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g4l4xy-qu33n · 1 year

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Stanford Pines SFW Alphabet

A/N: Pretty much what it says on the tin. These are all my personal opinions and headcanons of Ford, so please don’t come at me saying that somethings not entirely canon! No use of Y/N, and reader is written with female for the gender in mind, but no genitalia or body type is specified, so technically reader can be interpreted as anything.

warnings: pretty much just your basic sfw alphabet fluff, with a tiny bit of smut if you squint

(sorry if this wasn’t formatted correctly, I’m not that sure how to use tumblr properly yet-)

proofread by nobody (and I think the tense changes a bit)

enjoy this brainrot I guess-

Mostly SFW Alphabet for Stanford Pines

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Ford is VERY affectionate. (More often when he’s tired since he mostly just expresses his feelings through physical touch, and not words.)

Ford shows affection through:

Hugs from behind with his hands wrapped around your waist. He would also kiss softly into your neck with a small smile on his face.

When laying in bed, (when he actually goes to bed), Ford would make sure you face him and then he would proceed to slowly kiss you until you both fell asleep, lips still touching.

Cuddles. This man loves cuddles. Give him cuddles.

If you fell asleep while he was working (on the couch in his office) he would get the most fluffy blanket he can find and tuck you in. He would also mutter a lot of really sappy stuff into your ear he would never admit to saying while he pet your head or caressed your side. This is why you pretend to fall asleep on his couch a lot.

He just randomly hugs/kisses you when he can during the day.

He also would tuck a stray bit of hair behind your ear when he notices it’s out.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Being Fords best friend (and SO) would have a lot involved in it. For example:

Having to listen to his rambling about random science stuff. (You love it tho)

Having to drag him away from his work (literally) when he pushes himself too far and forgets about basic human needs

Having to comfort and stand up for him when he gets bullied about his hands/fingers

Having to help him build his boat (the Stan’O’War)

Having to comfort him after Stanley left, telling him that his brother doesn’t hate him etc.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

As I said earlier, this man LOVES cuddles.

He loves any sort of cuddle position, but spooning will always be his favourite. He likes being the big spoon and smelling your hair (he loves the smell and would sometimes steal your shampoo just for the smell.) He would never admit this, but he also likes being the little spoon, because he feels protected and loved.

His other favourite cuddle position is when you are facing each other and he can kiss you, with one of his hands on the side of your head.

He liked it when you two cuddled and you were lying on top of him with your head on his chest.

A cuddle position he REALLY wants to try is him lying on your chest. Also your lap. He wants to lie on your thighs and get head pats, he’s just too embarrassed to ask. If he were to ask he’d immediately flush pink, start stuttering and putting his hand on the back of his neck.

He’d also love it when you sat on his lap while he worked, but would get ‘annoyed’ (not really) after a while because he has work he needs to do. Eventually he’ll pick you up and carry you to bed (if you fell asleep or not, it doesn’t matter), but grab onto him when he puts you down on the bed and he’ll give in and cuddle until you both fell asleep. You would have to let go if he really has A LOT of work to do. (like build an interdimensional portal a demon told him to build)

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Ford wouldn’t exactly jump at the idea of settling down and having a family, but after a bit of persuasion he would MAYBE adopt a singular kid. Ford knows that he wouldn’t be the best parent, and that he’d probably accidentally ignore them.

Fords skill in cooking isn’t the best, and he usually relies on you to cook meals. If he had to cook, he would either make a frozen microwave meal or something simple like Mac and Cheese.

Cleaning however, Ford would always be the one to clean. If you even so much as pick up a cleaning supply, he would yank it out of your hand and do whatever you were going to do. The only cleaning he would let you do is the dusting. Ford has a dust allergy and will start sneezing uncontrollably.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Even though Ford would hate to do it, if it was necessary it would have to be done.

Ford would probably bring you flowers or chocolate or a stuffed animal of your favourite animal as a goodbye present.

After telling you the bad news, he would most likely just burst into tears and try to get away from you, because it would hurt him too much.

If there was a way to get into a long distance relationship with Ford, he would literally jump at the chance.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Ford doesn’t trust people very easily (obviously, with Stanley and Bill)

He would take a while to propose and commit to marriage, again because of his trust issues

Once it happens however, there is zero going back (unless it absolutely HAS to happen)

Ford would do a small proposal, probably in front of the portal for a cool sciencey aesthetic.

He would probably bring you down there after a fancy candlelit dinner (most likely at greasys diner, which he funded to get it fixed up and made a little more romantic for your guys special night)

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Ford can look quite intimidating, with the weapon almost constantly strapped to him and all, but if you get to know him and grow close to him, he would become really soft and cuddly and overall tenderhearted.

Before you got to know him, Ford would be quite hard emotionally, and wouldn’t like physical contact, and he would also be quite tough and rude, maybe even a bit violent if you rile him up (like he is with most people he doesn’t know). Once you get to know him however, he becomes quite soft with his emotions and get flustered quite easily.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Ford is a sucker for hugs, you hug him and he pretty much melts into your arms (unless he’s quite busy).

Ford tries to hug you as often as possible, wether it be while you’re cooking and hugging from behind, or just a quick hug while he’s working, Ford takes every chance he can for a hug.

Fords hugs are amazing. Since he’s quite strong, (spending 30 years travelling through dimensions and fighting monsters does that to a person) and tall, he has an obsession with picking you up while you guys are hugging, and spinning you in a circle and most likely ending it with a kiss.

When hugging, Ford likes to drag them on quite a long time, unless of course he’s busy.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

As said earlier, Ford has severe trust issues and anxiety, and will need to get his trust up to be able to say verbally that he loves you.

The first time Ford said it was in college (Backupsmore), in your shared dorm after getting a little tipsy. You were lying in bed holding each other close and kissing each other wherever you could reach. You kissed him, and a sleepy Ford whispered “I love you.” Then immediately passed out. He acted like he forgot the next morning (he definitely remembers). This is a moment that you hold dear to your heart, and being able to hear those words again while Ford was in the portal was pretty much the only thing keeping you going. (Damn that got dark- also lil’ mini fanfic)

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Ford doesn’t get jealous easily, but he can if:

Somebody flirts with you. (If the persons drunk or not, Ford would come over and roast the shit outta whoever it is.)

But yeah, Ford doesn’t get jealous very often.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Fords kisses are amazing. They’re so good you could easily kiss him forever with no breaks

His kisses vary from really rough (with tongue and teeth) to just a soft peck on your cheek or forehead

Ford could spend at least a day just listing his favourite places to kiss you (everywhere) and why, but here are his personal favourites (in no particular order) :

Lips (obviously). He thinks your lips are super soft, no matter how little lip balm/chapstick you use

Forehead. He likes giving you forehead kisses because they’re quick and he’s tall, so your forehead is easily accessible for his lips

Hands. He loves hand kisses, because there’s so many places on your hands he can kiss. There’s the knuckles, palm, the back of your hand, the list goes on.

Stomach. This is rare, but when you two are cuddling (him on top of you), he loves lifting your shirt up just a bit to kiss your stomach area.

Ford likes receiving kisses just as much as he gives them, since they make him feel loved and cared for.

He loves to get kissed mostly on his face. Like lips, cheek, forehead, jawline and neck.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Let’s just say, Ford is indifferent about children. He loves them (especially if they’re his) sure, but he thinks kids are just so much work and get in the way of his concentration and scientific discoveries. Especially babies and toddlers.

If you two were to have kids, he would still love them unconditionally, but he would most likely end up ignoring them, and leaving all the parenting for you to do. He doesn’t mean to hurt either of you if he does this, and it’s always partially or mostly an accident.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings with Ford are usually rushed, since the both of you would have work to do you.

He still tries to cherish mornings though.

If he wakes up before you, then he likes to sit and watch you sleep (not in a creepy way).

He WILL NOT get out of bed until the both of you are awake, just because he likes spending as much time with you as possible.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights with Ford vary from stressful/chaotic to calm and relaxed.

Stressful nights are the nights that he’s working a lot, meaning that you’ll probably have to go to sleep hugging a pillow or go and physically drag him away from his work. The latter will be hard, the man’s heavy and determined to work.

Calm nights with Ford are the ones you both cherish the most, since they’re not very frequent, because he’s always busy.

On calm/relaxed nights, the two of you just cuddle and savour the time with each other.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

As said many times, Ford has horrible trust issues, and will not tell anyone anything personal about his life until he trusts them. Not even his last name.

If you are close to him and he trusts you, then he will start opening up about things slowly. Very slowly.

It took him months to prepare himself to tell you about Bill, and most of that time he worried about what you might say about him or think of him.

When Ford is hiding something, he becomes distant and only gives vague answers in response to questions.

It’s very obvious to you when Ford is hiding something because of this.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Fords patience levels are quite high actually, being a scientist and all.

He does easily snap though, if someones pushed him too far.

It’s very rare he snaps at you, since he loves you and is aware of triggers and past trauma that you may have. He mostly just yells and snaps at his brother, because of too many reasons to list in a singular post.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Since Ford’s a busy man, so he doesn’t remember every single little thing you tell him, sadly.

He does however, remember the important things, like your birthday or your favourite of something (food, drink, song, place, etc.)

Since he can’t remember much, don’t question it if he writes in a little notebook while you talk to him about something.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Ford cannot choose a favourite moment in your relationship. There’s just too many! But if he had to pick, these would be his favourites:

He loves the time you told him about your feelings and he told you about his, and you shared your first kiss on the half finished Stan’O’War. (Stanley ruined the moment by going “ewwww” though.)

Ford actually holds one moment in his heart and thinks about it every day:

When, after 30 years of not seeing each other, you kissed him, and held him and cried happy tears onto his shoulder.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Although Ford is very scared of losing you, he doesn’t protect you all that much. The only things he really protects you from are Bill, and how dangerous Bill can be when in his mind.

He would protect you any way he can, at one point he even considered you getting a metal plate installed in your head just to protect you.

Ford doesn’t feel like he needs protection exactly, only support and love from family and friends.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

It really depends on the task if Ford actually puts effort into it.

When it comes to dates with Ford, it’s usually just a nice meal he’s had help with cooking, and then watching your favourite movie or show.

Your anniversary is usually the same sort of thing, but he really splurges with a gift. It’s usually your favourite flowers or chocolate or a plushie.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Ford has a few bad habits. Some of the more notable ones are:

Overworking himself. This one is the most common of all of his bad habits.

Not taking care of himself/ignoring his basic needs. Usually when Ford’s working, he will forget to eat, sleep, drink water, shower and even use the toilet. You will have to remind him to do these things, or else he will die. Man’s like a sim sometimes honestly.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

If you think this man would be concerned with how he looks on a daily basis, think again. (He literally uses fire to shave, what did you expect?)

If you two were to go on a date or something important however, he takes a little more time than usual to get ready.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

The easy answer to this is yes, Ford does feel incomplete without you around.

He would and has admitted this before when you asked him why he was so desperate for cuddles one night.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Now I know this isn’t exactly a headcanon for Ford specifically, but this extra space will be for what the Pines and others think about you and Fords relationship.

Stanley

Now Stanley’s opinion on his brothers romantic life isn’t really that bad. In actual fact, Stanley could care less about Ford’s love life. The only thing he dislikes about it is the fact that his nerdy six-fingered brother gets the girls, and not him, the ‘cooler’ one.

Dipper

Dipper doesn’t really care about you guys being together, as long as it doesn’t get too much in the way of science. He does like you though, because you guys can rock out to Icelandic Pop Sensation BABBA together, and there’s also one more person to play D&D& More D with.

