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multidimensionimagines · 9 months ago

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Alright, first part is officially finished! A request sent to me by a wonderful user that will be tagged. In the meantime, here is part 1 of

Sweater Weather (part 1)

part 2

Summary: you borrow Ford’s sweater when it gets cold

content warnings: fluff, smut, reader is fem/afab and uses she/her pronouns, minors do not interact!

Gravity Falls wasn’t a sunny paradise. Despite what the brochures and fake marketing wanted you to believe. Sure the summers there were nice. After all, living in Oregon meant getting a perfect balance of each of the seasons as they came. So, that meant hot, sunny summers and cold, bitter winters.

You did not take this into account when you first moved to Gravity Falls two years ago. Sure, you had some sweaters and pants good enough for the colder months, and you would think that living in the same place for two years would warrant you enough time to go shopping to acquire a proper wardrobe. But you, special as you were, had an extraordinary knack for forgetting things- giving your needs the old ‘eh, I’ll do it tomorrow’ and the next thing you know, winter had passed with you surviving on the tattered blankets and fireplace in your home.

Now was the end of fall, the day after Halloween- not to be confused with the iconic Gravity Falls tradition of Summerween- and while it had been chillier out it was now getting dangerously into nipping cold territory. And your boyfriend, as practical as he was, has not stopped having to remind you.

“Dear, don’t you think you’ll be cold going out in.. that?”

You paused, looking over your shoulder at him. He quickly stiffened.

“N-not that, I’m trying to tell you what to wear. I-I would never-! You’re free to dress how you wish I’m just..” he awkwardly cleared his throat. “worried.”

You chuckled, pulling on your lightweight cardigan over your top. “I know you wouldn’t. I’ll go shopping tomorrow, okay?”

You reassured him softly, walking up to give him a kiss on the cheek. He smiled shyly, rubbing the back of his neck.

“You’ve been saying that everyday since October 5th.”

You rolled your eyes and grinned, shoving your hands in your pockets. “Psh, oh come on, there’s no way I’ve been saying it every day-“

Ford reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a little booklet, one of those pocket colanders and flipped to the page with the current month, or well, month that just passed yesterday on it.

“Actually you have, I’ve been keeping track to see when you would actually follow through on your word.”

He explained somewhat smugly before tucking it back into his pocket, revealing your annoyed but.. slightly impressed face. Of course, only the Stanford Pines would keep track of something like that.

You gave him a look but he wouldn’t put away that stupid (cute) grin on his face and brushed past him towards the front door of the Mystery Shack. You and Soos were all going out to get some food shopping done since the kitchen was ransacked by vengeful gnomes yesterday when Stan refused to give any of them candy.

“Bein’ freakishly short and wearing dumb hats all year round doesn’t make you eligible now scram!”

Soos came out from the staff room having finished putting away the rest of the cheap Halloween decorations that were more than halfway from falling apart, but of course, your boss refused to buy any new ones till they were ‘as old as he and his brother’ which you found humorous.

Dusting his hands off each other with a proud smile, Soos closed the door behind him and sighed. “Huh, there, that ought to do it! Oh hey other Mr Pines!” He beamed and waved at Ford, seeming surprised but pleased to see him out in the open. Ford awkwardly shuffled his feet and returned his wave with a small smile.

“Ah.. Greetings, Soos. And, please, you can call me Ford, it’s a lot less formal don’t you think?”

“Oh no way dude. I respect you and Mr Pines wayyyy too much to do that.” Soos stated in a somewhat more serious tone, crossing a hand in front of him.

Ford chuckled, both amused and flattered that he thought that highly of him and his brother. “Very well then.” He shrugged, watching as Soos joined you, who had their hand on the knob as you waited semi-paitently at the front door.

“You ready to rock and roll dude?” He asked, twirling his keys around his finger.

You nodded. “Uh huh!” You turned your head back to Ford “see ya in a bit, sweetie!”

Ford smiled and returned your wave as you closed the door behind you and Soos. Even though you and Ford had been together for a good few months now, he still got a bit giddy at the feeling of you calling him sweet pet names like that. He wasn’t all that used to having someone consistently dote on him in that way, plus, you just made him weak in the knees. No matter what you did. He found you absolutely irresistible. He sighed, shaking off his wandering thoughts and opened the vending machine door, as he had important business to attend to down in his lab today. And he didn’t want any distractions whatsoever.

A little while after, Ford was tinkering away in his lab, experimenting with a new device he had been drafting blueprints for, and keeping notes on what seemed to work.

“Hm… fascinating..” he hummed to himself, a pleased smirk spread across his face as he ran another successful test. He was pulled quickly from his thoughts when there was a knock at the door, but didn’t cease writing.

“Yes, come in!” He called, eyes not tearing away from the his journal pages.

From the other side of the door, you smiled of relief. Happy to hear your boyfriend’s voice after a long day, even though it was mostly shopping, it wasn’t like it was any fun shopping. You gently and carefully opened the door to his workshop, always making sure to be cautious in your step when doing so since you never could really predict what kind of strange anomaly or new device that would be coming your way. Thankfully today however, it was just a few pieces of forest crystals that sat at his desk beside his furiously writing hand. You cleared your throat and approached behind him, standing with your hands clasped in front of your lap.

