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Fiddleford and Jimmy fight for Stanâs love and attention.
Why am I like this?đ
"why are you like this?" - apparently because you have a great taste, dear anon!
Well, usually (like in Riders or in that one threesome sort of doodle) I'd say for this: "Stanley Pines has two hands and a void in his soul that needs to be filled with affection". So why fight when Fidds and Jimmy could join forces and make Stan whimper, tremble and shine from double amount of love and cherishing?
But you caught me with these vibes, so let me be a little bit evil on this fine friday morning... Fight for affection you say?
Like Fidds trying to catch Stan's attention by building robots to Stan's liking while making quips at Jimmy and his intelligence?
Like Jimmy offering Stan to polish the El Diablo and getting too wet during it on purpose, and later strolling half-naked on front of Fidds on purpose to show off his confidence?
Like Fidds arguing outloud that bikers with no stable income aren't a suitable match while Jimmy tries to remind people who was having a divorce just last month?
Like Fidds trying to always keep a hand on Stan's shoulder when Jimmy is nearby and like Jimmy pushing Stan to the wall and kissing him while smirking at passing Fidds?
Like them both being so sure Stan would chose him and not the other and yet the time passes and Stan...
And Stan is so starved for affection he can't chose? He loves Jimmy's forwardness, he loves Fidds' gentleness, he loves both of them, but choosing one would mean lose the other, and after all, with them fighting Stan gets even more affection. So Stan can't be really blamed for just cheering "fight! fight! fight!" at them, in his thoughts?
Well, I think it could lead to a really cruel lesson.
[warning: it ended up slightly more suggestive than I planned. Nothing too explicit, but writing choices were made.]
"I think Kitten is waking up."
"Oh goody".
Stan blinked himself into consciousness and tried to stretch his stiffened arms. But as soon as he tried it, he realised he couldn't.
Some more tugging, and he realised they were tied behind his back. And behind the chair, actually, to which he was apparently tied.
In panic Stan looked around and found both of his... well, sort of boyfriends? Not like they settled on going steady with each of them, but Stan was going on dates and kissing with both of them? At different time, of course?
And both of his guys were frowning at him, crossing their arms and... Wait, were they both shirtless?
Stan tried to pose all of his questions, but found out he couldn't. Well, technically, he could - but due to the fabric in his mouth it sounded like nothing more but a muffled nonsense.
"Do you think he finally has an answer for both of us, Jim?" Fidds lifted his hand to straighten the spectacles over his nose.
"Doesn't look like it to me, Hardy," Jimmy huffed and immediately smirked, putting his arm over Fidds' shoulder. "You know why we are here, Kitten?"
Stan shook his head.
"Because months passed and you keep us both hoping for your decision", Fidds rolled his eyes. "You know it's not polite to keep people hoping in vain?"
"That's what your wifey said... Oopf!" Jimmy wheezed and doubled down after being struck into his abdomen with a sharp elbow.
"Anyway", Fidds coughed a bit and glared at Stan. "One last time. Me or him? Who do you choose?"
Stan stared at him. Fidds was smart and kind, with a marvellous crafty vengeful spark inside of him. His touch was tender and his kiss tasted of tobacco and just looking at him always made Stan wish to be a center of his calculating gaze.
Stan needed Fidds.
He stared at Jimmy instead. Strong and bold, Jimmy had the loving heart, the passion that kept Stan warm even by simply imagining the guy in his mind. His embrace made Stan feel safe, his voice made Stan week, and there was nothing Stan wouldn't do to keep Jimmy at his side.
He needed Jimmy.
He couldn't... He couldn't choose. Not between both of them, no!
Stan lowered his head and shook it. That was the most he could do. And he didn't want to witness the disappointment on both of their faces. He knew it wasn't right, but what could he...
He heard heavy sighs before him.
"I see." That was Fidds. "I guess we have no choice then. Like we agreed, Jim?"
"Yep. I think it will teach him some lesson."
