is Barbie the Princess and the Pauper. Paz picks it out and glares and stomps her feet when Dipper tries to suggest another one, not wanting her to get upset again
-They watch Barbie the Princess and the Pauper
-Paz falls asleep half way through the movie
-She wakes up Big and it takes her a few moments to comprehend what just happened to her, and she's so embarassed
-Pacifica almost storms out of the Shack, but the twins hold her back and explain to the best of their knowledge what Age Regression is and how it's actually really good for a person's mental state
-They reassure her throughout the entire conversation how they loved to be around her and how they didn't feel burdened at all while taking care of her. In fact, they want to continue doing it
-Only if she wants to, that is
-This is all new to Pacifica, so so very new, but these guys are her friends, right? Like her actual friends who like her for who she is, not what she is, and she trusts them with her life (she has for a few years now). And she did enjoy herself, she felt so free and unburdened for the first times since last summer ended, she had fun and she feels better now. Not fixed, but stronger, like she can get through to the next week. So if they're fine with it, and if, that's a big IF, she feels the need to feel like a kid again
-Well maybe she'll go to them. She likes their toys better than hers anyways
little lee waking up from night terrors and ford and fidds comforting him?
Hey guys, sorry it’s been a while, I’ve had my first and therefore worst ever case of writer’s block, but I really wanted to get something out for you guys! I figured making them head canons rather than a cohesive story would help get me past some of the writer’s block. I don’t think this is the best work, but you guys have been waiting long enough! Again, thank you for sticking around with me! Please enjoy reading these head canons as much as I have enjoyed writing them! Please stay safe and warm and healthy!
As always, I am open to helpful comments and critiques on my writing! Sending all my Love!
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-Stan never likes Ford and F to know he gets nightmares. He's not embarrassed, but the old fashioned sentiments and being manly their father drilled into him are still present. Talking about his emotions makes him feel weird. He'll hide that he had a nightmare if they ask him about it, about what he was mumbling in his sleep for, and avoid them for the rest of the day
-When feeling smaller, it's both the same and different. It really depends on what the nightmare was about. If Lee had a nightmare about a scary movie someone (Ford) let him watch or about some of the specimens around the house that someone (Ford) showed him while little, those are the nightmares he'll wake up crying from, getting up and searching for comfort from his caregivers
-He'll go and stumble into Ford's room, clutching Poindexter in a death grip, his crying waking up Fidds who blearily makes his way out of his room and into Ford's, too. Stan will climb into Ford's bed and shake him until he wakes up, crying and sobbing, babbling about "Scawy Monsters" with 12 eyes.
-It takes Ford a while to wake up and comprehend what's happening, Fidds giving his a small slap upside the head, for "showin' Lee those devil creatures" while he was in his headspace. Ford will jump to action, pulling Stan up in his arms and into his lap, frantically trying to console the loud sobs
-It does not work, Lee will hide his head in Ford's neck and sob and rock, his brother just shushing and petting his hair, rocking with him in efforts to calm him down, but failing in his efforts. Ford's still not quite used to understanding the reasonings behind peoples emotions and action, so he kept trying to explain away what Stan had a nightmare about
-It's not until Fidds brushes Lee's hair back and kisses his forehead, softly murmuring "you must have been pretty scared, huh, Pumpkin Pie. Don't worry, we've got ya', we'll protect ya'." and Stan calms down that Ford realizes oh, he just wanted some comfort
-Once Stan has mostly calmed down, hiccupping and clutching Poindexter and Ford's arms, being gently rocked and soothed by both of them, he'll gently clamber out of Ford's lap and sit in between him and Fidds, sniffling and rubbing the tears away from his eyes
-If Lee wasn't sacred and sad, it would've been the cutest sight either of them have ever seen
-They just there for in silence, Lee hiccupping and sniffling, feeling so embarrassed for crying over a stupid nightmare like a stupid baby. Sometimes, he'll get too into his own head, mean and nasty thoughts getting the best of him. Ford and Fidds are quick to notice, crushing him their arms, whispering sweet words in his ears, telling Lee how sweet he is, and how he's so good and smart.
-It doesn't clear up his thoughts all the way, but it does make Lee feel better, a small smile growing behind the pacifier Fidds slipped in his mouth
-When Lee’s all calmed down, he's exhausted, poor little thing is just tuckered out from all the crying, but he's too antsy to go to sleep again; what if he has another nightmare?