Ford hummed curiously, looking back over his shoulder and instantly brightening when he saw it was you. “Ah! Greetings, my dear! How was your excursion with Jésus?”

You giggled. “It’s just Soos. And it was great! We got everything on our list and then some… I also got you something~” you rocked back on your heels as a playful tone rang in your voice to which he perked up. Ford turned his body now towards you, resting one hand on his knee and tilting his head to one side inquiringly.

“Really?”

You nodded, reaching into your pocket to reveal a small white cloth bag which had a label in black cursive on them that read ‘Old Timey Style Jelly Beans’.

Ford chuckled and took the bag from you, prying it open with his two index fingers and peering inside. “Thank you, my dear. Although, you really didn’t have to get me anything.” He said, glancing back up at you through his glasses.

You shook your head. “I always have to get you something! I like doing it, it’s nice to see your face when I come home with something for you! Besides, you hardly ever leave here as it is, I might as well do all your shopping at this point.” You insisted, resting a hand on Ford’s shoulder to steady yourself as you took a seat on his lap, taking advantage of the openness of his current leg position. He grew shy, smiling and looking away from you with a soft blush in his cheeks.

“Ah… yes, well.. um..” he cleared his throat “thank you.” He snuck a hand around your waist to keep you upright on him, bringing his head back up to face you so that you could properly see him. You peered over his shoulder to look at his desk, eyeing the new paragraphs of cursive that filled journal number four.

“What’cha working on?” You chirped. Ford beamed.

“Ah! I’m glad you asked!” He swiveled around in his chair, keeping hold of you in his lap and setting the jellybeans aside. “I’m testing a new invention of mine that I’ve had in the works for a while. I just didn’t have the pieces to do it until now…”

as he rambled on, explaining his newest discovery, you couldn’t help but accidentally tune out his words, sure you were listening, you could hear him talking, but your processing gears were occupied by the gleam in his eyes and the added crinkles that formed around them when he smiled in the excitement of explaining something to you. You let out an internal, dreamy sigh as you focused on the way his one hand was gesturing to all the different things on his desk and how the other gripped your waist so comfortingly. His rough, gorgeous hands…

“Dear, are you alright?”

Your breath hitched, you blinked and looked at him as a slow blush began to creep onto your face. “O-oh! Yeah um.. sorry you just… look really cute when you’re explaining your.. science-y.. stuff..” you admitted sheepishly, feeling kinda bad that you didn’t catch most of what he said.

Ford felt a little taken aback by the sudden onset of adoration, not that he minded it one bit. He just wasn’t used to it, a few months of being with someone so intimately wasn’t nearly enough time to get used to 60 ish years of barely experiencing it at all. He chuckled slightly, bringing his other hand to wrap in front of your torso, now encircling you in a cocoon of his arms.

“I-it’s quite alright, I wouldn’t have expected you to understand even if you were listening.”

He said with the utmost affection and sincerity. The words alone coming out of his mouth didn’t always sound too flattering, but they were hardly ever out of malice, especially not when it came to you. You had been learning to both deal with, and let him know when to not say anything. But right now you giggled and brushed it off, knowing exactly what he meant.

You two had a brief moment of looking into each others eyes, taking in each others soft gaze on the other. Ford had such deep, beautiful brown eyes that reminded you of the very forests that he explored so much. And you, oh, Ford could fill more than 10 journals dedicated to the sheer remarkable beauty of yours. He still couldn’t believe that in all the dimensions, all the universes, all the galaxies and all the stars in the sky that you chose to be his. And he was forever grateful for it. You both seemed to have the same idea as you leaned in closer, inching forward to gradually meet each others lips. Ford hummed and closed his eyes, the stiffness in his shoulders he didn’t even know he was holding dropped. He gripped your waist tighter and subconsciously pulled you in closer to him and you brought your hands up to his face, cupping and caressing each cheek and running your fingers along his faint stubble. Ford was still a bit of an awkward and clumsy kisser, but you were more than happy to give him as many practice opportunities as he needed. You felt a shiver run up your spine as his thumbs began to rub into the divets of your flesh, as well as the cool air of the lab hitting your skin through your thin cardigan.

“Mmm… dear..?” Ford mumbled against your lips, gently pulling you away. Your face was revealed to him in a slight pout, which he thought was adorable. But this was no time for him to swoon, he had a pressing question he almost forgot to ask you. “Did you remember to pick up something suitable for the cold?”

Your eyes widened. Oh, shoot. That’s what you forgot.

“Uhhhh…” you squinted, looking to the side to avoid his now disappointed stare. Ford grumbled. “Okay, I forgot! Ugh..” you groaned, throwing your head back.

Ford sighed and pulled your sweater sleeve up, revealing the goosebumps that littered your arm. “Darling, look at you, you’re freezing. You should get into something warmer.” He pressed, now sounding more like a worried mother than anything. You got up off his lap. “Yeah, I didn’t wanna say anything because I was hoping you wouldn’t notice but, your lab is fucking freezing.” You shivered, bringing your hands up to your forearms in a pathetic attempt to shield them. Ford chuckled and shook his head, waving you off.

“Go on, take your time, I’ll be here all evening.”

