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to the mutuals that interact with my non fandom related posts: you guys are the real ones

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i was gonna say eat my slipper... but i got 3 on yours as well... WOOPSIES

i made a fun little get to know me quiz!! you can take it here and after taking it make your own and reblog so i can learn more about you guys! i'm going to tag some mooties for fun bc i love learning about you guys!

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Chicken Noodle Soup

A Short Stan Brothers SickFic ft. Fiddleford

(Part of the Loser Ford AU, some time between Chapter 8 and Chapter 10)

Today was Stan's day off. A time to lay back, relax, and not do anything.

Well, not do anything was a bit of an exaggeration. It'd be impossible to do absolutely nothing.

Stan started off his morning with a cup of coffee. Something was off, though. He couldn't taste jackshit.

"The hell?"

He took another sip, and then another. It went on until he finished the cup. Now that he thought of it, he couldn't smell the coffee, either.

What on earth was happening?

He sniffed. His nose was stuffed.

Oh, God.

Stanley Pines had a cold.

As the realisation hit him, he felt more and more symptoms revealing themselves. His head hurt, his throat itched, the whole shebang.

"Good morning, Stanley."

"Morning, Fo—"

Stan was cut off by a very aggravating cough.

"Woah! Are you alright?"

"I'm fine..."

His already course voice got impossibly raspier.

"Stanley, you're sick!"

"Nice observation, geniu—"

Another interrupting cough.

Ford ushered Stan back upstairs, gently yet forcefully.

"You have to rest, Stanley."

"No, I'm fine—"

"No! You have work tomorrow, you need to recover as quickly as possible! I'll cook some chicken noodle soup in the meantime."

Ford? Cook? Soup?

"Ford, please—"

"Nope! Not hearing it!"

Before he knew it, Stan was tucked back into bed.

Well, this was worrying. Ford was never one to cook, especially not alone. Sure, chicken noodle soup was hard to mess up, but this is Ford we're talking about.

If Stan tried to crawl out of bed and go downstairs, Ford would surely shove him back into bed. If he were to sneak out through the window... No. Too tired. His bed was suddenly very comfortable.

∆∆∆

Ford flipped through a cookbook to find a good recipe. Surprisingly, there wasn't one.

"I suppose I'm on my own..."

He'd have to improvise this soup, then. No worries! How complicated could chicken noodle soup possibly be?

Before anything else, he needed a pot.

Looking through the pots and pans they had, Ford thought to himself;

"How much soup should I make? How deep should a pot be when making soup? What happens if I use a pan?"

In the midst of his thinking, his hand slipped and allowed one of the pots to fall to the floor with a loud bang.

"Ford! Everything alright down there?"

Stan choked on his own voice as it forced itself out of his throat. His coughing fit was just loud enough for Ford to hear it.

"Everything's fine! Don't worry!"

∆∆∆

Stan was worried. Maybe he should go downstairs and check. Ford be damned, there's no way he's stronger than Stan. Even on a bad day.

Just as he sat up, a loud yell erupted from the kitchen.

"Don't even think about getting up!"

Well, damn. Alright, then, Stan supposed he'll just lay in bed as Ford burned their kitchen to the ground.

∆∆∆

Ford stared at all the ingredients he gathered and pondered.

"What on earth is the first step to making soup?"

During their college days, Fiddleford was the one to take care of them when they got sick. Their illnesses never lasted more than a day.

His grandma (or his meemaw, as he calls her) had an amazing chicken soup recipe. Fiddleford had it memorized.

Why doesn't Ford just call him and ask for the recipe?

"You haven't talked to Fiddleford since you graduated. It's okay. He's a friend. He won't bite."

Ford hesitantly approached the telephone, overthinking with every step. He eventually maned up and dialed.

"Hello? Fiddleford Computermajigs?"

"Fiddleford!"

"..Stanford?"

"Fiddleford, I need your help. It's Stanley, he—"

"Stanley?! What's wrong with him?"

"He's sick."

"Oh. Darn it, Ford, you had me worried!"

"Yes, anyway, I need the recipe to your grandmother's chicken soup."

"You.. What? Why?"

"It's like a miracle remedy! Every time you made it, any illness we had was cured in less than 24 hours. Stanley has work tomorrow, so you can see why this is such an urgent matter."

"I.. See..? Well, I hope you've got a pen and paper, because there's surprisingly a lot to go through."

"I was hoping you could.. Um."

"I could what?"

"Walk me through each step..?"

"Stanford. Why do you need me to walk you through how to make chicken soup."

"I don't know how to cook."

"..."

"Fiddleford..?"

"Fine. For Stanley."

∆∆∆

It was eerily quiet downstairs. That somehow worried Stan even more. Maybe he should try checking agai—

"Stanley! Stay right where you are!"

How on earth did he know?!

"Um.. I'm thirsty!"

A nasty cough unintentionally proved his point.

After a minute or so, Ford went into Stan's room with a glass and pitcher full of water.