Mabel

Now (as everyone knows), Mabel is a shipper. Mabel is obsessed with the fact that her great uncle Ford is in a relationship, because of many reasons. She has someone to go to relationship advice for, she has someone she can organise dates for and she has someone to just obsess over and ship. (She’s maybe too obsessed, sometimes.)

Soos and Wendy

I put these two together because they have very similar opinions on the relationship. The opinion is: they really don’t mind that you two are together. Of course, Soos is excited and happy for Ford and you, and Wendy just likes it because she gets ‘a cool new old person friend’, but neither don’t think it impacts them that much.

Fiddleford McGucket

Fiddleford is actually very happy for the two of you, and has been since college. He’s happy that you two have been together for so long (unlike him and his wife), and calls it true love. He was Ford’s best man at the wedding that happened after college. (It wasn’t Stanley because, well you know, the Highschool Science Project Incident.)

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Ford will accept you for whoever you are, wether you’re bubbly, bouncy and easily excited, or dark, quiet and withdrawn, (or literally anything else) he will love and respect you. There’s only one type of person he wouldn’t date, and that is a bully. Someone who makes fun of others just because they can. Someone like the Sibling Brothers (from the Lost Legends book), or Crampelter and his friends.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

No. Just no.

Man doesn’t sleep, like at all, and he’s a very light sleeper anyway.

If you were actually to get him to sleep, I think you deserve an award.

Ford always only sleeps 4 hours maximum at a time, and constantly has nightmares that he wakes up from.

He also struggles to actually get to sleep (or get back to sleep) in the first place.

#gravity falls #stanford pines #sfw alphabet #Stanford pines x you #ford pines #ford pines x reader #gravity falls x reader #ford pines x you #disney #grunkle stan #grunkle ford #gravity falls dipper #gravity falls mabel #gravity falls fanfiction #disney gravity falls

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lexumpy · 25 days

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I don’t know how else to ask you a question on that blog @lexumpysfunland you don’t have question buttons, so I’ll do it this way.. For the storyteller-

*Boop*:3

Okay I make an exception for this because it's only one ask-

but please don't ask stuff on my main blog... I closed the ask on the lexumpysfunland because I had too much at once and wanted to take time to respond to all of them-

now to your ask:

he doesn't like it when someone tries to poke/boop/pet/hug him.... only Stanley has this privilege 👀

#at least you booped him-#was it worth getting killed 👀#tsp #tspud #tsp narrator #tsp stanley #tsp fanart #tspud narrator #the stanley parable narrator #narratorverse #stanley parable #insane!narrator

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sourcherryandsprinkles · 2 years

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Tom’s new girl | Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Tom has a surprise for you when you come home

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Word count: 0.4k

Request: can you do 19 and/or 45 for tom holland?? (“YOU DID WHAT?!” + sleep is for the weak)

** keep sending requests with this list!!

As much as you loved being an actress, all day shootings were exhausting. You had woken up at 5am this morning to get to set and you were finally going home at 10pm. On the drive home, you began day-dreaming about a bubble bath, the warm water and the bubbles sounding amazing after a long day.

A car dropped you off in front of your apartment building and you took the elevator, getting closer to your bubble bath, but you halted as you opened the door.

Looks like your bubble bath will have to wait.

“Please don’t get mad,” Tom said first thing when you walked in, preparing the table for the news he was about to drop. He had this strange facial expression, as if he was holding in a smile.

You took off your shoes and flicked your eyes to your boyfriend. “What did you do again?” you asked warily.

“As you know, I had an interview today-”

“Oh no. Did you spoil anything? Or do anything embarrassing? Is it all over social media already?”

With all the times Tom had accidentally blurted out Marvel secrets during interviews, you sometimes wondered why Marvel still allowed him to do interviews. He has spoiled plot details, endings, and even the existence of sequels before they had been officially announced.

You and Robert Downey Jr once joked about how they should call him Spoiler-Man instead of Spider-Man.

“No. It’s nothing like that, darling,” Tom assured.

A small breath of relief left your lips. “What is it then?”

“Well,” Tom began, “they brought me puppies to play with during the interview and they were really cute and sweet and I may have brought one home.”

Oh god. This was worse than spoiling secrets.

“Thomas Stanley Holland, you did what?!”

You and Tom had many talks about getting a puppy. All of them ending with ‘let’s wait until we have enough down time to take care of it’, but today, Tom completely disregarded all those conversations today and impulsively got a puppy.

Right now was not the right time to get a puppy. You were in the middle of filming a TV show and Tom was about to go on a press tour - which included a lot of traveling - for the new Spiderman movie. How will this puppy fit in your busy schedules?

“I couldn’t leave her here, Y/N. All her brothers and sisters were already sold and she was going to be alone,” he explained, playing with your heartstrings. “Wait until you see her. She’s so cute and sweet and you’ll love her. She had a lot of energy before you arrived, but we played with this rope and she spent all of her energy.”

Tom took your hand and you followed him to the living room where the puppy was sleeping soundly in a small pink bed. You went to the small bed Tom and sat next to it. A smile twisted at the corner of your lips at the sight of the light brown puppy, betraying you. Why did she have to be so cute?

Tom joined you on the floor, sitting before you. “She was the smallest of the group, like me, and during the interview she kept cuddling against me and begging me for belly scratches. All her siblings were stepping on her, so I picked her up and told her she could go to sleep and live with us in my apartment, 'cause she’s gonna be our puppy.”

Tom’s story made your heart melt. His kindness and big heart were some of his greatest qualities.

“I’m sorry I didn’t ask you before taking her home, but I had already told her she was coming with me. I couldn’t break her heart after. She’s only two months old.”

You wanted to be mad at him, but how could you with a puppy this cute?

You reached out and petted the little puppy’s head while she slept. “Did you give her a name, yet?”

“No. I was waiting for you.” The puppy began to wake, her eyes cracking open and shifting on the little bed. “We will not be getting any sleep with that puppy, right darling,” Tom said to the little puppy.

Your eyes flickered to Tom. “That puppy is your responsibility, not mine. Have fun not sleeping. I’m going to take a bubble bath.” You gave Tom a kiss on the cheek and stood, leaving him with the puppy.

#tom holland #tom!peter parker x reader #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom holland imagine #marvel prompt #marvel mcu #marvel #marvel x reader #mcu prompts #mcu imagines #mcu!peter parker #MCU #mcu!peter x reader #tom holland x y/n

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heartz-for-hh · 2 months

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Since I also write sp here are some NSFW and SFW headcannons of stan I'd you went with his family camping

(Not proofread so please tell me if there's any errors!)

BEFORE I HEAR THIS, HE IS AGED UP!!

Wrote a tad bit a lot of sfw headcannons lol

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SFW:

• his family was the one who told him to invite you

• his family has an annual camping trip

• During the car ride, he shares his earbuds with you as plays music

• "trust me you'll need it"

• idk how, but they trusted you 2 to be in a tent together

• when you guys are in the tent sleeping, he will at first be on the complete opposite side of the tent, and when you wake up, you'll find him all over you

• he knows the trail by heart because of the countless times he's gone

• whenever he wants to be alone with you, he tells his family you and him are going for a hike

• since he knows the forest, you guys just kinda wander around

• will pick flowers along the way without you realizing, and when he has enough, he give you a bouquet of them

• will take off the thorns of them first

• absolutely adores animals and will Pet any animals he sees on the way (would probably even if they had rabies lmao/J)

• will bring food along with him to give to animals he sees

• shows you his favorite parts of the forest

• sometimes you guys go behind tres/bushes when your nearby his family and kiss

• he most definitely wakes up SO late that by the time he comes out of his tent, his hair all messy, your already there talking w sharon

• meanwhile you make breakfast with his mom, he rests his chin ontop your shoulder, his hands wrapped around your waist

• his mom is so so so so nice with you

• "Stanley, I dont know how you are dating her!"

• most def would try to take out a small peice when you aren't looking

• "mhmm...smells good"

• you'd catch him every time, and at some point, you start slapping him with your spatula

• when you do he would look like that one SpongeBob meme

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NSFW:

• would whispers leude things into your ear nearby people leaving you wet

• would defo make you go in the back with him so that he could finger you whenever he was really bored

• the day you guys made it, at around 6pm when the sun was barely setting he told his family he was gonna show you around the forest

• the moment you guys were away from his family, he went to a disclosed area and railed you ontop a rock

• bro was most definitely hard the whole car ride, and the fact you had wore a short white skirt and a tight t-shirt did NOT help

• during the roadtrip, since it was a 8 hr drive, after he had his fun with you, you would get revenge and slip your hands into his pants

• obviously you kept egding him bc that's very nice of you

• tears were pricking at the corner of his eyes

• most definitely begged and whined into tour eyes to let him cum, after edging him for 15 minutes straight you finally letter him

• he bit his lip so hard when trying not to make noises, you swear he drew bloody from his lip

• in the tent he would mark you anywhere on your neck or collar bone

• nect morning his parents would be like "oh where did those marks come from?" And he would just smirk and ask "Yeah, where did those marks come from?"

• would most definitely fuck you once his parents fell asleep

• one time because they were still awake he was making you cock warm him

• "you can stay silent for me right?"

• Once he would come back from his hike with you (aka after railing you), your legs would be so sore that you could not even walk back so he would carry you back

Istg idk what I was on, I did this in 20 MINUTES😨

#stan marsh #stan x reader #stan marsh x reader #stan marsh headcanons #sfw headcanons

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asteria7fics · 3 months

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Can we have some of your personal style headcanons?

Why yes, dear anon, you absolutely can!

I'll only share SFW ones here, but if you're interested in NSFW ones please let me know d(･∀･○)

This also contains some mild spoilers for the fic I'm currently working on - NOT The Song of Broflovski. If you'd rather go into that totally blind, then maybe skip this answer. Otherwise, read on!

Alright, so let's start from the beginning. I personally write Kyle as figuring out his feelings first, while Stan acts on them first. Neither one is stoked on the idea of coming out (Stan for Randy-trauma related reasons, Kyle for Cartman-trauma related ones) so they don't publicly come out/start actually dating until late high school when they know they're about to skip town and move away to college.

That doesn't stop them from messing around of course, but I'll save that info for a NSFW drop. (¬‿¬)

I also really like the idea of their relationship not changing massively even after they've become an official couple. They still fight, they still do a lot of the same activities together, and they never really adopt any pet names outside of still calling one another 'dude' all the damn time. Just two straight dudes in love, honestly.

Kyle is Stan's #1 defender, and will go to war with douchebags in the comments of Stan's social media posts (hard headcanon him as still being a musician/leaning really hard into his passion for music. Crimson Dawn is definitely still a thing in the Asteriaverse). You dare to talk shit about Stanley Marsh on the internet?? In front of God and everyone?? Baby you're getting doxed. Bye.

He also just unironically loves the music Stan makes, with Crimson Dawn and otherwise. Like, shitty phone recording from a performance as his ringtone kinda love. I think Kyle would have pretty eclectic music taste in general, but I like the idea of them bonding over the kind of stuff Stan would want to make.

I like to think Stan is more of a bad/freeing influence on Kyle. My Kyle has a little bit of a stick up his ass, especially as he gets older and there's more pressure on him to excel in school. Stan really becomes the person that wraps him up in a blanket after a long day of studying, passes him a drink and puts on Monty Python so they both can just relax and have fun together.

And they're absolutely the guys at the party standing in the corner by the drinks, cracking jokes to one another while they watch everyone else make complete asses of themselves. Just in their own little world, until they get properly drunk and end up making out in a bathroom or some shit. Just messy bitches.

