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Masterlist II
I need to post actual work- I’m sorry :( I know ppl wanna see stuff. This is pretty niche
You needed to test out some new drinks or at least test your ability to mix. Imagine your delight when your co-worker, Leander offered his assistance. You warned him that you had just learned how, but he was just jumping to help you.
Honestly, you could tell the boy you needed help building an Ikea bed and he would jump to do it. Anything involving you was something he wanted to do. In other words, he was down bad.
You, though, never seemed to notice this. Everyone else, customers and co workers alike, noticed his obvious favoritism towards you. Why else would he jump at any opportunity to be with you?
You didn’t see it that way. How could you? This was everyone’s favorite boy. He was such a charismatic, sweet, handsome guy who many patrons not only adored but ogled whenever he pasted; Why would he be into you?
The day arrived where you needed to test drinks and he was there. Very early, but he told you he just got there. He watched you likes love sick puppy as you clumsily mixed drinks. His eyes widen when you pass it to him.
Eh, not his favorite, but that’s alright. The second one though? Well that DEFINITELY made up for the first. It was one of the best things he’s ever had- And no he’s not just saying that cause he’s your ‘friend.’ (Ugh, what a terrible word in his opinion)
The third one though is when it gets strange. He starts coughing up blood and you (obviously) panic and go to reach for him, but he steps back. He puts a hand out mumbling that he was okay, before passing okay.
When he got back from the hospital you checked all over him. How could you not? He smiled and preened at your attention. Hell, if this is what you’re like when he gets hurt, maybe he should do it more often.
You continue mixing drinks and each time he leaves, he comes back with a new ingredient and your worry. If not for the awful body alterations, he would think he’s in heaven. Your only thought is that these hospitals must be incredible.
You were thankful when it was finally over. You were feeling extreme guilt and worry over everything, no matter how much he tried to convince you.
He laughed when you expressed these feelings. He told you it was nothing. He’d do anything to help a pretty friend.
“Pretty?”
He blushed when realizing what he said. He looks away from you and rubs the back of his neck trying to regain his composure. “Well, yeah… You’re very pretty. I’m sure you get it a lot though.”
You blush, your fingers fiddling with each other. “I wish.”
He’s surprised by this response. You were the most beautiful girl in the world to him. How could others not see it? God, if you were with him, he’d never let you forget or go a day without hearing beautiful you are.
“Well… You are. I’ve always thought so.”
Your blush deepens as you look at him shyly. His face is still a light pink that was now turning a dark red. You look away, feeling the moment was to intimate.
“Well, for what it’s worth, you’re pretty too.”
“Yeah?” He stutters out, not believing what he’s hearing. You said he’s pretty???
“Yeah.”
He decides to just shoot for it and blurts out (much louder than he’d like) “Would you go out with me?”
Your eyes widen and you examine him. Go out? With a coworker? What do you say?
Tags: sp high school au, slow burn, friends to lovers, smoking/underage drinking, drug use, take dating troupe, sarcastic chaotic reader, reader has body piercings, sexual tension, crude language, teen angst, fluff, eventual smut (they're 18!!!)
⋆｡°✩ 🏈 Chapter 6: Making The Drama Club Lesbians Proud🍃 ✩°｡⋆
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The next day, you found Stan by his truck before school, leaning against the driver’s side door with his hands shoved in his jacket pockets and his beanie pulled low like he was trying to disappear into the fabric.
You approached with your usual morning energy: iced coffee in one hand, gum in your mouth, backpack hanging off one shoulder half hazardously. Stan looked up when you got close. His eyes flicked over you once, then away.
“Good Morning, my lovely boyfriend thing,” you said brightly.
He sighed like you’d already exhausted him and it wasn’t even eight yet. “Morning.”
You stopped in front of him, squinting. “You look suspicious.”
“I always look like this.”
“Nuhuh, you usually look depressed. Today you look suspiciously depressed.”
Stan gave you a flat look. “That doesn’t make sense.”
