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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage, Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence
  Category:
      F/M, M/M
  Fandom:
      Gravity_Falls
  Relationship:
      Stanford_Pines/Stanley_Pines, Stanley_Pines/Will_Cipher, Stanford_Pines/
      Bill_Cipher, Bill_Cipher_&_Grunkle_Stan_|_Stanley_"Stanford"_Pines, Bill
      Cipher/Stanford_Pines/Stanley_Pines
  Character:
      Grunkle_Stan_|_Stanley_"Stanford"_Pines, The_Author_|_Original_Stanford
      Pines
  Additional Tags:
      Rape/Non-con_Elements, Self-Harm, Incest, Sibling_Incest, Physical_Abuse,
      Suicide_Attempt
  Series:
      Part 1 of The_Divergence_of_Stanley_Pines, Part 2 of Reincarnation_Is_A
      One-Way_Street
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-02-19 Updated: 2017-04-05 Chapters: 2/? Words: 1523
****** What He Remembers ******
by Melonhaven
Summary
     Stanley reflects over the various events that happened throughout his
     life. He can't seem to remember them in any order, he'll organize
     them into a journal later he says. What he does know is that among
     all his alternate dimensional selves, none of them have done what he
     did nor seen what he had seen.
Notes
     I haven't decided to give this character a name. She isn't anyone
     within Gravity Falls but it feels crude to slap on a oc tag.
***** Her *****
"Oh Stanley, you really don't think I won't tell them?" Stan furrowed his brow.
"I'll tell them if you don't listen. What would they think of their two sons
having sex together?" He stared at the chips in her wall. She slid her arms up
his. "It can all be a secret between you and me." She took his hesitance and
pushed him onto her bed. "Now it's not really a chore to be with me? I don't
believe you're really gay, you're just confused." She hooked her thumbs under
his waistband and Stanley knew he would not like where this was going. She just
kept talking and stripping his dignity away until he only had his last layer to
cover him.
Stan's focus snapped back to reality when she started pulling back his boxers.
The hair on his neck bristled when her finger touched him, shivering as she
took him into her hands. "Haha, look at you! I knew you were excited for this."
She touched and he couldn't deny he was hard. Her cold hands against him made
his heated member leak. She dipped her head between his thighs and Stanley
nearly yelped. She kissed his head before attempting to swallow him whole. He
drowned out the sounds of her choking in favor of his thoughts. Damn, she was
amateur. The guys he services would be way better than this. The image of
Stanford flickered to his mind and suddenly everything was a lot hotter. The
wetness around his cock and the motion she managed to use on him forced groans
from him.
Ford would blow him off when he was horny and yearning for attention. He would
touch just where Stan needed it. Rubbing touches to his thighs to comfort him,
their moans muffled and quieted in their bedroom. It would often smell like sex
during these heated times and Ford would open a window or spray some air
freshener. Sometimes Stanley craved for it to be this way. The hot scent of
desperation, the smell among the air that showed the world he was claiming
Stanford. He lathers his brother with affectionate gestures. Pulling his hair
when he goes down on him, kissing him heavily and rubbing Stanford right back.
But it wasn't right. This wasn't the way that Ford would blow him. His brother
knew where to touch him, he's known all his life. And then it wasn't him
rubbing his dripping dick, it was someone he barely recognized.
"Let me ride you." It was a command more than a request for permission. He
could say no words. He didn't even know who she was and yet she was ordering
him around at her call.
"Nno...c condom…" He mustered, weakly failing to detain her wrists.
"Oh, so you want me to say it?" She stared into him and he froze. Stanley
didn't even know what he was running from or what she would say, but he knew it
was what he wanted to avoid the most. "So let me ride you." Where had her
clothes gone? When had they disappeared? She pressed her thighs on top of his
and- Oh no. She wouldn't. She couldn't. He bit harshly onto his lip as her lips
made contact with his member. She started sliding up and down him and he felt
this white fear capture his soul. It replaced his inner organs and muscles with
the upcoming dread. She slowly sank onto him and as he felt himself enter the
more real the situation became for his dissociative state. She slammed down the
rest of him and he choked on his breath. She was complaining and couldn't stop
squirming, and while this situation became more real in his mind he felt
everything but his senses leave him.