#no beta we die like men #gravity falls x reader #reader insert #stanford pines headcanons #stanford pines x reader #stanford pines x you #ford x reader #ford pines x reader #stanford x reader #stanford pines #gravity falls #soos ramirez #stanley pines #ugh I haven’t posted my writing in a long time I hope this is good

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catusawa · 24 days ago

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this is just a joke about pet names.

let's talk about stan and his terrible flirt with women. seriously guys, he immediately turns into the awkward teenager he was years ago! if he really likes a woman, acting normal is really hard for him. life hasn't made his character any sweeter after all.

but i think as stan and josie got closer, he would start to unintentionally use different pet names, while josie would just call him by his name...

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greenandsorrow · 5 months ago

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Hiii, I would like Stanley with his teenage kid please! Can you please write his teenage kid really worried about Stan’s well-being because of how old he is? (ㅅ´ ˘ `) The kid’s thoughts are like “Wait dad’s old enough to be my grandpa…WAIT old people have health problems, what if dad dies while I’m still young?!”

For this idea I actually searched up people’s experiences growing up with old parents

Time.

Stanley Pines with his teenage child

-> mentions of death & grief, nostalgia & romanticised past, parent x child, platonic love, hurt & comfort, no use of y/n, gn!reader, I shed a couple tears writing this so let me know if you also did while reading it

-> I didn't grow up with old parents but my dad has cancer, so I definitely get the fear of losing my dad "before his time", or before it's "expected" to have to part with him.

You had always been aware of it.

You had always known he was old.

Not old old though, like shaky hands and forgetting the route to the grocery store, but old enough that his hair had surrendered to gray long before any of your friends' dads had even thought about it.

His laugh lines were carved deep, like roads on a map, stories etched into his skin. It used to be cool, having a dad straight out of an adventure book -someone who had lived.

But then it hit you.

A quiet, creeping thought, like a shadow growing longer at sunset.

Wait. Dad's old enough to be my grandpa.

And suddenly, the map of those lines felt less like stories and more like warnings.

What if-

No, when Stanley got sick? Old people get sick. Hearts stop. Lungs forget how to breathe properly. Brains glitch and falter.

What if he dies while I'm still young? Before graduation. Before you learn how to drive. Before the future stops feeling like a question mark and starts feeling like an answer.

The thought made your chest hurt, sharp and so, so cold, like winter air sucked in too fast.

You watched Stanley more closely now. Noticed the way he rubbed his knees when he stood up, the pause before he laughed -almost like it took more effort these days. Was that new? Had it always been like that?

Stanley didn't notice, of course. He was too busy being himself -loud, stubborn, soft in ways he didn't think anyone saw. But his kid saw. You saw everything.

And at night, when the house was too quiet and the dark felt heavier than usual, you'd curl up like you used to when they were little. Hugging an old sweater that still smelled faintly of tobacco and coffee, pretending it was enough.

You also thought about the past a lot. About days that felt endless -fishing trips, bad jokes, Stan's warm and solid hand, anchoring you to a world that made sense. Back when forever felt real.

Now, forever has an expiration date.

But Stanley is still here. Breathing, laughing, living. So you started saying "I love you" more, even when it feels weird. You hug him tighter, hold on longer. Because time isn't something you can fight. But love? Love is stubborn. Maybe even more stubborn than Stan.

And that is enough. Was enough for a period of time.

♡◍✧⁠*⁠。

It happened on an ordinary day, which somehow made it worse. The kind of day that shouldn't contain anything heavy -only grocery bags, sunlight, homework and the hum of life moving forward.

Stanley grunted as he bent to pick up a box from the porch, his knees popping like they were trying to remind him of something. He winced, just a little, rubbing his back when he stood. It was quick -barely a flicker of discomfort- but his kid saw it. You always saw it now.

"Hey-" The words shot out before you could stop them, sharp and too loud. "Why didn't you ask me to carry that?"

Stanley squinted, confused. "What? It's just a box of tools. I've carried worse."

"That's not the point!" Your voice cracked, your chest feeling tight.

Stanley frowned, setting the box down with a thud.

"What's your deal, kid? I'm not made of glass."

And that was it. That was the problem.

"You're not, but you're-" you choked out the words, frustration mingling with fear. "You're old, dad."

Silence dropped between you, thick and awkward. Stan blinked, taken aback, like he hadn't really noticed. Like time had crept up on everyone but him.

Your breath hitched, the anger about not taking proper care of himself slipping into something softer and messier.

"You're old and I keep thinking... What if something happens? What if you just… don't wake up one day? What if I come home and you're-"

You couldn't finish. Couldn't say the word. Gone.

Stanley stared for a second more, then sighed, running a hand through his gray hair. He walked over.

"Hey", he said gently. "I'm still here, kiddo."

Well, kiddo, your face crumpled, tears spilling out before you could shove them back down.

"But what if you're not someday? I don't know how to do this without you."

Stan pulled you in, arms wrapping around you like a shield -warm, stubborn. Just like always. His hand rested on the back of your head, rough and steady.

"You don't have to know how" he murmured. "Not yet. I'm not going anywhere. And when I do... 'Cause, yeah, that's how this whole life thing works... you'll still be okay. 'Cause you're my kid. And I didn't raise you to fall apart when I'm gone."

The words didn't fix it. They didn't make the fear vanish. But they helped. A little. Because Stan's heart was still beating under your ear and his arms were still strong around you.