“It would if you were smart.”
“Then explain it.”
“No...”
He rolled his eyes, but his mouth twitched at the corner. That tiny almost-smile did something stupid to your chest. You hated it. You hated it so much that you immediately shoved your iced coffee into his hand. “Hold this.”
“What? Why?”
“Boyfriend duties, duh.” You said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“You have hands.”
“And you have the privilege of holding my drink. Don’t fumble, Marsh.”
Stan stared at the cup like it had personally offended him. “This is the dumbest fake relationship ever.”
“Then why are you blushing babe?”
“I’m cold.”
“You’re in Colorado. That excuse is basically always available. Doesn’t make it true.”
His face darkened. “Shut up.”
You stepped closer, grinning, and reached up to adjust his beanie. “You’re so easy.”
Stan froze a little beneath your hands. Not dramatically. Not enough for anyone else to notice. But you noticed. You noticed the way his shoulders went still, the way his eyes flicked down to your mouth for half a second before immediately shooting away like he’d committed a crime. Your fingers paused at the edge of his beanie.
Something warm and electric crawled up your arm.
Absolutely fucking not.
You yanked the beanie down over his eyes. “There,” you said loudly. “Now you look even more emotionally unavailable.”
“Dude—” Stan shoved the beanie back up, glaring. “What the hell was that for?”
You snatched your iced coffee back and took a victorious sip. “Love you too.”
He opened his mouth to respond, probably with something bitter and sarcastic, but then his gaze shifted over your shoulder.
You followed it. Wendy and Bebe were crossing the parking lot. Perfect timing. Stan tensed beside you. You could feel it before he even moved. That familiar little shift in him, the way he closed off all at once, like someone had slammed a door behind his eyes.
Oh, Stan.
You turned back to him and, without thinking too hard about it, stepped into his space. Stan blinked down at you. “Woah personal space—”
“Method acting,” you whispered. Then you slipped your hand into his and leaned your body into his side, clinging on to him. His hand was cold at first, but after a second his grip tightened around yours. Slightly. Carefully.
Wendy’s eyes flicked toward you two. Bebe leaned in to whisper something to her. Stan swallowed. You bumped your shoulder against his. “Breathe, dumbass.”
“I am breathing.”
“You’re doing it weird though.”
He let out one sharp breath through his nose, almost a laugh. “You’re so fucking annoying.”
“And yet,” you said, raising your joined hands a little, “you’re holding my hand.”
“For the bit.”
“Sure, babe.”
His thumb shifted against the side of your hand. Barely anything. A nothing movement. A completely insignificant, not-worth-thinking-about, totally fake relationship thumb brush.
Your brain immediately lit itself on fire.
Wendy passed by with Bebe, giving Stan a polite little smile. “Hey, Stan.”
Stan’s hand tightened. “Hey,” he said, voice rougher than usual.
Wendy looked at you next. Not mean. Not friendly either. Just curious in that sharp Wendy way. God did she scare the fuck out of you sometimes.
“Hey,” she said to you.
You smiled sweetly. “Hey, Wendy.”
Bebe gave you a look that was entirely too entertained. “Cute.”
You squeezed Stan’s hand harder. “Thanks. He’s house-trained and everything.”
Stan turned his head slowly. “What?”
Bebe laughed. You patted Stan’s chest with your free hand. “Mostly.”
Stan looked like he wanted to walk into oncoming traffic, but he didn’t let go of your hand.
Wendy and Bebe walked away, whispering between themselves. You waited until they were far enough before dropping Stan’s hand like it had burned you. Except it had kind of done the opposite. Which was worse.
Stan flexed his fingers once, then shoved both hands into his pockets. “Was that believable?” he asked.
You took a long sip of your coffee to buy yourself time. “Yeah. Ten outta ten. Oscar bait. The lesbians in drama club would give us a standing ovation full of tears an’ everything.”
His ears went pink. “Cool,” he muttered.
A beat passed. Then he glanced sideways at you. “House-trained?”
