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Begging for some twins in time fics, please yall, I need Kid Stan and Post college ford angst, I need it š
I could never hate Stanley Pines, i donāt care how many crimes heās committed or the couple times he acted like a dick.
He was a kid who was never really good at anything, he was told he was a lost cause and would never achieve anything, then he got kicked out of his home because of a simple mistake (that didnt end up mattering because Ford still went to uni and got 50000 PhDās and got rich), he had to live out of his car for 10 years and is legally not allowed to enter half of america, he went to jail and got into trouble with anybody who could ever hurt him, he had to chew his way out of the trunk of a car, he was never good at making products, he never achieved anything by being a travelling salesman.
Then he thinks his brother wants to see him again, he visits him, his brother immediately tells him to get the fuck away from him, ofcourse Stan gets mad and ford ends up going theough the portal, then Stanley, FAKES HIS OWN DEATH! HE HAS TO WITNESS ONLY 2 PEOPLE SHOWING UP TO HIS FUNERAL!!! AND HE TAKES UP THE MYSTERY SHACK AND LIVES IN A SMALL BACKWATER TOWN WITH DANGEROUS MONSTERS FOR 30 YEARS TO GET HIS BROTHER THAT HATES HIM BACK FROM WHATEVER DIMENSION HE WENT TO! HE SPENT 30 YEARS BUILDING A PORTAL HE HAD NO IDEA HOW TO BUILD, HE COULD HAVE FAKED HIS DEATH AND TOOK FORDāS FORTUNE AND DONE WHAT HE WANTED BUT INSTEAD HE STAYED BEHIND POSSIBLY WASTING HIS LIFE TO GET HIS BROTHER BACK!!!
And what does he get? He gets a punch in the face, he gets his family turning on him, he gets his brother trying to tear his niece and nephew apart, he gets the fear of almost getting kicked out by a family member once again, he gets the apocalypse, he gets a forced apology, he gets his mind erased, HE THINKS HES NEVER DONE ANYTHING WORTHWHILE IN HIS LIFE BECAUSE HE SACRAFICED HIS ENTIRE LIFE FOR PEOPLE WHO HATE HIM
Sailing the world was the least Ford could do for him, STANLEY PINES THEY COULD NEVER MAKE ME HATE YOU
Ever think about how stanās a stingy hoarder because he had to live with nothing for so long? You ever think about how Ford was given everything he ever wanted on a silver platter while Stanley had to lick necessities off of knives? You ever think about how Ford took his whole life for granted and complained to his brother; the man who had nothing? You ever think about how much stan loves his family when their natural instinct is to hate him? You ever think about the fact that the only reason his famiky reaches out to him is because they think heās ford? I do, i do think about these things
Thereās a TikTok sound going round recently, itās audio from Marie Antoinette mixed with ThĆ©rĆØse by Maya Hawke, itās the ābut you, shall be mineā clip, and people have been using it for Mabel and Stan (in comparison to Ford and Dipper) and Young Stan and their mother, and I canāt stop thinking about Stan attending his funeral as ford and having to sit next to his mother, realising how much she actually loved him, unlike his father.
And how she probably saw so much of Stan in āfordā and him having to not just tell her that itās him. Ripping my hair out and crying. Iām sorry yāall, I love ford, but Stan⦠like, the angst but also sweetness of it, I need yāall to bare with
(And I know that she and an IRIS agent were the only ones who attended, let me cry in peace)
Cajun Dan wearing the Gambit Crop Top!

Heyyyy, i hope you are having a wonderful day, and if not, i hope it gets better
I saw you did a part 2 for worth it and I can't help but want a part 2 for night terror like immediately after the events (like a day or 2) the reader isn't little and comforting logan telling him it wasn't his fault and logans trying to make up for it by over compensating and maybe reader slips again cuz the pain of they're stitches or cuz they feel guilty that logan feels bad because of what he did and it just turns into pure fluff and cuddles by the end
I saw your working on other fics tp so don't feel pressure or anything I just really love your Tumblr thank youuuuuu so much š

Night Terrors p2
Logan (James) Howlett and fem!agere!reader
A/N:Thank you so much Anon! I hope you enjoy this work! I didnāt expect so many people to enjoy Night Terrors considering it was just an offhand idea, but Iām glad yaāll liked it! ā©^Ļ^ā©
I switched up the request a little bit anon, I hope you still enjoy it.
All of my oneshots will be/are written with a fem reader in mind because I write my works self indulgently, however, if itās requested I have no qualms writing the reader GN
Unless Iām writing a romantic work, there is so age in mind for the reader, however, romantic works will be written with an over 18 reader in mind ļ¼ā¹ā”ā¹ļ¼
TW: Logan stresses and feels immensely guilty, slightly description of blood, cuts and bruising.

