#a little surprise for my ribbons & curls girlies!!

[isitovers]

You've Got the Cinema || One Shot

Pairing: Harry Styles/Taylor Swift Rating: Mature Word count: 7.2k+ Summary: In the midst of his latest tour, Taylor embraces a night to let loose - and she has a memorable surprise in store. (a 'Ribbons & Curls' one shot)

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[saltedriceball]

How I imagine the Mystreet characters

Because they’re block-shaped in the show, but my 12 yr old ass imagined them as real people. 🕺

* I mainly kept up with Aphmau when I was 10-12 years old, I fully stopped watching after Mystreet 5 *

* I didn’t watch MCD 🙊 *

*this is mostly PDH (my fav, I was 12)*

Aphmau

It’s just Jess.

Kawaii Chan

Like average height

5’4” ish

Thick thighs save lives

Whole wardrobe is baby pink and white

Idk grown me thinks she was a cam girl (in Mystreet, not Phoenix Drop ✋)

And she made bank too

She’s not very athletic, but she’s just like blessed proportion-wise

Pale, but not as much as portrayed

Idk I always thought she’d actually be Japanese since she uses Japanese terms

Pin straight hair she curls only at the bottom

Like ribbon

Katelyn

Quite tall

5’9”ish

Muscular but in like a

~she’s a runner she’s a track star~

Type of way

She just looks athletic

Flat though

Paler than KC

Her hair is wavy-curly naturally

She kinda lets it just flow or it’s in a ponytail

Zane

Quite chubby

Idk how anyone watched that show and thought

*man who despises the outdoors, hates exercise, and enjoys sweet things*

“Must be tall and skinny”

The fan art I viewed in middle school legit surprised me.

He was definitely super duper skinny in high school

Adolescent metabolism and all

He is definitely like 5’8”

He is very pale

Does indeed burn almost immediately in the sun

Has an emo boy hair cut

Like Anthony from Smosh way back in the day

He also has piercings: lip, ears (multiple), septum, eyebrow)

Also has tattoos

Freckled, especially on his body

He has random scars from injuries growing up

Inflicted by his brothers

Mostly Garroth

Garroth

Muscular

But also quite chubby

Just kinda in the middle

Like 6’

Overall just a big guy

Just looks like he gives good hugs

He also has a beard

Not a big floofy one

But it’s there

He looks very Northern European idk

Has a lot of arm hair, and it’s very blond

So you don’t see it until up close

Also pale

And very freckled

Also wears a watch

And his outfit is the most average outfit for a man

Khaki shorts, a white tee, a plaid button up unbuttoned, a watch, and sneakers

This outfit could be spotted on an elementary schooler’s spring picture day

Or on my literal father 👨🏻

His hair is quite curly

Not in a spiral curl, but more of a wavy-curly way

Laurance

This man is brown imo

Very tall

Like 6’3”

Super skinny

To where he looks even taller than he is

Just built like that ya know

His hair is a pony tail as an adult

But it was in a Superman sort of curly situation in high achool

I get the vibe he likes being outside

Doesn’t work out, but loves a good hotgirlwalk

Aaron

A little more like the common fan art of 2016

Tall, but only like 5’10”

Absolute beefcake of a guy

But also like has some body fat

He is not rock hard, but you can see his muscles

I imagine he has thick thighs

Fat ass too

But that’s just how his body fat distributes, so like yeah he has visible abs

Idk that’s all I’ve got

There was enough consistent fanart in my atmosphere at the time that that’s how I imagine him

Dante

Never thought too hard about him

His hair is definitely curly

More than Garroths

He has especially big eyes

He’s like lean muscular

Just very average white guy

Like 5’11”

Looks young for his age

Michi

Absolute 2014 tumblr girly

Owns something with galaxy print

Very thin

With tig ole bitties

Wears thigh high socks, mini skirts, and tank tops with sweaters

Has the swoopy bangs of the era

Poses in up angle selfies like 🙂

So her head looks like a raindrop in the photo

Edits her ig photos to look more aesthetic

Teony

Tall

Girl next door

Well done, natural make up

Straightened hair

Smiling a lot

Even if it’s fake

Idk her character that well

Never thought too hard about it

But she’s like supermodel pretty

Ein

I only remember high school him

But he was like

Young guy skinny

Like you could see he had arm muscles in a tank top

In an old 5SOS type of way

His head is actually boxy shaped

Like 5’11”

White

Never thought too hard about adult Ein

Lucinda

White

Her hair is dyed with spells

It’s styled well, in a Jessica rabbit hairstyle

It’s curled

Body shaped like a coke bottle

Hourglass for days

She’s just hot

Gene

Hi why was this cast so white washed

White

His hair is not naturally black

It’s like medium brown

It’s also straight but he gets it permed

Wears eyeliner

Lots of bracelets and piercings

Tall guy like 6’1”

Cadenza

She spends a lot of money dying her hair that color

White

Tall like 5’10”

Her dress is floor length

And loose

Could command a room

Guy

Barbie doll

Hi Ken

Built like an upside down isosceles triangle

Muscular

Back muscles for days

Looks like he could do triathlons in Ancient Greece

Like 6’5”

This man is good to look at

Ivy

Michi but pink

Jeffory

The most golden retriever man you could imagine

Like 6’3”

Athletic muscular

Melissa

The most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen

Tall like 5’11”

Long legs

Nicole

Don’t know don’t care

Miscellaneous really

Wasn’t in the show enough

Reese

Nick Bean dyed pink

Vylad

Drake Bell in his Drake and Josh era precisely

No more no less

Except he always has a scarf even if it’s hot out

Sylvanna

Aphmau, tall

Zianna

Button nose

A really petite lady

Her hair is black but with gray sprinkled in

The most smiley lady you ever did see

Mother gothel if you breathed life back into her

Hot

Kai

Forgot about him for a sec

Ok gears turning

Tall

Very calm energy

Redhead

Idk he wasn’t that relevant for me

Jenny

Also in the 2014 tumblr girly category

But a little more Bethany Mota with it

A little less galaxy print

A little more Jennxpenn vibes

Wears hella eyeliner

Her outfit is black cutoff jean shorts, an oversized shirt so you can see her white tank top underneath

Her hair is naturally that light

Wears converse only

[francesminos-tt]

Twisted -2-

Joffrey hummed to himself as he entered the house. The last ray of the sun shone through the white blinds, creating little rainbows on the wooden floor. A dog barked in the back yard, precisely at 5:30pm.