You shrugged. “I panicked.”
“You panicked and called me a dog?”
“I said mostly house-trained. Don’t be an ungrateful bitch.”
Stan shook his head, but this time he actually smiled. Not a big one. Not enough for anyone else to call attention to. But you saw it. You saw it, and your stomach did something deeply embarrassing. You were starting to think this fake dating thing was a bad idea. Oh well
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By lunch, you regretted telling Kenny the truth. He hasn’t said anything yet, but you could feel his stupid little eyes already judging you from under that orange hood.
He slid into the seat beside you instead of across from you, which immediately made you suspicious.
“What?” you asked.
Kenny tilted his head. “What?”
“You’re looking at me weird.”
“I always look at you weird.”
Stan sat down on your other side with his tray, looking impossibly tired. Kyle followed, still carrying the expression of someone who had spent all night building a conspiracy board in his room. Cartman dropped into his seat last, already chewing before his ass fully hit the bench.
Kenny leaned closer to you, voice low. “So. How’s the fake boyfriend?”
You kicked him under the table. Hard. Kenny made a muffled wheezing sound, then bent over his tray, shoulders shaking with laughter. Stan looked over. “What happened?”
“It explains a lot, actually,” Cartman said through a mouthful of food. “Poverty is hilarious.”
“Shut up, Cartman,” Kyle and Stan said at the same time.
You leaned back against Stan’s side before you could overthink it. “Aw. Couple goals. You guys are finishing each other’s sentences.”
Kenny’s eyes flicked to the way your shoulder pressed against Stan’s arm. His eyebrows lifted. You gave him a look that said don’t you fucking dare. He gave you a look back that said I am absolutely daring.
Kyle set his fork down with surgical precision. “Okay. I’m just going to say it. This is weird.”
“So you keep saying.” Stan muttered.
“Because it keeps being weird!” Kyle snapped. “You two are acting like you’re dating, but also like you’ve never touched another human being before.”
Cartman gasped. “Oh my god, Kyle’s right. They have virgin chemistry.”
You pointed at him with your spoon. “Say virgin chemistry again and I’ll chemistry your face into the table, tubby.”
“That doesn’t even make sense, junkie.”
Stan’s head snapped up. “Dude, don’t call her that.”
The table went quiet for half a second. You blinked. Cartman looked mildly surprised, then immediately smug. “Ohhh, look at Stan defending his trashy little girlfriend.”
Stan’s jaw clenched. “I said shut up.”
Something in his voice shifted. Not loud. Not dramatic. Just sharp. Protective?
Your chest did that awful warm thing again. Kenny noticed. Of course Kenny fucking noticed. His eyes slid to you, softer now but still amused. Kyle looked between you and Stan, suspicion briefly replaced by something more careful. Like maybe this wasn’t adding up the way he thought it would. You recovered first because emotional vulnerability made you itchy.
“Thanks, babe,” you said, reaching up to pinch Stan’s cheek. “My hero. My knight in crusty Vans.”
Stan shoved your hand away, face red. “Don’t.”
“Too late. I’m swooning.”
“You’re embarrassing.”
“You love it.”
He didn’t answer fast enough. That was the problem. He didn’t answer fast enough, and Kenny’s eyes practically lit up like Christmas lights someone had plugged into a wall. Kyle noticed too. Cartman, thankfully, was too busy opening another bag of chips with his teeth.
Stan cleared his throat and looked down at his tray. “Whatever.”
You turned your attention to his own bag of chips because theft was easier than feelings. “Mine,” you announced, grabbing it.
“Dude—”
“You defended my honor. I need tribute.”
“That’s my lunch.”
“And I’m your girlfriend.”
“Fake girlfriend,” Kenny coughed under his breath.
You kicked him again. Stan looked up sharply. “What?”
Kenny held up both hands, still laughing. “Nothing, man. Allergies.”
Kyle stared at him. “You don’t have allergies.”
“I’m allergic to bullshit.”
You smiled dangerously. “Kenny.”
