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Soostan Month Day #7 - Lies

“Soos really likes you, doesn’t he?” Ford asks, sitting down at the dining table while Stan scrambles some eggs.

“Yeah, I guess he looks up to me or somethin’.”

“You don’t think it might be… more than that? If I didn’t know better, I’d say he was in love with you.”

Ford knows his brother too well to miss the way Stan goes still from that.

“Well,” Stan says after a pause that goes on too long. “You know how young guys are, they’re weird about emotions.”

Ford takes a sip from his coffee—his fourth today, even though it’s only eight in the morning—and watches Stan try to play his response off as casual. He’d seen Stan and Soos together a few days ago, when they thought no one would see them, and had wondered if Stan planned on mentioning it to him. At this point, it’s clear Stan has no such intentions.

“I don’t recall being particularly ‘weird about emotions’ as a young man.”

“Yeah, well, it’s a whole thing. The kid’s just like that.”

“He isn’t like that with me.”

Stan glares at him. “He barely knows you.”

“True, but you and he seem very… familiar.”

With a vicious scrape, Stan shoves the eggs out the pan and onto a plate. “You know, don’t you?” he says, his eyes shooting furtively at Ford.

“Yes.”

“Fuck.” Stan buries his face in his hands. “Look, Ford. I… I’m not—I know we never had anything that we formally—It’s not like we ever thought all this would happen and I…”

The trembling of his twin’s hands makes Ford’s heart ache.

“It’s not like I was supposed to be exclusive for the last forty years, and I wasn’t but this is—” Stan breathes deeply. “I’m not breakin’ the kid’s heart, not even for you. I couldn’t deserve him in a million years but for some reason he… he loves me. And I—I love him. But if you don’t understand—”

“Stan.”

The interruption has Stan going silent, his breath ragged from his speech.

“I’m not angry. I simply wanted to ask if… if my assumption was correct.”

When Stan doesn’t move, Ford pushes back from the table and walks over to him. He lays a hand on Stan’s shoulder, hating the startled twitch in Stan’s body from the contact.

“I wouldn’t take away the happiness you’ve found, Stanley,” he murmurs. “I love you, and if loving you means sharing you with a nice young man who adores you as much as Soos does, then I’m happy to do so.”

Lowering his hands, Stan glares at him. “You’re a fucking sap.” The insult is undercut by the unshed tears in his eyes.

“I’m not going to lose you again, Stan,” Ford vows. “And I’m certainly not going to lose you over something as petty as a love tr—as a rival suitor.”

“You’re really… not mad?”

“No, although I do wonder why you kept this from everyone.”

Stan rolls his eyes. “You think Dipper’s gonna be fine with me dating a guy young enough to be my son? He’d think I was a pervert and he’d already think I was a pervert if he found out about us.”

“I’m sure he’d understand when he was older.”

“Yeah, well until then I’m keepin’ it under wraps. And that’s not even bringing up Mabel—there’s no way that kid’s gonna be normal about it either.”

Ford shakes his head, smiling. Stan’s always been uncomfortable with letting others see his softer side, and this is clearly no different.

In the meantime, Ford hears a vehicle pulling up outside.

“I believe your lover is here to wish you good morning. Maybe you should go and greet him with a kiss.”

Ford supposes he probably deserves the punch he gets in the arm from that, but a few moments later he peeks out the kitchen window to find Stan doing as he suggested, so at least it was worth it.

#soostan #soostanmonth2025 #fic #GOOD SHIT AUUUGH #stancest

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darius-shack · 7 days ago

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So a very belated birthday to our favorite Stan twins!! 🥳🥳

I meant to write this for Sunday but I got caught up with my own father's day plans lol

But here's a shirt drabbles to celebrate the birthday of Stanford and Stanley Pines!

Spicy shit under the cut 🔥

“Hhhmmmmmm…” Ford groaned as he slowly woke up, the sun shining in his room telling him that it was still early.

“🎶Happy birthday to you🎶” Stanley's voice sang, kisses trailing down his torso.

“Stanley, it's your birthday too.” Ford moaned as wet warmth covered his nipple, Stan's tongue flicking the tip.

The tune started again, hummed against his skin as Stan moved over to the other nipple.

“🎶Happy birthday🎶” Ford sang in return when he got no response.

