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GRRRR I am frothing at the MOUTH I need that paranoid old man!!!!!

I think I specifically would make him a little crazy. Like.. Yeah, someone who also has PTSD and weird hands they might or might not be a little insecure about (I have a joint hypermobility disorder) just HAPPENS to show up, acts really nice to him, listens when he talks, takes interest in DD&MD with him, and thinks his sciencey shit is cool, and this has nothing to do with Bill, mind control, or succubi. SURE. Oh, AND their eyes are a little fucked up looking (disorder again)! He would not trust my ass

Anyway! I love your writing I want to gnaw on it like a dog with a bone

(anon talks about this post) aaahhhh thank you so much! i'm happy to hear u enjoy it ^^

ohh most definitely, what do you mean you like to listen to him ramble on and on about his interests without interrupting not even half way through, wanting to do something else? actually asking questions and wanting to hear more about his passions?? not thinking he's boring, or weird for taking in a liking in those things? the moment you ask if you can join him playing dd&md? he thinks he might actually have a stroke all that he could eventually get over, he thinks, but the fact that even physically you are suspiciously similar to him? get out. that paranoid old man might actually go insane if he thinks about you for too long

his trust issues would act up reeeal bad, but if you stick around for long enough he might calm down and open up. just have a little patience, he comes around eventually

he might fight his feelings for a while, at least until he is absolutely sure you won't just use him for your cause or turn on him and his family but once he accepts the fact that there really is someone as wonderful as you and that you like him (??? how?? he still isn't sure), he makes sure to show you just as much love as you show him. it takes a bit until he is fully comfortable and used to physical touch again, but he will take your hands in his, kiss them and makes sure you know that there is nothing to be insecure about. that you are wonderful and amazing and stunning just the way you are and deserve to not feel bad about yourself

once he accepts that he is in fact, head over heels for you, the tone of his notes in the journal shifts to a much softer one and he asks himself how he could've ever thought about you the way he once did (trauma. the answer is trauma. bill fucked him up bad)

Can we get Stanley Pines hcs pls 🙈

hey there ^^ i'm sorry it took me so long personally i am more of a ford girly, but i thought i'd try my hand at him too, i'm sorry if it sucks 😖

read Stanley Pines x reader headcanons here

could you write a stanford pines x reader headcanon where the reader is an artist and always draws him and draws in his journals when he isnt looking? maybe he talks to the reader about the drawings and they get really flustered i dunno!!! <3

oohhh! yeesss, that's a great idea! thank you anon ^^ hope this is okay, enjoy!

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Your little habit started out even before Stanford came back. Dipper saw you sketching in your notebook from time to time, and asked you to draw something for him in the journal. He handed it to you and pointed next to a text he'd written about some anomaly (maybe a Manotaur or the Pterodactyl). First you were unsure, how would you feel if someone randomly decided to draw in your sketchbook? But it actually seemed really fun, and you didn't want to disappoint Dipper. Also it was in the spirit of research and preserving observations. And honestly, what were the odds the mysterious author would ever show up again?

With that attitude you began, whenever you got the chance to, to doodle yours and the twins encounters with the countless strange phenomena in gravity falls into the journal.

Well, oops? Seemed like the universe decided that not long after you started doing so, it was the right time for the author to come back.

It wasn't a big deal really, Dipper kept the journal for most of the time and Ford told him that he liked the additions he made. You weren't sure if he only meant the notes Dipper added, or if he even knew that someone else drew the newly added creatures.

It didn't take long for you and Ford to get to know each other better and spend more time together. Literally everything about him was just so fascinating. From the way he talked about his dimensional travels, anomaly hunts and research, his interest in a shared hobby of yours (dd&md), to the way he held himself. And, even if you were a bit embarrassed to admit it, his looks.

You couldn't help it, he was captivating. So to no surprise, one day you found yourself sitting on the shack's porch, looking over at Ford standing in the yard, working away at something that was too bulky for the basement. You didn't even realise what you were doing until something startled you out of your thoughts and you looked down at your sketchbook, seeing a familiar figure on the open page.