He leaned back, grin hidden by his hood. “What? I’m being supportive.”
“You’re being a little slutty detective.”
“Can I put that on my college applications?”
“You’re not going to college dipshit.”
“Damn. True.”
Stan looked between you both, still confused but too emotionally exhausted to investigate. “Why are you two always like this?”
“Chemistry,” Kenny said.
You shot him another warning look. Cartman immediately gagged.
“Chemisty with Kinny? He smells like poor people and welfare.”
“You smell like beef sticks and entitlement,” you snapped back.
Kyle rubbed his temples. “I hate this table.”
Stan sighed. “Yeah. Same.”
But when Wendy walked past again, slower this time, Stan’s hand found your knee under the table. Not your thigh. Not anything dramatic. Just his hand resting lightly on your knee. A prop. A fake dating prop. A totally normal, strategic, performative prop.
You froze for half a second. Stan didn’t look at you. His eyes were forward, jaw tight, pretending like this was easy. His palm was warm. You swallowed. Then you covered his hand with yours. Wendy’s glance landed there. Then on Stan’s face. Then yours. Something unreadable crossed her expression before she looked away.
Stan exhaled slowly. You leaned toward his ear, keeping your voice low. “She saw.”
“Yeah,” he murmured.
“You okay?”
He hesitated. Then nodded. “Yeah.”
But his hand didn’t move. Neither did yours.
Across the table, Kenny watched the whole thing with the expression of a man witnessing a car crash in slow motion and deciding, honestly, this was great entertainment.
You mouthed, “Shut up.”
Kenny mouthed back, “You’re fucked.”
Unfortunately, you were starting to suspect he might be right.
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After school, Stan drove you home. That wasn’t part of the rules. Technically, he’d only agreed to walk you to class and do basic public couple behavior when needed. But when the final bell rang and you started toward the parking lot, he just followed.
“You stalking me now, Marsh?” you asked, spinning around to walk backward in front of him.
He shrugged. “I have a truck.”
“No shit? Hadn’t noticed.”
“You need a ride or not?”
You grinned. “Are you asking because you care about me, or because Wendy’s by the front doors?”
Stan’s eyes flicked past you. Wendy was, in fact, near the front doors. He looked caught. You laughed.
“Relax. I’ll accept your emotionally constipated ride offer.”
“Great. Fantastic. Thrilled.”
You hopped into the passenger seat like always, immediately messing with the radio. Stan slapped your hand away. “Don’t.”
“Your music makes me want to become a missing person.”
“Your music sounds like auditory war crimes”
“That’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”
He gave you a sideways look as he pulled out of the lot. “That’s sad.”
“You’re sad.”
“Yeah.”
You blinked, then snorted despite yourself. “Emo.”
For a minute, the truck was quiet except for the rumble of the engine and some miserable guitar song playing low through the speakers. Snow sat dirty and gray along the curbs. The sky looked heavy, like it was deciding whether to ruin everyone’s day.
Stan drove with one hand on the wheel, the other resting near the gear shift. You stared at it. Not intentionally. Just… it was there. And your brain, being the absolute worst roommate in your skull, kept replaying the way his hand had felt on your knee at lunch. Warm. Careful. A little shaky. You looked out the window instead.
“So,” Stan said eventually.
“Oh no.”
“What?”
“You said ‘so’ like you’re about to have feelings at me.”
“I’m not having feelings at you.”
“That sounds exactly like something someone about to have feelings at me would say.”
He sighed. “Can you please shut up for, like, ten seconds?”
“No promises,” you grinned.
Stan’s fingers tapped against the steering wheel. “Thanks. For lunch.”
You glanced at him.
“For stealing your chips?”
“For…” He frowned, searching for the words like they were hidden somewhere under the dashboard. “For checking if I was okay. When Wendy walked by.”
Oh. Gross. Emotional sincerity.
Your fight-or-flight response activated immediately. “Yeah, well,” you said, forcing casualness into your voice. “Can’t have my fake boyfriend having a public breakdown. Bad for my brand.”