Stan was scared. What were they talking about? Had they already decide who would be staying with him and who was leaving? Or maybe both of them had enough?
It hurt. He didn't want it, but maybe by telling himself enough times that it wasn't his choice, that he couldn't do anything....
"Look at us, Kitten".
Stan's head moved by itself.
"That's what happens when you leave us no choice", Fidds were shaking his head and tutting in disappointment. "Now be a good boy and watch".
Watch... wha..? Oh! Oh oh!
Stan felt his eyes widen as Jimmy took Fidds chin by his fingers, and in the next moment both of guys were kissing- no, swallowing each other mouths, evidently both using their tongues to establish the lead, until...
Jimmy whimpered after what looked a bite on his tongue, and the next moment Fidds was lifting the other upwards, holding him by his tights. Jimmy reacted momentarily, grabbing the spectacled guy by his shoulders and also wrapping his legs around Fidds' butt.
"Oh, so those limpy arms have some strength", Jimmy smirked in-between catching his breath and waving his head to the side to move away his long hair from his face, before bending and biting the side of Fidds' neck.
"Argh!" Fidds shouted in surprise, before using his hand to smack Jimmy over his butt. "Behave, biker boy. I wasn't raised on a farm for nothing..."
What was happening? Stan tried to ask, but it sounded like a moan. But it got both guys' attention, and Jimmy lifted his head to smirk at Stan.
"Oh, Kitten liked our little show. Don't worry your pretty head, we're just getting some check-up before... Mmmm!" He moaned, as now it was Fidds who used to occasion to bite and suck on Jimmy's neck.
"Speaking of it, we really have to look at your bike, Jim", Fidds was talking as if he wasn't holding a half-dressed panting guy in his arms. "I don't like how it sounds at the ignition. So, Stanley..." He looked at the guy in question, "I reckon you'll have several hours to sit here and think, while we... Well, let's say not only some engines will be ignited". And having said that, smug Fidds left, still carrying Jimmy in his hold.
Leaving Stan wriggling in his binds and also with questions and indignation and...
...a yearning to join.
...well. Afterwards the guys probably would settle in a functional threesome and get even more support and affection from every side.
Because, as I said.... Stanley Pines has two hands and a void in his soul that needs to be filled with affection. What I didn't say outloud - they all have two hands and deserve more affection.
Damn it. I thought this was too short to do a reaction but
But
Evi unfortunately knows all my weak spots XD
live reaction under the cut
HEY FIDDS JIMMY MIGHT BE THE BIGGEST IDIOT ON THE PLANET BUT HES NOT STUPID!!!
Oh god
Jimmy washing stans car probably in short shorts getting all wet
âŚ.how is fidda supposed to win this?! JIMMY GOING FULL CAR WASH BABE WHAT HELLO???
Im sorry for now jimmy is winning. No stable income? HAVE YOU SEEN HIM WASH STANS CAR?! IF HE OFFERS THAT AS A SERVICE HELL MAKE MILLIONS IN TIPPS!!!!
Maybe
TOUCHING
WALL PUSHING YESY EYEYEY
Oh no
And now you make me sad
Poor love starved Stan đĽş
Argh i love this ot3 too much. Can Jimmy shove fidds against a wall as well? Or vice versa? FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT
He loves Fidds gentleness 𼺠awwasswwwsnjdch
NO AND I CANT BE BLAMED AS WELL!!!
FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT!!!
Cruel Lesson? D: should i be scared? Will they abandon stanâŚfor each other? Nonno nono you wouldnt do thatâŚright?
WARNING?!
KITTENLITTKE KITTE MINE
TIED EXCUSE ME OH OH DEAR
DONE MAKE ME GET IDEAS
âŚI'm actually so worried about you mentioning a cruel lesson. I hope they're not ACTUALLY cruel to himâŚ.though abandoning him because he couldn't decide and then stan is..alone again
Because he was too greedy and wanted both
That would be a gut punch and truly cruelâŚsurely not right?