They simultaneously communicate extremely well and absolutely horribly. They have the kind of connection where one look says it all, but when it comes down to deeper issues and arguments they're both trash at communicating their feelings. Kyle gets too heated and just starts RANTING while Stan can barely articulate a singular feeling. Eventually Stan figures out that he kinda just has to let Kyle get his shit off his chest and eventually he'll calm down enough to help Stan sort out his feelings too, but those first couple years? Rough haha no smooth sailing for my boys I'm afraid.

Alright, I'm gonna stop here because I could probably sit here and talk about these losers all day. These are pretty surface level, both because I don't want to spoil too much and because I'm always forming new headcanons for them! Really specific ones usually come to me in the moment while I'm writing, so I'll definitely come up with more before this next project is finished!

Thank you very much for the ask!! ( ´⌣`ʃƪ)

#ask asteria #style #headcanons #stan marsh #kyle broflovski #south park #sp fandom

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is-the-snake-video-cute · 1 year

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Quick blog update

Hey all, got a sad update today, but I wanted to keep everyone in the loop and let you know that I might be a little slow with posting for the next few days.

My bearded dragon, Stanley, lost his fight with cancer last night. His symptoms started coming back after only about a year after he had surgery for it, and my vet and I made the decision to euthanize. He had been doing very well and had been completely back to his normal happy self before he took a sudden turn, so it was a devastating shock.

I wanted to share this for a few reasons. The biggest one is that this is a good reminder for all reptile keepers out there - reptiles can be subtle with how they show their pain. Stanley certainly was, he was his happy self right until the end, but catching more subtle signs that his cancer was back early, like noticing how he held himself a bit differently, meant that we were able to catch it before it got very bad again, so we were able to put him to sleep before he had to suffer. I don't say this to scare anyone - this is just a reminder that, if you notice something off with your pet reptile, even if it's something subtle, it's best to take them to the vet for a checkup right away.

Secondly, even though I'm of course very sad, I want to celebrate Stanley's life with you all! Aside from being an awesome pet - he loved to ride around on my shirt, eat apples, and chase jingly cat toys - he was also an ambassador animal, and was an amazing introduction to lizards for a lot of kids. He touched a lot of lives.

Stanley was one of my best buddies in the whole world, so please be patient with me over the next few days; I might take a while to get to some asks. And here's to Stanley - he was one of the best beardies out there!

#not a rating #blog update #lizards #my pets #pet death #animal death

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ohblackdiamond · 3 months

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For the wip game, please

Life and life only - what was the appeal of Victoria Medlin as a pivotal character and love interest over, say, one of Paul's better known past dalliances?

And in similar vein, what attracted you to the idea of writing Paul as a merman?

Thank you!

aw, thanks so much for the questions!

i picked victoria because she is one of the few women paul dated that he doesn't talk about at all in his book. i've only even read one interview from the nineties where he was even asked about her (his only response in the interview is "she killed herself," and then the interviewer changes the subject)-- it's not impossible there are more out there, but that's the only one i could find.

i find the omission interesting because, well, paul doesn't omit very many people from his autobiography and he has a tendency to drag almost everyone he does mention in there (even bruce the mensch managed to get complained about! paul said he farted a lot!). so my feeling is victoria was excluded for a reason-- either she was too painful for him to discuss or he thought talking about her was a little too exposing, or both. let me preface by saying paul has zero obligation to write/talk about any former lovers. however, i don't buy it being a case of her being overall insignificant to his love life-- otherwise, why dedicate his solo album to her (and j.b. fields') memory-- and why the dedication with no last name?

also, she just had that strange, sad aspect to her eyes in the youtube clips of her commercials and her few movie appearances. i liked her.

as far as the second question, what made me attracted to the idea of writing paul as a merman was it allowed me to explore aspects of paul's life that very rarely get written about. through the lens/conceit of being a mer, i was able to go in in a more frank way regarding his microtia and his isolation (i think social isolation as a child isn't something that people tend to focus on that goes a long way to explaining why paul stanley is the way he is) and relationship with julia.

i think i actually started writing the story when the rachael and julia allegations were starting up, and i remember thinking to myself, basically, that his relationship with julia was and always had been dysfunctional, but not in that particular, horrible way that was being claimed. obviously in my story it's very, very heavily fictionalized, but i wanted to look at the resentment julia might feel over having a brother with microtia and feeling that he was petted/spoiled/was hampering her at least in part because of it.

also, i just like mermaids in general and always have. it doesn't mean much (it doesn't mean anything), but paul and ace both wrote water-themed songs ("hard luck woman," "torpedo girl"), and both had weird near-drowning incidents in the seventies. ace has trouble walking, due to poor coordination, being kind of pigeon-toed, and, at the time, inebriation, but wouldn't it be more interesting if it was because he was actually a merman? and yeah, at this point, paul's stiff walk is probably because of his knee replacements, but wouldn't we rather it be from him being a merman, too?

the original fic was supposed to be an ace/gene/paul love triangle of sorts (not quite) where ace and paul were both mers, but paul had already landlocked and ace was about to. that might have been a more popular fic given it was slash all the way instead of het, but, well, i wanted to write one with victoria instead, haha.

thanks for the questions! really made me think!

#kiss fanfiction #fanfic asks

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evergreenstringbean · 12 days

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Fanfiction Masterlist- evergreenstringbean

Please read AO3 tags prior to reading! Some of these are old. Some of these were written for tumblr challenges. Sue me if they're cringe now.

Blue text will detail crossover fanfictions, but are included in both fandom lists. Green will signify oneshots, purple will signify multi-chaptered works. All are completed.

Bandstand

Keeping The Ghosts Away (Nick Radel/Wayne Wright): It happens every night at the same exact time. Wayne doesn't know that Nick isn't asleep this time.

Water and Smoke (Jimmy Campbell/Johnny Simpson): They all want to go on a beach vacation. Jimmy knows he can't handle it, but agrees.

Pets Are The Best Medicine (Nick Radel/Wayne Wright): Nick wants a dog. Wayne, of course, doesn't. Nick, of course, doesn't listen.

Thoughts (Jimmy Campbell/Nick Radel): Jimmy doesn't know why his thoughts seem to never listen to him.

Parallels (Jimmy Campbell & Julia Trojan): Julia can't face the band after Donny tells her what happened to Michael. Jimmy comes to visit her.

Once Upon A Time (Jimmy Campbell/Aaron Miller): Jimmy's so grateful to have Aaron in his life.

Forward (Jimmy Campbell/Johnny Simpson): Jimmy can't move on. But he can more forward.

Palliative (Character Study- No Ship): Palliative Coping: Making the situation more tolerable or keeping it under control without directly taking care of the problem.

Something in Return (Jimmy Campbell/Angelo Maggio): The band is exhausted after a nationwide tour. Jimmy most of all. A night at the Blue Wisp sounds like a good idea to relax. Turns out Jo has hired someone new.

Another Language (Jimmy Campbell/Angelo Maggio): Impromptu duets lead to interesting thoughts as Jimmy learns more about the new employee of The Blue Wisp. Continuation of "Something in Return".

The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals

Here It's Safe and Sound (Ted Spankoffski/Henry Hidgens): Henry doesn't mind the silence anymore, but he really needs a break from it.

Still The Dance Goes On (Ted Spankoffski/Henry Hidgens): Showtunes help Henry with whatever emotion he feels.

Everything's Perfect/Nothing's Real (Ted Spankoffski/Henry Hidgens): Henry theorized this exact scenario thirty years ago. But what if it wasn't simply a theory?

Marvel Cinematic Universe

Which Direction is the Right Direction? (Peter Parker & Tony Stark): It's been one month and Peter gets a call in the middle of class. "He'd tried putting it into his computer, that hadn't worked at all. He'd tried looking through old archives that Pepper had allowed him to scan, nothing. He even tried asking Karen, hoping perhaps the man had sent something about it to him without him knowing. Nope. So, it looked like he was stuck with a million questions and no right answers."

The Postcards Protocol (Peter Parker & Tony Stark): Peter finds out about the Postcards Protocol, and wonders why it's called that.

Prisoner of My Past (Peter Parker & Tony Stark): Peter's finally figured it out, with help from Tony. Sequel to "The Postcards Protocol"

IT (Movies)

some time can bring perspective that we need (Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier): "The moment he made it to the surface, he was booking it out of the house and made no effort to stop. When panic set in with Eddie Kaspbrak, it failed to stop until he was absolutely sure he was out of danger. He was blocks away from Neibolt before he was able to stop for breath, and he was almost regretting tossing his inhaler into the fire while his lungs burned from the exercise. His heart was pounding in his chest, and his mind was swirling with questions he didn’t know the answers to." In which Eddie Kaspbrak gets the ending he deserves.

To Start Over...Somehow (Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier/Stanley Uris): Most of the things he’ll think about are simple. What his plans are for the days ahead, new ideas for material that he’s now, finally, writing on his own…and how the world is one cruel, fucked up place. / or / Richie is learning to cope alone.

letting go of what might have been (Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier/Stanley Uris): Richie's got it all under control...but sometimes he doesn't / or / Richie's still coping.

words we leave unspoken (Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier): Richie "Trashmouth" Tozier has 1500 words left to live. He has more than 1500 words left to say.

From Here to Eternity (Musical)

Another Language (Jimmy Campbell/Angelo Maggio): Impromptu duets lead to interesting thoughts as Jimmy learns more about the new employee of The Blue Wisp. Continuation of "Something in Return".

Sanders Sides

If I Didn't Believe in You (Roman/Logan): Roman doesn't want to go to another party. Logan knows what's really happening.

There Was Janus (Roman/Logan): Roman and Logan get to know each other after working in the same touring production for the last month, when Logan asks how Roman got into acting.

Must Be a Dream (Character Study- No Ship): Logan's alone, but not completely. An imagining of post-WTIT after Logan sinks out of the living room.

Roundabout (Virgil/Roman, Logan/Patton): Virgil's got a new job as a school secretary, a vast change from his old life. He quickly befriends a few fellow faculty members, including one happy-go-lucky drama teacher. As the year goes on, and Virgil begins to form stronger bonds, his reluctance to revisit parts of his past may begin to put a strain on the relationships he holds dear.

When You Smile (Remy/Emile): Remy just wanted to grab a quick coffee. He didn't anticipate the cute stranger dancing in line. Part of the "Roundabout" canon.

Borderline (Established Roman/Virgil & Logan/Patton, Janus/Remus): Following the unexpected death of their mother, Roman and Remus are tasked with cleaning out their parents' attic. Old photos bring up old memories, old trinkets bring up old feelings, but a stack of letters may begin to distort the thoughts of their childhood, or bring their thoughts of it to new light. A world continuation of Roundabout.

The Old Guard

When The Sun Lights The Room (Joe/Nicky): “We should do something today. We could pick up some flowers at a shop this evening,” Joe offers to his love, squeezing his hand in an absent check-in to make sure the man is in fact mentally there as he’d claimed to be. A matching squeeze confirms so and he takes a deep breath. “He should be here.” Thirty years ago, Joe and Nicky lost their son. The "finality" of death still gives them whiplash at the tricks it plays.

Always Starting Over (Joe/Nicky): Nicolo di Genova has lived many different lives. He's fought many wars, saved many lives, and donned many names. But everything's over, and he's too cold. In which Joe loses his immortality and Nicky struggles to cope.

Stand By Me

Think of Me Fondly (Chris Chambers & Gordie LaChance): Gordie LaChance was twelve going on thirteen the first time he saw a dead human being. Gordon LaChance was thirty-eight going on thirty-nine when the newspaper headline knocked the wind out of him.