Joffrey went to the bathroom for a quick shower. He took off the sweatshirt that was ruined by grasses and pine needles, then the tight jeans and oxfords. He stepped out of the pile of clothes in only his underwear before starting the shower. He ran his hand over his calves and thighs, making sure the hair hadn’t grown out yet. He washed quickly but thoroughly, washing away any sweat, dirt and unpleasant smells.

Joffrey dried himself up before applying lavender scented cream all over his body, leaving his skin plump and soft to the touch. He applied some moisturizer on his face and neck, working patiently to ensure he had covered every part of his face.

Joffrey waited for the body cream to be completely absorbed before going to his room to change. He walked naked in the house, orange sunlight dancing on his hairless arms and legs, his cock hanging delicately between his legs.

Joffrey’s room was located at the end of the corridor, a lovely wooden door decorated with a line of skewed alphabet stickers, saying JOFF. The room wasn’t too spacious but cozy and warm with a double bed, a closet and a vanity desk.

Joffrey’s closet was made of sturdy wood, plain with only the wood’s natural color as decoration, but inside, it was filled with racks of pretty dress, blouses, skirts, cardigans, etc., all arranged neatly by color. Joffrey settled for a cherry red polka dot dress with heart-shaped collar. The dress was a little girly, with ribbons at the back and the length stopping just above his knees, but Joffrey felt like it. He paired it when a pair of beige ballet flats.

Joffrey sat down at the vanity desk to brush his hair and apply make up. He didn’t go all the way, only a little powder, mascara, blush and lip gloss. He spent most of his time on his hair, trying to tame the wild curls with the help of hair oils. He tucked the dark curls behind his ears and slide on a head band to set them in place.

The dog barked again, 6:05pm. Joffrey went back to the kitchen to prepare tea. The sun had completely set by now, so Joffrey rolled up the blinds, pushing open the window to let the cool evening breeze in. He was thinking something simple and refreshing for tea. Perhaps a garden salad with the pomegranate he got from Mrs G the other day. They had some chicken left in the fridge, and some herbs Joffrey had collected from the garden. Joffrey decided on herbed chicken with a side pomegranate salad, and some toast from breakfast.

The footsteps echoed just when the kettle was about to boil. Joffrey turned off the stove and resumed chopping herbs when a pair of strong arms wrapped around his waist, a warm breath on the side of his neck, tickling, like a feather brushing against his skin. Joffrey tilted his head to the side instinctively, granting the man behind more access to his vulnerable neck.

“What’s for tea today?” The man asked as he rested his chin on Joffrey’s shoulder.

“Chicken and pomegranate salad.” Joffrey replied. He felt a large hand sliding into his dress, fingers dancing from his smooth thighs to his hip, then further up to his lower belly. The man pinched the softness just under his navel, earning a string of giggles from Joffrey.

“No panties?” The man chuckled, kissing Joffrey’s earlobe.

“Do you rather prefer I wear panties?” Joffrey put down the small knife he used to chop herbs and turned to face the man, his dark eyes glistening in the cozy yellow light, “Master?”

“No. You did good to surprise me, my boy.” The man patted Joffrey’s cheek affectionately, rough thumb pressing on Joffrey’s glossed lips.

“Thank you, master.” Joffrey smiled, genuinely happy. He took the man’s thumb into his mouth, enveloping it with the warmth and wetness of his mouth, and sucked. He ran the tip of his tongue over the man’s thumb with passion, like a little boy licking a melting popsicle.

The man pulled up Joffrey’s dress to expose his already hard cock. Joffrey’s thighs were pale and soft, as if they had never seen the sun. His cock was moderate, but of a nice pink color, sticky precum leaking from its head, like tears running down a maiden’s cheeks. Joffrey shifted, squeezing his thighs together as a small whimper escaped his throat.

The man pulled out his thumb from Joffrey’s mouth and turned the boy around. Joffrey whimpered again, placing his elbows on the kitchen counter for balance and sticking his ass out to rub the man’s crotch.

“Go on, keep chopping.” The man pressed his chest against Joffrey’s back, dragging the rough fabric of his trousers over Joffrey’s buttocks, “I can’t wait to taste your cooking, my boy.”

With trembling hands, Joffrey resumed his task. The man kept rubbing his trousered erection against Joffrey’s ass, his palms spreading on Joffrey’s soft belly.

“Please, master.” Joffrey rolled his head back, “Can I feel you?”

“You want to feel my cock between your thighs?”

“Yes, please.” Joffrey replied, his tone full of anticipation.

Joffrey heard the clang of buckles and the rustling of fabric before a warm cock pushed its way into his squeezed thighs. Joffrey sighed in contentment, his cock twitched as drops of precum dripping down to the kitchen floor.

“Thank you, master, thank you.” Joffrey said frantically, moving his ass back and forth, squeezing his thighs even more, trying to give the man as much pleasure as he could.

