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yan-randomfandom · 29 days

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Hi! Is it possible to get a platonic Yandere Stanford with a teenager reader? The reader likes mysteries and monsters and all that just like him, so Stanford sees them and he’s like ‘yup. That’s my kid now’ lol

P!Yandere!Stanford Pines & Teenager!GN!Reader

warnings: violence(toward monsters), implied abuse

[THIS IS PLATONIC] I think I made this a tad too long... it's not even in bullet form anymore. thank you for the request! I love your idea sm 😭 [Word Count: 1047]

Stanford Pines has completed another mission. He lifted his head, his eyes squinting at the sight of the looming trees. The sun peeked between them, visibly on its way down.

To keep it short, he had to chase a dangerous, vile monster into the woods and take its life.

He probably saved thousands of lives. It's just that... it came down to the price of being lost. Ford has never gone this far from Gravity Falls before.

That's totally okay. Curious, even! This is perfect material for his research! He'll have to use a makeshift one for now—this cheap notebook he got from the gift shop.

As he was about to start writing, a panicked roar reverberated throughout the forest. Such strong growls—enough to blow away his clothes and body! Ford had to see it with his own eyes!

He ran and ran until he finally saw the giant. A single, widened eye stared at him, and suddenly he couldn't move anymore. Heavy breaths rose and plunged from his chest.

But he didn't have to worry any longer. A figure hopped down, continuously slicing the middle part of the eye as they descended.

Ford grunted, falling on his back as its blood squirted and leaked, even having some splatter on his nose. He watched the monster turn and run away, knowing that it'd die soon enough.

"Woah! Grandpa, you okay?" A small hand filled Ford's vision. "You froze up pretty quickly. I bet you'd be dead if I wasn't here!"

Once his vision finally cleared, he paused at the sight of a teenager. He's never seen this kid before. Ford cleared his throat, accepting your hand and standing up. "I'm fine. And don't call me that."

You hummed, tilting his open wallet with a nod. "I dunno. Being in your sixties sounds pretty old to me."

"What? How— When— Give me that!" Ford swiped his wallet out of you, to which you respond with a silly grin. He scoffed, crossing his arms. This is such a Stanley thing to do. "Who are you even, kid? Why are you out here?"

"I'm out adventuring!" you declared, placing your fists on your hips. You do certainly have equipment fit for an adventurer. "I mean, did you see me back there? Killed that monster with one swipe!"

Ford rubbed his chin in deep thought. He smiled. "That was pretty impressive. It reminds me of my nephew. You've gone straight towards the monster's weak point."

Unbeknownst to him, your face starts heating up from the praise. You've never received positive reactions from your oh-so-dangerous hobbies. "Well, yeah! It's no big deal. Eyes are usually common for being weak."

Ford chuckled. "Anyway, do you know the direction to Gravity Falls? I may be a little lost."

"Course, duh! It's like... that way! Opposite of the sun," you grinned, pointing behind him. He turned around to check, his shoulders slumping. You touched his nose with a grin when he looked back at you. What a Mabel type of personality. You were really just removing the monster's blood, though. "Boop!"

...Okay.

One glance at the sky, and Ford knew that there's no way he's going to go home at this time. While he loved adventuring, especially at night, he's still in undiscovered territory and would very much like to go home in one piece.

"Alrightnicetomeetyoudude! Byeeee! Good luck!" you exclaimed, already waving at him and walking away.

Wait! You're his only ticket out!

"Pray tell, kid, are you alone? Don't you have guardians or friends tagging along?" he asked hastily.

"Naw. I have parents waiting for me back home, though," you smiled.

Ford somehow convinced you to bring him home to yours.

Now, you stood in front of your house with him by your side. The older man couldn't help but notice that you looked a bit anxious, weirdly enough. You're scratching your arm.

The door finally opened. The first thing Ford saw was a frustrated face of an older woman, which was swiftly wiped when she took note of his presence. How odd.

"Oh, sweetie, who's this with you?"

"Found him in the woods! Isn't he neat?"

"Let's talk for a bit. Please give us a moment," the woman smiled at Ford, grabbing you before closing the door on him.

Ford awkwardly stood outside the house, checking his watch. Faint voices reached his ears. That's your mother, yes? She sounded upset. You sounded upset. He hasn't been in this dimension in a while, but would it really be so bad to take home a man you haven't met? He's just literally lost!

You opened the door. He froze when he met your tear-filled eyes.

"Sorry, whatever-your-name-is. I can't let you in," you muttered meekly. "But you can wait for me tomorrow. I'll help you go home. Bye."

The door closed. Why were you crying? That's not right.

Next day.

Ford waited for you on your front porch, mindlessly writing in his notebook. He had to sleep on a makeshift cushion of laundry. It wasn't the worst place to sleep, and he's just glad he didn't get caught.

"Good morning! You're early today!" you beamed, already walking.

"Is there anything I should know about your parents?" he deadpanned, trailing next to you.