M*A*S*H

this is life, with the heartache it brings (B.J. Hunnicutt/Benjamin Franklin "Hawkeye" Pierce): It starts with an average day. It ends with nothing being the same. Or, if the American Songbook's "Tribute to the Troops" broadcast took place in 1952 and landed on the ears of the 4077th

Good Omens

I hope you blink before I do (Crowley/Aziraphale): Crowley, after a Hell of a time, sleeps.

Spies Are Forever

All's Fair in Love and Death (Agent Curt Mega/Owen Carvour): Following the final death of Owen Carvour, Agent Curt Mega is thrust into a mission that seems simple at first glance. Retrieve a fellow agent from a completed undercover mission. However, there are a few caveats. For one, the "fellow agent" is a Slozhno. For two, Curt is meant to retrieve the agent in 2016. With the mix of following his mission, learning all about Tatiana's son, and grappling an entirely new world, Curt must leave every stipulation of his real present life behind to protect a potential future at stake.

Detroit: Become Human

So Goes the Roll of the Dice (RK900/Gavin Reed): Gavin Reed and RK900- known as Nines- are ready to move in together, for "convenience" or whatever they claim. What looks to be the ending of a long investigation results in Gavin re-examining the ghosts of his pasts, and the android of his potential future.

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the-silver-peahen-residence · 3 months

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May you write a Fluffy-ish Short Drabble between Alastor and Stanley Perez, please?

((Hello anon, hope your doing alright today. I think I can write something for you. Please give me a moment. Sorry this is late, I might be a little more slower when it comes to drabble requests for a while but sorry this is late.))

Silver butterfly mun/Peahen mom

"Are you done being a angry puppy now?" Alastor looks to his guard who was looking rather grumpy right now. Even seeing his usual stern expression is something he's used to by now.

"I'm fine. You already asked me twice about it. I given you my answer." He said this more times than the radio demon could count. However, it was funny to see him this curious or upset about it. Tilting his head, he gets up from the desk to walk over to him.

"You sure? Your a lot more stubborn but it's cute even so." He tilts his head up but Stanley moves his head away from his hand. His arms still remained crossed.

Though, for a while, the two said nothing before he would only lean in to smile. "Oh come now. I just wanna be sure your alright..."He pouts and Stanley sighed to look at him.

"I said I was fine.....You don't have to worry about it." he said. For a bit, he only goes to grab his arm and pull him toward the couch to sit. "!? Hey what are-" that's when Alastor sits right on his lap but he was petting his head. "......"

"You know if you wanna talk about it you can if you wish. I don't mind." he said softly but he only remains quiet to sigh. Stanley just remains sitting there but lets him pet his head. It was rather nice but he didn't question it too much to look quiet.

#OOC #scattered silver rose petals #ask answered #mun answered #silver butterfly mun #peahen mom #the mansion owner #alastor and stanley #resort fantasy book #anon #peahen writer

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carlisles-girl · 3 years

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veronica’s masterlist

- requests are open -

notice: when requesting, please specify whether you’d like it do be a headcannon, or a oneshot/story !

Heathers

“Our love is god. Let’s go get a slushie.”

Heather Chandler

- Pet Names The Characters Would Use

- Valentines Day Headcannons

Heather Duke

- Pet Names The Characters Would Use

- Valentines Day Headcannons

Heather McNamara

- Pet Names The Characters Would Use

- Valentines Day Headcannons

Veronica Sawyer

- Pet Names The Characters Would Use

- Valentines Day Headcannons

Jason “J.D.” Dean

- Pet Names The Characters Would Use

- Cuddling Jason Dean Headcannons

- Haunted (Jason Dean x Reader)

- Valentines Day Headcannons

- Handwritten, Unsent Letters (Jason Dean x Reader)

- Caffeine Problems (Jason Dean x Reader)

- Jason Dean Dating Someone Taller Than Him Headcannons

The Breakfast Club

“When you grow up, your heart dies.”

John Bender

- Dating John Bender Would Include

- Pet Names The Club Would Use

- How The Club Would React To You Asking For Their Pronouns

- reputation (John Bender x FemReader)

Allison Reynolds

- Pet Names The Club Would Use

- How The Club Would React To You Asking For Their Pronouns

Andrew Clark

- Pet Names The Club Would Use

- How The Club Would React To You Asking For Their Pronouns

Claire Standish

- Pet Names The Club Would Use

- How The Club Would React To You Asking For Their Pronouns

Brian Johnson

- Pet Names The Club Would Use

- How The Club Would React To You Asking For Their Pronouns

Twilight

“I'd never given much thought to how I could die, but dying in the place of someone I love seems like a pretty good way to go.”

Bella Swan

Edward Cullen

- Pet names that Cullens would use

- The Cullens’ Love Languages

- The Cullens With A Chaotic Mate

- You Know They’re A Vampire

Alice Cullen

- Pet names the Cullens would use

- The Cullens’ Love Languages

- The Cullens With A Chaotic Mate

- You Know They’re A Vampire

Jasper Hale

- Pet names the Cullens would use

- The Cullens’ Love Languages

- The Cullens With A Chaotic Mate

- You Know They’re A Vampire

- Dating Jasper Would Include

- Dating Both Carlisle Cullen And Jasper Hale

Rosalie Hale

- Pet names the Cullens would use

- The Cullens’ Love Languages

- The Cullens With A Chaotic Mate

- You Know They’re A Vampire

Emmett Cullen

- Pet names the Cullens would use

- The Cullens’ Love Languages

- The Cullens With A Chaotic Mate

- You Know They’re A Vampire

Carlisle Cullen

- Pet names the Cullens would use

- The Cullens’ Love Languages

- The Cullens With A Chaotic Mate

- You Know They’re A Vampire

- Dating Both Carlisle Cullen And Jasper Hale

Esme Cullen

- Pet names the Cullens would use

- The Cullens’ Love Languages

- The Cullens With a Chaotic Mate

Caius Volturi

- Caius With A Human Mate

- Watching A Horror Movie With The Volturi

- Caius With A Taylor Swift And A Lana Del Rey Fan For A Mate

Aro Volturi

- Aro With A Human Mate

- Aro With An Artistically Inclined Mate

- Watching A Horror Movie With The Volturi

Marcus Volturi

- Marcus With An Introverted Mate

- Marcus With A Human Mate

- Watching a Horror Movie With The Volturi

Demetri Volturi

I Am Not Okay With This

“Just, sometimes it feels like the people I love don't love me back.”

Stanley Barber

- Meeting Stanley Barber For The First Time

Five Nights At Freddy’s

“I always come back.”

William Afton

- Random William Afton Headcannons (non-romantic)

- William Afton As Songs (A Playlist)

- the red means i love you (William Afton x Reader) (Short)

Michael Afton

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maximumjinx · 3 years

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Steven Universe Gravity Falls AU

~Yknow what they say, if you run out of content, ya gotta make it yourself. This is a ? shot (I might continue or not who knows not me) please don’t ask for more I have 18 unfinished fanfics on this site.~

California was nice, Steven had to admit. The people were nice, the food was fantastic, and the weather was splendid. It reminded him a lot of Beach City. Though there were just so many people, and traveling north, Steven was beginning to long for something small and simple again.

Oregon was the perfect place for that, right?

“Ronaldo wants pictures of Bigfoot, and if anyone can find him, its you Steven.” Petey’s voice was faint on Steven’s phone speaker, tossed into the passenger seat as Steven blindly picked a highway exit.

“Sure Petey, but couldn’t Ronaldo just go to a circus?”

“Not big feet Steven,” Petey emphasized, “Bigfoot.”

“Saying it twice isn’t helping buddy.” Steven was half paying attention. He was focusing on the winding roads and the looming trees surrounding him. Deep, in the pit of Steven’s stomach, he felt something start to tug him toward one direction farther away from the highway. He wasn’t quite sure if it was a good or bad feeling yet.

“Forget it, I’m going to take a blurry photo of that mean Gem in the woods and say its Bigfoot.”

“Just don’t let Jasper catch you, she’s no joke when she’s angry.”

“I saw her ripping grass out of the ground I think I’ll be fine. Later dude.”

Steven heard a small click and smiled to himself. He’s happy to see how far the people of Beach City have come and how they’ve taken to the gems. He remembers when the Crystal Gems were once the outcasts of town that locals warned you to stay away from.

He looked up to see a welcome sign.

“Gravity falls. Well, that’s a funny name.”

—

Steven wanted small and simple but he feels he may have overshot it.

This small town had exactly three attractions. A town museum that mentioned marrying woodpeckers (Steven couldn’t figure out if that was a normal human thing, like taxes and velcro), a small diner, and as one local described it ‘some tourist trap’ deep in the woods. It was a sticky summer day and the former two attractions didn’t have airconditioning. Steven gambled on the last stop in hopes of stretching his legs and maybe finding a source to the strange feeling in his gut. It had become much stronger since he entered this small town. Alluring, but nothing related to Gems as far as Steven could tell.

He parked in the nearly empty lot and stepped out. Jacket wrapped loosely around his hips, Steven made his way inside.

A girl that looked about 13 was petting a pig on the front porch. She was incredibly reflective, and depsite the heat wore a knitted bedazzled sweater that made her glow like a disco ball in the sun.

She looked Steven up and down as he approached, a wide smile taking up her face and Steven saw bright braces with colored bands.

“Hi!” She launched upwards, startling the pig away, “I’m Mabel, but you can call me anytime.” The girl winked and stuck out her hand, palm facing the floor.

Steven blinked.

“Mabel, stop scaring away the customers!” A gruff voice yelled through the screen door, and soon an older man stepped out in a suit, wearing a fez and eyepatch.

Immediately the old man squinted at Steven, sizing him up.

Stanley Pines knew this teen wasn’t local, but he wasn’t sure if he had any money. For all he knew he was another boy trying to hit on his giftshop cashier, Wendy.

Oh well, a customer is a customer.

“Come in, come in, and see our mystical and magical wonders!”

“Magical?” This could be it, Steven could figure out why this town has felt off. Maybe it was gem related after all.

Quickly this older man who had introduced himself as Mr. Mystery gave Steven a tour of what looked like failed taxidermy projects. Now Steven may have a lived a sheltered childhood, but he felt pretty confident there was no such thing as a Sashcrotch. And so far, nothing had felt magical or mysterious.

“That concludes our tour! Here is our mistifying giftshop and it’s purchasable wonders!”

“Right...” Well, at the very least he was able to spend some time in airconditioning.

There was a girl behind the desk in plaid that looked about Steven’s age, and just a half inch shorter than him. She looked bored, flipping through a magazine as a young boy that looked a lot like Mabel made googly eyes as he swept by the door.

Steven guessed there was no harm in asking around.

“Hi, I’m Steven.” He smiled easily, walking up to the register.

“No refunds, even if an exhibit bit you.” She sighed, peeking up before turning back to her magazine.

“Oh no, nothing bit me, I just wanted to know something.”

She looked up to get a better look at Steven and gave a small smirk.

“Sure, but only because I like your shirt. Mr. Universe merch, now that’s a deep cut.”

Unbeknownst to Steven, Dipper Pines would had been watching the exchange felt a twinge of uneasiness as this out of towner talked with Wendy.

“Have you ever seen anything strange or weird actually happen in this town?”

Wendy’s smile dropped.

“Why do you ask?” Her eyes flickered to Dipper, just for a moment, and that was all he needed to rush over.

“Excuse me sir, please buy something or exit the store.” Dipper spoke in the deepest voice he could muster.

Steven looked over with a questioning expression.

“Oh sure uh-“ He blindly reached for the wad of bills that his dad had given to him before he left. Steven pulled out a hundred dollar bill and put it on the counter. Wendy looked up baffled as Steven stuffed the other cash back in his wallet.