“🎶To you🎶” Stan took over singing, releasing the nipple from his mouth as he began trailing down again.

“Stanley…” Ford groaned as Stan arrived at his thighs, licking the juncture of his thigh and hip.

“Just enjoy your gift, birthday boy.” Stan husked up at him, grabbing Ford's cock before he could say anything.

“It's o-” Ford tried to speak again, but cut himself off as Stan swallowed him down, letting out a stuttering breath and gripping Stan's hair with both hands.

Ford lost track of time after that, only able to focus on Stanley's sucking mouth as he bobbed his head up and down his cock.

“Stanley, oh God, I'm close, oh Stanley!” Ford groaned as his orgasm created, his grip on Stan's hair tightening as he arched his back, slamming his cock down Stan's throat and cumming.

Ford panted as he came down, squirming as Stan kept sucking, cleaning him off.

“Stanley, please!” At wits end, Ford pushed Stanley off his soft dick, glaring weakly as Stan laughed at him.

“Happy birthday bro.” Stan whispered, laying down on him and pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

They giggled like kids as Stan placed kisses all over Ford's face, returning to his lips every now and then.

“What a way to wake up.” Ford said when they calmed down, taking the moment of calm to return Stan's affection, rubbing his hands along Stan's broad back nuzzling their bosses together.

“Enjoy it while you can, baby, we got a full day ahead of us.” Stan warned.

Ford laughed as he recalled the birthday plans Mabel and Dipper came up with over the past week.

“Well, before we throw ourselves to the wolves, would you like me to return the favour?” Ford asked.

“Nah, I'm gonna save it for later.” Stan looked at Ford with heat in his eyes. “Now c'mon, we got a party to get to.”

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“Happy birthday Grunkle Stan/Ford!” Came the happy cries from the youngest twins, confetti raining from the ceiling.

“Happy birthday Dawgs!”

“Happy birthday old dudes!”

Soos and Wendy added their own congratulations as they set off some party poppers.

“Ah, children! My thanks!” Ford smiled, catching Mabel and Dipper as they threw themselves into his arms.

“Uhhh, I hope you know you're cleaning this up!” Stan grumbled, accepting a hug from Wendy and ensuring the bear hug that Soos gave them.

“Aw come on old man, you like this! Admit it!” Wendy teased.

‘This’, was an almost normal day at the shack. Birthday breakfast prepared by the kids, thankfully free from glitter thanks to Dipper's interference. It was a half day, Stan and Soos doing the tours together, switching out halfway through tours and gaslighting the tourists into thinking the other had been performing the tour the whole time. Wendy would play along, pretending nothing was going on and making tourists run off screaming as they thought they were going insane. Mabel and Dipper got some reactions on camera as well, which would be fun to watch later.

Ford, ever the introvert, spent the morning in the basement, working on inventions and experiments. He only emerged when Dipper went to fetch him after lunch, Melody and abuelita having returned with groceries and gifts.

They cooked together, Ford and Mabel banished from the kitchen for glitter related reasons, and because Ford was not allowed near food before it was cooked.

One gift, however, threw Stan for a loop.

“What the?” Stan mumbled as he pulled out a, ‘World’s Best Dad' mug.

“Oh, uh, it's Father's Day today too.” Soos was fiddling with his fingers and he refused to look at Stan. “So, uh, you're… kinda the closest thing I've ever had. And, y'know, I thought it would be funny.”

Melody reached up to pay Soos’ arm, turning to look at Stan. “He means it. And you mean a lot to us. Especially now.”

Reaching into her purse she pulled out an envelope and handed it to him.

Hands shaking slightly, Stan put down the cup and grabbed it. Opening it, Ford leaned in to also see what was going on. Ford's face dropping in shock, he quickly wrapped an arm around his brother as Stan dropped the contents on the table, covering his eyes as he started shaking.

“What is it!?” Mabel and Dipper dived for the dropped envelope, gasping as they recognized the blurry dark shape on the ultrasound images.

“Oh my gosh Melody!! How long!!” Wendy asked.

“About four months now. We just found out recently, and my first appointment was today.” Melody said.

“We thought it would be a nice surprise for the boys.” Abuelita added.

“It is. It's really cool.” Stan managed to choke out, still covering his eyes.

