What're we gonna with you, kid? (A Timestuck au story) (UNDER EDITING)

This is Not How Grunkle Stan Wanted To Come out

A/N: WE STAN A BI KING!!!!! also he had a thing with John Stamos, really, look up bisexual grunkle stan and you'll find the tweet, it's like the 5th image down. Also I feel like Grunkle Stan grew up with a lot of toxic masculinity, so yeah, his thought process will reflect that.

Stan POV (2012)

                                Shitfuckshitfuckshitfuckshiiiiiiiiiitfuuuuuuuuck. This is going to be fun, I honestly didn't think this would ever come up. I thought maybe, just maybe, I could just prevent the whole time machine incident. But, I didn't do enough, I smashed the time machine, okay I didn't do much.

"Stanley," My brother whisper yelled to me, "What are you doing?" He and my great-nephew who had the build of a twig stood behind me as I rummaged through a shoe-box that had been hidden in a floorboard for who knows how long. The little box held my darkest secrets, or secret.

"Yeah Grunkle Stan," the youngster said softly, his voice was full of concern.

"Gettin' somethin'" I mumbled, and with that I found the perfect picture to show the two nerds without giving myself away, the whole bi thing wasn't getting addressed today, or ever hopefully. I looked at the picture for a minute, it was Mabel, Rick,  and me, Mabel was jumping on the couch, I was smirking with that teenage air of cockiness and mischievousness, and Rick was laughing his ass off, I don't even remember why, but his smile spread to me too.

"She's in 1969, late June." I said a half-hearted voice, before snapping out of my little, space out. "I met her in Glass Shard Beach and you two picked her up in New York City."

"Well," Dipper started smiling again, "That was easy! Let's go Grunkle Ford! I still have the blueprints so we can make another-"

"You get started on that Dipper, I'll be down in a minute." Uh oh, Ford's staying, fuuuuuuuuuuuuck, he always something out of nothing, mountain out a molehill! WhatdoIsaywhatdoIsay shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit.

"Stan?" Ford asked in a concerned tone, "Do you need to tell me something?"

"Nooooooooooooooooooooooope, there is nothing I need to tell you-"

"Stanley please don't lie to me," Ford cut in gently. "You may be Oregon's best con-man, but you can't fool me."

            I opened my mouth to speak, but instead just frowned, crossed my arms, and sighed sarcastically. "Fine," I spat, "What do you want to know? I've got a whole shoebox of mistakes!"

"I want to know why you are calling that shoebox a mistake box when you are clearly smiling like an idiot in all of the those pictures." I ran a hand through my hair and rested my head in my hands, my stomach was mimicking the feeling of a rollercoaster with double the amount of butterflies.

"Ford?"

"Yes Stanley?"

"Do you promise not to tell anyone?" My eyes stung, why am I crying? I'm a grown ass man! Guys don't cry!

"Of course, you can tell me anything," Ford sat down beside me and wrapped his arm around my shoulder, making the bed creak under our combined weight.

"That guy, the black haired one is my, we ah, were, kind of, well, a th-thing." I couldn't look up at my brother, I knew I shouldn't have done this! I should've just kept my mouth shut and lied! Like I always do-

"Stan," Ford sighed, "Stan look at me," I crossed my arms over my stomach and moved my eyes up to my brother, who was also on the verge of tears. But before I could get a word out the old geezer bear-hugged me, taking me by surprise. And before I could stop myself I was sobbing into my brothers shoulder, Ford just rubbed my back with one hand and hugged me with the other. It was at least good to know that he didn't hate me for having a thing with a guy.