Logan stares blankly at the tv while you hum drowsily along to the theme tune of the cartoon playing, he clenches his fists when your squirming causes your sleep shorts to ruck up, the gauze peeks through, its dappled with blood.
He clears his throat
āBee, itās time to change your bandages.ā
You blink up at him, smiling dopily
āOkay pa.ā
You wiggle, shifting so Logan can cut off the bandages and replace them.
He drops the first aid kit down next to you in the couch, plopping down onto a stool in front of you, you giggle at the funny picture of his hulking body dwarfing the stool underneath him.
He pushes your shorts away from the gauze, picking up a pair of scissors to cut away the bandage, his hands tremble when the metal touches your skin, blinking out of his haze when you call for him
āDaddy? Whatās wrong?ā
He rubs a hand over his face
āI canāt believe I let myself hurt you, Iām so sorry honeybee.ā
he presses a multitude of kisses on your head, heās shaken.
āBut you didn mean it, you said sorry n itās all okay nowā
Logan blinks, thumbing gently over your kneecap, he smiles at you mournfully
āNo, I didnāt mean it, thank you, sweetheart.ā
He steadies himself, picking up the scissors to slice through the gauze, he winces at the bloody cuts, the skin around them inflamed and bruising.
He grasps your knee, before swabbing around the stitches with iodine and quickly, sturdily wrapping up your thigh, he gently pats your shin
āAll done babydoll.ā
You smile, pressing a messy kiss to his bearded cheek, you then start to wring your hands nervously
āCan you decorate the bandage please?ā
He huffs through his nose, smiling
āItāll be coming off tomorrow, you know?ā
You nod, stubborn
āAlright bee. Where are your stickers?ā
You point to the cabinet under the tv, where all your colouring books and pencils were stored.
His knees creak when he stands, crouching down to retrieve your stickers, he peels a pack open, grunting when he thumps back down onto his stool, you giggle as he fiddles with the stickers, struggling to peel them off of their sheet.
You smile when he gets to work, evenly spreading an amalgamation of different kitten stickers on your thigh, before finally pressing one larger, glittery one to the middle, ever gentle.
āThere you go sweets.ā
You admire his handiwork, twisting awkwardly to watch the glitter sparkle and glimmer in the light.
āThank you pa!ā
He pushes your hair away from your face, smooshing a kiss to your forehead.
ā*:.ļ½”. o .ļ½”.:*ā
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Logan carries you up the stairs after dinner, your belly full of good, home cooked food. He drops you off in the bathroom.
āBrush your teeth and pee, Iāll get your pyjamas, okay?ā
You nod, sleepy.
By the time heās done, youāre dozing on the toilet seat, wanting to sit down after doing what he told you.
He smiles, gently lifting you again, swiping a smudge of toothpaste off of your cheek.
Logan sets you on the bed, helping you change, before he tucks you under the quilt, pressing a pacifier between your lips and giving you a peck on the cheek
āSweet dreams honeybeeā
You smile dopily, slurring out a
āSee you in the mornin papa.ā
He nods, smiling gently before moving to leave, swiftly turning around when you cry out
āWhere goin?ā
He frowns before walking back over, leaning down
āIām gonna go down stairs and watch some tv, gonna have a cigar bee.ā
You make a coughing noise, almost like a gag
āSmell grossā
He laughs lightly
āYeah, yucky, I know, I wonāt be long though, Iāll be here when you wake up, sound good?ā
You nod, turning around in the bed to watch him as he closes the door.
You melt into the sheets, knackered.
ā*:.ļ½”. o .ļ½”.:*ā
You groan, shifting in the bed, pulling your pacifier out of your mouth, you need a glass of water.
Turning to look behind you, cautious that Loganās behind you, not wanting to wake the man, recognising he needed his rest.
Though the beds empty, the sheets are barely ruffled, cold.
You pitter patter out of bed and down the stairs, careful to skip that one creaky step.
Huffing at the shifting lump on the couch, Loganās scrunched up on your two seater, grunting in his sleep.
Youāre miffed, no longer caring about his ārestā in that moment you gently shake his shoulder, he startles, blinking up at you.
āBee, whatās the time?ā
You furrow your brows, not realising how ridiculous you must appear, one cat sock falling down your leg, wearing matching pyjama shorts and sleep shirt that are both adorned with kittens, one hand on your hip
āLogan, What are you doing?ā
āSleeping?ā
You narrow your eyes
āOn the couch?ā
He huffs, clearly not pleased to be explaining himself
āI knocked out after I smoked my cigar, I had a glass of whiskey, Iām sorry Dollā
You tongue over your teeth, unimpressed
āIt doesnāt smell like you smoked, and we havenāt had a bottle of whiskey in the cabin for weeks, why are you really sleeping down here?ā
He groans, part impressed and part annoyed that you managed to see through his lies so easily, Logan orients himself, unsure how to articulate himself
āThe other night.. it scared me, in a way Iāve never been scared before, waking up to the bedsheets soaked in your blood, your blood caked under my nails, Iāve never felt fear like it.ā
You soften, sitting down on the couch next to him
āYou had a nightmare Logan, of horrors I couldnāt even fathom, I forgave you, about twice now actually, even though, thereās nothing for me to forgive, it was an accident, you didnāt mean it.ā
āAn accident that could have cost you your lifeā
He bites out
āBut it didnāt, I know youāre scared, youāre allowed to be scared Loā, but Iām not, not of you, not ever.ā
āYou should beā
He grumbles, you groan
āBut Iām not! Iād rather have you in the bed, I feel safer when youāre there with me, youāre not doing me any favours by bumming it down here, I donāt need you to be self righteous Logan, I need you to forgive yourself, you cut me once, this has never happened before, I could never happen again.ā
āBut thereās a chance it will happen again!ā
He raises his voice, youāre still not scared though, stubborn as ever, it only spurs you on
āThen we can work through it! I do not want you to be down here, suffering alone, now please, come up to bed with me.ā
He mumbles under his breath, but you elect to ignore it, considering heās standing up, you trot over to the steps, pleased that your consistency payed off.
He lays down on the bed next to you, groaning when his head hit the pillow, you give him a look that screams āI told you soā
āSave it.ā
He grumbles, you smile, finally, at peace.
ā*:.ļ½”. o .ļ½”.:*ā
Thank you so much for reading! Likes, requests and reblogs are much appreciated
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