His mouth twitched. “Your brand?”
“Hot, sexy, unstable, mysterious.”
“Sure.”
“Thank you.”
Another quiet beat. Then Stan said, softer, “It helped.”
You looked over. He wasn’t looking at you. His eyes stayed on the road, face half-shadowed beneath the edge of his beanie. “It helped,” he repeated, like admitting it physically hurt. “Not feeling like a total idiot.”
You chewed the inside of your cheek. Your usual jokes lined up in your head, ready to throw themselves on the grenade. Instead, you said, “You’re not a total idiot.”
Stan glanced at you, eyebrows raised. You held up a hand. “Don’t make it weird. You’re like… seventy percent idiot max.”
He huffed a laugh. A real one. Small, but real. “There she is,” he muttered.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“No, what?”
“Nothing.”
“Stanley Marsh, do not ‘nothing’ me.”
He groaned. “God, don’t call me Stanley.”
“Why? Too intimate? Should I save it for pillow talk?”
His face went pink instantly. “Jesus Christ.”
You cackled, pleased with yourself. Then the truck pulled up in front of your house. Neither of you moved immediately. Which was weird. Usually you jumped out, flipped him off, stole something from the passenger seat, and fucked off. But now there was this pause. This dumb, heavy pause sitting between you like a third person. Stan’s hand was still near the gear shift. You wanted to touch it. You did not touch it. You were not insane. Mostly…
“Well,” you said, grabbing your bag. “Thanks for the ride, pookie bear.”
“Don’t call me that.”
“Okay, sweetie pie.”
“Worse.”
“Snookums?”
“I’m kicking you out.”
You laughed and opened the door, cold South Park air rushing in. Before you climbed out, Stan said your name. You looked back.
He seemed like he regretted speaking before he even finished thinking. His mouth opened, closed, then opened again. “Tomorrow,” he said finally. “Same thing?”
You tilted your head. “Same thing?”
“Ride. School. Whatever.” He looked away. “For the bit.”
You smiled, but it felt strange on your face. “Yeah. For the bit.”
Stan nodded. You hopped out, shut the door, and walked backward toward your house, pointing at him dramatically.
“Don’t miss me too much, Marsh!”
“Already forgot you exist.”
“Liar!”
He rolled his eyes, but he stayed parked there until you reached your front door. You noticed. You pretended not to.
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That night, Kenny texted you.
Kenny: so how long before u admit ur fake dating is getting weird
Y/N: how long before u admit ur obsessed with me 😬
Kenny: already admitted that years ago babe keep up
Y/N: die 🥰🥰🥰
Kenny: been there done that
You stared at the screen, grinning despite yourself. Then another message popped up.
Kenny: fr tho be careful
Your grin faded a little.
Y/N: with what??
Kenny: stan
you
wendy
the whole dumb thing
You rolled onto your back, phone held above your face.
Y/N: wow look at u having emotional depth gross 🤢
Kenny: don’t tell anyone I’ll lose street cred
Y/N: what street cred ur poor
Kenny: exactly streets are all I have 🤧
You laughed under your breath, but Kenny’s warning sat in your chest weirdly. Be careful. You hated when people said that. Careful was boring. Careful was for people who planned ahead and drank water and didn’t agree to fake date their emotionally unstable friend for free weed and maybe a little attention. Your phone buzzed again. Not Kenny this time.
Stan: found a song you might not hate
A link came through. You clicked it. It was still sad as hell, because of course it was, but less unbearable than his usual playlist. Softer. Warmer. Something with a girl’s voice and a guitar that sounded like a porch light left on. You listened for thirty seconds. Then texted back.
Y/N: omg is this character development marsh??? 🤩 did my bullying work????
Stan: nvm I take it back
Y/N: no no booo send more I’m training you like a shelter dog
Stan: house-trained shelter dog?
You paused. Then smiled before you could stop yourself.
