stanchez-fool

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He is an owl. I care very much.

Reblog if you genuinely care for Stanford Pines’ safety

how many are out there?

Nightmares, Welcome Back

TW: Suicidal thoughts, suicide (in a dream)

Sea Grunks stuff- I won't post much just to let y'all know.

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Stan leaned on the railing of the ship, letting the sound of the waves lapping against the boat at least try to calm him. Nightmares were a common thing for Stanley Pines. But when they were bad, they were BAD. He was tempted to grab his cigarettes he had brought along without Ford knowing, but he stopped himself and looked up at the inky black sky dotted with stars of all sizes. "Stanley?" He jumped at the voice of his twin from behind him. "Jesus Ford, you're gonna give me a heart attack one of these days!" He almost-yelled, whipping his head around to look at his brother. Ford paused, looking at him oddly. He glanced down at Stan's hands to notice him shaking. "..Are you alright? How come you're up so late?" Stan turned back around, facing the dark blue sea in front of them. "M' fine, Sixer. Go back to bed." He waved a hand in the air, gesturing back to the bedroom. Ford ignored it, and instead walked closer to his twin, setting a hand on his back. Stan felt the warm 6 fingers settle onto his back, and his shaking subdued slightly. "Stanley.. You know you can't lie to me. What's wrong? You know you can tell me anything.." Stan huffed out a breath, looking everywhere but Ford. "Had a nightmare. Just needa clear my head, alright?" He closed his eyes, thinking of the awful things he did and the awful things he felt. His shaking got worse. Suddenly it felt hard to breath. "Shit-" He husked out as Ford was about to say something. He slowly decended to the floor, grasping his head. It was your fault. a voice whispered. All of it. You shouldn't be here. Ford sat down on the ground with him, saying something that Stan couldn't hear because of his racing mind. A couple tears stung his eyes as they fell down his cheek, but he didn't bother wiping them away. KILL YOURSELF. FORD DOESN'T WANT YOU HERE. HE WANTS YOU GONE AND DEAD. YOU SHOULD BE DEAD. YOU ARE A NO GOOD FUCK-UP AND A SHITTY EXCUSE OF A BROTHER. The voices were cut short as Ford pulled Stanley into a hug. "Stanley. Listen to my voice. Focus only on me." Instead of his tears falling onto the ground, they were now falling onto Ford's hoodie. "It's okay, Stanley. I'm here. Don't listen to anything else but me." Stan shakily raised his arms, hugging Ford back tightly. It pained Ford so, so much to hear his brother's sobs, though Ford knew Stan was long overdue for a crying session. After what seemed like a hour, Stan released from the hug, eyes red and blotchy. "Stanley.. May I ask what your nightmare was about? You don't usually do that.." Stan stood up, sniffling and rubbing his eyes. "S-" He paused, clearing his throat. It hurt from his viscous sobs. "..alright.. Can we head back into the room though? M' freezin'.." Ford nodded, standing up and laying a hand on his brother's back as they walked to the bedroom.

Stan hated the feeling of after he cried. Especially feeling it in front of someone. Though, he seemed to feel less ashamed in front of Ford. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to." Ford scooted a bit closer to Stan, putting his hand up on his shoulder now. "Nah. You should know." He coughed lightly, slouching over his lap. "It started out as.. Kind of a normal day? Funnily enough, I had just woken up from a nightmare. Out on the porch… Voices appeared. They didn't go away. Later in the day, I tried to tell you about them, but you told me I was going insane. You yelled at me and told me I wasn't safe to be around.. I was kicked off the ship. We were still where we are now, which is in the arctic. You gave me my duffel bag with stuff. It only had my clothes. No food, walkie talkie, nothing. While I was being kicked off, my mind flickered back to me being kicked out of the house. My mind was repeating the words 'Your fault' like if I didn't say it would kill me. Eventually, I stabbed myself in the chest. I became a ghost. It was a.. Cool sensation. You somehow found my body, and when you did, you laughed, saying things like 'Finally!' And.. Yeah."

A second pair of 6 fingers were laid across his back, pulling Stan into a small hug. "Stanley.. Please, please, please, never believe that. I love you so, so much. I could never let you off the ship. You were the one who bought it, after all. It's okay if you hear voices. It doesn't make you insane, and it doesn't make you any less of a person. If I found you dead, I would be dead too." He squeezed his brother tighter. Stanley smiled at his brother, A few tears in both of their eyes.

"..thank you.."

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Random little goofy fanfic

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Rick tapped his foot impatiently. Fiddleford was taking FOREVER to 'make sure his house was safe.' Who the hell would even WANT to break in little Fiddlenerd's house?! All it had was dozens and dozens of robot blueprints.

"HURRY THE FUCK UP, W-WON'T YOU!?" His voice echoed loudly throughout the huge mansion.

"LET ME FINISH MAKIN' SURE IT'S SAFE! BE PATIENT YOU OLD BABOON!"

