Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/9817571. 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. Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!