Just imagine it, meeting somebody who knows you in the future.
You don't believe it at first, of course, but after he's proven it, you slowly realize that the way he looks at you is proof enough. There's this warm familiarity in his bright blue eyes that nobody would bother trying to feign for some elaborate prank. He does know you. Someday, he's going to be your best friend, and you'll know how to look at him like that too.
He's so much younger than you are, even now. You'll be an old man in the future, and this teenaged boy with big dreams and a constant fire beneath him is going to want to spend his time with you anyway.
And just by the way he talks to you as though he's already known you for ages (he has, of course), you find yourself talking to him that way, too. He's the only person in town that takes you seriously at all, let alone genuinely believes that you'll do something so incredible it'll surely land you among your idols, the great inventors of history. Of course this would be your best friend. Both of you need someone to believe in you, and both of you are so good at believing.
The days go by. You know exactly when he's going to leave. You're doing everything to protect him and assist him, risking your own life for your plan without a second thought, knowing that one wrong move could guarantee he'll never exist at all. And even in the best-case scenario, there'll be no way to know whether the two of you will meet again. His presence here alone could have triggered a butterfly effect that would mean your paths never cross at all, and you'll have to wait almost thirty years to find out.
That doesn't matter, though. What's important is that he's going to live.
The plan works. He's gone in a flash of light, leaving your entire world changed for the better as you celebrate alone between the tire tracks he left behind him.
You wait. For decades, you wait. You never forget his name, his clothes, or the way he looked at you. You never stop working on the project that will someday, somehow bring him to your past self again. He tried to warn you that the pursuit of it was going to kill you someday, and you refused to listen. But you kept the pieces of the letter, of course. It was your only souvenir of having met him.
When you finally see him again, you want to hug him and never let go. But he doesn't know you yet. So you act casual, you pretend, you let things happen naturally. You hadn't fully bought that you could end up so close with someone like him, but within a month or two it's as though you had known each other forever. One day he looks up at you in just the way you remember. Those blue eyes were worth the wait.
You swore once that you would never read the letter. You've read it a thousand times since. It all happens just the way he said it would, and sure enough, he's saved your life.
You have so many adventures ahead of you. You'll never lose him, not forever. The two of you have all the time in the world.
Had the fleeting thought of mammett "do they know it's legal" and then realized shit, it WASNT.
Marty being 17 aside, gay marriage wasn't legal in California until like. 2013. So unless doc and Marty realized during 2015, they'd have no idea.
Idk whats worse: being in love and not knowing if you'll ever be able to have your relationships the same way a "regular" couple would, or knowing it would take nearly 30 YEARS to be able to get married because of the law.
What do you think the dynamic of older brother Ford and younger brother Stanley is like when Stan hits his upper teens? The drawing you made of the inverse inspired me and now I need to know, it was so good!!!
thankie you 🥺🥺🥺 big brother ford au my beloved... i thinks stan gets kicked out from the house sometime when he turns 18 and he makes a trip to oregon :3
also this means mystery trio with the codependent brothers... (my fren gave me the idea of ford being like a parent figure to stan at a young age so hes even MORE clingy to ford than regular stan hehehee)
Maybe ive just had a bit of gummie but consider...
Comp-het Caryn who very much married Filbrick because it was convient and 'So far in the closet and in denial' Filbrick who thinks it's his marital duty to keep Caryn from being a lesbian and stop himself from having gay thoughts.
But it just ends up as a very toxic parent situation where Caryn is grooming the twins to be gay and incestuous and every queer or taboo thing under the sun just to piss Filbrick off about it...
him getting used to wearing panties for some reason(idk he finds them more comfortable or smth and he likes the idea of noone knowing that he wears them? Personal victory for the faggot)
And then just. Stanley figuring it out.
Oh fuck yeah king, that's the shut I'm talking about. I have a drabble a bit like that somewhere in my ramble tag already, but there's always a need for more slutty feminized humiliation kink Ford. Here ya go, and thanks for the ask. ❤️💜💙
When Ford asked Stan if he wanted to sail the sea together, Stan thought things couldn't possibly get any better. Sailing the world with his other half like they always dreamed, what more could he ask for?
Then, impossibly, things got even more perfect, when a night of drinking led to the both of them being way more honest than usual and, well...
They were together now, as both brothers and life partners, partners in every possible way. It was perfect.
Except Ford was acting weird.
Not that that was odd for Ford. Stan would and had literally gone through hell and back for his brother, but he'd be the first to admit Ford's always been a bit of a character. But he'd been acting weird in ways he hadn't before, and Stan was starting to get concerned.
The two of them fell into a sexual relationship pretty quickly, not wanting to waste anymore time together, and while Ford always seemed eager, he wouldn’t undress in the same room as Stan. Stan's mind was still a bit fucked in certain places, but he knew Ford definitely didn't always have a hangup about that because he vividly remembered Ford changing in the same room as him when they were teens and shamefully trying to sneak a peek.