“It's wonderful!” Ford added, smiling.

“Perfect! Now your other gifts will make sense.” Melody laughed, handling them another pair of wrapped gifts.

“Oh?” Intrigued, Ford opened his first, and started laughing, tears in his eyes. Turning the mug he got, he showed off the ‘Best Godfather' cup, decorated with his zodiac symbol.

Peaking an eye out, Stan took a look and laughed. Wiping his eyes, Stan quickly opened his and had to take a minute again when the ‘#1 Grandpa’ mug was revealed, his fish symbol on it.

“Man, now our gifts look lame.” Dipper jokingly complained, wiping his own eyes.

It took a while for Stan to compose himself again, leaving the room at one point, but when he came back he slapped Soos on the shoulder and whispered something to him. No one else heard, but Soos started crying and hugging Stan, so it must have been good.

After sharing a cake in their small personal celebration, the real party started at sunset. The whole town turned out to celebrate their heroes, karaoke, piñatas, food and drink were strewn all over as people let themselves have fun.

Some people brought gifts, but most just showed up. Ford spent the night catching up with Fiddleford, while Stan chatted with everyone, ever the social butterfly. The kids ran around while Soos and Melody mingled about.

But as the party started to wind down, people noticed that the birthday boys had slipped away. They shrugged it off, they were old men after all, so what if they wanted to turn in early, they'd just party enough for them.

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Meanwhile inside, the Stan's were in their bedroom, Ford's old study and the room kept for them when they returned from the sea.

Stan had Ford pinned against the door, their lips locked together as their tongues slid back and forth, each of them fighting for dominance.

“How's it feel to be a grandfather?” Ford whispered against Stan's lips.

“Good. How's it feel to be a godfather?”

“Good.”

“Fuck Ford, I never expected my life to get this good.” Fucking his head down, Stan placed wet kisses against Ford's throat, pulling the neck of his sweater aside. “I never thought I'd get to have you again. To have our dream come true. Fuck, I love you so much.” Stan's shoulder shook as he ceased his kissing, just pressing his face to Ford's shoulder.

Ford wrapped his arms around Stan's waist, holding his close and kissing his head. “It's everything you deserve Stanley. Thank you.”

Pulling his head back, Ford gently kissed Stan's lips. “Thank you for bringing me back.” A kiss to the forehead. “My life has never been so good.” A kiss to the chin, one point of difference between them. “Thank you for saving me.”

Ford passionately kissed Stan, carefully walking them backwards until they found and landed on the bed.

“Ford…” Stan sobbed as Ford ground their hips together.

“I love you Stanley.” Ford whispered as he pulled off Stan's clothes, grabbing the lube from under the pillow where he had stashed it earlier.

“..love you too.” Stan whispered, watching as Ford undressed, wetting his hand with lube.

Standing at the edge of the bed, Ford pulled Stan's body down until he was resting on the edge of the bed.

“You'll have to be quiet. They're all outside.” Ford whispered, sliding a finger inside.

Stan groaned, motioning for Ford to hurry. Chuckling, Ford slid another finger inside.

“They're partying, they won't hear us.” Stan gritted out, hands grabbing the sheets as Ford added another finger, stretching them out.

“With how loud you can be, I don't doubt they'll hear.” Ford teased.

“Will you just-” Stan gasped as Ford removed his fingers.

“Bite your tongue Stanley.”

Ford lined up and pushed inside, both of them groaning at the sensations.

“Fuck! No fair, you get to top on our birthday.” Stan complained as Ford started thrusting.

“Are you seriously complaining? Right now?” Ford groaned, not stopping his thrusting, if anything, he sped up with his annoyance.

“Always Sixer.” Smirking at him, Stan pushed his pecs together, fingering his nipples.

Laughing at how Ford fixed his gaze on the show, Stan groped himself, kneading his own chest for Ford's gaze.

“Fuck!” Giving in, Ford plastered himself against Stan, sucking kisses into Stan's chest.

“Such a perv Sixer.” Stan teased, a hand fisting Ford's hair as his mouth moved to suck a nipple into his mouth. “If you were normal, you'd have a wife with huge tits huh?”