"Here you are, Stanley."

"Wow, room service. Fancy."

Looking as if he forgot to turn off the oven before going to the airport, Ford rushed back downstairs.

∆∆∆

"Oh no, oh no, oh no, OH NO—"

"Stanford! What happened?"

"I, um. I think something got burned."

"Weren't you boiling water?"

"..."

"Stanford."

"Maybe the stove is too strong."

"Is your stove powered by the sun?"

"Sun adjacent, I'd say."

"What???"

"Nothing!"

Many mistakes and burnt ingredients later, Ford had what at least looked like chicken noodle soup.

"It looks a little different than yours, but I think I got it!"

"Good for you. Now, can I go?"

"Yes, yes, of course. Thank you, Fiddleford. You make a good assistant."

"Assistant? I directed the whole damn thing!"

"I was the one who made the soup, wasn't I?"

"Whatever..."

Just as he went to hang up, Ford had an idea.

"You know, I am actually in need of a lab assistant and engineer."

"Uh huh. Good luck finding one."

"Fiddleford!"

"Really? You're asking me?"

"Please, Fiddleford. The people in this town are far from qualified, and you're right there in California!"

"...I'll ask my wife about it first."

"Fantastic! Thank you!"

He hung up—properly this time—and silently celebrated. Not only did he make a successful phone call, he also made soup! And got himself an assistant in the process!

Ford happily went up the stairs with a bowl of soup in hand. Walking into Stan's room, he saw his brother laying miserably with his arm over his eyes.

"Stanley? I've got your soup."

"Hm? Oh, great.."

He lazily sat up, eyes barely opening. Just as he was about to yawn, Ford shoved a spoonful of soup into his mouth.

Stan would've protested if it didn't taste so good.

"It—"

He coughed.

"It tastes like the one Fidds used to make during college.."

"Wow, really?"

"Yeah, it doe—Mff!"

In went another spoonful.

"Rest your voice, Stanley. You'll need it for tomorrow."

The rest of the afternoon was spent with Ford feeding Stan chicken noodle soup.

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YAYYY

i made a fun little get to know me quiz!! you can take it here and after taking it make your own and reblog so i can learn more about you guys! i'm going to tag some mooties for fun bc i love learning about you guys!

npt: @romantichomicide95 @cheesypuffkins87 @mangostarjam @staraxiaa @berryzxx

@moonlightazriel @evemooniepeach @crescentmoontsuki @book-girl4evaaa

@sarangkstars @kimkaelyn @irisintheafterglow @ponderingmoonlight @pandora-ophelia-blog

@writingcroissant @seireiteihellbutterfly @thelov3lybookworm @fieldofdaisiies @weebotaku21

@meguemii @kasumitenbaz

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WAHH THIS IS THE FIRST TIME I'VE BEEN TAGGED IN ONE OF THESE

i got 8/10 for you char char!!! (≧⁠∇⁠≦⁠)

here's mine, if you get less than half you'll be getting a slipper thrown at you /j

@sharkiewyu @nazchokey @deedeefarts @yakitako (wow i have so little people to tag </3)

i made a fun little get to know me quiz!! you can take it here and after taking it make your own and reblog so i can learn more about you guys! i'm going to tag some mooties for fun bc i love learning about you guys!

npt: @romantichomicide95 @cheesypuffkins87 @mangostarjam @staraxiaa @berryzxx

@moonlightazriel @evemooniepeach @crescentmoontsuki @book-girl4evaaa

@sarangkstars @kimkaelyn @irisintheafterglow @ponderingmoonlight @pandora-ophelia-blog

@writingcroissant @seireiteihellbutterfly @thelov3lybookworm @fieldofdaisiies @weebotaku21

@meguemii @kasumitenbaz

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writing is hard but coming up with a cunty title and catchy summary will slay even god's strongest soldier

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we had a guest last night during dinner

help why is this the first time he's looked directly into the camera

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why are only skinny waists included in being called grabbable. theyre called love handles for a reason.

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i may or may not live to be 16 and a week years old, but we'll see

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Before the Mystery Shack

Design by:

Ian Worrel, Sun Jae Lee, Alex Chechik, Janine Chang, 

Paint by: Jeffrey Thompson, Matthias Bauer, Samantha Kallis

Art Directed by Ian Worrel

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let him cook

actually, on second thought, don't.

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i'm supposed to be getting ready for school why on earth am i researching southern hospitality

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sometimes you need dialogue tags and don't want to use the same four

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The "Hard to tell" period (I just wanna draw them still being baby :')

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I understand more and more things about cisgender men the longer I’m on testosterone. I know why teenage boys use so much axe now. I understand the crying thing. I know why they accidentally break things. I know why they wear shorts in the snow. I know why so many of them don’t use washcloths. I see everything.

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i got school tomorrow and probably won't finish this thing anytime soon

take it while it's still underbaked

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pussy from a guy who was "the weird girl" growing up