And then it happened again, in the lab. He was explaining away, deeply invested in whatever topic he was rambling about, not really taking in his surroundings. You had started out just sketching his study, but somehow he turned out to be the main focus of it.

One evening you found yourself in the living room of the shack. Ford was sitting on the floor, which was almost entirely covered in graph paper. You had joined him while he prepared the next campaign session, the tv quietly proving some background noise. While he was franticly scribbling away sheet after sheet, you propped open your notebook and began sketching some of the characters that came to your mind. Ford's, Dipper's and your characters and some npcs you encountered on your travels. But looming over all of them, half hidden behind the dm-screen, the scheming face of the man before you took his shape.

The end of the evening was rather blurry, you remembered falling asleep on the floor and being carried to bed, half asleep in someone's arms.

"hmm thank you", is all you could mumble when you felt the soft pillow under your head.

"No problem, dear", you heard a deep voice chuckle.

-

When you thought about it the next morning, a smile crept unto your face and you kinda wished, you would've been more awake, so you could've enjoyed the moment properly.

The smile was quickly wiped off though, when you realised that you must've left your sketchbook in the living room, given that Ford probably didn't bring it with him last night. You panicked and jumped out of bed, stumbling to the door when your gaze was caught by something. Your sketchbook, laying on your desk. You exhaled, glad it didn't lay around for anyone to see. You took it into your hands and opened it to the last page you were working on. But instead of the drawing from yesterday evening, only the one before that stared back at you. Confused, you turned the pages a few times, examined it, maybe someone ripped it out? No, no remnants of a torn out page....

Then, it dawned on you. You left your notebook in your room yesterday. You didn't plan on staying or even going to the living room. God knows how you ended up there, but it definitely was without your sketchbook. Which could only mean one thing...

In record time you were out the door, down the hall and in the living room. Right in time to take in the scenery of Ford staring down at his campaign notebook, opened to the page of your drawing.

"Ahh!! No no don't look!", you jumped forward and put your hands over the drawing. Ford furrowed his eyebrows, looking quite puzzled.

"This? Oh I already saw it last night after getting you to bed. It is incredible!"

Your cheeks heated up. "Oh" was all you could utter.

"It was also you who added the depictions of the twin's adventures, right?"

"Uhmm" You didn't keep your passion for drawing a secret, but you also didn't make a big deal out of it. And honestly, the way Ford was always so indulged in his own mind, you didn't think he was paying much attention to what you were doing. Now you felt a bit stupid for believing he wouldn't connect the - admittedly - obvious dots.

"They really are marvellous. And this?", he gestured to yesterdays page "Truly phenomenal!"

You didn't know what to say. You weren't even sure if you could say anything at all. All you felt was blood rushing to the tips of your ears and a flaming hot sensation in your cheeks.

"I- well uhm, thank you", you managed to stutter "I uh, I actually didn't mean to- uhm, use your campaign book. It was a mistake, I'm sorry."

"You've got to be joking! It's the perfect addition!" Ford exclaimed. "Do you mind if I keep it?"

"Oh", his enthusiasm caught you off guard. "I-, I guess not. Actually, that would mean a lot to me." you admitted sheepishly.

"Very well then! Thank you, dear." He looked at you with a fond expression.

You were about to retreat back to your room, turning around ready to leave, when Ford spoke up again, the smile apparent in his voice. "I also liked your artistic rendition of the twins adventures. Anything else you want to show me?" You froze.

Your heart started beating ridiculously fast. Did he knew? Did he notice you staring at him while drawing? Your thoughts started racing, but came to a sudden halt when he leaned down. His lips were almost touching your ear when he started to whisper.

"Maybe another time." And with that he walked by you, leaving you to yourself.

-------------------------------------------------- thank you for reading <3 reblogs are appreciated

a/n: if you want a second part with romance and/or where ford discovers the drawings of him, let me know! Have a nice day/night!

I've got so many ideas for different ford x reader fics but not enough time and idk where to start...

also your lovely requests! (don't worry, i will get to them/am already working on em) - thank you everyone who did send one <3

I live for the gravity falls / the magnus archives crossover content i've seen the past few weeks, it's concerning how much joy they bring me

brain is on power saving mode

used up all my thoughts for today, no more left for writing :(