“You deserve the reward, baby boy.” The man slid his free hand into Joffrey’s collar and pinched the already stiff nipple, “For being a sweet little wife for me.”

Joffrey’s chopping became sloppy until he finally cut his own fingers, the sting sending a chill down his spine, and he came, creamy cum staining the kitchen floor like spilled milk.

“Clean it up. I won’t dine in this filth.”

“Yes, master.” Joffrey said, sliding down to all fours, his dress still up to his stomach, his ass high up in the air, his headband skewed, mascara a little smudged, and began to lick.

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“How do you find this place?” A middle aged woman offered Daeron a bowl of vegetable stew before sitting down at the bar, an old grey cat on her lap.

“Quiet.” Daeron replied, “And friendly.”

He remembered Joffrey from the afternoon stroll. They walked down the main road and made a circle around the whole village before heading for the flower field. Joffrey had a profound knowledge of flowers, again rare for a young man his age. He was also interested in, or at least familiar with the small town gossips. Who shagged who, whose dog was overly fond of whose cat, the new bus driver who was rumored to be a hottie.

“We don’t take the bus.” Joffrey said, quirking his eyebrows curiously, “Is he truly hot? The bus driver?”

“I, eh, didn’t notice.” Daeron said awkwardly. He was too busy going over his own head to notice anything.

“Oh.” Joffrey smiled, “Well, I guess he can’t be hotter than you.”

“Friendly? You are not talking about me, are you?” Miss K barked out a sharp laugh, “I kept you waiting for two hours!”

“It’s someone I met in front of the tavern. Not that you are not friendly, of course, but, eh,” Daeron scratched the back of his neck, another habit he had picked up from the Academy, “I met a young man called Joffrey. He showed me around. He’s very friendly.”

“Oh, Gwayne’s boy!” Miss K nodded thoughtfully, the old cat grunted from her lap.

“Gwayne?”

“Yeah, the owner of that white farm house. Decent man. A bit withdrawn, I tell ye, but polite and friendly, like you said.” Miss K broke a biscuit in half, one half for herself and the other for the cat, “He adopted that boy after Joff’s parents died in a car accident. Some remote cousin or nephew, Joff is. To Gwayne, I mean.”

Daeron swallowed a spoonful of the heavily seasoned vegetable stew. He spent the rest of his tea thinking about Joffrey’s flirty smile.

[all-might-can-smash-me]

Dad/Family headconons

Masterlist

Aizawa, Taishiro, Toshinori, Sir Nighteye, and Hawks

Aizawa Shouta/Eraserhead

Despite him being that kind of nonchalant, I don’t give a shit about anything kind of person.....he’s a family guy

Loves kids

He just wants you to have a huge army of kids following alongside you hand in hand to visit him at work.

Looks forward to being able to relate to someone else with his quirk

Doesn’t care if they are all girls, all boys, a mixture of both, or even fostering or adopting, he’s for everything

Was kind of afraid to open up about that side of himself when you two got married, but you are all for it too

Feels that he can handle it with your help thanks to having some experience with dealing with his students

Is slapped in the face with shock when you two have your first 2 or 3 kids because infants are, you guessed it, nothing like teens who are all emotional about becoming a prohero

Guess he would be prepared for whenever they would get to their teenage years

Except for periods because he didn’t know anything about them but he’ll probably take the time to learn about it from you

Still happy over his growing army though

Still loves the chaos of it all, plus it’s good to have Aizawa to control their quirks when they start to develop

The chaos also reminds him of his own time in school with his few friends he had....they were always so vibrant and loud unlike him and he kind of envied it (secretly)

Yamada and Kayama (Present Mic and Midnight) loves to visit his little army and spoil them with toys and snacks even if Aizawa disapproved of it

You helped hand out the toys and snacks.....Aizawa could suck it up

Napping piles are normal in this household, so don’t be freaked when you see all of your children curled up or around Aizawa under a pillow fort in the living room.

It breaks his heart everytime though when his kids beg to take a stray cat home and he has to say no....but he’ll end up going back on patrol to feed it and then probably cave in and bring it home anyway

He’ll just shrug off his children’s accusations of him being a ‘hypocrite’ for saying no to their pleas earlier and say something like ‘Well I said you couldn’t do it, nothing about me though’

The tea parties are lit and he’ll crush anyone at a video game

Taishiro Toyomistu/Fatgum

Really never thought about having his own kids until meeting Kirishima and Tamaki

Life was changed FOREVER since meeting them, now he would like to have his own family

It was kind of confusing to finally have the talk of having kids a couple of years into your marriage, but your views on having kids were changed too after meeting the two UA students

He let you on thinking just one or two kids were great, but you didn’t know if you should have been surprised that you were in the hospital room pushing out your 5th child

It was kind of funny to see Taishiro freaking out even if it was his 5th time next to you in labor

Your kids were so use to it they just sat out in the hallway doing their schoolwork or playing games on their iPads as Kirishima and Tamaki watched over them (your labor would always catch them while they were out on patrol)

I picture that all his kids are girls

He uses the excuse “just one more kid, maybe this time it’ll be a boy”, It’s NEVER a boy

I feel that he’s the dad to sneak home McDonald’s fries or ice cream to his kids despite you not liking it

Will take the blame when you catch one of your daughters munching on fries on the way back to her room (daughters will also try to take the blame, but how the heck could girls 13 and younger sneak out all the way to McDonalds)

He’ll also get all his daughters together to bake a cake and also decorate it. The creativity shown by his daughters will always amaze him.