Time would win eventually. But not today.

And today was enough.

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thegrimreaper-probably · 5 months ago

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Headcanon

Gravity Falls x Stanley’s daughter reader

Stan - 100% not planned, probably happened the next town over from Gravity Falls, no clue you existed till your mom handed you over at two and walked off.

He definitely debated on keeping you, was going to give you up but you just reminded him of himself and just how everyone abandoned him and he can’t do that to you.

He has no clue how to be a father. Promises he won’t be his old man. He tries to remember what his mom did for Shermie. He doesn’t buy kid stuff right away, I’d say it’s a week of you wearing baggie t-shirts and him realizing he needs clothes.

If you have traits that are like Ford’s he pretends to be fine but cries about it later on. If you have six fingers like Ford he pretends to not acknowledge it. If one day you get bullied for it or are insecure he gives a poor prep speech, if it doesn’t work he very poorly talks about how “he” had the same issue (really just talking about Ford).

You definitely help him scam people, babies are just too cute and people get distracted. If he gets caught stealing he pulls a, oh I didn’t see the kid grab it, my bad. He dresses you up to be attractions like how Dipper was “The preteen wolf boy.”

I feel like you’d be like Bart Simpson, just better. Stan definitely is more paranoid with you, definitely tells you not to go in the woods, or whatever else. Do you listen? No, because you got double dog dared to go into the woods, and you’re not a nerdy wimp. Then Stan repeats something or does something his father would do. Instantly regrets it but doesn’t know how to apologize. Probably buys you something or gets you something you like, his way of saying sorry.

Soos - he’s like your brother.

You two do stupid shit together all the time. You and him read comic together but you told him you’d beat him up if he told anyone.

For his birthday you typically get him something crappy but when you find out about his dad you get him the best gift ever. You’re not very emotional because, hello? Your dad sucks at it so do you. But you might mention how your mom sucks to and he doesn’t need his dad, he can use yours. Or something less emotional but still awkward and sweet.

You do bully him but in an older sibling way. You love his grandma and she has now adopted you as her own grandkid.

Mabel- you and her do arts and crafts together.

I would think the relationship is more similar to Pacifica and Mabel. You don’t bully Mabel for her silliness you couldn’t care less, I’d say you’re softer to Mabel like you are to Soos.

You actually don’t mind bringing her places because you’re still very childish. You do not like how girly she is. You make fun of that, and that’s really ever it.

If she makes you something you won’t openly be happy but later on Stan would catch you smiling at it.

When she realize she doesn’t want to grow up, Dipper would reference how you don’t do anything the typical adult does, or how immature you are. It doesn’t really work but if you are there you punch him.

Dipper - you two hate each other. If you have six fingers he originally thought you wrote the journal but then you did something stupid and he crossed you off the list.

You also bully him, and you refuse to call him his real name. Nerd, dork, fart face, sweaty, other lame names.

He doesn’t want to include you in the mystery of Gravity Falls, but Soos isn’t the brightest, Wendy is a no, Stan denies things, so that leaves you. That or you stole the book and made fun of it, he proves it true because his ego can’t let that go.

You do at least help him with Robbie. Is it because you hate Robbie and just wanna make his life shit? Or because you do care about Dipper and only you can make fun of Dipper? Only Stan knows and like hell he’s gonna blab.

If you get the book that tells you how to summon Bill, you do it. Which leads to-

Bill- Your Uncle’s ex.

Either you’re too much like your dad and know no one does anything for free.

“Hey there Slingshot! Want a new skateboard?” Bill says dressed as a very bad attempt of Tony Hawk.

“Why are you being nice to me?” You say holding your now broken skateboard.

“Okay, fine, I’m a talking triangle. I’m the symbol on the back of money! You’d like money right?” Bill now turns into himself.

“Yeah?”

“All you gotta do is shake my hand-.”

“Why’d you lie to me before?”

Or somehow you have the book, Bill’s trying to get it but so is Dipper. So either you can throw it to Dipper or Bill.

“Come on Slingshot, hand me the book.”

“What’s in it for me?”

“Y/n No!” Dipper yells at you.

“I’ll give you all the money in my pocket.”

“That depends how much money are we talking about?”

“62 cents.”

“I’ll take the money.”

“Y/n?!” Dipper panics, and Mabel then sprays Bill in the eye with hair spray. (I picked slingshot as your symbol because when I think of Bart I think of slingshot and skateboarding. Feel free to change it)

Ford- you two don’t get along.

When Ford gets out of the portals and jumps Stan you join in. You punch Ford in the face, once the fight is over you stand in front of your dad to block him.

If you have six fingers he notices it and he smiles a bit. He slightly panics and thinks you’re his, which was stupid, man hasn’t touched a woman.

(Next parts kinda sad, if you wanna skip it)

After that you don’t try to connect and neither does he. When he says that you guys will have to leave after the summer, you start scamming people more. You start to sell your stuff to make some cash. You don’t tell Stan but once he realizes what you’re doing he stops you. Well, not from scamming, just from selling your stuff. He probably cons them back or something. Says not to worry.

Once Dipper gets past Ford’s walls, you still hate Ford. You make it known, you refuse to call him your uncle and just call him names. Dipper tells Ford you’re just like that. Mabel tells him it’s because he did something to upset you. Once Stan and Ford start to get better, you do the same.