Stan's first thought was that Ford must've been ashamed of his body (Which made absolutely no sense when he was built like a greek god, but whatever. Ford was self-conscious about weird shit sometimes.) or his scars. But they had had sex with the lights on before, and while Ford would sometimes get upset looking at his scars, he'd told Stanley it was less shame and more melancholy that filled him when he thought of the marks of his past.
Stan just couldn't figure it out, and he was at his wits end. Soon he'd have to just ask Ford what his deal was, abd he wouldn't be a true Pines' man if he didn't exhaust every other possible option before trying emotional honesty.
So he barged in the bathroom while Ford was getting ready to take a shower.
"Stanley, what the fuck!" Ford shrieked, having pulled out a gun immediately upon Stan bursting into the room. Probably not Stan's best idea to startle a man with such strong survival instincts, but Stan was distracted from his almost being shot by finally seeing Ford partially undressed, wearing nothing but his turtleneck and-
"Are those panties?" Stan asked stupidly, completely struck dumb at the sight of his manly, sci-fi action hero brother with a lacy little number fit snug around his hips. Ford looked down, as if also surprised by what he was wearing, and his face flushed as pink as the pretty little silk panties he was wearing.
"Ah, well." Ford stuttered, before looking up at Stan with an embarrassed little grin. Stan needed to destroy him. "Yes, I suppose they are. Apologies, Stanley, it's not that I didn't trust you, it's just as much as I enjoy wearing such things I've always been a bit embarrassed..."
"You should apologize." Stan growled, taking a step forward and crowding Ford against the bathroom wall. "Dressing like a slutty little girl all this time and not letting me see."
Ford's eyes dilated, his breath hitching, and Stan grinned. Bingo.
"Now then, how's about you start making it up to me, doll?"
I really love thinking about Ford being sooooo freaky down bad for Stan. I love the idea of teen Stan being gross and annoying, tossing his stinky laundry at Ford, not aware that Ford is huffing that scent like its oxygen.
Stan is tackling his 'weak nerdy brother' and play fighting while Ford is trying not to cream his pants.
And sure, Stan will catch on eventually and be a massive shit about it. But Ford isnt sure which he prefers: Stan doing all of this, unaware of his twin's perversion. Or with Stan fully aware and teasing him in the worst moments possible... at the dinner table, in the middle of class...
Stanley is infuriating whether he's aware of it or not and Stanford feels like he's going insane
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.
Ford getting flustered by Stan calling him Fordsy. Certainly, the nickname has negative connotations, but... It brings back good memories, too, of his mother, of his childhood, and of when he and Stan were young, when their world was confined to each other and the beachside city they took by storm.
Stan's tone is light and teasing as he brushes past Ford with a nudging elbow into his side, glancing at him with a smile that reaches his eyes. It makes Ford's heart fill with such warmth, such love, that it spreads like a fiery, blooming flower all across his chest and down his stomach. So much so that he doesn't even hear what Stanley says, only managing to catch the final lilting words that leave his brother's lips.
"... Eh, Fordsy?" He says with a wink.
It's like a switch flips inside Ford. His breath catches. The warmth inside him burns bright for his twin still, but it's different now. Even hotter somehow, and something pleasant rolls inside his gut. He can feel his breath and heartbeat pick up, sending blood racing to his face and all the way to the tips of his ears. He has to fight another hitch in his breath and a shudder as he feels a flush traveling down his chest, thankfully hidden by his sweater and life vest.
Stanley is beautiful. The sunset behind him paints a gorgeous picture across the horizon, reflecting punks and oranges and purples off the sea, but Stan is clearly the only work of art worth looking at. The lighting of the setting sun frames his face perfectly. Ford loves how it hits his growing hair, how he can see Stanley's laugh lines and crows' feet and wrinkles and stubble and every line and texture on his face.
Ford's hit with a surge of something so powerful it nearly bowls him over then and there. He can't quite place the emotion he's feeling. Or maybe, even more frighteningly, he can't bring himself to name what exactly he's feeling for his brother. All over a pet name!
Fordsy...
Replaying it in his mind is almost like hearing it again for the first time, like he could hear it over and over again and it'd never get old, never stop making his pulse race and skin tingle.
Fordsy, Fordsy, Fordsy...
It was like rewinding a tape just to reexperience one's favorite part of a song over and over, except the nickname rasping from Stan's lips was more addictive than anything he'd ever listened to. He's only brought out of his mental replay when he notices Stan's expression morph into one of confusion.
"Uh... You alright, Sixer?"
"I, well, I, uh-" Ford floundered, coughing into a fist. "Can you repeat the question?"
Ford dedicates the rest of the evening to disregarding the odd emotions that had come about from Stanley calling him Fords- that name, and to never think about his brother saying it again.
He fails miserably.
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