He sees them as boyfriends!!! đĽşSort of
Oh with both of them at different timesâŚi am really scared they will be cruel. Dont don dont dont
And both shirtlessâŚ/á Ęâ âŠĘâ âżâ ă
âŚ..the better not make out and then disappear kn stan forever.
Or even just as a cruel temporary joke
Imaging stan thinking he fucked up this one good thing he had up again
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Ehehehe look, I keep staring at your gorgeous dignified Princess and just keep imagining:
Stan getting at Burger King, for the last bits of spare change getting that kid crown combo (maybe he found a coupon for it?), and maybe he gets some judging stares, so in defiance he puts the crown on and suddenly he's magically transformed because he's "a millionth kid getting the combo" and so he's declared a Burger King Princess. In magic dress that can't be taken off. No one can do anything with it because magic.
(No one can also find out who was that genius to come up with a cursed paper crown)
(amazing work! Thank you for drawing, redrawing and sharing it ;) )
This is canon in the au nowđĽš
Hmmm maybe this has gotten away from me...
Thanks @eviliens for always having the best ideas<333
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Summary: A little oneshot based on an old prompt I posted. (It is Stan focused)
Basically Stan gets bored since Ford is giving him the cold shoulder and finally decides to take part in class.
It was supposed to be a Smart(er than average) Stan thing but I got too lazy to write more and just cut it short
One shot under the cut:
Growing up, they were two peas in a pod. Stanford was the brains, the cool twin with the cool extra finger and Stanley was the other one.
The two wouldn't go anywhere alone, even as toddlers it was hard to separate them when they needed to use the bathroomâ eventually they learned there were just some things they had to do alone.
Still, Stan was always there to support his nerdy brother. When Ford had a presentation after school, he would skip boxing practice to make it, if Ford wanted to attend a new science club, Stan would tag along despite having no interest, Ford had some new quirky interest and wanted to ramble, Stan was there to listen always even when he didn't understand it.
The point is, Stan never really changed. He stayed the brother he always was, always sticking close just in case his twin needed someone, always there making jokes when his brother was upset and always there to punch bullies when Ford was threatened.
He didn't change. Ford did.
Suddenly, Ford didn't like when Stan distracted him from getting in too deep in his head. Suddenly, Ford found his jokes too childish. Suddenly, everything Stan did was annoying to Ford.
It was one day when he got into trouble in class for, admittedly, taking it too far that Ford seemed to finally snap. Stan had been desperate, okay? Ford hadn't been talking nearly as much with him, avoided working on the Stan O War and would roll his eyes whenever Stan suggested something nerdy just for him! So Sue him!
Stan had been getting low grades, the usual, messing about in class, in classic class clown action, and trying to get his brother to laugh just a little at himâ Heck, Stan would've taken a slight huff with a smile! Then, the teacher ruined it for them all and sent Stan to the principal's office, whatever.
It was when Stan was finally free from the clutches of the principal that the trouble really began.
He raced out, catching Ford just in time to walk home together, called to him and barely managed to set his hand on his brother's shoulder before it was promptly smacked away by aâ get thisâ six fingered hand!
âYou always do this!â His brother had spun around, face screwing up into that angry owl look of his while Stan's hand was still frozen up from where it had been slapped away.
âFor once in your life, can you take anything seriously?!â His brother shouted, which was rare and Stan definitely didn't like considering how much he was shouted at by adults already. He was never a fan of shouts but he simply lowered his hand, staring at his brother as he caught his breath.
A few students paused to watch and Stan could hear the whispers and snickers, his ears growing hot as he controlled his expression and bubbling embarrassment in order not to turn into self-defence fury.
Stanford surely could have waited until they got home to argue, couldn't he?
âCome on, Sixer, I was just messing aroundââ
âThat's all you ever do, Stanley! Mess around! Mess things!â Stanford interrupted and then, with a cool and cruel voice proceeded to say âI refuse to be there to pick up after your messes anymoreâ
With that Stanford left, walking home alone despite the fact they had the same destination.