Ford sees you as Stan before everything happened. He isn’t sure how to connect with you but he knows that little Stan would’ve loved to hear the journey he’s been on. So he starts with that, just short tales. Once he sees you have a slingshot or a skateboard he tries to invent something more advanced for you, or at least makes blue prints.

You’re into art so he shows you some of his art and you do the same. You have redrawn some of his art that’s in the journals.

But the moment things go wrong you go back to being on Stan’s side, everything that you two have done is basically gone to you. So after everything that happens you don’t forgive him.

When Stan forgets everything you cry, and it was the first time the twins, Ford, and even Soos, have seen you cry. Stan hugs you but it’s not the same, it’s not a father’s hug it’s a pity hug. You cry harder, you apologize to Stan, about everything and anything, you didn’t do anything to cause this, you know that.

Soos actually holds you afterwards, he’s crying too. You shut the twins and Ford out. You get it wasn’t their fault but you blame them anyways. The what ifs just keep playing in your head. When they try to jog Stan memory, you pull out a box. It’s full of photos, drawings, your first skateboard, baby stuff, the works. You’re crying and stuttering as you explain it to him.

Everything works out at the end. You bring Ford to Bill’s statue and vandalize it. You and Stan catch up on tv together. You give Mabel a drawling you made, it’s of her, Waddles, and you. She adds it to her scrapbook, you also give her a slingshot. You give Dipper a silly picture of you and Soos, with a note on the back you wrote. Soos and you run the mystery shack together.

(Sorry I like basically erased Wendy, I just couldn’t think of anything)

#gravity falls #gravity falls x reader #ford pines x reader #platonic #stan pines x reader #daughter reader #dipper and mabel #soos ramirez #headcanon #dipper pines #mabel pines #dad stan pines #lalalala

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by-wronged-hands · 11 months ago

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Current obsession is Gravity Falls, so any requests are more than welcome…I’ll write one either way.

#gravity falls #stanford pines #stanley pines #dipper pines #mabel pines #soos ramirez #x male reader #x gn reader

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nightfang22 · 11 months ago

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Not the Gravity Falls obsession coming in full swing to distract me from reality whaaaaaa?

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multi-fandom-imagine · 8 months ago

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If you don't mind could I please get a drabble about a Soos with a very motherly girlfriend?

A/n:Soos deserves everything!!!

Soos's never thought this would happen, to be with such a perfect woman like yourself. He didn't even understand...maybe he really did have good luck or maybe he should listen to Mabel more often.

"Hehe...you don't gotta do this y know! It's no trouble really."

Wrinkling your nose, you glanced over your shoulder giving him a bright smile as you finished off the pizza before putting it in the oven. "But I like cooking for you Soos."

"You should totally open a pizza place..it smells amazing dude."

Biting back a snort you dusted off the four then pinched his cheek. "I'm not smart enough-."

Grabbing your shoulders, Soos looked you straight in the eyes. His head then resting against yours for a moment. "Don't ever say that! You're like the smartest person I know! Look at all the stuff you can do." He stated pulling you into his chest.

"You're an amazing cook, you even mend my clothes when something happens to them."

Relaxing into his chest, your lips twitching into a smile. He always knew the right things to say to make your heart flutter.

"Annd the most important thing is that my family loves you." His cheek nuzzling into yours.

#soos ramirez #gravity falls soos #soos ramirez x reader #gf soos #gravity falls x reader #gravity falls x you #blurbs #blurb

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deadgurlfilmz · 11 months ago

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I rlly want to write a gravity falls fic. Here is my plan.

Ford x platonic!teenage!reader

Same dynamic as ford and dipper (but the fic takes place after summer so dipper is back in California)

Summary- reader and their friends go snooping in the ‘scary’ part of the forest. They find the stone version of Bill.

And they think it’s cool. Long story short they go home to find the book of bill on their bed. Although it spooks them out they read it. They see the stuff about Ford and realises they have seen Fords face somewhere eventually she links it back to ‘the mystery shack’ she confronts ford explaining the mysterious book and they basically team up and research Bill. I don’t really have that many ideas about the ending but I’m thinking of brining dipper and Mabel into it they will be late teenagers probably 16-17. Reader is the same age.

Does anyone like this idea? And if I write the series would anyone read it? Lol just let me know :)

#gravity falls #stanford pines #ford pines #ford x reader #gravity falls stanford #Stanford pines x reader #dipper pines #mabel pines #stanly pines #soos ramirez #wendy corduroy #mystery shack #gravity falls fic

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h4unted-d4rling · 10 months ago

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What seat are you taking?

I’m picking three. I need to shoot my shot with that damn triangle

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cosmeticbae · 3 months ago

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just ignore the lighting mistake I made 🧍‍♀️

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dontmentionitseriously · 2 months ago

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𝙿𝚊𝚕𝚖 𝙻𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙿𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙽𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚜 (𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚃𝚠𝚘)

~☆☆☆~

Part one

Pairing: Dipper Pines x Female Reader

Word Count: 3k

Summary: After meeting the twins, they befriend you and show you around town.

Warnings: Some light cursing, tooth-rotting dorky fluff.

~☆☆☆~

“WHICH ONE OF THESE IS THE TRAPDOOR?!”

