A Fading Day~Part 2

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The Day It All Went Down

Part Two

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Stan sat on his bed, crying like a baby, as he would call it. 

One goddamn mistake cost me my future and my brother…

It’s been 30 years and he’s still mad, even after I saved him from the stupid portal…

He then notices the knife on his desk from earlier that day. He sees it and quickly backs away from his bed. 

The trunk… the trunk of that car… 

When that happened, Stan had been stabbed 

I-don’t-know-how-many times, and he was in so much pain. It was almost impossible to get out of the trunk, but he managed to do it, somehow. 

He grabbed the knife off his desk and sunk to the ground. He looked at it, its metal shining in the moonlight from the small window in his room.

Then he remembered an incident from when he and Ford were kids. 

“Stanley!  Fordsie! Come out, don’t be shy. I don’t bite…” 

No… no… nonononono!... Stan dropped the knife. 

Stan and Ford lived in the city as a kid, so it was decently dangerous. One day when Ford and Stan were working on the Stan O’ War, a strange man came out of the shadows and scooped them up. He told them to be quiet or else he would stab one of them. Stan and Ford both knew they couldn’t live without each other, so they kept quiet.

 He took them to an abandoned warehouse, which had guns, knives and other weaponry. The man tied them up so they couldn’t escape. 

Stan somehow managed to grab a small knife out of a box behind him and cut the ropes to save him and Ford, but the guy went looking for them. Stan and Ford had hidden in a closet by the door, and when the man wasn’t looking, they escaped. 

They both were scarred by that experience though. 

“Stan? May I come in? I-I wanna talk to you about something… I-I mean someone….”

No…no…

He picked the knife up once again. He looked at it, and made a small incision on his arm. Then another. And another. And another. The pain felt good. 

“Stanley? Please answer me…”

“...”

Stan just made more and more incisions as the blood bled on to the floor to the sides next to him.

“Stan.”

“no…” Stan whispered in a hoarse voice.

“Stan, you haven’t locked the door so I'm coming in.”

As Ford opened the door, he stood in shock as he saw what his brother had done to himself. 

“...S-Stanley?”

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i might make a fic about this pic. I just mighttttttttt.

a return to the sketchy stanchez fluff comfort zone

A Fading Day~ Part Three

I am totally obsessed with this story, so please enjoy! I worked very hard on this!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Stan slowly opened his eyes to see Ford, out of all people.“S-Stanley? A-Are you ok!?”

“Sixer?… A-aren’t you mad at me…?”

“Why would I be mad?”

“Remember? Y-You said you didn’t want me to go off the boat but I went anyway and you said I didn’t care about ‘wherever we go we go together’...”

“That never happened, Stan… You've been out for a week…”Ford wraps his arms around Stan.“I thought you died on me…” Sixer whispers.

Stan smiles and hugs Ford back.“Well, I'm still here aren’t I?”

Dipper and Mabel run into the hospital room.“Grunkle Stan!”

“Are you ok?!?!”

“Heh, I think kiddos.”

Stan sits up and hugs Dipper and Mabel.“What happened?” asks a curious Dipper.“I don’t know. I was doing research when I walked into our room and saw Stan had passed out on the floor.”

“Was he holding anything?”

“...Yes… I’d rather not say what it was…”

Stan tries to remember something before he passed out. Then, he knows.“Hey kiddos, can I talk to Ford for a minute?” Stan asks as he ruffles Dipper’s hair.

 “Sure, Grunkle Stan!” Mabel responds in a cheery voice. Dipper and Mabel proceed to walk out of the room, Stan’s eyes waiting for the door to click closed.As they leave, Stan sighs and asks Ford in a worried voice, “That really happened, didn’t it?”

Ford shivers as a small tear runs down his face.“I-It did…”

“Why did you deny it then?”

“I-I hate knowing I caused you this and I wanted you to think it never happened…”

“Hey, look, for what it’s worth, I'm sorry, ok?” Stan opens his arms up and slaps a small smile across his face.

Ford practically leaps towards Stan and squeezes him so tight Stan felt he might as well burst like a balloon! While doing this, Stan looks at his arms and sees scars from it. More than before. 