Y/N: mostly
Three dots appeared. Disappeared. Appeared again.
Stan: night idiot
Y/N: Gn dearest shelter dog 🐶
You set your phone on your chest and stared at the ceiling in the dark. Somewhere outside, a car passed slowly, headlights sliding across your wall and disappearing.
It’s fake, you reminded yourself again. But this time, the thought didn’t land right. This time, it sounded less like a reminder and more like a warning.
Whoever send the request of Yandere GF w/ bored reader who jumps to different AU's and everyone becomes attached- I love you. I could write a whole story about that-
Similar to that one story on Quotev called: It's a Pain to be a Prince
uh- apparently that stories been taken down along with the author deactivating because ‘apparently’ they were grooming and chatting it up with minors 😭😭😭 WTF bro
hi uhmm, just wanna say i didn't mean to spam likes likeee i thought you weren't active anymore i'm so sorry😭😭😭 i'll just like your ml and done
Don't worry about it lol! I get spammed quite a bit, because I have hundreds of posts. [Right now it's Leon posts and surprisingly my Mike Wheeler stuff] I'm not super active on this blog, so again, don't fret about it. It's bound to happen when you have multiple posts about the same characters lol
You can spam all you want, my notifications still are high cause I also have like multiple other secondary blogs on this account and a few are also kind of popular
By any chance you watched Goat 2026 movie? Or plan to watch it?
I'm not sure tbh. I know it has Caleb Mclaughlin in it, but the premise in the movie kinda seems... well overused and stupid? But IDK, I'm just being judgemental. I see it has good reviews, so it's possible I'll watch it
Summary: This yellow triangle demon won't leave you alone for whatever reason
Tw: Death, violence
[Just something stupid, cause I'm working up writing for more GF stuff on other accounts/quotev]
It was during the summer before your 2nd year of college. You had decided to stay on campus instead of going back home states away and thankfully the school allowed that. Honestly, you were also hoping to get ahead.
So, since you were trying to get ahead, you spent a majority of your time in the library. That's when you found the book- One about interdimensional worlds and the demons that haunt them.
You giggled to yourself, flipping through the book, quickly skipping past the gory stuff. That's when you see a page about a dream demon. What an odd thing. What even is a dream demon? Like Freddy Kruger? Those things aren't even real: Who writes stuff like this? You now view the page a bit more to see multiple symbols from a language you're not to familiar with.
You decide to sit down and examine the page some more. You stupidly figure out what it was and read it out loud like an idiot. That's when everything freezes and suddenly you're face to face with a fucking yellow triangle.
He's just as confused as you. Who the hell are you? He looks down and sees the book and is slightly impressed that you figured out the language.
He tries spiking up a deal with you. You obviously don't take it. He tries to lighten up your rejection with jokes. What you didn't realize was that by saying those words, you have let him into your world and you have to force him out. The problem? You don't know how.
You get real sick of him following you around all the time. He thinks you're just adorable. He is actually enamored with you, which surprises him because he hates human. You're different though.
He tries to get you to like him, but you don't want anything to do with the demon. He's not thrilled about it, but he keeps trying. He actually gives you more chances than anyone else and at first he's not exactly sure why, but he soon realizes that he likes you.
He likes the dynamic between himself and you. You're so fun to talk to and play with. You're just perfect- He's quick to separate from you and you finally breath a sigh of relief. Though don't get used to it, because he realizes he still needs to see you to get his fix, so he's always watching.
He gets jealous very fast and easily; Talking to a professor? Well, watch his head explode and then come back together. It must have been an illusion. Oh, going to study with friends? Car crash; All dead. You for a moment wonder if you're losing your mind with all these terrible things happening to the friends around you.
Bill doesn't want to torment you. It's just not something he enjoys doing to you. He wants you to watch as he torments other people. He wants you to be happy with him. It's such an odd feeling for him, but he doesn't entirely hate it.