-Stan Pines, Dreamscapers

‘Welp.’

‘Better say my goodbyes now, ‘cause I think I’m going to die of embarrassment.’ You dramatically thought to yourself, currently untangling yourself from the stranger and pushing up from the pavement.

You dusted yourself off before looking up (or rather, down) at the person you ran into, realizing they were still on the ground. He was looking up at you with wide eyes and a slightly skewed hat, blinking deliberately, as if trying to clear his vision. You wondered if you had maybe knocked his glasses off, and started to glance around him for any sign of the hypothetical spectacles. Nope, not there.

After a very awkward moment of silence, you cleared your throat and quickly offered him a hand, remembering your manners.

“I’m so sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going,” You apologized nervously, frowning just a tad when he didn’t take your hand to stand up. Maybe he was a germaphobe…?

“That’s alright–” His voice cracked, and he cleared his throat, his cheeks understandably reddening. “ Ahem– I mean, that’s okay, I wasn’t either,” He finished his reply just as awkwardly, giving a slightly-high-pitched nervous chuckle that was criminally adorable.

‘ Fuck, things like that shouldn’t be allowed!’ You thought, hoping as well that your cheeks weren’t flushed.

“Ha, I guess we both have to be more careful, then…” You joked lightly, returning his laugh.

He smiled, rubbing his arm for a moment as if considering something. Then, kind of spasmodically, he held out his hand to you to shake. (So…not a germaphobe?)

“I’m Dipper, by the way. Dipper Pines,” He added, smiling as he straightened his tattered hat with his free hand.

You shook the offered one. It was a tad sweaty and calloused, but it was oddly endearing to you…it fit his personality. Your hands lingered for a split second longer than necessary, as if they had minds of their own. This caused both your eyes to widen subtly and jerk your arms away, eyes avoiding each other.

“(Y/N). (Y/N) (L/N).” You responded, finally looking at him again. You smiled at each other for a nice second, before–

“Oh, that’s such a pretty name!” Emerged a voice behind Dipper, and the two of you jumped in surprise.

A girl stepped out from the shadows, wearing a hot pink sweater and a big grin. Her hair was long, almost passing the purple skirt she had on. She also had strikingly similar features to the boy in front of you, leading you to believe they were siblings, maybe even twins.

“Oh, um…thanks,” You felt your embarrassment return, signaled by warmth in your face.

“Mabel, please don’t tell me you were watching that whole interaction,” He whispered exasperatedly to his presumed sister, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Whaaat? Pfft, me ? I would never,” She lied very unconvincingly, lightly shoving his arm and rolling her eyes, making him do the same.

“Sorry about her, she’s mentally ill,” He joked to you, trying not to weird you out.

“Hey, shut it, Dipstick! I’m not a loony!” She said indignantly, folding her arms. You couldn’t help but giggle at her funny vocabulary.

“Siblings, I take it?” You mused, getting to be a bit more comfortable now. Ironically, the girl’s loud nature made you feel at ease.

“Twins,” They replied in perfect sync, very much to your amusement.

“That’s awesome,” You said with a little laugh, which made Dipper internally scream at a frequency only dogs would be able to hear.

Fortunately for him, you didn’t catch his brilliant complexion, being too preoccupied with shaking Mabel’s hand.

“I’m Mabel, but you can call me your best friend,” She winked at you as she introduced herself, and you found yourself laughing again. She was growing quickly on you.

“Nice to meet you too,” You responded.

“So, are you a tourist, or just passing through?” She asked, effortlessly keeping the conversation rolling.

“I’m spending the summer here,” You replied, shrugging.

“No way, we come up here every year! How come we’ve never seen you around before?” She inquired curiously.

“It’s actually my first time here. I don’t even know where anything is,” You explained, and her smile only grew as she nodded in understanding.

“I see. Well, we’ll just have to show you around, won’t we, Dip?” She grinned, nudging her brother’s elbow with hers.

“Thanks, but you really don’t have to, I’m sure you’re busy–”

“Oh, nonsense!” She interrupted, waving you off. ��We’d love to, wouldn’t we, Dipper? Dipper?” She repeated in a hiss to him when he didn’t respond.

Dipper, who had been staring at the ground instead of at you with his hands shoved into his jean pockets, finally looked up.

“What? Oh, yeah, sure.” He agreed, his voice much quieter than his sister’s. You caught yourself admiring him for a moment and mentally berated yourself for it.

“Ha, well, I guess I can’t say no now,” You smiled past your reddish cheeks. At least they couldn’t read your mind.

“Great! Where do you wanna go first? We have a library, a diner, an arcade, a saloon,” Mabel listed off on her fingers, causing her flowy sweater sleeves to wave about.

“Hmm, the arcade sounds fun…and the library, too,” You suggested, since those seemed to be the most agreeable options.

“The arcade is a little ways from the diner, and the library is by the town hall,” Dipper spoke up again, absentmindedly kicking the dirt with his worn running shoe.

You nodded. After a bit more discussion, you all decided to go to the arcade, stop by the gas station for a snack, then hit the Mystery Shack, of which you learned they stayed at during the holidays since their great uncles ran it. The poor library was forgotten about.

On the way to the arcade, you also learned that Mabel was a great conversationalist and very easy to get along with, and by proxy that Dipper used to have something of an obsession with the paranormal and solving mysteries, which Gravity Falls apparently had an abundance of.