“Boy was I wrong about you kid!” Mr. Mystery, seemingly materializing out of nowhere, now bounded over. He had loosened his tie and lost the eyepatch which turned out he never needed.

“Whaddya wanna know? I’ll tell you everything. There’s gnomes in the woods you know-“

“Grunkle Stan!” Dipper protested loudly, dragging his Stan away and harshly whispering at him.

“Did you steal that money?” Wendy asked as Steven watched the pair whisper fight in the corner. He turned back to the girl and gave a sheepish smile.

“Uh no, my dad gave it to me before this roadtrip. He’s actually Mr. Universe.”

Wendy lit up.

“No freaking way! Your dad is Mr. Universe? I only got into him since he managed Sadie Killer and the Suspects and they always perform covers of his songs on tour, I can’t believe he’s your dad!” She rambled, stars in her eyes. Steven beamed, he loved when people praised his dad’s music. Greg really deserved it.

Steven learned Wendy’s name and they swapped stories back and forth, only interrupted as the girl from outside slowly rose from the behind the counter beaming.

“A cute musician that loves weird stuff, take me now.” She swooned. Steven blushed profusely, not used to the attention.

“Sorry, my girlfriend Connie probably wouldn’t like that very much.” He said gently. Mabel looked him up and down and pouted.

“I can wait, but not forever.” She warned, and winked, bounding to break apart her grunkle and Dipper, who are now whisper screaming with arms flailing.

“I wasn’t going to mention that Dorito shaped jerk! Just the normal stuff!”

“It’s dangerous! He could be a spy, or government, or another stack of gnomes!”

Steven raised an eyebrow and looked at Wendy. She chuckled and shrugged. Steven carefully approached them.

“He can hear everything you’re saying anyways so might as well tell him!” Mabel interrupted, nodding towards Steven as he came up.

“If it makes you feel any better, I’m definitely not government.” Steven technically didn’t exist at all. He never had a social security card and didn’t have a birth certificate.

Dipper only glared. Rich strangers with an interest in the paranormal didn’t come through gravity falls without some kind of agenda.

Steven hated the conflict he was starting. No information was worth this family fighting.

“Okay,” he surrendered, hands up, “I’ll just go. I’ll stick around town until tomorrow if you change your minds”

“Wait Steven-”

“Let him go Wendy,” Dipper glared as the boy in pink walked out, “We can’t trust him.”

“But I was going to ask for Sadie tickets...” Wendy groaned, defeated.

“There’s something weird about him.”

“Great!” Mabel beamed, “He’ll fit right in.”

~.~

Steven wasn’t crazy about sleeping in his car, but was seriously considering it after seeing the state of his motel room. It looked like it hadn’t been used in decades, a thin line of dust covering every surface. He was also pretty sure they didn’t even have free ice.

“Wish Pearl were here..” He mumbled, exhausted. He curled up on top of the covers, fully clothed, and let sleep take him.

Being Steven Universe however, meant rest was sure to allude the half alien.

Steven found himself in a dark space, fog all around him. Before a word could come out of his mouth he heard a fast, repetitive muttering.

“Stranger...Wendy looked pretty today..Can’t trust...Tell no one...Ford isn’t here..”

“What, the-” Steven quietly walked toward the source of dialogue, and saw the faded silhouette of the boy from the Mystery Shack. His back was turned to him, but Steven recognized the blue vest and mosquito bitten legs.

“I thought I was over the dream hopping.” Steven spoke a tad too loudly, starting the young boy - Dipper.

“What-” Dipper’s eyes grew wide in panic, and the boy fell back harshly.

“No, no, you can’t be in my head!”

“Wait, I’m not-” Steven tried to reassure him, stepping carefully towards the boy but Dipper let out a screech of terror, sweat gathering around his temples.

“Bill sent you didn’t he?! He’s not really gone- he’s going to hurt Mable again-” Dipper began to hyperventilate.

“Dipper please,” Steven took a step back, arms in the air in surrender.

“I-”

“I’m not going to hurt you I swear on the gems.” He placed a hand over his heart. “This is a total invasion of privacy but it’s something that happens when someone’s emotions are out of control-”

“How are you here?” Dipper demanded, scrambling to his feet. “Tell me what you are and what you want.”

“I’m just passing through!” Steven insisted, then lowered his tone to calm the younger boy. “I’m kinda of magnet for weird stuff. I just wanted to help in case anything was going on.”

“We deal with things just fine around here.” Dipper spat, then watched as Steven deflated. He seemed tired, like he hasn't slept well in a while.

“So what are you anyways? How can you be here?”

Steven winced, and laughed nervously. “It’s kind of a long story..”

Dipper raised and eyebrow and swept his arm around the void dramatically.

“You have until dawn.”

“I thought that was a conspiracy theory, it wasn’t even covered by major news outlets.” Dipper look exhausted, cross legged on the unseen floor as he ran his hands through his hair.

“I think Garnet is pretty persuasive when it comes to government and reporters. They all kinda fall in love with her.”

“She’s the one that’s really two aliens?”

Steven shook his head with a small smile. “It’s hard to explain but yes, I guess that comes close.”

“That’s actually insane. I’m insane, aren’t I?” Dipper stood up, leaving Steven on sitting next to an empty space. “It’s been too quiet around here and now I’m so desperate for weird, that I’m making it all up in my head.”

“I get that feeling.” Steven smiled without humor, “but no, this is real. I’ll prove it when you wake up.” Steven felt a shift, the fog in the void getting denser.

“Sooner than I thought, you’re an early riser huh?”

Dipper looked back at Steven, panicked. “You’ll come to the Shack again right? In just a bit?”

Steven smiled. “Promise.”

Dipper woke up to his sister braiding his hair. Mabel still had her pjs on, and a make up kit next to the bed. Dipper frowned, tasting strawberry shortcake.

“Stop testing party looks on me, Mabel.”

“Stop having my face structure and maybe I will.” She grinned, covered in blue glitter.

Dipper quickly washed up and got dressed for the day, feeling like he was anxiously waiting for something but not quite remembering what.

He felt like he had a strange dream last night...

He quickly remembered, choking on cereal as Steven walked into the shack right as it opened. Hair slightly frizzy from the heat and eyes strangely tired. Maybe dream hopping took energy that he anticipated.

“Steven!”

“Meal ticket!”

“Grunkle Stan.” Mabel chastised as Dipper rushed over to the older boy.

“Good morning everyone.”

Dipper stopped short, slightly hoping that everything he experienced wasn’t just his imagination. That everything exciting and weird and interesting wasn’t always trying to kill him, ruin his life, or steal his candy.

Steven looked tired, like he had been doing this much longer than Dipper, but he had still come out with enough energy to smile.

“Not insane?” Dipper asked hopefully, quietly. Steven snapped his attention from his Grunkle and Mable bickering down to the Dipper. He gave a reassuring smile, eyes quite serious.

“Not insane.”

#I feel like I made up a strange tension but please don't ship them THEYRE FOUND FAMILY #Steven universe #gravity falls #universe falls #???#what's the tag?#dipper pines #Mabel pines #grunkle stan #stan pines #bill cipher #this is something or maybe nothing idk people need to give me plot ideas #probably no plot just one shot series

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fruitcoops · 3 years

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If you’re up for more of a series could you possibly write the part of Remus recovering at home after leaving the game (the one with the stick to the face) and Sirius having to take care of him and all that?

Yes, I can! I’m so glad you guys are enjoying the continuation of something I wrote so long ago <3 Side note: I would give my left foot to be part of the Lions groupchat. Sweater Weather credit goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for bruises and blood

Sirius was worried. Even though Remus claimed he felt fine, he was just fine, everything was fine, a small seed of doubt lingered in the back of his mind. He had dozed off in the car on the way home—Sirius’ heart had stuttered for a moment before the swelling-enhanced snores started. His phone lit up every few seconds, but he didn’t dare take his eyes off the road for even a millisecond, just in case.

Remus woke when the car stopped and immediately winced. “What’s wrong?” Sirius asked, taking the hand that rested on his thigh.

“Just hurts.” Remus kissed his knuckles as best he could. His skin felt strange, and the edge of the tape was an unfamiliar sensation next to the softness of his lips. Sirius collected their gear from the trunk, then helped him up the front steps; just as he went to unlock the door, he felt Remus’ hand tighten on his forearm. “I hate not being able to see well.”

Sirius kissed his temple. “That’s what you’ve got me for.”

Hattie stopped in her tracks as soon as the door opened, and Remus frowned. “Hatters? Where are you, sweet girl?”

“She’s here.” Sirius whistled for her and crouched, setting their bags aside while Remus sat crosslegged on the floor and held his arms out. Hattie’s tail wagged low, almost as if she was afraid; she glanced up at Sirius, who tilted his head back toward Remus. “Go on, mon chou, he’s not going to break.”

“C’mere,” Remus said softly, shifting in her direction. “C’mere, babycakes. I need some cuddles right now—there we go. Okay, Hat Trick, okay.”

Sirius carefully closed the door as Hattie climbed into Remus’ lap and let him hug her, resting her chin on his shoulder. “Good girl,” Sirius said softly. A quiet sniffle led to a flinch. “Re? What’s wrong?”

“I fucking love our dog.” His voice sounded even more clogged than before.

“Are you alright?”

“It really hurts.” A shuddering breath made Hattie nuzzled closer. “Hey, good girl. I love you.”

Sirius sat down next to them and wrapped his arm around Remus’ shoulder, tracing a pattern with his thumb. “Deep breaths. You can take more Tylenol in a few hours. Let’s go get some ice, yeah?”

“Can I stay here with her?”

“Of course.” Sirius kissed the top of his head and gave Hattie a gentle pet before walking into the kitchen and grabbing an ice pack out of the freezer, as well as a towel to wrap it. The last thing Remus needed was a freezer-burned bruise. They were in the same position when he came back, though Remus raised his head from her thick fur when he heard him coming. “I’m going to put it on your face, okay?”

“Okay.” Remus sighed when the ice pressed against his eye and one hand came up to cradle Sirius’, running carefully down to his wrist. “Love you.”

“I love you, too. I was thinking about making some soup if you want to hang here for a bit.”

Remus nodded silently, though his lower lip wobbled in the one spot it wasn’t puffy. Sirius carefully transferred the ice pack to his hand and ran his thumbs over Remus’ cheekbones—usually they were sharp enough to cut glass, but now they were purple and overheated under his touch. He kissed each one before going back to the kitchen.

After grabbing some soup from the freezer and turning the stove on, he finally took his phone out. You Have: 20 New Messages

Message From: J ;)

Did you get home safe?

Call me when u can

Lil is worried ☹

Tell Re we send big hugs

Message From: Tremz <3

Lmk when you get home

Leo is making soup for u

Bringing it over demain matin and won’t let us have any :(((

Message From: Bliz

Nat sends her love for Re

Remember ice packs and NO IBUPROFEN DUMBASS

Ily

Message From: Dumo

Sa mère est inquiète

Send text when home safe, love you

Message From: Walkie Talkie :P

U okay? Sending lots of love

Lmk if you need soup or smth <3

Message From: Hope <3

Thank you for the call honey <3

Tell Remus not to look at his phone and keep us updated please

Love you so much <3

Message From: Baby Rookie

I’m bringing y’all soup and that’s a threat

NO IBUPROFEN OR I’LL TP UR HOUSE

Big hugs for Re <333

Sirius laughed under his breath.

Message To: STANLEY CUP CHAMPS FUCK YES

Home safe. Re is fine, getting lots of cuddles from Hattie. Thanks for the messages.