He and his daughters would even clean up the kitchen together...mostly so that you wouldn’t get mad upon seeing the kitchen as a disaster

Gets way into watching Barbie’s Life in the Dream House and secretly really loves our queen Raquelle

All Might/Toshinori Yagi

Just wants one little girl

To spoil her ROTTEN!

Seeing his friend David Sheild’s daughter Melissa grow up and look so happy always made him envious. Young Midoriya also played a huge role in his desire for at least one kid

One child was enough for the two of you and thankfully your first and only child was a girl

Gran Torino will also spoil her rotten along with Sir Nighteye

Will not be embarrassed to be caught sprawled out on the ground with your daughter playing with dolls

He’s actually quite proud of the fact that he doesn’t mind getting down and dirty when it comes to playing with ‘girly’ things with his young daughter unlike other dads

Loves to play Studio Ghibli movies for your daughter.....but Yagi is way more into it

I say this because Toshinori will try to hide his tears while watching My Neighbor Totoro as your daughter is fast asleep on his lap.

He will also sneak in a rated pg-13 hero movie from the United States in when your gone too....and then he’ll act surprise when your daughter would repeat the fowl language she heard in the movie

He would and WILL spend hours on YouTube to learn how to braid hair and put bows in and ribbons

He would bring her to work a lot too to see class 1A in action

Daughter will forever be his ‘baby’, so he HATES the thought of her starting to date and get married.

So when she admitted that the boy ‘Todoroki’ in his class was handsome while heading home one day from his work, he swore off boys....

He wasn’t surprised though, she was always managing to get Todoroki to hold her hand while Toshinori would have class 1A doing scenarios in teams and showing off her hair to him and asking if he noticed anything different.

Todoroki is a good sport, he held her hand and always complimented her hair...

Yeah she was mad at Toshinori and you made him unswear off boys, especially Todoroki

Brings your daughter to work just to brag about how he did her hair to EVERYONE

Mirai Sasaki/Sir Nighteye

Eh....he didn’t want kids, never had the desire tbh

Though something about UA students’ charming personalities making these heroes want families. Mirio got him thinking one kid couldn’t be so bad

You were shocked when he asked to have a kid, but you agreed....after discussing it for awhile to make sure he wanted this

I picture him having one cute, little shy boy

Like the cute little boy with glasses who wears those cute shorts with a bug related shirt that just wants to search for roly-poly in the dirt and grass in the back yard

Very quiet and a bit shy around new people, but is literally the most polite little boy in the WORLD

Nighteye will use his quirk on his son when out looking for bugs to just see if he missed something in the grass or dirt, but that’s as far as he’ll use it

The reason why Nighteye thinks he’s so funny is because your son (and you of course along with mirio) are the only ones who laugh at his jokes, especially your son

Your son finds ANYTHING his dad says or does hilarious. His dad made a gasp of excitement along side his son upon finding a millipede? Instant laughter will follow

Those bouts of laughter from his son is the best feeling in the world to him

Tried to make your son an expert on All Might, but gave up when he came to his conclusion that your son just wasn’t into it.

It was kind of weird at first to find out his son was just simply NOT into heroes, but now he just loves the fact that his son likes what he likes and doesn’t let himself get swayed by others, even his own mom and dad

If you can’t make his little boy, his pride and joy, laugh? Sorry, but don’t talk to Nighteye or his son ever again

He will sit and listen to his little boy go on and on and on and ON about anything and never get bored (or show it). He will sit and listen intently about the cool facts about the bug he found or a plant.

He’d even listen to the longest explanation about a tiny little squiggle on a piece of paper that he drew on if it was being told by his little boy.

Will even put a meeting on hold just to answer a FaceTime from his son from your phone just to listen to him talk about a leaf he made a pressing of....and will sit there with the volume all the way up on his phone too so the others in the room can hear as well.

Will spend all night pinning bugs to a board to frame and label just for your son

Keigo Takami/Hawks

He didn’t even want to date tbh

Though when he met you? The cliche ‘love at first sight’ happened and soon the two of you were married pretty quickly and boy was he a happy man

He didn’t really even want kids either. He just didn’t want to have kids and somehow they end up with a childhood like his that’s not the greatest or most normal, plus he was happy with the little domestic life with you.

But then IT happened. You know, when a mommy and daddy love each other very much and poof, a baby? Yeah....

He was TERRIFIED, but once your first child came into the world, a new sense of happiness sparked within him, like his own eyes opened for the first time to the world

This happened twice more, ending up with his happy family consisting of you, his two boys, and his little girl.

He’s the kind of dad to have his wallet FILLED with pictures of his kids and you. He will shamelessly show them off to fans while on patrol and also to Endeavor....even if he’s seen them a trillion times. Also his office is filled with framed pictures too

He also gets in trouble a lot along with his two boys for playing to rough and loudly within the house by you, especially for flying and being too competitive with video games and ANY activity he would take part in with them.

What can he say? His sons were like the best friends he was never able to have as a kid, he wanted to take in the beauties of having an energetic family

He doesn’t play favorites, but when it comes to his little girl? Sometimes he’ll catch a feeling of her feeling like she’s the odd one out when it comes to her two older brothers and he can relate to that feeling.

So he’ll set aside some dad and daughter time to do the things she likes, like read, color, and draw

He would even let her do his hair with tiny braids and color pieces of clip in hair and many butterfly clips. Keigo would also then wear it out proudly on patrol and check his reflection MULTIPLE times to make sure everything was in place.