To Dipper’s slight discontent, you were talking more to his sister than to him, but he supposed that was normal, since he was basically socially inept compared to her. It also didn’t help that his awkwardness around pretty girls like you had kind of totally brutally murdered any chances of him being able to attempt to flirt with you later on. So instead he decided to just try not to mess things up.

You, of course, were completely unsuspecting of his inner turmoil, and were presently making instant friends with Mabel.

“Oh my God, no way! You listened to &NDRA too? ” You practically squealed, an expression of pure excitement on your face.

“I was obsessed with her a couple years ago!” She admitted through giggles.

“I honestly think we might’ve had the same childhood or something,” You joked, shaking your head.

“Probably,” She agreed, and before you knew it, you three were approaching the front doors of the arcade.

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The games there, although bootleg and half-way functional, were fun. Maybe it was more enjoyable solely because of your new friends, but it didn’t matter to you. You were just glad to have some friendly faces in this town. It also wasn’t totally bothersome that Dipper was, in your opinion, kind of nice to look at. Not that you’d ever admit it to any living or deceased soul.

It also turned out that he happened to be a master at Fight Fighters, like you, and you even ended up losing a couple more games against him than you won.

“Oh, get fucked, McSkirmish!” You yelled at the video game screen, slamming your hand on the buttons as both twins cracked up. Normally, you wouldn’t let your sailor’s tongue fly off the handle like this, but this was your fourth loss in a row and it was honestly getting humiliating.

“One more game,” You told Dipper stubbornly, pulling another quarter out of your bag.

“You sure? I’ll probably just beat you again,” He replied in a joke-cocky tone, cracking his knuckles.

“We’ll see about that.” You returned in an equally cocky manner.

Little did you know, that tone of voice you used sent a shiver down his spine, leaving him so flustered that you were able to get a perfect K.O. on him. The adorable double-fist-pump that you did after made it well worth it to him, though.

Once you all had your fill of cheap arcade games, you started the short trek over to the gas station, and you found yourself talking a little more comfortably with Dipper now. It seemed surprising how quickly you became friends with them, but you figured that it was probably due to Mabel’s insane people skills.

She was so lovably weird that it felt like second nature to talk to her. Dipper was also lovably weird, but in more of a dorky, introverted way that made you want to know more about him.

You picked up some Burrito Bites at the gas station, along with a pack of ‘beaver flavored’ bubble gum for your strange candies collection. You also indulged in a blue raspberry Cool-ee at the twins’ recommendation, and you all posed for a selfie with your blue tongues stuck out at Mabel’s phone camera, which she put as your contact photo after she demanded your number.

By the time you had set out for the Mystery Shack, it was already afternoon, and the sun was starting to make its descent. As you passed the post office, you happened to bump into your Aunt Susan (not literally).

“Oh, golly, is it my little (N/N)?” She exclaimed, enveloping you in a big hug.

“Hi, Aunt Susan,” You greeted into her soft, jiggly arms that you always found oddly comforting.

“Oh! And I see you’ve met the Pines twins,” She added, manually lifting her eyelid to wink at Dipper over your shoulder. “Fun!”

“Yeah, they’ve been really nice, they even showed me around town,” You weren’t shy with your gratitude toward them, since you really did feel that they had been awesome to you. You were too busy smiling back at Mabel’s beaming face to see her brother’s bright red cheeks.

“It’s–uh–it’s nothing, really.” He cleared his throat after another voice crack, which you were quickly learning was a common occurrence for him. You couldn’t help but find it endearing.

“Well, I’ll let you youngsters get back to your fun, See you around, (N/N)!” She called as she departed, each of you waving to the other.

“Lazy Susan’s your aunt?” Mabel asked you thoughtfully once the woman was out of sight. You didn’t know why, but you had a strange feeling that something was brewing in her head.

“Yeah…why?” You nodded, hoping she wasn’t secretly malicious.

“Interesting…” She mumbled vaguely, bringing her hand to her chin.

“Sorry about that,” Dipper cut in apologetically, “I promise she’s not evil, she just looks like that when she gets an idea.”

You laughed in relief. For some strange, unknown cause that you didn’t want to reflect upon at the moment, you found it very easy to laugh at his jokes, even if they were a little weak. That didn’t mean that you burst out cackling at every single remark, because hell if anyone would catch you acting like a pick-me, but it did feel compulsory to find him more humorous than he probably was.

“Well, here we are–the world’s scammiest tourist trap,” Dipper announced, gesturing to the Shack.

Cheesy promotion posters and ‘NO REFUNDS’ signs aside, it was actually quite charming. It looked like a cozy, enjoyable place to spend the summer, and you couldn’t stop the little inkling of envy sprouting in your chest at the fact that you didn’t have such an interesting place to stay.

‘It’s fine, (Y/N). Don’t be ungrateful to Susan.’ You reminded yourself, stepping inside.

You were immediately met with sounds of shrill, unnatural sounding shrieking and two men arguing. Both twins simultaneously sighed.

“Sorry for Stan and Ford, I wish I could say they aren’t usually like this.” Dipper told you, but you smiled.