He sent a few more texts to the individual people and, after a quick conversation with Hope, stirred the soup until it began to bubble. Remus entered the kitchen a few seconds after he took two bowls out of the cupboard. “Smells good.”

“It does. Are the lights bugging you?”

“Nah. At least I can see.”

Sirius poured out two portions and set one in front of Remus, handing him a spoon as well. “Careful, it’s hot.”

The corner of his mouth twitched. “Can’t cook it cold.”

Sirius’ phone began to ping several times in rapid succession and he turned the ringer off quickly, checking the screen to make sure there wasn’t an emergency. “Leo’s bringing us soup in the morning.”

“Neat. Is everyone else okay?” Remus blew the steam off his spoon.

“The guys are all worried about you.” Sirius glanced back up, only to see Remus staring down at his soup bowl, frozen in place. “Re? Sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

“Is this my mom’s?” he asked in a small voice.

Sirius wracked his brain. “…I think so? It was in the freezer. Is that okay?”

He nodded silently and a tear dripped down his cheek. “ ‘s fine.”

“Are you sure?” He reached across the counter and pressed Remus’ hand between his own, wiping his cheek dry.

“God, I miss them. You called her, right? To let her know I’m fine?”

“I did. She told me to give you something.”

Remus’ eyebrows drew together and he looked up. “What?”

Sirius scooted around the table and wrapped his arms around Remus, pulling him in for a tight hug and pressing his face into his curls. “This.”

“Thank you.” Remus went a little boneless against him. “I needed that.”

“I bet. Do you want me to give them another call so you can talk to her?”

Remus squinted at the clock. “It’s pretty late.”

“They’re still awake.”

“Could we?” Remus dug around in his pocket and handed it to Sirius, who dialed Hope’s number and put it on speakerphone.

The call connected on the first ring. “Hello?”

“Hey, mom.”

“Are you okay, love?” Hope sounded like she was on the verge of tears already. “You sound a little funny.”

“A little banged up, but I’m alright.” Remus gripped Sirius’ hand tightly. “We heated up the soup you left us.”

“Oh, I’m so glad. Have you taken any Tylenol? Ibuprofen is bad for bruises, but I don’t know how much pain you’re in.” Her voice hitched at the end of the sentence.

“Mom, it’s okay,” Remus said gently. “It’s okay, I promise I’m fine. It looked worse than it was.”

Looks pretty bad to me. “Hestia took really good care of him,” Sirius said instead. “We got home safe and we’re icing up now.”

“What’s the healing look like? Sirius said you didn’t have a concussion.”

Thank you, Remus mouthed before turning back to the phone. “About two weeks, mostly for the little scrapes.”

The ‘little scrapes’ were held together by strips of medical tape, but once again, Sirius kept his thoughts to himself. “The blood was just a regular old nosebleed and a cut on the lip.”

Hope paused and they heard a new voice in the background. “Alright. Is it okay if Jules and your father say goodnight?”

“Yeah, totally.” Remus sniffled and Sirius silently handed him a tissue.

The line crackled for a moment. “Re?”

“Hey, buddy!” All trace of pain and exhaustion disappeared from his voice. “How’s it going?”

“Are you still bleeding?”

“Nope, my nose is a-okay. I’ve got a pretty cool black eye, though. Kinda look like a pirate.”

“The announcers were saying you were really hurt.” Jules’ voice wavered and Sirius’ heart broke a bit.

“Well, they were wrong.” Remus leaned closer to the phone, as if he could reach right through it. “In two weeks I’ll be good as new. I was really lucky.”

“Okay,” Jules still sounded unsure. “Mom says I have to go to bed.”

“Yeah, it’s late, buddy. Sleep well. I love you.”

“Love you, too.”

There was a rustling noise. “Remus?”

“Hey, dad.” The exhaustion returned and Sirius rubbed his back gently, letting him lean on his shoulder.

After a moment of hesitation, Lyall sighed. “Alright, they’re in the other room. What actually happened?”

“High stick from the Ravens caught me in the face. No concussion, just bruises and swelling.”

“Do I want to ask Sirius to send me a picture?”

Remus winced. “Probably not.”

He sighed again. “I’m sorry we can’t come out and see you.”

“Don’t worry about it, dad,” Remus said softly. “Really, I’m okay. It sucks, it hurts, I’ll ice it and be fine.”

“Sirius, are you there?”

“I’m here.”

“If he starts pulling some ‘go back to practice early’ bullshit—”

“Dad—”

“—don’t let him. If you have to lock him in the bathroom, I promise to cover for you.”

“Yes, sir,” Sirius laughed.

Lyall chuckled on the other end as Remus groaned. “Love you.”

“Love you, too. If Sirius locks me in a bathroom, I’m citing you in the court case.”

“There won’t be enough witnesses if he does it right. Sleep well, kiddo. Thanks for calling.”

“Love you,” Remus said again as the call ended. He blew out a long breath and leaned his forehead on Sirius’ chest. “Thank you for that.”

“Ne rien, mon loup. You should eat and then take a shower.”

“Are you saying I smell?” Remus teased.

“Yes, I am. I also think you’ll feel better if you do.”

They ate in silence; both were hungry, so it wasn’t long before Remus walked carefully up the stairs. Sirius checked the groupchat as he poured himself a third bowl of soup. You Have: 7 New Messages.

Message From: STANLEY CUP CHAMPS FUCK YES

DETAILS CAP

That is the blandest fucking response I’ve ever read

I’m guessing y’all are alive then???

Y’all

Haha y’all

Ok gator boy

Give Hattie lots of kisses from us and also GIVE US DETAILS

Message To: STANLEY CUP CHAMPS FUCK YES

What do you want to know??? We got home, ate soup, called parents, and now Re is showering

You’re so fucking nosy jfc

Also cut Rookie some slack it’s hard being so far from his swamp

Message From: STANLEY CUP CHAMPS FUCK YES

From the bottom of my heart, go fuck yourself.

He doesn’t have to he has Remus

Pots I’m going to remove your kneecaps

Sirius paused just before responding. Despite the quiet of the house, he couldn’t hear the shower running. “Re?”

“Up here.”

“Did you take a shower already?”

“Not yet.”

The bathroom door was ajar and the light was on when he entered their bedroom; Remus stood at the sink, staring into the mirror as he felt along the edges of the butterfly tape at his lip. “Did something happen?”

“It’s worse than I thought.” Sirius stepped inside and joined him, staring at their reflections. The stripes that marked the stick’s edges had turned almost indigo since they left the rink; no less than six pieces of tape decorated the places between mottled bruises. Remus reached up to touch his cheekbone and Sirius guided his hand back down.

“Poking it won’t help.”

“Two weeks, huh?”

“That’s what Hestia told me.”

“Will you help me get the tape off?”

Sirius patted the edge of the counter and Remus pushed himself up on it, leaning forward for easy access. The first one was easy—a small cut just below his brow. It slid away without an issue and Sirius pressed a gentle kiss to the spot, then moved on to the next one. They fell into a rhythm—one side, second side, slow pull, and a kiss, until only two were left.

Remus hissed in pain as he lifted the edge of the tape across the bridge of his nose and Sirius shushed him softly, moving to the other side. “Two more, sweetheart.”

“Just rip it off.”

Sirius gave him a look. “Absolutely not.”

“I’ll do it.”

“No, you won’t, because that would be a stupid idea.”

Remus huffed, but didn’t protest. His jaw ticked as Sirius pulled the last bit off. “Can we leave the lip one?”

“Not unless you want an infection.”

“You’d be a good PT.”

“I would be the worst PT.” Sirius worked the inner edge free. “I know, like, ten stretches and basic first aid. My bedside manner sucks, too, and I’d pass the fuck out if someone asked me to set a bone for them.”

“Good points all around,” Remus laughed.

The motion pulled the last of the tape off and Sirius held it up with a grin. “All done. Hey, your swelling is down. I can see your eyes now.”

The slight gleam of amber brightened as Remus smiled. “I thought I could see a little better.”

“Do you want company?”

Remus thought for a moment, prodding the cut on his lip with his tongue. “As much as I’d love to invite you in, I think I need a second to myself.”

“Cool.” Sirius kissed his cheek and stepped out of the bathroom. “Yell if you need anything. I’ll be in bed.”

He made a pit stop downstairs to gather Hattie and bring Remus’ ice pack up, and by the time he finally slid between the sheets it was nearly midnight. Remus came out of the bathroom a few minutes later, looking happier but still incredibly worn out. He took another Tylenol and snuggled up against Sirius’ side with a quiet hum, laying the ice pack over his face once again.

“Sleep tight, Re.”

“Love you.”

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bottledemotion · 2 years

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The Cries of our Tune, The Laughter in our Melodies (Part 2/3)

- Venti X Bard Females Reader; Part 2/3

- Reader looks like a Bard, but she’s more of the type of person who compose, sings, and plays instruments as a hobby.

- 5k+ words; Rated

- warning/s: Angst, implied/referenced manipulation, implied/referenced canon characters death (it's not you I swear this time-), mention and use of alcohol (drink responsibly, please!)

- Navigation: Part 1: Let The Wind Hear You, Part 2: Let The Wind Guide You, Part 3: Let The Wind Tell You

- A.N: I promise I'll add the keep reading thingy once I gain access to my laptop.

: This fic looks like I'm encouraging people to drink but I'm totally not. I hate the taste of alcohol, so feel free to correct me and such if I did it wrong.

The glide of his pale fingers from the strings of his lyre flows to the area like a wind. From the strum of his fingers, he released a wind under his fingertips and let it breeze past him, caressing his black twin braided hair with aqua on its tip along the branches and the grass be it from the tree he's residing on or underneath him.

He's sitting on one of the branches of the towering oak tree located at the center of Windrise, shading himself from the glare of the sunlight that the sun provides every Tuesday mid afternoon. Venti lazily swayed his dangling covered feet and legs in the air, not minding the height that he'll fall on if he's not careful enough. He can see the blurred form of the city of Mondstadt from his location. He can also hear the bustling sound of the streets even from here thanks to the winds that carry the joys of their tunes from their voices alone whenever it goes.

Yet despite those. None of the winds hold the joy of the voice and even music of a certain female bard residing from Mondstadt.

All he hears is either a dull tune or high shockwave of her emotions. All of it being conveyed be it through her voice or music she plays on her fiddle.

The music she plays is like her way of self defense, or maybe a way to call for help. Whatever it was, all it received was silence from the people, and even from the wind.

From his thoughts, it made his fingers twitch. He wants to respond to her cries. Yet he can't.

How can he in the first place? This is different from Dvalin. This is different to Stanley.

How can he give her freedom when she willingly gave hers in the first place?

How can he, a God of freedom, give her the freedom without demanding her to take it back? Is it still freedom when it was demanded to you by a God?

Venti shook his head and turned his focus back on his lyre instead to continue playing. He plucks more string to the lyre, following his first tune by creating another one that dances with the wind. From the dance, he joined in with a hum under his breath. The tune he hum is new and unfamiliar, the ones that no one has ever heard of. Yet if you ask him, it's one of the very old tunes he used to hear to someone.

To someone he accompanied with so long ago. To someone who used to have short black hair with small twin braids hanging on each side just like his. To someone who used to play the lyre he caressed with. To someone who used to hum different kinds of tunes under his breath and exclaim loudly that they'll write a song about the tunes he made, only to forget it later. To someone who looks at him full of joy, who lets him accompany him on his journey, who pet him softly on the head, holds him from both of his hands, rubs his nose, cheeks and forehead to his small form.

To someone who stood tall on the war only to fall back down with an arrow speared straight to their heart.