He would then shout to the press and paparazzi that his daughter did his hair, showing it off in the process

When the picture would come out with the headliner ‘Hawks’ New Look Thanks to Daughter’ for the news the next day, the look of pride and awe on your daughters face upon looking at the front cover of the magazines and newspapers at the store you and his family would shop at would absolutely melt his heart melt

He’s the first one to pull back the covers to let his children climb in when scared by a thunderstorm or the spooky shadow in their room even if they may be getting ‘too old’ to be doing that...according to Endeavor however, so that information might be wrong

Bribes his kids not to tell you that he entered the house through the window and not the front door

[faeriesuns]

Hii I'd love to talk girly things!! What are some of your favorite hairstyles, for yourself or general? Also, do you have any ideas what i could do with (almost) shoulder length hair? I used to have hip length, but then i had a moment and cut it, and now i have no idea what do with it, besides leave it open🌸

I love braids! My hair is almost to the middle of my back, so I braid it pretty frequently. I love space buns! I usually just do the regular space buns but instead after my hair is in the pigtails I braid them and then wrap them around and make space buns that way!

Or sometimes I just leave the pigtails braided and wear it like that. Im not very good at it yet but I love curling my hair!! I especially like curling the hair around my face and my bangs, I think it looks pretty cute.

I have a habit of absently braiding small pieces of hair so I usually have a few random braids just vibin in my hair. I cut my hair myself so I have a few random layers and I like to straighten those so the ends flick out

When my hair was the same length of yours I really enjoyed just putting my hair in braids, which isn't really a surprise lol, but since my hair was short they were like baby braids and I thought it was very cute

Another simple hairstyle is to curl the ends of your hair, however you want. It's simple and fast but adds a little bit of flare to your hair.

I dont know what hair texture you have but my hair is slightly wavy but very thick, and it gets tangled ridiculously fast, so I try not to put a ton of hair spray or any gel like products in it.

I also keep my hair down but just braid the hairs around my face so it's framing my face, and cute, but honestly takes like 30 seconds

There's tons of different type buns out there also, so that's always an option. If I put my hair up I only use satin or velvet scrunchies

I also love to decorate my hair! I have a lot of ribbons and hair pins that I use. I think they are honestly very cute and easy to use

Sorry this is so long!!

[nataliedanovelist]

GF - Braid Braid

Summary: One day Mabel asks her Grunkle Ford to braid her hair, but ever since he went out to investigate an anomaly with Dipper instead, the fact he couldn’t deliver her simple request plagued him.

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“Well, Ducktective, it seems you’ve quacked the case.”

“Quack, quack, quack.”

Mabel laughed as she continually brushed her hair; the show may have ended ten months ago, but she was convinced that Ducktective was real and would never die, so she happily watched reruns whenever she could. She sat in her grunkle’s chair with her case of hair things, having already finished her sweater for the day, and she planned to play with her long hair while she watched TV. She heard footsteps and casted her eyes to her left. Soon an old nerd came into view and she grinned. “Hey, Grunkle Ford!”

“Hello, my dear.” He smiled at her. “What are you up to?”

“Just watching TV.” She then lit up as a brilliant idea came to her and she held up her hairbrush and glittery bag full of hair clips and hairbows. “Wanna braid my hair?”

Ford held up a hand as he smiled sheepishly. “I’m sorry, Mabel, but I don’t know how to braid hair…”

“I can teach you if you want!” The girl offered happily. “I bet you’d be great at it!”

Just then, Dipper came down the stairs called, “Hey, Grunkle Ford! Ready for our mission?”

“Indeed!” Ford gave him a high-six and the boys headed for the door.

“Where are you two going?” Mabel asked.

“I convinced Ford that we should investigate the Hawktopus further.” Dipper answered. “No anomaly is too stupid to look into.”

“We’ll be back by dinner.” Ford promised as he opened the door. “If not, then assume the monster ate our flesh.”

“See ya later, sis!” Dipper called and the boys were gone.

“Bye!” Mabel yelled after them through the door happily, but her happiness slowly went away as sad thoughts occupied her brain. “Have fun. Without me.”

The teenager slumped in the chair, the sounds of the TV unable to penetrate her thoughts. She knew her grunkles loved her very much, but sometimes she wondered if Ford liked Dipper way better than he liked Mabel. She could understand Ford liking Dipper a little bit more than her, because they were so similar, but it sometimes felt like the Sweater Twins only had sweaters in common and that’s it.

The more Mabel thought about it, it was no wonder Ford liked Dipper way more than he liked Mabel. Stanford Pines was an experienced scientist who had been all over the Multiverse, traveling for thirty years, and was as tough as nails and as strong as an ox; no one like that would want to hang out with a girl who likes glitter and make-overs and other girly things. No wonder Ford would much rather hang out with Dipper than her. Mabel didn’t blame her uncle, but it still kinda hurt.

She wished there was something they could both do. Something Ford and Mabel liked to do. Something no one would only be doing to spend time with the other. Mabel loved adventure and weirdness and exploring, but maybe Grunkle Ford only wanted that to be a Dipper and him thing, which was fine! So Mabel racked her brain for anything he would want to do with her, but she couldn’t think of anything.

To get her mind off of it, she went into the kitchen to get a drink of Mabel Juice and then to maybe hang out with Grunkle Stan, play some cards or throw water balloons at each other. She didn’t really feel like playing with her hair anymore.

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The Hawtopus investigation proved to be more difficult and more enjoyable than Ford had predicted, so after dinner and the kids had gone to bed he yawned into his hand and ventured into his bedroom to take a shower and go to bed. He entered the clean space and slipped off his trenchcoat to hang it on the coat track, and as he did so his eye caught something bright purple and sparkly. He smiled as he saw a bundle messily wrapped with coloring paper and tied up with red ribbon, glitter added for some “pizzazz” as Mabel would have called it.