You got uncomfortable quickly. "Uh, next question? Hey, look, a parasite! So weird!"

"Don't touch that! I can't believe it ranges up to here!"

The journey towards Gravity Falls felt long and tiring. But it simply made you and Ford closer.

"What's your name again?"

"Ford. Just call me Ford."

"For— Holy shit! I didn't even notice earlier! You have five fingers and a thumb!"

"Please—" he hid his hand in reflex.

"Six cylinders on your hand! That's so cool, Ford!"

Ford simply sighed, a smile growing on his lips.

Eventually, you both reach the mystery shack.

"Woah... That's yours? No wonder why you're so used to being in the woods. You live in one!"

Ford chuckled, opening the front door. "I can safely say you're going to get along with my family, kid."

...

You paused, hesitating. "I can't. I have to go home."

...

He smiled sweetly. "Not even for dinner? It'll be quick."

Your stomach growled quite loudly, causing your cheeks to heat up. "Okay, fine. Maybe a little."

Stepping right into the shack, Ford shuts the door behind you. He can't let you go back in that godforsaken house. You looked too miserable.

You can be happy with the Pines family here.

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the-possum-writes · 5 months

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Hello, could you make Marshall Lee x Human doctor female reader?

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Surviving the apocalypse, one bandage at a time

Character: Marshall Lee

Tags: Descriptions of injury, fem!reader, canon typical violence, set during the mushroom war, (hasn't been proofread)

Synopsis:

Life during an apocalypse is difficult enough as it is; imagine how much more difficult it becomes if you are inherently compassionate and well-meaning by nature. There's gonna be people taking advantage of that and today is just another reminder of it.

Wordcount: 1047

Tag list: @foxpearlwilder

While searching for anything important through a pile of rubble you suddenly hear faint pleas for help around the corner, so you run there with only your medical supplies and around three days' worth of food and water. Even if the world ended, it wouldn't completely change you as a person; back then when you were working at a hospital, you'd skip lunch on occasion to save more time to help someone in need, and today was no exception even if it meant losing out on supplies. The main difference is that people were not struggling as much as they are now. As you approach the corner, you notice something strange: the cries abruptly end and you're left in complete silence. Just when you start wondering if this is all in your head, you're proven wrong the worst way possible when then your foot steps on a metallic platform and sharp spikes bite into your ankle, suddenly you're the one screaming for help.

It's then that three stragglers emerge from their hiding places with daggers in their hands; you beg them to release you, but they have other priorities and ignore your pleas but take all of your belongings instead. While they talk among themselves you drop into the ground into a dissociative state.

"Anything good?" One of the stragglers asks another.

"Nah, just a bunch of bandages and ointments."

Their conversation fades into background noise as you try to pry the bear trap from your ankle, but every time you place your fingertips on either side of its jaws, it only makes you whimper at the pain crawling up the rest of your leg like a million bee stings. The sight isn't pleasant either, but the only reason you managed to pull your eyes away from your hurt leg is because the stragglers stopped talking when one of them began violently choking. The creature that appeared is one you've only heard about in campfire stories from other survivors and don't want to see in person, but here it is, its ashy gray skin contrasting against the struggler's dark clothing and vivid blood dripping from its mouth as it chops through the poor fool's neck. The lingering pain on your leg was nothing but an afterthought as you frantically attempt force the beartrap open although it meant ruining your leg further, but a damaged leg is nothing compared to the fate waiting for you if the vampire get's it's claws on you, and at that moment it's like the vampire thought the same thing cause once it finished eating the scavenges it immediately looked in your direction with it's cold dead blue eyes. With the monster now aware of you, you barely open the trap enough for your leg to slip though even if the teeth ripped through pieces of your skin but even then with blood running down your foot you still get up and make a break for it. But what good is running away with a broken ankle?

Just when the thought came you once again fall down, grabbing onto anything nearby to defend yourself as the monster looms over you.

The creature eyes you like a succulent meal but it would never have the chance to taste your flesh because of the pointy wood stake suddenly bursting through its chest, it takes a second for the monster to process it just like you do, cause by the time it looked down at it's chest it immediately proofed into a dust cloud and reveals the man behind it. He inhales the dust cloud left behind by the feral vampire and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, burping a bit as if he just ate a delicious hamburger.

His wild hair is the color of molasses and sticks all over the place with only a side ponytail keeping his eyes clear, although the ashy skin is something to be concerned over the only reason you're not jumping away in terror is because of his eyes, they're a fascinating ruby red that look down at you with what you can only hope is sympathy.

"You okay girlie?" He asks, voice smooth like chocolate.

"... Kinda." You mumble, directing your view to your messed up leg.

"Oh dang, that looks bad."

"Just bring me my bag." You grunt through clenched teeth.