So, as you're losing it, he finally comes back and that's when you realize everything has been his fault. The only difference now is that he's not letting you get away. You're going to make a deal whether you like it or not. You're never leaving- Not even death can pry you from Bill's cold, sadistic hands.
Here are multiple Gravity Falls x reader ideas I kind of have (Under the cut); Just spitballing to see if anyone people would like them(These would either get posted on Quotev or AO3 [Probably Quotev])
These are all kind of slow burns (Also, heads up. They’re written in long paragraphs) I’m also not really sure if anyone is even still into Gravity Falls
Dipper Pines x Reader- Not long after finding the infamous ‘Book 3’ Dipper accidentally loses it in town. (Note: The book is written in secret symbols) Reader finds it and is able to figure out most of the symbol corresponding to English letters. When Dipper goes back into town trying to find it, he spots reader and tells them it’s his book. Reader is disappointed, but hands the book back. Dipper is shocked to see most of the book is translated and asks the reader how they did it. They go on a whole rampage about how they figured it out and Dipper quickly realized Reader is intelligent and asks to hang out. They quickly become friends, much to both of their delights, as they are both kind of outcasts. Reader was aware of Mabel’s existence, but never approached her, as Mabel is too eccentric for the reader. The story continues, but also contains the friendship that slowly grows between Reader and Dipper. He develops feelings much later but is in denial abt it.
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College! Ford x College! Reader/ Old! Stan x Old! Reader- The story begins with Reader in California and she’s a surfing god; She’s incredible and is praised for it constantly. She gets a scholarship to go to Hawaii for Marine Biology, but her boyfriend convinces her to not take it and marry him in California. He leaves her at the alter and it is too late for her to take the scholarship, so she settles for BMU. That’s where she meets both Fiddleford and Stanford. She ends up in a similar major, even though she is barely passing. Fiddleford has a camcorder and record many of their interactions (Note: Bring up later when the twins find the tapes in Ford’s old room that reader accidentally left when Fiddleford’s ex wife gave them to her in the divorce since she didn’t want them and Fiddleford was in no position to keep them) It shows a close knitted relationship between the three and Ford seems to have feelings for reader, but he never really tells her. She gets upset when he becomes close with the demon bill. Though, they’re both her friends, so she ends up going with them to Gravity Falls, as there’s not much for her and she wants to stick close to the only friends she has; Many people are pretty nasty to her out of jealousy. She meets Fiddlefords soon to be wife while jogging and they become friends and Reader introduces the two and they hit it off. When they get married, reader is a little pissy but happy none the less. Stanford can’t help but wish you and him had something like that but he slowly feels like he’s losing himself. You both get into a fight one day and you leave but come back later to apologize, only to find some other guy who kind of looks like ford answer the door. There’s some back and forth before the guy (Stanley as he tells you. Fords twin brother) lets you in and explains everything. You agree to help him rebuild the machine, but only because you have the resources to get the parts. It then goes into Stanley and Y/n working together and the growing of The Mystery Shack before the kids arrive and then the story takes off into mostly canon.
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Stanley x Reader- Reader died a long time ago and was brought back when Bill came back to the living realm because she had trapped him a long time ago. She finds Ford and tries to convince him to stop with Bill, but it’s to late and when he gets accidentally sucked by the dimensional machine, reader stays to help Stan rebuild it so she can finally end Bill’s terror once and for all. (Reader doesn’t age, due to Bill cursing her before imprisonment. Permanently stuck at her death age 20-25) (Had this kind of idea for nearly 2 years)
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(Brief)Stanford x Reader/Stanley x Reader- (similar idea to above) Readers dad made a deal with bill a long time ago and became cursed into a monster and reader is forced to try and help her father. Again, she is also stuck at the same age (20’s); Though she later kills him and when she does, she starts aging again- (He tried to hurt the kids). She meets Ford very briefly in his final years in college and helps him, because she thinks he can help her. Canon happens
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Professor! Stanford Pines x Reader- Self explanatory. No real ideas; but want him to be kinda mean, taboo and older man x younger woman. She’s really smart and he admires that and is enamored with her
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Monster Falls AU- unsure of a story idea, but really want to write something with this universe.