-No need to fear, though, Fidds snagged some books before he left his room to console Little Lee. He presents 3 books: Goodnight Moon, Babe, or Mister Magnolia. Lee, of course, chose Goodnight Moon. It's his favorite bed time book and he needed the comfort after such scary nightmares!
-Lee gets settled in Ford's bed, pulling his twins arm over him, clutching Poindexter, and snuggling into Fidds' side, ready to be read to
-Let's be real, he doesn't make it past the second page, he was already exhausted from his nightmare and the crying, all he needed was the comfort of his Sixer and his Fidds to feel comfortable enough to go to sleep
-If the nightmare while Little is about his Pa' or about his decade of homelessness, those are the kind of nightmares that he wakes up from silently, still crying, but in the way someone who's had to learn to be quiet cries, silent hiccups and heavy breathing.
-He muffles his sobs into Poindexter’s fuzzy stomach, holding his breath as long as he can to get his crying under control
-It’s nightmares like these that leave him his most vulnerable, teetering on the edge of being Big or Little; he’s either almost ripped out of his headspace or plunged right into it, depending on his headspace when he went to bed
-Lee won’t go to Ford or Fidds, too scared and upset to leave his bed, he cries and cries, it’s only if either of them check in him that they see their Little Lee crying himself sick
-If that happens, he’s being immediately scooped up and carried to Ford’s bed (it’s the biggest) to be tucked into to his brother’s side and coddles and cuddled until his Big Tears have settle down some
-Ford and Fidds pet and pat him, talking about their latest project over his head, he doesn’t comprehend what they’re saying, but Lee likes hearing their voices and feeling their chests move under him
-When these nightmares happen, Lee doesn’t need a story to lull him to sleep, he’s already exhausted, the warmth and sound of his caregivers easing him enough to slip off, cuddling his Teddy Bear
Hi! I love your blog and was wondering if you have anything in the works at the moment? No pressure, just curious!! I love your little Stanley works and look forward to what else you write 💕
Hi! Hello! Yes I do have works going on! I’ve just had a terrible case of writers block for the past week on top of the flu! I have the ideas but putting them into words is so hard. I’m almost done with some head canons and will hopefully be posting that later tonight/really early in the morning (who needs to sleep lol)! I’m very sorry for not posting anything for a little bit! Don’t worry guys, I can feel the writers block slowly slipping away! Thank you guys for staying with me through this! Soon I will be back to regular posting!
Sending All the Love in the World!!!
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I say yay for Ford and Stan regressing younger than normal when sick! It's something I do as well because my brain can't always handle the stress of the world when I'm healthy let alone when I'm sick.
Yeah, that’s common I think, the stress of being sick is hard enough when Big, astronomical when Little. I just wanted more peoples opinions, especially bc I already hc Stan as a younger regressor already, about 3 or so
you have literally made me love regressor stan and that has made him so dear to me as a character bc I almost see it as a canon fact, what have you do to meeeee (I'm being silly)
I’m glad you love him! I love him too! Him, Ford, and Fidds are all very near and dear to my heart, and I love writing about and for them! The wonderful thing about fiction is that we can always just headcanon and headcanon away! So if you want to headcanon Stan and an age regressor-like I do-then head canon away!!!
Sending you All the Love in the World!
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Hiii! and a belated Happy New Year! 🎆🎉
I'm the Poindexter-Anon that requested that drabble and I just wanted to say how much I loved and enjoyed it 🤩 it's (the drabble) so precious to me 🥰 and it's written so very lovely and sweet, I really like how it turned out 👍
Also good luck with uni, hope things are going well and/or better for you soon.
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Thank you!!! Sorry this reply is so late, things have been hectic and I think I have the flu:,((((. Thank you so much for your request!!! I loved writing it so much!!! Thank you and I’m so glad you enjoyed it!
To all of you, I’m so sorry I’ve been slow going, but I promise I’m working my way through all your requests and I will NEVER abandon this blog, catch me doing this for years, even if no one reads the posts. I love and am grateful for each request I get my lovelies, thank you all for them! I’m working on a little mullet stan right now!
Stay healthy and stay warm and stay safe! I’ll be posting soon!
Sending you All the Love in the World!
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i think you can watch it on Disney Now if you are from the US!
I can find it on YouTube, but not Disney :( it’s okay! Maybe it’s my account that’s being weird!