He shook his head. He got so lost from his thoughts that he stopped playing the lyre, again.

Venti sighs. He really needs to stop going back to the past, or just stop thinking about certain people that made him feel something. Something lost, something hollow that he doesn't want to tell it out loud. He reminds himself about this a thousand times.

Yet look at what it still leads him until today.

He shook his head again and turned his attention back on his lyre instead. He won't let his thoughts ruin his day. He won't let his thoughts ruin the peace and quiet he's on. He just found a perfect place to practice his tunes after all.

"If your goal is to make your audience sleep on your performance, then this duel will be a child's play." A dull familiar voice cut through his tune and day.

Or so he thought.

His strumming stopped, so was his upcoming soft smile that was supposed to curl on his lips, instead it turned into a frown.

Way to ruin the moment, he guess.

"It already makes me sick on how or why people believe you're the "Most Popular Bard of Mondstadt"."

Venti took a deep breath and let it all out, all just to calm the raging storm of annoyance bubbling from his mind. With one more inhale and exhale of deep breath, he turned his head to where the voice came from.

Speak of the devil and it shall appear. There, below him is the female bard who stops his performance to initiate a 'dual'. The female bard who's also the one who's responsible for invading his thoughts not so long ago. With her arms crossed, one eyebrow raised and narrowed dull (e/c) eyes bore to his. Eyes no longer shine of life and determination when she looks at him, now it's full of blandness and nonchalant boredom.

He wants to ask where did the shine that lit up a life to her (e/c) eyes go?

Venti chuckles and turns his attention back on his lyre. He plucked some string again, creating another soft tune.

"You do realize that lyre mostly emit soft tunes, right?" He said while continue playing his lyre.

"Then try harder."

He felt his eyebrow and mouth twitch together.

"I like playing soft tunes." Venti said and slowly turned his attention back to the (h/c) haired girl. "Not only does it sound soft but it also helps me bring joy and peacefulness I felt, and I want others to feel those too by listening to my tunes."

"Music is not all about whether the tune hurts your ears or not." He added.

He heard her hum under her breath "That is true. Music can be also all about what's behind the tune and story it plays. The story you want to tell. The feelings you want them to hear. Music can be an escape to reality, a self defense to hide your true intention." She listed on. Her voice getting quiet on the last two sentences, like those are what she's doing right now.

Which she is

Venti smiled. It's strain and bitter, but it is a smile that most see as kind and friendly one, despite hiding many feelings about it.

"Glad to know we see eye to eye." He said with a hum to her way.

She's not so bad after all, he thought-

"But let's not forget that people perceive things differently." She blurted, cutting through his train of thoughts about her.

"People have different perspectives and opinions on every topic. Yes you convey the message you want to portray, but some people will see and understand what you convey differently."

"So in my 'perspective', I conclude that your music expresses us to sleep dead rather than to stay awake to face you." She deadpanned.

His smile and eyebrow twitch again. "You really have to say that." He said with a sigh.

"Why? It's constructive criticism."

Venti sighs, is that what people use to hide the offensiveness from their words?

Venti places his wooden lyre under his left armpit and pushes himself out of the branch. He let his body fall fast for a moment till he released a soft gust under his fingertips to cushion his fall a little. He made sure that what he did was not noticeable to the female bard before landing both of his feet softly to the grass and facing the intruder in front of him.

"Well, what do you suggest to improve my performance oh great Bard-sama." He said with an exaggerated tone.

He watched her face scrunch up on what he said in amusement.

"My name is [Name]. Not "Bard-sama" you cheeky brat."

"And this cheeky brat you speak off is Venti, Bard-sama." He said, continue using the nickname to spite her.

Anything to remove the dull tone from her eyes

He watched her pinch the bridge of her nose and huffed under her breath. "Fine, be that way." She gritted out under her breath.

"Anyway, since I found you, I forgot to tell you that the duel will begin on the second day of the Windblume Festival. I also changed a minor detail which is the location of our performance. It'll be on the plaza instead of the Angel's Share."

He raised an eyebrow. "That minor detail is a major one." He pointed out. "Also, you didn't even confined me about this change. What if I discovered this on the day of our duel."

"Well, good thing you found out early then."

She's really testing out his patience. He can feel it even if her expression is neutral.

"Also, you're hard to find."

"You found me now though." He sassed back, amusement can be heard from his tone.

"I heard your music not far from here." [Name] nonchalantly admits. "Followed it which leads me to you."

He opened his mouth and was about to point out that his music is not that loud to be heard enough even when someone is near when she turns her back to his.

"Anyway, now that I found you and said what I need to say, there's no purpose to my stay here anymore. So I'll take my leave."

Venti watches her head turn a little to her left side to side glance at him. He can feel her dull pointed (e/c) eye looking his way.

"Goodluck. You'll need it."

As soon as she said that, she turned her head away from him and started walking away from him. Leaving him alone in the woods and also to his thoughts.

But once her figure disappeared in the distance, he chuckled. Quietly at first, till it turns into a full blown giggle. He can feel his smile under his pale hand.

And she calls her the cheeky brat one, when she's the one being cheeky.

He laughed and laughed until he ran out of breath. He laughed till it got silent again for him to hear the chirp of the birds, the sway of the leaves and branches again, like nothing happened at all.

Like her presence here not long ago was never meant to happen. Like her disturbance to his day was no one's intention, not even hers.

He pondered her words again. She heard his music despite being too low for everyone to hear besides himself.

It's like the wind listen to his thoughts, unconsciously making the wind guide her to him.

The wind listens to him and hears his problems which brings the solution(?) to his.

Yet why can't it do those to hers?

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The pitter patter of the raindrops is hypnotizing to watch.

Yet it'll never be enough for her to accept its apology for ruining her day.

[Name] rapidly tapped her boot to the concrete floor. The click of her boots connecting to the floor has been drowned to the loud downpour of the storm, making her sour mood more bitter.

It was supposed to be a perfect day for her. A perfect day to look for inspiration that can help her make the lyrics of her music in the library, but instead she found herself taking refuge outside of the Knights of Favounius headquarters.

Apparently the library got closed due to an accident that involves an alchemy student in training from Fontaine accidentally dropped one of their potions there while researching which results in a freaky accident that angers a certain librarian. What's worse is that as she was about to leave the library, every archon existing decided to shove a middle finger to her face and make her day worse by bringing a storm to Mondstadt.

[Name] sighed and ran her (s/c) fingers through her (h/c) hair in frustration. She'll get nowhere in this state. She wants to finish this so she can have more time to think on how to make the faker suffer silently yet more painful for taking the title that wasn't his once she won the competition.

"Waaahh! It's still raining!!"

A loud voice managed to slice through the sound of the raging storm.

[Name] slowly turned her attention to where the voice came from and saw a young female child peeking behind the large dark oak wood doors. Half of her body is hidden behind the doors, while the other is shown for her to see. The child's head is tilted sideways while looking at the rain, making the red hat with cute designs slide down a little from her platinum blond hair tied on lower pigtails barely holding on from her head and hair. She watched the kid remove herself behind the door and slowly walk towards her way, her doe red ruby eyes still focused on the pouring rain in front of them.

[Name] let the child slowly walk her way to her side. The child is quiet so she'll let her come near her. As long as she's quiet and stays from her own little world, then her presence here will not be a problem to her.

But that thought got thrown out of the window when she heard the little girl let out a childish whine.

"Why did it have to be today! I was soooo looking forward to this day too. No fair!" The child whined, with a fix of her grip to the freakishly large bag behind her emphasis to her words.

The girl continues to whine and grumble out loud, it's too much to handle for someone like [Name]. She can feel a migraine crawling through her mind, she's starting to regret letting the child stand next to her.

"Hey kid. If you have nothing to do than complain, get back inside." [Name] said with a hiss to her way.

The child's rambling stopped. [Name] watch the child slowly look up to meet her as if she realizes that she's actually not alone here. Ruby red eyes full of innocence stare back at her (e/c) ones.

[Name] watch the child rapidly blink at her way, it bothers yet annoys her at the same time from the way she looks at her

[Name] was the first one to remove eye contact with a sigh. "What are you going to do here anyway?" She asked in the end.

[Name] watch the girl's lips curl up a smile. A simple so bright and innocent that it gave her an itch to wear sunglasses whenever she's near to her.

"Master Jean let me have a- uuhh what's that word again?"

The girl scratched under her chin for a second, her mind deep in thought. [Name] let her have it because it made the girl shut up.

But unfortunately, it didn't even last for a second.

"Ah! I remember! For an 'expedition' today!"

"Expedition?" She can't help but genuinely ask out loud.

Who wouldn't be? If she remembers correctly, taking part of an expedition will be full of danger and risk, most of all if doing it alone. So for a child of all people to do that? Who even allowed her to even take those in the first place? [Name] would like to know their names as soon as possible.

"Yeah! It's a duty of a Knights of Favounius to take expedition to see if the place is safe or not!" She said with a salute, as if she's feeling her role which reminds her of fully trained knights-.

"Wait.....you're….part of the Knights of Favounius?"

[Name] sometimes wonder if the Knights of Favounius are on high or something. Are they that understaffed that they had to hire a child of all people to be a knight? She understands if the child is a trainee for now, but the way the child talks as if she's a full fledged knight, [Name] really wonders what's running from the Acting Grand Master's mind.

"Yeah! You're getting it!"

The child's reply almost popped a vein to her forehead, but she decided to let her comment slide for now.

"Why aren't you inside instead?" [Name] ask, decided to change topic.

She watches the kid slowly raise her head above to face her. Her wide light red ruby eyes stare at her dull (e/c) ones. Her stare almost made [Name] shiver on how intense it stares through her, like she's looking past through her soul, looking past through her facade that reveals a girl unwilling to be broken by her 'owners' inside a cage with a key in her hand yet still didn't use it to free herself. The girl's stare makes her vulnerable, so exposed that she never felt before, most of all for a kid who looks like she's under eight to ten.

The kid's lips slowly curled into a carefree smile.

"Because you look lonely and need some company miss!" She answered.

[Name] mouth formed into a frown. "I'm not lonely kid."

"Then why do you look so sad and tired?"

[Name] sighs and turns her attention to the rainstorm, both of them didn't point out how she didn't answer her question and instead return their focus back to the continues downpour in front of them.

If there's one thing that [Name] always forget about children, it would always be how perceptive they are. Many perceive a child to be oblivious and innocent to the world around them, but people forget that they're perceptive, most of all if there's some time that made them curious. From their curious nature, also comes being blunt and never afraid to voice it out.

It's scary.

Her train of thoughts silenced when she heard the little girl whine again.

"Oh if only I can bomb away the dark clouds so it can go back to sunny."

[Name] huffed "That'll be impossible kid. Not even alchemy your brother yaps about can't do that."

If the Captain of the Investigation Team who's also known as a Chief Alchemist ever heard of her remarks, he would've probably made what seems to be impossible turn into a possibility, only out of spite to get her.

She heard the girl let out a hum under her breath.

"If I bomb away the dark clouds, will your worries go away?"

[Name] attention immediately went to her. Her wide (e/c) eyes stare at the child beside her, shocked at her sudden words. She didn't answer first because a knight opened the door of the headquarters, disturbing their conversation. She let her body move autopilot when the knight ushered them inside to take refuge till the rain stopped.

As soon as both step back inside, the mess from the incident is gone as if it never happened. [Name] watch the girl run her way back to the Acting Grand Master side. She can already hear the scolding session starting as to why she's not in her confinement room, along the soft laugh hidden under her hand of the librarian in the background.