Ford gently picked up the package and sat on the couch with the gift on his lap. He couldn’t contain the huge smile on his face as he unwrapped the gift. There, cushioned in wrapping paper and on his lap, was a brand new sweater. Ford grinned and held it up for a better look at the new turtleneck. It was blue, his favorite color, and had a beaker with atoms swimming around it, something science-y for him to display proudly on his chest. Mabel had made him a sweater once before, a new red one with a golden six-fingered hand on it, and now he was honored with two sweaters.

He made a mental note to thank Mabel with hugs in the morning. As he stripped for his bath and turned on the shower, he wondered how in the world Mabel found time to do this, to make so many sweaters in such a short amount of time; she seemed to miraculously make a sweater every day! Then his mind toyed with the idea of her working on the sweater while watching TV, but then he remembered that Mabel had been doing her hair and had asked Ford to braid it.

Under the warm water, the old scientist felt like a rock had been dropped in his stomach. He realized he might have hurt her feelings to choose to bond with Dipper rather than her, considering the boys always seemed to be together. Ford was aware that he accidentally showed favoritism in one twin, something he completely didn’t intend to do, and not only had he done so, it had hurt Mabel’s feelings. He had hoped countless messages and phone calls and video chats between summers had assured Mabel that Ford cared about her, but it was very possible that she might need a reminder every so often.

To make it up to her and to reward her for her kindness and patience with a special treat, Ford racked his brain for what to do for her. The only thing that stuck out was the way she had innocently asked her grunkle to braid her hair. Taking into account that no one in the family seemed to do “girly” things with her, at least not nearly as much as she does “boyish” things with the men in the family, Ford made up his mind.

After the shower and dressing in his new sweater, dark pants, and trenchcoat, Ford snuck out of the house to do some research. The library was closed, but Ford had no problem sneaking in and settling in a desk at the dead of night, reading books on the History of Braids and the Origins of Dreadlocks and literally any hair-themed book and magazine the library had; he even read up on hair-dying techniques for whenever Mabel had the desire to try something new.

The books didn’t feel enough. After a quick cup of coffee at a gas station, Ford hurried up the hill for his best friend’s manor. He knocked on the door urgently and waited a minute or two for Old Man McGucket to come to the door, rubbing his eyes with a bathrobe over his green flannel pajamas. “St-Stanford? Whazza matter?”

“I’m sorry to bother you, buddy, but it’s very important.” Ford pressed, his arms full of books and magazines he had borrowed without permission from the library. “I need to learn how to braid hair for Mabel and I was hoping I could use your mobile computer.”

Fiddleford blinked through his thick green glasses and smiled a half-toothy smile. “This is an emergency. Anythang for Lil’ Sweet Tea! C’min, c’min. Want some coffee?”

“That would be great, thank you.”

Long into the night, the old researchers acted just as seriously as they did back in the day, except they weren’t unintentionally creating a gateway to Hell. McGucket dug up some more books from the Northwest’ private book collection in the lounge and Ford used the laptop to do some more recent, or “trendy”, findings. To he and McGucket’s amazement, the internet was full of videos showing exactly how to do all sorts of hairstyles. From coloring hair to cutting it to braids and ponytails, all kinds of hair from straight to messy curls to somewhere in between could be learned to tame with a few clicks on a computer.

“Bingo!” Ford said, readjusting his glasses, and he quickly got to work, just as enthusiastic as he was about earning another PhD or discovering a new anomaly. Fiddleford had a very hard time keeping the smiling eyes off his friend as he watched him get so excited about a feminine activity, one both men had been deprived of due to a lack of females in their lives but were eager to explore.

The next morning, Mabel yawned into her fist and skipped cheerfully down the stairs for a glass of orange juice to start the day. She heard the front door open and close and she was surprised to find Ford coming home. “Grunkle Ford, wh… Aw! You’re wearing your new sweater!”

Ford grinned and nodded. “Yes, I absolutely love it! It’s almost as beautiful as you, my dear. Thank you very much.”

Mabel blushed and drank some juice. “You’re welcome! So, where have you been? Out on a morning walk?”

“Something like that.” Ford said with a shrug. “So, would you still be interested in me braiding your hair?”

Mabel gasped and cried out, “OH, YES PLEASE! I’ll be right back!” And the young girl ran off to get her bag of hair things.

Ford sat himself in his brother’s chair and Mabel soon returned and plopped in his lap when he petted his right leg for her. Mabel gave him the hairbrush to detangle her bed-head and said, “Okay, so it’s easier to start by parting it into sections…”

“Oh, don’t worry, my dear.” Ford said calmly as he brushed her hair lovingly. “I’ve done my research.”

Mabel had on idea what he meant by that, but she shrugged and decided to let him do as he pleased. She had braced her skull for a bit of tugging as it was sometimes difficult to brush tangled hair, but Mabel was pleasantly surprised to find Ford being as gentle as a kitten and brushing her hair so gently she could hardly feel the pull on her scalp, and yet she could feel the knots becoming undone and progress being made. She grinned and said, “Wow, Grunkle Ford, you’re really really good!”

It was a good thing she couldn’t see how red his cheeks turned. “Well, thank you, sweetheart. You truly have very beautiful hair.”

“So do you! It’s so fluffy and cute! After you braid your hair can I braid yours?”

Now Ford’s whole face was as scarlet as a king’s robe. He knew his hair was a bit harder to manage than Stanley’s but he never considered it to be cute or fluffy. “I see no reason why not.”

“Yes! I’m so excited! You really are very beautiful, Grunkle Ford.”