The stranger nods and floats away, I repeat- the stranger with the unnatural eyes, skin and food preference also happens to float! If it wasn't because of your damaged leg you would've ran away from this guy the second he showed up, but alas, fate is taking you on a rollercoaster ride today and by the looks of it it had no intention of slowing down yet.

Atleast he's not as bloodthirsty as the other one. The stranger brought you your bag and even the stuff that was thrown around by the scavengers, he didn't speak to you during the whole thing but he did loom over as he watched you work on your leg with practiced hands even though the dried up tears and quivering lips. He did ask at one point "Don't you need something for the pain?"

You shook your head as you held a scalpel in your mouth, taking it with your free hand as you add. "I would, but I'm both the patient and the doctor so..." You struggled a bit to tie the final knot with one hand so the stranger gripped it with both hands for you and tied it together, he did it a bit too tight but that's just what you need to make sure nothing gets out of place.

"Thanks, for everything I mean." You finally voice out in a meek voice, now that the risk of bleeding out wasn't at the top of your mind.

"Don't sweat it, it's just another day on the job." He responds with well earned confidence if he's constantly hunting vampires that easily. "Are you gonna be okay wandering around with a broken foot?"

You grab a nearby tree branch and use it as an improvised walking cane, struggling to get up and balance yourself with one foot. "I will be... eventually, I've been at it for a while for a hurt leg won't stop me-" it's then that your tree branch breaks in half but the stranger holds you with one arm to prevent you from kissing up the urban pavement.

"Now, I ain't no babysitter but how about you stick around me for a while?" A suggestion you hesitate to accept when you catch sight of his sharp fangs, but considering your options, he's probably the safest companion available right now.

"Alright. But only until I get better."

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And that's how you begin your short road trip with the stranger you've come to know as Marshall Lee, he still gives you the creeps but he doesn't need food to survive so that's already a game changer now that you don't have to share every can of beans you miraculously found along the way. However that doesn't take away how much of a show off and a tease he can be, especially when you need his help or he brags about his latest kill that week, you usually shrug him off and feed a bit into his ego but hey; anything to keep other vampires away. It's after a short while that he came back to you after a hunt with a pretty nasty scratch over his chest, the second you caught sight of the darken stain on his shirt you immediately jumped to your feet and went up to him with your doctor's bag, he'd wave off the injury saying something like "It's nothing, it'll heal on its own tomorrow. You should've seen the other guy though-!" Marshall nonchalantly brings up but that doesn't reassure you in the slightest, especially with how brutal you've seen other vampires attack.

"Marshall you're bleeding bucket loads! Atleast let me patch it up, now, take off your shirt." You exclaim.

He crooked an eyebrow at that, making light of the situation. "Hey girl, if you wanted to see me shirtless you could've asked-" he wanted to keep joking about it but you gave him a stare that only meant you were in "doctor mode" and didn't have time for any jokes. He raised his hands in defense, "Alright, alright, give me a second." Marshall did as he was told and raised the shirt over his head and gave you a good look at the large gash over his chest, you soon take action and start the usual procedure you do on your patients, disinfect the wound, try to clean it the best you can before adding ointment and gauze tape. Just like any usual day on the job. Glob, how do you miss those days. Marshall stayed quiet during the whole thing just like when you first two met, he liked seeing you work, that concentrated expression on your face and the way you moved fast but precise, as if you committed the process to muscle memory without double thinking anything.

"Where'd you learn to do all the medical stuff? Doesn't it take like, a crazy long time to learn it?"

You shrug, not minding the small talk. "I used to do first aid service for the red cross in highschool and was on my first years of studying medicine before the bombs fell, still, I performed medical attention to survivors back at my old camp." You explain as brief as you can, still focusing on wrapping the gauze over him.

"Makes sense and educated gal like you lives in a camp, the only folks I see out in the wastelands that aren't mutated are those vault dwellers."

"I don't live at the camp anymore, that's why when you found me I was on my own." You clarify.

"Huh. Why not go back to them? you guys seem to do better in groups than on your own. Who knows what monsters are waiting to ambush a pretty gal like you." He makes a snark remark on that, you're unsure if the monsters he's talking about since almost everything out here seems to get you

Your hands pause a bit, looking up at those red eyes that are now swimming in dark pools just like his hair. "You mean like the vampires, or the scavengers, or...?"

"Me." He confirms.

It's then that you lower your gaze to his chest realizing how his wound healed up faster than your ointments could even if you perfected the formula or had the right ingredients. Your hands went up to remove the gauze and the bandages, with your palms mindlessly running through his exposed chest as if you were still processing the fact he regenerated it in a matter of minutes, it's then that Marshall raised your hand to the upper left side where his heart would be but you don't feel it's beat. Almost like a corpse. "What are you?" You finally ask.

"Me? I'm the son of a vampire, and maybe half demon. Don't tell me it scares you out now?"

You laugh briefly, raising your hand to his cheek. "Not at all."

#adventure time x reader #marshall lee the vampire king #marshall lee x reader #adventure time

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