Watching the scene unfold in front of her reminds her of a mother worried sick about her child. It gave her a bitter feeling because despite the girl being scolded, she can feel her love and worry to her that she never felt from her mother whenever she got home late. The worry of the Acting Grand Master is much more different than the 'worry' of her mother in the form of a dead silence of the room whenever she comes home late.

It made her remember a question the girl- Klee is her name, [Name] heard it from the worried nagging that the Acting Grand Master spoke -spoke to her not too long ago.

"If I bomb away the dark clouds, will your worries go away?"

[Name] smiled, bitterness hidden from her forced smile.

"That'll be impossible, kid." She answered Klee's question under her breath.

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"Ugh, you're here."

Venti's usual smile immediately formed into a thin line when he heard a familiar voice rang out from his usual seat.

He saw her (e/c) eyes looking at him, forcing him to bring back his signature cheeky smile to her.

"Didn't expect my rival to show up here for how serious she is."

"That's just you assuming things."

Venti felt one of his eyebrows twitch. Again from her never ending sass.

He heard [Name] sigh under her breath. "And here I thought my source is right." She said and took a sip from her drink.

Venti chuckled and took a seat from his usual place which appears to be next to hers.

"Where are you even getting your sources at?" He asked.

"A certain red haired bartender always complains to me about a cheeky brat's tab getting longer and bigger every Thursday night."

"So you expect I'm always here every Thursday?"

[Name] shrug. "I always see you here every Thursday. Plus the time I cornered you was also Thursday that time."

"Ah, understandable." He let out a loud hum, as if he's thinking of something which is totally wrong.

"Though that's just you assuming things."

He let his lips form into a wide smile when he heard a click of a tongue from her.

It's very satisfying to throw her words back to her, but the dead silence that starts to surround them is becoming awkward for him.

Venti hums out loud, getting her attention. "Never knew you and Master Diluc are friends though." He pondered out loud.

"Can't you tell? I got my dry humor from him."

Venti immediately coughs to hide a laugh. "I can tell."

"Ah Venti." Charles, the bartender for today butted in from their conversation, gaining both of their attention. "Let me guess, dandelion wine for today?"

"You know it! Be sure to put it on my tab." Venti turns his head to look at [Name].

"What about you 'Most Popular Bard of Mondstadt'?" Venti almost let out a wheeze at the scrunched up look of the (h/c) haired woman for calling her from the title they fought on "What one?"

"As much as I'd like to add more debt for you to pay. I'm not an alcoholic like you." She replied with a sip from her drink.

"Then, what are you drinking right now?"

"(f/f) juice."

"Pffffttt that's so like Diluc!"

"Want me to smash this drink to your head?"

Charles shook his head while watching the two bicker before leaving them to start preparing Venti's drink, leaving them back from their own little world.

"Why don't you try taking a sip? I promise it'll be worth it."

"You do know you sound kind of suspicious just from saying that, right?"

"What are you talking about? I'm a very good person!"

"Say that to the article about you stealing my title and also to the piled up bill you had in this bar that you still refuse to pay until today."

Venti pouts. "Just one sip! You're missing out the best part of life which is to taste wine and get wasted."

[Name] raised an eyebrow. "What's good about getting wasted?"

"It makes you forget." He said and grab his drink that Charles gave him with a nod in his way, a sign of thanks.

"Forget your problems, your worries, your titles and duties in your life. It makes you forget that you'll finally be at ease, and be who you are for once without anyone taking glances at you. Everyone here wants to forget something and just drink all the pain away. It's an unhealthy coping mechanism that people recognize yet still indulge themselves on."

"And you're teaching me to do this unhealthy coping mechanism?"

"I didn't say that you always had to drink alcohol to cope. Drinking alcohol can be a coping mechanism and at the same time not. It really depends on you if you want to poison yourself in this toxic way or you just want to drink cause you either like the taste, a passing moment or something you do everyday like eating and sleeping."

He slid his drink to her, "I'm not forcing you to drink, it's your life for you to decide if you want to indulge or not, but If you want to hear an opinion of someone, I think you really need to forget all of what's bringing you down."

"Just this once, let yourself forget the chains that shackled you and be free for this night. Just for this night, you can pretend you are free."

[Name] slowly glance down on the drink in front of her. A night where she can pretend she has her very own freedom…

She tightens her hold on the cup.

"I swear to every Archons. If you use my drunk self to pay your tab, I will haunt you and bury you in the deepest part of Teyvat."

Venti chuckle. "I won't."

[Name] took a deep breath before taking a sip of his wine.

Only this once, she'll let herself indulge on what it feels like to be deviant from her own rules, and feel what it's like to be free.

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"My goodness [Name]! How many times do I had to tell you that your wrist is still not healed yet!"

"Many times Doc."

Baizhu sighed and rub both of his temples. "Yet you still refuse to follow doctor's instructions."

[Name] shrugged. "I had to Doc. My title is on the line from this competition."

"Is the title much more important to your health?"

Unfortunately yes

[Name] didn't answer his question nor look back from his desperate yet dissapointed look directed from her.

She hate that look, it always reminds her of her parents whenever she play her fiddle, be it if she made a mistake or refuse to play it because her fingers hurt so bad.

She heard Baizhu let out a deep sigh. "I'll go get your ointment from your injured wrist." She heard him said, following the sound of opening and closing of the door.

The shut of the door echoed to the room, cutting through the deadly silence it enveloped her and her mind before letting the silence stay again.

[Name] let out a deep frustrated sigh. She ran her hand at her head like she usually do whenever she felt frustrated.

She look at her injured wrist that started it all.

Her injury is not noticeable but it's there. It's still in the process of healing even before the competition because of her stubbornness that keeps ignoring her assigned doctor's advice to take a rest from playing. She should've listen to him, but her parents sees that injury as nothing but a little one or distraction for her "work", so she's forced to still perform to earn mora for them.

Baizhu sighs and just advice her parents to have her do weekly checkup to observe the process of healing instead if she's not going to listen to him. She knows that he advice that so he can try to convince her long the way, but apparently, she's stubborn.

Stubborn. Baizhu called to her, just like her parents. [Name] can't help but cringe at that thought. She's not like her parents, she'll never be like them.

"Here's…..your ointment…"

[Name] rapidly blinked when a voice silenced her thoughts. She slowly turn her head to face the voice to see Qiqi holding her ointment from both of her tiny hands.

"Thank you." She softly said and took the ointment from her hands.

"Where's Baizhu?"

"A new patient requested his presence…..he told me to….ah….what was it again…."

[Name] watched her pull out her journal and rapidly turn the pages around. She let her find the words because she understands how hard it must be to try to remember something you want to remember. She can tell she had a good heart, so good that she goes so far to try her best to remember everything that is blessed to her. So she gave her as much time as she could even though she acted distant towards her.

"Cold..." She heard her mutter.

"...Huh?"

"Your stare is too cold..." Qiqi said a little loudly this time.

Qiqi hid her notebook and turned her full attention and body to [Name]. She can see her usual stoic expression lighten up by determination.

[Name] saw both of her hands slowly raise in her way.

"Maybe a hug can warm it all up?"

[Name] rapidly blinked. "Is that what Baizhu told you to say to me?"

Qiqi blinked with a slight tilt of her head to one side, her long braided hair followed her movements. [Name] does the same but the tilt is on the other side.

Both blankly stare at one another. Both not looking away, yet one slowly started to back down.

[Name] let out a sigh in defeat before slowly leaning her body to Qiqi's small arms.

[Name] let the child embrace her. She leans her upper body to her way, being mindful to not lean her full weight that might crush her. Qiqi's body is cold and so are her hands wrapped around her, but in that moment, in that place where the child of all people tried to comfort her…

She felt warm for the very first time.

"I'm back-"

[Name] immediately remove herself from Qiqi's hug.

Baizhu looked at both of them blankly for a moment. She watched him blink rapidly before his lips formed an amused smirk.

"Oh?"

[Name] glared at Baizhu. "Nothing happened." She said with a hiss.

Baizhu's smirk remained from his lips. "I didn't say anything though." He said with both hands raised in surrender when the glare directed at him intensified.

"Anyway, Qiqi, a certain traveler is here to see you today. They're waiting for you at the reception area."

Qiqi's eyes lighten up despite her expression remaining stoic at the mention of 'a certain traveler'.

"I'll.......take my leave then." She said to the both of them before making her way to the door.

"So, mind telling me why she's hugging you?" Baizhu asked once the door closed with a hollowing click sound echoed to the room.

[Name] clicked her tongue. "Nothing happened." She said, trying to convince both him and herself from what happened.

"Your stare is too cold..."

"Maybe a hug can warm it all up?"

[Name] click her tongue. She shook her head and decided to bury the memory to the deepest part of her brain to forget.

"Yeah, nothing really happened."

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"Ah [Name], you're here."

[Name] stop rubbing her (e/c) eyes from the back of her hand. She slowly lowers her hand and blink rapidly to fend off the blurriness surrounding her eyes after a good night's sleep.

"Mother, father…"

She saw her mother and father in the living room along with someone she doesn't recognize. The three of them look to be in a deep conversation before she accidentally intervenes.

She nodded her head to the visitor as a form of apology before making her way to the kitchen to get some glass of water.

Their visitor is probably one of their new friends, she thought, yet she can feel doubt and wariness for their visitor, who wouldn't be when the said person is hiding their face with a shady yet familiar looking mask.

[Name] shook her head. Her parents always bring creepy strangers to their house, and this is one of them, so she should've been used to this by now.

"[Name]! Come here for a sec!"

[Name] let out a curse under her breath. She forgot that there's nothing to get used to this place at all.

She silently followed her mother's order with a stoic expression directed to their way. She can feel the amusement of their friends directed to her way, making her want to punch the living daylights out of them, but she decided to grit her teeth so tight for now.

"[Name]." Her mother's voice and gentle yet cold touch from her shoulder brought her back to reality.

But her next words made her wish to stay in her mind instead.

"You'll start to work for them from now on."

[Name] flinched. She immediately removed her mother's hold from her shoulder and took a step back.

"I work alone, mother. That's how a Bard always does" She reminded her mother with a stern glare.

"I know sweetie." Her mother's sweet voice soothed her. Enticing her, hypnotizing her, from her voice alone.

"But the work they're offering is a different one yet still perfect for you!"

"If it's a different job then I have to decline." She said with a hiss.

"The job would be easy though! The only thing you have to do is gather information from various places and report them to Fatui!" Her mother explained with both hands clasped to one another in delight.

[Name] look at them in disgust, most of all to their masked visitor. No wonder the mask is familiar to her.

"You want me to be a spy for some shady group?!"

"But the pay would be much higher than usual!"

"I don't care!"

"Please child." [Name] watch her mother slowly walk her way to hers as if she's approaching a wild animal.

[Name] didn't want this one bit. This is becoming way out of the line now and she wants this to stop. She let herself become the money maker to their family for so long that it's becoming unhealthy for the three of them. She wants an escape, she did not want to stay at the dark and cold cage she lock herself into for them-

Won't you do this for us dear child?"

-yet in the end, she's still weak. Weak for her parents, weak from their sweet voice and empty promises, weak to say no, weak to disobey them.

For this lonely woman still longs for her parents to look for her as their child and not as an employee.

[Name] lower her head in defeat.

"Yes, mother."

In the end, she's a bird stuck in the cage. Only to be heard and observed, but never to be free.

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- can't believe it took me a year to finish this and I'm very sorry about that! I've been burried by my school works and loose motivation along the way.

- anyway today is the anniversary of this oneshot! Thank you so much for the continues support and love from this fic and also my work in gen, really appreciate you all!

- I hope you like it and happy holidays! :)

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