Okay. So maybe his attempt to get closer to his brother had been all wrong, yeah. Still, Stan was trying, Ford wasn't.
No, all Ford ever did was push him away but keep him on a leash, close enough to tug in case he needs him but making sure there is distance for God knows what.
Stanley didn't change, he stayed the same boy that Stanford would laugh, play and joke with. Stanford is the one who changedâŚ
So why is Stanford the one who is angry here? If anything, Stanley is the one who should be angry here.
It had been nearly a week of petty harrumph and cold shoulders from Stanford and maybe a little bit of self-reflection from Stan and a lot of working in the shop or cleaning the house before Stan came to a realisation while laying in bed late that nightâŚ
He is so fucking bored.
Usually, he and Ford had things to do together from playing around, lounging together, reading (Stan reading comics), to random exploring and so on⌠Now everything seemed rather⌠stale.
It was like that time when his brother was sick and Stan hadn't been allowed near him at all. Stan had spent so long just messing around, maybe being more destructive than usual before just⌠deciding to sit down and space out. His mother had said it had been the greatest two days of her life, the day when Ford was slowly recovering from his fever and Stan finally managed to behave.
And maybe Stan would've been offended, maybe he was a little still, but to be honestâŚ. Yeah. Valid. He was a nightmare as a kid.
It was during boxing that the boredom seemed to really creep in, though. The whispers of other students crawling up his spine a little more every day, the way some of the other teens would try poke him into fighting his own twin (âpersonally, I wouldn't let that slideâ), the happy expression of his mother from having Stan behave once again, the indifferent look of his father instead of the usual scowlâŚ
Stan stood in his usual pose, hopping foot from foot, and despite seeing the punch coming, he didn't react at all.
He was sent home. Busted lip and spinning head. Coach made sure to tell his father how disappointed he was and Ford didn't even bat an eye.
Unlike the night Ford snapped, his father didn't send him to his room without dinner. However, that usual disappointed scowl returned⌠Stan noticed it as his mother helped clean his face up.
â
You may think it was a one time thing but Stan may or may have not let it occur more than once. He may have sat back, listening to his father shout about how he just had to be a failure in everything, including boxing.
âStop thatâ Ford muttered when he entered his room with a few too many bruises, nose stuffed with paper to stop the bleeding.
âIf you think you can get pity from getting beaten up, you are very wrong, Stanleyâ
Stanley did not stop.
A fight at school once or twice, boxing where he'd welcome the punches, dizzy spells from when his head was knocked too hard and maybe talking back to his father once or twice before standing back to receive a beating from him as well.
âStop that! It's distractingâ his twin would whine when his father spent a good while in a screaming match with him, only silenced by a belt.
Stan did not stop.
Eventually, whatever that boredom streak was, started turning internal.
Stan found himself biting his nails too far or scratching his scalp too much, testing random limits he may have such as how long he could stay underwater or how close he can get to a flameâŚ
It was one certain morning that the boredom finally hit like a wave, rolling him and pulling him under, hitting him against the rocks until he is stopped of anything human, that Stan looked to his notebook and thoughtâ
âMight as wellâ
Stan began paying attention in class. He began actually answering the problems on the board even though he couldn't see that well and the sheets of paper, taking notes of he wasn't busy doodling.
The first time he handed the answers on a little sheet over, he got yelled at for copying Ford which got said twin covering his work with his arm and turning his body against Stan like Stan wanted to steal all his pens and notebook.
Fortunately, Stan stayed behind to ask the teacher to move seats. He's sure Ford would be ecstatic over it and like that Stan could finally see the board.
The next morning, when the teacher made him and some girl in the front change seats, Stan didn't get to see his brother's satisfaction. Although⌠Ford seemed far more grumpy than usual by the time he arrived home.
There was a weird vibe settling in the school between Stan and his teachers. A sort of questioning and expectation from him.