"YOU'RE OLDER THAN- THAN ME YOU FUCKHEAD!" Rick grumbled, looking around the place. He didn't know how Fiddleford got this big house; all he knew was that Fiddleford had money now. He was actually SOFISTICATED. Well, kind of.

Fiddleford walked up to the windows in the front closing them and walking right past Rick as he did. He was wearing a floral button-up and some grey shorts. Rick, on the other hand, had changed outfits for once. He had on a hoodie (which was previously Stan's) along with some sweatpants. It wasn't much, but Rick didn't have much of a closet to pick from.

"Come o-on Fiddlenerd." Fidds grumbled. "That's not mah name, stop callin' me it!" Rick chuckled. "Mhm. Once you tell your p-precious ass boyfriend to lay off me."

Fiddleford mumbled something under his breath, grabbing keys off of a table and walking out the HUGE gate doors. Inside the worn-down van, the old hill-billy climbed into the driver seat. "God.. Why did we have- have to leave so goddamn e-early.." The sun just barely peeked off of the landscape. The sky was still incredible an inky black, though the parts around the peek-a-boo playing sun with dazzled with yellows, orange, and a bit of pink. The old van made a *vr..vroOM VROOM* noise, as Fidds had just started it up. "Buckle up, buckaroo. It's gonna be some hours before we get there."

They were heading to the docks over near the ocean since Ford and Stanley were finally gonna come back! Rick had not kissed Lee or fucked with Ford in so long is was almost starting to drive him insane. Sure, he had done other things, but not quite as satisfactory as hearing Ford yell angry threats and curses at him as he fucked his twin. Got a difference than just getting yelled at. It's the purpose that matters.

Rick snored softly, curling into the blanket a bit more. It was nearing the end of may, but they were in Oregon, so it was still as cold as hell.

Rick jerked awake, sitting up on the bench seat that was partially hidden from the driver's seat. "How much- How much longer we got?" Fiddleford jumped at the sound of Rick's voice.

"We're about halfway through.. At our next stop we should switch. I'm tired of drivin' this beat up thing!" Rick yawned, stretching. "Right.." Rick climbed up into the passenger seat, looking up at the sun, which was now complete above the landscape, shining brightly across the land.

Rick took a second to appreciate the job did on this old van. It didn't run very good anymore, but he had painted the inside a mint-leafy green color. There was a few figures upon the dashboard, dancing and waving from the sun. He had also painted the dashboard a nice light grey with a few patches of the green. Along with that, there was flowers and plants painted all along it. It was.. Quite nice to look at.

The van screeched to a stop, and Rick looked out the window to see an old hotel. They popped inside, grabbed some food from the buffet and went to the bathroom. Rick opened the glass door, walking back outside.

"Ey Fiddlenerd.. Are you nervous to-to see Ford?" Fiddleford sighed, walking up to the van. "A bit.. Before we left, my hunny and I.. Kinda had a fight?" He opened the van door, hopping into the backseat bench. "I'm gonna take a nap. Wake me up when we're close."

They had been driving through dense woods for the most part, but soon, the heavily dense woods opened up into a beach, A road running a bit away from it. "FI-UUUGHHHH-DDS!" he yelled. Fiddleford jerked awake.

"Gosh, whaddya want now?!" Rick pointed out the window to see an almost endless beach. There was parking lot a bit away from the dock, so Rick swiftly pulled into a spot, practically jumping out of the van. He started walking over to the dock, A tired Fiddleford following. Rick ran up to the dock, although no one was there yet. He shrugged, sitting down on the old wooden planks that they called a dock. Fiddleford sat down next to him, his arms crossed.

They waited.. And waited… and waited.. But no boat ever showed up.

Rick looked around to see another dock about a mile away with… the Stan O' War! "Fiddlenerd, comon! I ssssee them!" Fiddleford looked over to where Rick was, almost instantly standing up and running as fast as he could.

Rick did the same, running all the way over to the other dock. He huffed and panted, but when he arrived, Stan went over, hugging him tightly. Rick hugged him back, heaving himself off the ground and wrapping his stick legs around Stan's middle. Rick looked over to see Ford and Fiddlenerd hugging tightly. Ford's face seemed to be red, but his attention was focused back onto Stan when he started kissing Rick's cheeks and neck. Rick grabbed Stan's chin, pushing him into his own face to kiss him. No words were exchanged from Stan to Rick during this, surprisingly. Fiddlenerd and Stanford though? They talked WAY too much for their own good. Rick and Stan kissed for a long time, Rick grabbing onto his partner a bit tighter. Once he backed off, he laid his head onto Stan's shoulder. "I will never admit too saying this.. But.. I really- I really did miss you, Lee." It felt good saying Stan's old nickname again. The shorter man smiled back. "Sappy asshat." He mumbled, digging his head into Rick's chest. Nothing mattered anymore. They were together, and nothing could stop them.