“Don’t worry, they remind me of my own family.” Indeed, every family gathering, reunion, or event, no matter how nice everyone promised to be, almost always devolved into drunk, excessively loud uncles and catty, gossiping aunts. Except for Susan, who could normally be found in the kitchen making her famous coffee omelets.

You walked around the gift shop for a minute, ignoring the noisy, muffled voices and instead admiring the obviously fake attractions and gimmick merchandise. It was corny yet intriguing.

Putting down a snowglobe, you entered the den behind Dipper and Mabel. Stan and Ford, upon hearing the door swing open, instantly stopped bickering to look at the newcomers.

“Oh, hey, kids.” The man wearing an eclectic red hat greeted the two in front of you in a deep, gravelly register. “Who’s this?” He asked, nodding at you.

You were currently staring at the creature in his hands, which seemed to be some sort of weird, green, one-eyed octopus. It was by far the strangest thing you’d ever seen in your life, including that one ‘Dobby x Shrek’ smutfic you came across while fooling around on the internet (you still shuddered when thinking about it).

Mabel nudged your arm, breaking you out of your trance.

“Oh, um, (Y/N).” You responded finally, smiling sheepishly.

“It’s best not to make direct eye contact with these things,” the other man in a trench coat told you. He looked very similar to his brother, and you wondered if the two were also twins.

“I’m Stan, and the nerd with six fingers is Ford.” The first explained, delivering a good smack to the cycloptopus and eliciting a high-pitched scream from it.

You actually hadn’t noticed Ford’s mutation, but now that it had been mentioned, all you wanted to do was get a good look at his hands. Your eyes darted to them, but they were busy handling the octopus, so you left your shyness at the door and approached the old men.

“You don’t, uh, need this alive, do you?” You inquired, pointing at it.

Each raised an eyebrow, but shook their heads nonetheless. You had seen a short video a while back that demonstrated how to kill squids with a swift karate chop to the noggin, and figured it should work on this thing, since it was probably some kind of cephalopod. And so, with a rearing of your arm and a good amount of force, you landed a blow to the forehead of the thing with the blade of your hand.

It gave a horrible screech, during which you all desperately covered your ears–causing Stan and Ford to drop it on the rug–and faded a pale gray, indicating that it was dead.

There was a moment of silence.

“Wow, that worked?” You said, looking down at the slimy carcass incredulously.

“Where’d you learn how to do that?” Asked Ford with an impressed look on his face.

“Saw it on Y’allHose or something,” You replied, wiping your hand on your shirt.

They all shared mildly surprised murmurs, such as ‘that’s clever’ or ‘pretty cool’, and you felt slightly proud of yourself for a moment. You remembered the reason you wanted to get rid of the creature in the first place, and turned to Ford.

“So, do you really have six fingers?” You asked as casually as you could.

“Oh, well, yes.” He answered, a bit jarred at the forward question. He held up his gloved hand, and sure enough, there were six, fully functional digits on it.

“Awesome,” You remarked quietly, stopping yourself from reaching out and inspecting it just in time.

“I can wiggle my ears and wrap all my fingers around my wrist,” You offered, demonstrating the latter for him.

“Fascinating,” he nodded, looking more impressed than when you killed the cycloptopus less than a minute earlier.

“Ha, I could make an attraction out of you!” Stan exclaimed as he watched you perform various other hand tricks.

Dipper and Mabel laughed at their grunkles’ antics, and later you got a tour around the Mystery Shack. You met Soos, a very chill dude and the handyman, and Wendy, a young woman with red hair and a badass-lumberjack fashion sense. You also got to meet Mabel’s pet pig Waddles, who was so adorable that you just wanted to gobble up his little face–not literally.

You spent a few more hours there, drinking Pitt Colas and getting to know the Pines family more. You eventually noticed that the sun was sinking lower and lower to the horizon, and realized that you should get back to the motel before it got dark. You stood up to get your stuff, but Stan suggested you stay for dinner and have the younger set of twins escort you back. After how inviting and kind they’d been to you all day, you didn’t refuse.

‘Dinner’ turned out to be Chinese takeout, but you honestly couldn’t find it anywhere in you to care, let alone turn your nose up at it.

Besides, it was so entertaining to hear Stan and Ford’s stories that you could’ve been eating dirt and still having a great time. Despite only meeting these people on your first day in town, you felt as though you fit right in.

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After bidding Dipper and Mabel a good night, you shut the motel room door behind you and let out a satisfied, content sigh. You slung your crossbody bag off your shoulder and hung it on the hatstand beside you, smiling to yourself as you went through your nightly routine. Draping yourself lazily over the bed and yawning, you were tired enough from an entire day out to not notice the stiff springs. As you slowly dozed off toward peaceful slumber, you thought about how delightful the Pines had been, how you’d like Mabel as a best friend, and, secretly, about a potential romance with the boy you fell into that very morning…

All in due time, dear reader. All in due time.

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Author's Note: WHOOF, am I ever glad that I got this out! I'm not very great at doing pacing or dialogue yet so please bear with me. 💀

Special thanks to my wonderful beta-readers, @tothisbluelawn and @thatshowugetthegirl who have been SO VERY HELPFUL! (And the untagged one--you know who you are) Feel free to comment anything, your engagement means the world to me! ♥️ I hope you all have wonderful days/nights!

Kind regards,

-DMIS

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