Popping off Stan's nipple, Ford glared at Stan. “If I was normal, I wouldn't have a wife. Or a girlfriend. Or anyone. I only want you, your tits are the only ones I need, you're the only one for me.”

Stan turned his head away, eyes scrunched shut at the overwhelming emotion sitting in his chest. He also refused to cry again. He'd done enough for the next year, and he still had the baby's arrival to look forward to.

Because of this, he missed when Ford grabbed the lube again, straightening up and preparing a little surprise for the one Stan gave him earlier.

Adjusting himself, Ford made sure every thrust avoided Stan's prostate, chasing his own release.

“Ford, what the hell? Why’re you being a dick right now?” Stan demanded when he realized what was happening.

“Trust me.” Was all Ford said, smiling at him wickedly.

Letting his head fall back, Stan just groaned, enjoying the feeling of being fucked, knowing he wasn't going to come anytime soon. Reaching up, he ran his hands along Ford's torso, tracing over scars and admiring the healthy layer of fat that now covered his hard muscles. Stan was proud of that layer, he worked hard to get Ford eating properly again. He also traced over the scars, looking lighter than before with his constant nagging about lotioning, the habit ingrained in him thanks to Mabel’s hard work. His brother looked so much healthier and happier, and it filled him with so much joy to have been a part of that.

He was so lost in his thoughts about Ford that he almost missed the signs of his impending orgasm. Ford was panting hard now, his thrusts getting harder and lingering inside him as his pace stuttered. Biting his lip and moaning, Ford slammed himself inside and stilled, his hips twitching as he came inside.

Stan sighed happily, he loved the feeling of being filled, the warmth blooming inside as his body brought his brother to satisfaction.

“Have fun?” Stan asked when Ford caught his breath.

“Very much so.” Was the prim response. “Now, do me a favour? Move up the bed, head on the pillow please.”

Following the direction, Stan whined as Ford pulled out, cum dripping down his thighs and making him shiver in arousal. His still hard cock twitched in the open air.

Ford, of course, noticed. “Miss me already?”

“Shut up.” Reaching the head of the bed, Stan lay back and put his hands behind his head. “You gonna help me out now?’

Not answering him, Ford just smiled and crawled up the bed after his brother. Stan groaned as Ford came at him on all fours, dropping down when he reached his cock and licking the hard member. Ford made sure to keep his body arched, his ass raised in the air.

“Fuck baby, you look so good.” Stan moaned as Ford suckled the tip of his cock.

Pulling off, Ford pressed a kiss to the leaking tip. “Just you wait.”

Crawling up the rest of the way, Ford positioned himself over Stan's cock.

“Wait, wait, wait!’ Stan cried, hands on Ford's hips to hold him off. “Perp? And you came already, won't you be sensitive?”

“Oh Stanley, I prepped myself while you were hiding from my words.” Ford laughed at Stanley's blush. “And besides, you think I don't want you, beloved? Even if I'm sensitive, I always want you.”

Ford grinned at Stan's look of utter devotion, taking the distraction to line Stan up and lower himself.

“🎶Happy birthday to you🎶” Ford sang as he rose. “🎶Happy birthday🎶” He slammed back down, a hand shooting up to cover Stan's mouth as the man shouted. “🎶To you🎶” Ford started a fast and hard rhythm. He was trying to get Stanley to come because he was, indeed, sensitive and overstimulated, but his brother was worth it any day, let alone their birthday.

Stan's eyes were rolling back, his hips thrusting up, and his hands were again tight on his hips, helping him ride.

“Frd!” Came the muffled cry that Ford was guessing was supposed to be his name.

“Just enjoy your gift, birthday boy.” Ford teased, a callback to his own wake up call.

That seemed to do for Stan, he screamed, his hips shaking and Ford pushed himself down one last time, pinning Stan to the bed and letting him cum deep inside.

Only once it passed did Ford pull his hand away, allowing Stan to pant into the air, mouth hanging open in pleasure.

“Fuck Sixer, what a birthday.” Stan mumbled.

Laughing, Ford gently pulled himself off, both of them groaning at the action. Flopping on top of his brother, Ford snuggled down, humming in contentment as Stan ran his hands up and down his back in wide soothing motions.

Without meaning to, they drifted off right there and then, smiles on their faces.

#stancest #fic #nsft #BIRTHDAY SEX YAY

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