Then, a tall, skinny figure knocks on the door. “Come in!” Stan yells while Ford sits back on one of the chairs by Stan.

Rick Sanchez runs over to Stanley and hugs him. “L-Lee!” Rick ruffles Stan’s hair. “Hey babe. You comin’ was kinda unexpected.” Stan rolls his eyes, as his boyfriend was never this sappy. “A-Are you kidding m-me?!? Why wouldn’t I come?!? Plus-Plus, why w-ould y-you f-fucking do that-that to y-y-yourself!?!” Rick yells, but then starts to whisper. “I was- I was worried as h-hell about you.”. 

All this is happening while Ford is sitting there with his arms crossed, grumbling and still mad about Rick Sanchez being Stan’s boyfriend. Rick kisses Stan, and sits down on the hospital bed with him. That’s when he sees Ford.

“Hey-Hey Sixer.”

Ford grumbles, but still knows he needs to be polite. “Hello, Rick.”

Then, Dipper and Mabel open the door, and walk back into the room. “Uh, Grunkle Stan? Who’s that?” Dipper asks, sitting down next to Ford, while Mabel goes to him and tries touching Rick’s hair, but he swats her hand away. “Uh, he-he’s a-” Rick stops him and answers instead. “I-I’m his boy-boyfriend, kid.”. Dipper and Mabel freeze and keep looking at Stan then Rick. They look back and forth until Stan starts coughing. 

“Stan, are you-” Ford gets cut off by Rick asking, “Hey-Hey, you ok L-Lee?”. “Yeah, *cough* I’m-I’m fine.” Stan responds, trying to act like he’s not burning up and it feels like he’s being stabbed. “Do you want me to call the nurse in, Stanley?” Ford asks worriedly.

“*cough* I… *cough* can’t… *cough* breath…*cough*” Rick’s hand slams on the button to call the nurse. He did it before Ford could even bring his hand up to press it. The nurse comes in and sees Stan coughing. She immediately starts helping. 

Ford is holding one of Stan’s hands and Rick is holding the other. Stan looks over at Rick and Ford. He smiles at them, and he’ll never admit it, but Rick is afraid it’s the last time he’ll ever see his wonderful smile.

GO GRAVITY FALLS!!!!!!!!!!!!

REHLOG IF YOU'RE STILL IN THE GRAVITY FALLS FANDOM!

((I can’t see it die! T_T ))

Originally posted by gaygemgoddess

I Care

Part One

Honestly, I think this story is a masterpiece, so please enjoy!

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Ford was doing research in the study of the Stan O’ War II, when he realizes that the boat was quiet. Too quiet. Ford sat up, put down his plans and pencil, and headed to their shared room. 

“Stanley?”

No answer. 

He looks around, then notices a note on the bottom bunk of their bed.

He sat down on Stan’s bed, surprised, because Stan almost never did things like this. He preferred to not leave notes because it made him feel “babyish” that he couldn't say it to whoever's face. Ford notices droplets on the paper, as if he was sniffling and crying. It almost makes it feel like Ford caused this…

No, you didn’t. You do good things, you don’t make Stan upset. 

You are fine. This is fine.

Ford focuses his gaze down to read the note.

“Dear Sixer, I’m sorry I can’t say this to your face but… Last night I had a nightmare…”

A wave of guilt swept over Ford.

That day, they had gotten into an argument. Stan wanted to buy some things for Ford, and they argued in the store. Ford and Stan were kicked out of the store, and Stan apologized a bunch, but Ford was still mad.

”In the nightmare, I screwed a bunch of stuff up, and… you said you never wanted to talk to me again… and told me to stay out of your life…”

No… Nononono… Stanley I’m sorry…

“I’m not on the boat anywhere. You can try and find me, and… I’d enjoy your company… Better than talkin’ to the seagulls..”

The day before, Stan and Ford decided to go to Glass Shard, New Jersey, to revisit their favorite places in the world. 

Then Ford knew where Stan was.

He ran off the ship, note gripped in his six-fingered hand.

I’m coming, Stanley…

just kidding imma go make a fic ab this pic by @spinetrick instead

sorry i haven’t posted much, school apparently doesn’t like me having a social life.