The first anomaly was Stan Pines. I knew him as Stanley, he had always been Stanley when I was younger, when it was just him and I, but his niece and nephew knew him as Stanford (or Grunkle Stan). When I left Stan's care 21 years ago, I thought I knew him better than anyone. Sure, I was five, and sure, we probably didn't talk about everything but... You would've thought he'd have mentioned his brother. Stanford Pines was the second anomaly. I had spent an entire month in his room, never recognizing it was actually his. I read his books, I looked over his math, I added footnotes to his theories... never even knowing it was actually his. Stanford Pines was unknowingly my childhood idol, what pushed me forward in my scientific field through out life and ultimately the reason I came back to Gravity Falls. Finally, the third anomaly was how he made me feel. I lived a life that was uncommon, you could say I myself was an anomaly. My mother sold herself on the streets, dumped me at orphanages and with "family friends" that seemed a lot more like strangers. I had spent most of my school and college life avoiding people, only ever bothering to send birthday cards and holiday greetings to Stan over the years after he had taken care of me. So why did my heart ache to get to know Stanford Pines? Why did I spend countless house of the night wondering if he had eaten enough? How was he feeling? When was the last time he slept? Is he as haunted as he looks? Does he blame himself? Does he notice me? Does he truly hate Stanley? Is he lonely? Does he notice me? Is he good at playing piano? How does it feel to hold his hand? Does he notice me? Does he notice me?

Secrets. Some are best hidden from the world and from other people. Although, the more secrets that build up, the angrier a person may get.

Just a common Creepypasta Seven Minutes in Heaven. Reader insert and also beware of warnings. The story contains: gore, rape themes, curses, smut (lemons) and much more. Please be aware of those before starting to read this~

I wasn't sure what love was. Everyone spoke of it like a legend. Something sacred that you'd capture if you were lucky. The man I had let take my heart wanted to carve it out of my chest as proof. I tried to forget feeling that way about him. I tried to figure out why I could ever love someone like him. He terrified me but at moments it was like a roller coaster. Up and down I would try to hold on for dear life. I liked how he made me feel alive, knowing he was always there made me feel less alone. He had done something to me I wish he hadn't. When he hurt me every time seemed to get worse and worse but at some point, I had gotten addicted to it. I wanted him to drown me in his hate and make me beg. I knew it was wrong, toxic and unhealthy. The way I felt was bad the only question was does he feel it too? Does he know this is wrong and how bad I want him? I looked up to him, he brushed the hair out of my face gently, eyes locked to mine. I didn't care if he felt the same, it was too late for me. I was intoxicated. His lips brushed softly against mine, teasing my heart strings. He slipped passed my mouth and whispered with that low gruff voice of his that made me melt, "Let's play a game..." WARNING: THIS IS NOT YOUR ORDINARY FANFICTION. VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. MATERIAL MAY NOT BE SUITABLE FOR SOME. JEFF ISN'T NICE. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED. 1st POV Jeff the killer Fanfic Give it a chance T~T

COVER DRAWN BY ME! :) That smile. That damn smile. He was the reason her peaceful life in her small town, Moonsboro, flipped upside down. Out of everyone, he wanted to ruin her. He took everything away from her. She hated him. So why couldn't she stop staring at his smile and wonder what it would feel like against her own? A Jeff the Killer slowburn. (Also posted on AO3 @k_moffy)

Jeff the killer x reader Is it possible for you to fall in love with an insane killer?

A love story between two twisted hearts. As your world falls apart you meet the famous serial killer Jeff. What will happen? *Warning: contains violence and lemon*

What happens when a sassy girl, with a swearing habit, meets a forever smiling killer, with a strange obsession over her? Will he kill her if she doesn't listen to him? Or does she fall for the killer with a forever smile Warning swearing, sexual scenes, triggers I don't own creepypasta or you

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