Could You Write A Stanford Pines X Reader Headcanon Where The Reader Is An Artist And Always Draws Him

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.

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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.

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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!

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writing a stanford x reader piece with journal entries and having a hard time deciding how to format it, because

it'll be easier to just do it like this

but the fandom consensus of ford speaking (in this case writing) in cursive is too funny to pass up

Stanford Pines x reader headcanons

💕 fluff

touch starved. like severely

so startled whenever he and someone else accidentally touch

close proximity makes him really nervous

he so isn't used to it

at first it's because he doesn't really know how to behave around other people in a normal setting anymore; but once he develops feelings for you, that mans brain just shuts down once you're too close to him

full on blushing, stammering, no thoughts head empty kinda thing

i mean how could he not, did you look at yourself??

his nicknames for you would be 'darling', 'dear', 'love' and something science-y and/or geek related

(imagine when he starts writing in his journals he calls you 'prince/ss unattainabelle' because he thinks you could never like him like that)

will not recover from seeing you in his red sweater

can't stand seeing you get hurt, blames himself when you do while on missions/adventures with him

will take great care of your wounds and checks on you regularly while recovering

if he only cared that much for his own well being

designing and gifting little things to show his love; definitely welds you a bouquet of you favourite flowers

loves the way your hands fit into his

makes space in his work room for you to hang out there (both doing your own thing but being together)

at first insecure about his kissing abilities, but gets sooo addicted to kissing you not soon after

literally melts when you run your fingers through his hair (extra points when his head rest on your lap or chest)

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Stanford Pines love language headcanons

💕 fluff

that man is touch starved as fuck

after 30 years alone and on the run through the multiverse, he sure isn't used to positive touch anymore

let alone that he wasn't before, not having a lot of experience in the relationship field and all

it will be a bit too much for him at the start and pda is out of question, but give him time and he will get used to the casual soft touches and will learn to love them. even seek them out

he doesn't realise how much he missed out on until he meets your touchy ass

soft brushes against his arm, your head on his shoulder, the first time you run your hands through his hair

let me tell you, he melts. every time.

it just makes his mind go quite immediately. the moment he feels your fingertips on his scalp, the way you lightly scratch at the back of is neck, the way you softly caress his silver hair...

it's his most favourite sensation ever

so on the rare occasion he does not fall asleep at his desk, while cuddling before going to sleep, he will lay his head on your chest, a silent plea for you to run your hands through his hair again, to make his mind go quit, to allow him to fully relax

he does try his best to get better at not overworking himself

taking breaks and going to sleep regularly, taking time out of his day to spend with you

because honestly, he could never forgive himself if he doesn't appreciate every second with you

quality time with him would consist of reading together silently, cuddling, watching movies and shows he missed out on and more private dates like stargazing, dinner at home and visiting places like national forests, parks, a planetarium or aquarium

also playing ddnd if you're into that as well

he will teach you if you're interested but never played before, don't worry

actually sooo thrilled to find someone to play with him, he will loose himself in planning the perfect campaign

he will most certainly put his abilities and fascination of creating and inventing things to use while making little gifts for you

feels very appreciated and fuzzy when you let him ramble about whatever has his attention at the moment and actually listen and respond with question, just being as invested as he is in something

is a bit clumsy with talking to other people but loves being the receiver of words of affirmation and praise

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thinking about ford being jealous, getting protective and a lil possesive...