He couldn't help it when his hips jerked forward, he lost it to everything. He
pushed her against the bed and lost what remained of his dignity. No one was
home to hear their little girl scream like no tomorrow. It was exactly like she
planned.
===============================================================================

Then came the day that she told him. It was a Thursday afternoon and he was
getting ready for the big weekend. There was a big Friday party coming up and
Stanley was gunning for some time to get to know Carlos a bit more intimately.
His mind was already formulating strategies on smoothing out the course of the
evening. Stan chirped, he had learning some mighty big words from his study
sessions with Stanford.
And then she appeared. She spoke silent words without air. He couldn’t breathe.
This was a matter too far serious to joke about. Her brow scrunched up and
tears pricked at her eyes. She wasn’t joking she said. Why would she joke about
something like this she said. Stan laughed nervously. It was obvious she wasn’t
telling the truth from the way her brown hair was in a fraying mess and she put
too much eyeshadow on. Her wrists were inflamed lightly with pink, her nail
polish was chipped. Even her shirt was ruffled and had wrinkles and tucked into
her pants. Upon closer inspection she overshadowed her lips in lipstick. It was
getting harder to breathe the more he took in her appearance.

It felt like everything had been stolen from him. Stanley couldn’t believe it.
She pushed him into the bathroom and against the wall. Her trembling frame
pulled out a slender object out of her pocket. Despite the suffocating air of
the topic he couldn’t help but to choke out,
“What the hell is that?”
She let out a sob before slamming her fist into his chest. He couldn’t seem to
hear her regardless of how much he spoke. All he heard was a ringing in his
ears. He went home crying to Ma. She simply held him. It wasn’t in the other
family’s beliefs to get an abortion.
***** And Then She Left *****
Chapter Notes
     Converting verbal to writing is very difficult haha
She was shocked and then she became proud of it. It was all the gossip and his
name was a rubber ball. Against his will she had him pose with her.
“Stanley Pines, what a man!” “I knew he wasn’t gay.” “Of course rumors of
false, do you actually believe in-” “And to think it was the beautiful ******!”
“I know, isn’t she such a flower?”
Her hands latched onto her hips proudly, soaking in all the attention. “I never
thought I’d get to be a mother for you. At first I was terrified that it would
ruin me but now I see my life can be better! Right Stanley?” Silence.
“Stanley?” No response.
“Stanley!” A smack to the head brought him back to reality, perhaps a bit more
panicked and breathless than before.
“Aren’t you listening to me?”
“I.. am sorry. I was just thinking.”
“More like spacing out. Nevermind your thoughts, you’re going to be a father!”
He couldn’t stop the groan at the reminder.
“What was that for?” Her mouth became pointed and Stanley grasped for excuses.
“I mean.. What if I’m not a good enough father?” Her face softened.
“Of course you’re going to be a good father!” Though in all her excitement she
seemed to have forgotten why they conceived the baby in the first place.
Stanford knew when Stanley sighed for the fifth time in three minutes that a
lot was on his mind. However he wasn’t sure how to confront him on it or give
him advice. He had come home to Stanford and told him the story through a
waterfall of tears. As time went on Stanley lost more fights, lost his bark and
generally lost all interest in everything. Stanford grew furious in the lack of
solutions to his siblings distress until one night he was reviewing his
homework for mistakes.
“Rumors.. “
And so the next day Stanford set to work. He had his plan all set out. He went
to spread it to the targets, the ones he knew from Stanley that had the most
contacts and an open mouth. It took three days for the infection to infiltrate
the hive before it exploded like [insert nerd science here]. The jocks mocked
here. The cheerleaders giggled when she walked by. The delinquents openly
talked some of the dirtier rumors Ford had spread about her. The teacher’s pets
had reported her cheating. She was expelled from high school.
It was a rainy day when there was vicious pounding on the door and a high-
pitched wail. Stanley scrambled down the stairs, jumped a few steps, slammed
into the wall before speeding to the door without missing a beat. Opening the
door revealed her and bundle. His eyes widened. Is that..? She practically
threw it in his arms. She said silent words before storming off his porch and
back into her family’s waiting car. Stanford leaned against the wall smug.
Stanley was suffering major depression and Stanford became pissed. He spread
rumors about her to where she had to move states. Right before she left she
appeared on their doorstep and threw the baby in Stanley’s arms. From then on
she was never heard from again. The baby was named Alexander. His baby.
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