F but Evil COMMS OPEN

thats HIS baby brother, Fidds!! you wouldnt underSTAND!!!!!!

So now imagine that before Ford spent all his money on building the portal, he was a millionaire—or close to it. Having sold inventions and patents to the government, the military, and other companies, as well as successfully publishing some research on non-anomalous stuff.

He’s doing well for himself, but he doesn’t think much about the money. Because Ford never really cared about being rich so much as he cared about being respected and famous in his field as a scientist. He’s in it for the love of the game, not profit. No one would even know he’s rich just by looking at him; he’s content with the setup he has in Gravity Falls.

And imagine in this AU, that Ford and Stan meet again like this. Someway, somehow, they see each other. Ford is bright eyed and happy and doing well for himself. Stan is… still running unsuccessful scams, and running slightly more successful crimes.

Stan finds out that Ford is a millionaire, and it rankles him so badly. Here he was trying his hardest to make millions, to make his family rue the day they threw him out like trash, and he’s gotten nowhere on that. And here comes Ford, not even caring about the fact that he’s casually made a million dollars. Just using the money to further his own research.

(It’s more likely than you think)

Stanford felt somewhat awkward and uncomfortable—mentally that was. Physically he was perfectly comfortable. He just wasn’t used to prolonged, close contact with another person. It had been a very long time since Stanford had done anything like cuddling with anyone. Not since he was a child, certainly.

Yet here he was now, a fully grown man all but cuddling another fully grown man. Although, said fully grown man was not mentally a fully grown man at the current moment. But it was still awkward regardless.

Unfortunately, it had also been the only way to calm Stanley down. He’d had the biggest meltdown Stanford had seen so far shortly after dinner, and none of Stanford’s usual tactics worked in helping. Stanley had regressed to a much younger age than usual, and could not be consoled by any means.

Until Stanford had tried to hug him in a desperate, last-ditch effort, and Stanley had clung to him like a limpet, unashamedly seeking comfort and wanting to be held.

That had been half an hour ago. Stanford had since successfully moved them to the couch, and Stanley had fallen asleep in his arms after crying his eyes out. Sleep was now also pulling at Stanford’s lids, the couch beneath him feeling plush and cozy. Stanley was like a heavy blanket on him, his upper half in Stanford’s lap, cradled in Stanford’s arms as he slept.

Practically rocking his grown brother to sleep had not been something Stanford had ever wanted to do, but a sleeping Stanley was better than a screaming, crying, and overwhelmed Stanley. Stanford was just glad that breakdown was over. He’d clean up the mess Stanley had made during it in the morning.

Part of him wondered if he should wake Stanley and try to get him to bed—so that Stanford could go to bed too—but he was loathe to disturb the peace he’d worked so hard for. Surely it wouldn’t be so bad to just close his eyes for a bit where he was. He could move them to their rooms later. He’d just rest for a little while first.

Yes, a good idea.

Old Ford react Old Stan in Young Stan body kiss Young Ford after he accept to adventure together.

——beat by beat and heart by heart,

this won't have to end if it doesn't start.

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