Okay, who gave this young lady permission to be this adorable? There were several dimensions in which it was illegal. “Th-Thank you, Mabel, but really I’m not… B-Beautiful is a more suitable term for wom-”

“Nu, uh!” Mabel interrupted and shook her head only a little bit, trying to be still for her uncle as he brushed her hair. “Daddy says anyone and anything can be beautiful. If a flower or Christmas lights or an animal can be beautiful, then girls and boys can be beautiful. And also girls and boys can be handsome!” Mabel added to drive her point further home.

Ford chuckled and it made his niece’s chest feel warm. “That makes sense. Thank you, Mabel. So, did you feel well last night?”

“Yeah! I had a really funny dream!”

“Oh, what was it about?”

The conversation spilled into swapping stories of past dreams. While Ford’s dreams from the past mostly contained nightmares, he could recall a small handful of dreams that were positive spins on his imagination and he happily recalled them with Mabel. As their talk flowed so easily, like water, Ford detangled all of Mabel’s beautiful hair and then began to braid. He wanted to impress her with something big and elaborate, but he wasn’t confident in his skills yet and this was his first attempt, so he met in the middle and did something a bit more complicated than a simple braid but he wasn’t nearly ready for a boho wedding braid.

With his tongue between his teeth, Ford carefully tied the braid close and held his polydactyl hands away to inspect his work. “Okay, I think I’m done.”

“I wanna see, I wanna see!” Mabel squealed and pulled out a mirror to see her uncle’s work. She was silent with a hard-to-read expression on her face as her eyes fell on her reflection. She tilted her head and the mirror to see the back of her head to see the braid and remained silent.

The braid started as two side braids at the back of her head, but they trailed down and combined into one big, lush braid that hung loosely from the bottom of her skull and trailed down her back. There were one or two times the braid didn’t match the rest of the hair piece and Ford thought the big braid was too loose now that he took a second look at it.

His face fell a little as he was concerned that she didn’t like it and was trying to hide her disappointment. Ford knew he should have interviewed some hairdressers before attempting to do Mabel’s hair, but he had been so excited that he had become reckless, just like always. “I’m sorry, Mabel, I understand if you don’t like it…”

“I LOVE IT!” Mabel had finally conjured up the strength to grin, the wind had been knocked out of her from pure delighted shock, and her eyes were filled with tears and her lips trembled as she admired Ford’s work. “IloveitIloveitIloveitILOVEIT!!!” She squealed loudly and was bouncing in Ford’s lap. “Look, Grunkle Ford, look! You did SUCH a good job! I’m so pretty now! That’s the best braid I’ve ever seen! ThankyouthankyouTHANKYOU!” And she spun around to kiss his cheek and she hopped off of him. “I’m gonna go show Dipper! DIPPER! LOOK WHAT GRUNKLE FORD DID!” Mabel yelled as she ran as fast as she could.

Ford was as still as a statue as his niece’s kind words ringed in his ears like cheerful bells. He wanted to smile, but all he could manage was a tearful look as he used all his might to try not to try, his eyes wet and shiny and his lips pressed together. He chuckled at himself as he pinched the bridge of his nose and composed himself. Soon Mabel was skipping back to him and leaped back into his hold to hug him and nuzzle her face in his shoulder.

“Thank you, Grunkle Ford, I love it.” She repeated.

Ford hugged her back tightly and rubbed circles into her back. “You’re very welcome, my dear. Thank you for letting me braid your hair.”

After one last squeeze, Mabel climbed up the armchair to sit on the back so she was behind Ford’s head. She held out a hand for the hairbrush and said, “Your turn!”

Ford grinned and handed her the sparkly hairbrush and felt himself relax as his scalp was treated to the gentle sensation of his niece brushing and caring for his gray fluff.

[alleyskywalker]

I'm sorry to pull out this Pain TM again but:

Benvolio once again thought of Mercutio’s sword, oddly naked without its blue ribbon. Perhaps it had been tied as a joke, and perhaps Mercutio had only left it on because he thought the joke was funny, and to annoy those of his family who thought he ought not get so involved with the Montague-Capulet feud. But the fact remained, and it was that sword with its silly blue ribbon that Mercutio had raised in Romeo’s defense and had died holding. It felt like a much more romantic story than all the flustered, stolen kisses they had shared, away from prying eyes and unfriendly tongues.

“Does it surprise you that he loved you?” Romeo asked, sounding almost confused.

Benvolio could feel Romeo’s eyes on him. He looked up cautiously, his stomach twisting into knots. He didn’t know how to explain without making it sound like he had not trusted Mercutio, like they hadn’t been happy. “Not surprised, no. But it’s a little…Mercutio was never very straightforward with his feelings.”

Romeo smiled one of those sad, wistful smiles again. “No, he wasn’t.” He was thoughtful for a moment, then reached into an inner pocket and drew something out, held on to it for a moment, reluctant to part with it, then held it out to Benvolio. “You should have it.”

In Romeo’s hand, curled up like a baby snake, was a tattered piece of blue ribbon.

Benvolio’s heart skipped a beat. “Is that…?”

“Yes. The ribbon I tied to Mercutio’s sword. The sword…the sword I gave to Valentine, but I took the ribbon off first. I don’t have a lot of things to remember Mercutio by and all… You have most of the letters and the miniature and I… But you should have it.”

Benvolio shook his head quickly. “No, it’s yours. It was your joke, your ribbon. I don’t…”

“That’s how it started, but I think Mercutio never took it off because it…he was loyal to us, always, and he liked sporting Montague colors, put that in everyone’s face. Unnecessarily, perhaps – a theatrical show of loyalty, but still. And you were the Montague he loved.”

