Please, accept my confession. || by: enkanomiya

Please, accept my confession. || by: enkanomiya

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kind of my first time doing a x reader, but oh well this is basically where you confess to ford your feelings for him.
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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?

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