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I want all of these to be kind of slow burn and it’s possibly some of these might take an obsessive/possessive/Yandere route. Also it’s mostly Stanley x Reader and brief moments of Stanford x Reader. These are just kind of ideas bouncing in my head in the moment- I’m sure I’ll think of so much more to do, because I love most of the characters so much and just want to write for them. I’d love feedback or any commentary.
idk if my other request sent or not bcs my internet is so shit but if u still write for Ziggy katz then can you write yandere hcs for him pretty plssss🫣🤞
Summary: You're just trying to go to school, not deal with some emotionally stunted, immature, bratty manchild
Pt II: The Girl of my Dreams
Starting a new school was hard, especially when you just lost a parent. You couldn't imagine losing both of them at the same time. With that being said though, as you peak through the books on the shelf, you can't help the grimace on your face when you stare at the curly black-haired loser.
He had at one point been normal, but the summer before freshman year something must have happened- like besides losing his parents- because he changed. Like off. You weren't sure what it was, but honestly you just wanted to get out of this hellhole.
"Ms. L/n?"
You nearly jump out of your skin when hearing your name. You turn around only to be met with the headmaster, who was giving you a very harsh glare.
"Stalking other students is strictly prohibited, you should know better."
"I'm not stalking anyone, Headmaster. I was trying to see if I could read the book titles from here. I'm worried my vision is getting worse." It was a terrible lie, but he thankfully didn't call you out.
"You know, people have been treating Mr. Fairchild a little differently since the accident. I know things are hard for him. In fact, I was hoping you could maybe help him navigate these complicated emotions."
You give him a look of disbelief. "Excuse me?"
"I just assumed, because you also lost a parent, maybe you could bond."
"Right, trauma bonding between young peers, sounds great and not like it would end badly-"
"I'm glad you agree," He quickly cuts you off, before dragging you towards Miles.
"Mr. Fairchild." The headmaster puts his hand on the table, making Miles look up at him, completely ignoring you. The headmaster gestures towards you, which leads the boys eyes towards you. "This is Ms. Y/n L/n. I'm sure you're acquainted as I know you share homeroom-"
"We share a lot of classes."
The headmaster was caught a little off guard at being interrupted, but coughs in his hands before continuing. "Okay. That's good. Actually. I understand you have both been put under similar circumstances. With the losses and all... I was hoping maybe you two could-" He slightly pushes you towards the chair opposite of Miles. "bond over that."
"What? Are you serious?" Miles then looks to you. "Is he serious?"
"Great, you're already talking. I'll leave you to it."
You both watch as he takes off, nearly simultaneously not believing what was happening.
You don't even realize that she has feelings for you. She acts the same around you as she does everyone else, with disgust. Hell, you didn't even realize she considered you a friend, if anything, you thought she hated you.
Honestly, she's trying to get better. She tries to have conversations with you, because that's what Enid tells her she needs to do, but she finds it so hard. She can't help her crude and dark manner. She's not sure if you dislike her personality or just her appearance.
On the plus side, you're never getting bullied. Wednesday thinks these people should consider themselves lucky to even be near you, much less speak to you. She'll handle it if she ever sees you crying [And she ALWAYS knows]
You can always feel her staring at you and honestly it creeps you out. You want to say something to her, but honestly she scared you. So, instead you go to her roommate.
She laughs you off, saying 'That's just Wednesday' and 'don't worry about it.' It didn't help you at all; But, you did see Enid scolding Wednesday in the halls the other day, you wonder if what you said has anything to do with it.
Everytime Wednesday is around you, it seems as though it's torture for her, at least in your perspective. Though, that couldn't be further from the truth. Inside, she's practically jumping with joy.
You're the first person she's ever felt this way for, so she's just not sure to act. But, over time she will figure it out. In fact, you're the first person she's hugged and shown affection too. You think it's just the work of Enid.
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