Teachers began being nicer to him, being less snappy and making less back-handed comments, they didn't call on him as much or smack his hand with a ruler, Stan even managed to catch a little appreciative nod from his maths teacher and that's like getting a nobel prize for him.
At home, no one really questioned Stan. Then again, Stan supposes they were happy with the peace and quiet for once.
At home, there wasn't anymore loud laughs or dumb jokes, no random singing trying to coax a smile from Ford or their mother into a song. It was quiet just the way everyone must have always wanted.
Sometimes, just sometimes, Stan couldn't handle the silence. He would get in his car and drive off to the piercings where he could sit and watch the sunset while wasting his battery to listen to the radio. To listen to anything, anyone talking.
Other times he stayed home, unwilling to move and just stuck reading, writing or working on homework. Drawing didn't seem as fun nowadays, it wasn't so fun when there was no one to see his creations or encourage his stupid dreamsâŚ
Speaking of dreams, he wonders how the Stan O War is doing. The old gal must be rotting from the inside out if some teens haven't found her and made it their hang out drinking spot. Stan would bet the place was covered in piss and beer cans by now⌠the thought made his chest tighten.
Still, it had been a nice dream, leaving Glass Shard beach. An excuse he had made in order to help Ford find somewhere where he belonged when, really, it was just Stan being selfish again and wanting the safety of Ford and no one else to hurt them.
âWhat are you doing?â
Stan blinked, not having processed being talked to right away. Looking up, he found his twin hovering over him, looking down at where Stan laid on his bed.
Seeing his brother's impatient expression morph into annoyance, Stan realised he should probably answer.
âUh⌠readingâŚ?â Perhaps some sass managed to come out towards the end but it was all drowned out by the confusion.
âSince when do you read?â Ford huffed as though the very idea of it offended him.
âI've always readâ
âYeah. Comics.â
WhatâŚwhat was going on right now? Stan didn't know what to say or how to react to this conversation. He is a little hurt with the way Ford is talking to him, if he's honest, but with how everyone talks to Stan in the same manner⌠he supposes it was only a matter of time.
âIs this one of your new tactics?â His brother asked, arms crossing âfirst you let yourself lose in boxing matches on purposeâ I've seen it, by the way, you could've easily blocked a lot of those punches.â
âThen you start arguments with father like you have some death wish, scratch your scalp until it bleeds and now⌠now you readâ frustrated, Ford gestures towards the book Stan is holding.
âI meanâ moving seats in class, really, Stanley? Just how immature can you be? I'm the one who is upset with you, not the other way aroundâ finally, Stan sorta understands something Ford is saying because so far Ford has just been listing random shit Stan does.
âI couldn't see the boardâ Stan blinks again.
âOh yeah, sureâ Suddenly you can't see the blackboardâ
âI've never been able to see the board?â
To this Ford blinks at him, all annoyance gone in seconds, replaced by confusion.
âAndâ well, I thought you'd like the changeâ Stan sits up a bit to shrug.
âWhy would I like the change?â Ford immediately latched onto that as a reason to be upset with Stan again âWe have always sat next to each other! Always!â
Once again, Stan doesn't know what to say to whatever Ford is saying and⌠it's quite nerve-wracking really. He always knew what to say and what Ford meant but⌠right now he couldn't find the reasoning behind this conversation.
Not to mention, it was weird. Stan was sure he should be jumping at the chance to talk to Ford again, that he should be happy that Ford is talking to him, that somehow his actions dragged a reaction from his brother again.
âWaitâ you've been coming to my boxing matchesâ Stan closes his book and apparently that's not the right thing to say because Ford's face goes a little red from anger and he makes a frustrated sound.
âNO!â
âBut earlier you saidââ
âWhatever! Don't bother me! I'm studying!â With that, Ford cut their conversation (somehow it felt more of an interrogation) short and sat at his desk, grumbling to himself before muttering to Stanâ
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