Benvolio reached for the ribbon, but stopped halfway. He closed his eyes and allowed the memories to wash over him again – Romeo in Mercutio’s lap, Mercutio’s arm around Romeo’s shoulders, their laugher and banter-insults and inside jokes Benvolio only halfway understood, the way Mercutio called him the sweetest, stupidest puppy I’ve ever met, with an affection Benvolio never heard used toward anyone else. These things had never made him jealous before – he had seen them for what they were when Mercutio was alive, there was no reason he should start seeing hidden meanings in them now.

He covered Romeo’s hand with his, and gently closed his fingers over the ribbon. “No, it’s yours. Mercutio and I were in love, but you were his best friend, his little brother, and he adored you. I have no right to intrude on that. I have our letters and his miniature, like a proper heartsick lover—” he smiled a little sadly, a little self-deprecating. “But you were always his reason to fight and to flaunt this stupid blue ribbon around town. It’s yours by right.”

Ahhh ok ok ok. There are so many things here, honestly, but I’m going to try to not this like an Essay. This is from And Then There Were Two.

 As we Know the Blue Ribbon is a standard headcanon of mind that basically happens in practically every canon-era verse/fic. It comes from my Romercutio roots/heart, and Ben isn’t wrong when he thinks its romantic, because when it was conceived as a headcanon it was supposed to be. (The idea being that when they’re in their tweens or so, Romeo ties a blue ribbon to Mercutio’s sword as kind of joke re: Mercutio being his/the Montague’s knight and where Romeo implicitly takes the role of the Fair Lady handing out favors at a tourney and he’s kind of making fun of himself too by basically going “yes I’m kinda girly and like romantic things.” But then Mercutio never takes the ribbon off, because he’d love to wear Romeo’s favor at a tourney, or anywhere else really, and he’s proud of his alliance with the Montagues. And well…it’s the one small way he can show he’s in love with Romeo while still having some plausible deniability.) But that’s in a Romercutio verse or at least a verse that’s not explicitly Bencutio. So how does it fit into a verse where Mercutio and Ben are in love with each other?

 And that is where we come to my other hill and something this fic kind of has a theme in part: romance and friendship being equally important but society not necessarily seeing it as such. Here, Mercutio was romantically into Benvolio and/but Romeo was his best friend, his little brother in a way. He loved both of them but in different ways. So, the ribbon doesn’t have a romantic subtext here, but still one of intense loyalty. Because Romeo is younger and because of who he is as a person, Mercutio was super protective of him. Ben is, of course, can’t help be a tiny bit jealous (since this is a thing he has to deal with somewhat in this fic) when he says “you were always his reason to fight and to flaunt this stupid blue ribbon around town.” But it’s also kind of true, in that Romeo needed more protecting than Benvolio – at least from Mercutio’s perspective and probably everyone else’s lbr – and he was the Montague heir, so in a way, the Montague “flag” was his flag by default.

 This romance/friendship tension is also set up with Romeo offering Ben the ribbon, even though, technically, this is a memento that’s clearly most relevant to him, since it was his joke, as Ben correctly points out. That, and also that Romeo is clearly pained to be parted from it; it’s one of the few physical things he has to remember Mercutio by. Benvolio has very standard romantic things: Mercutio’s portrait, letter (some of which, btw, are implied to have been to both boys, but Benvolio is the one who keeps them because it’s kind of an unspoken understanding that as the lover he would, and Romeo, of course, would be the sort to follow romance-prioritizing norms unquestioningly).

 Romeo, throughout this fic, suffers from the affliction of being indoctrinate into the social hierarchizing of relationships where friendship, no matter how strong, is seen/held as lesser than romance and blood-related family. It comes out in any number of ways: him giving the sword to Valentine and offering the ribbon to Ben, prioritizing Ben’s feelings of grief over his own to a pretty extreme extent, trying to suppress his own grief because “others lost more” (even though there’s no indication that Benvolio loved Mercutio more rather than differently and by all signs, Mercutio and Valentine weren’t super close). And yes, in part he does this out of love for Ben and because he also feels guilty regarding his part in Mercutio’s death (which unfortunately doesn’t fully get resolved, I realize) – something that Benvolio exacerbates during their off-screen fight before the funeral. But “you were the Montague he loved” in this scene is Romeo’s admission that he’s not important here, even though that’s not true, and the fact it’s not true is something that Benvolio has to admit to as well.

 Which he does – he reaches for the ribbon at first, desperate to have as many pieces of Mercutio for himself as he can, but when he stops and thinks, he has to realize he’s being unfair. While they were all friends, there was a part of Romeo and Mercutio’s bond that he wasn’t party to (inside jokes, their specific sort of banter, Mercutio’s hyper-protectiveness in a familial sort of way), in a similar way that Ben and Mercutio had things (romance, sex) that Romeo wasn’t a part of. It’s true that when I write Bencutio, I manage it with a specific split in which Bencutio have a sexual attraction which spurs a sort of romantic chemistry as well, but Romeo and Mercutio are basically soulmates – they just don’t want to kiss each other. (Which, IDK if making them basically queerplatonic is helpful to this specific Hill of Respect Friendship 2kForever but listen, Bencutio is my NOTP, I gotta balance it out with something.) But anyway…this is kind of where Ben’s bit of jealousy comes from – he and Mercutio aren’t particularly romantic people anyway in the sort of overt, poetic way Romeo is, and a lot of their relationship manifested sexually. Which was great while they were at it, but now that Mercutio’s gone, Ben can’t always help but compare it to some of these very emotionally intimate moments Romeo and Mercutio had, and he gets a little confused. It doesn’t really help that the background of a homophobic society is constantly telling him that his sexual desire for Mercutio was wrong and dirty and therefore it doesn’t always read well in comparison with Romeo and Mercutio’s “untainted” tenderness. In a more modern world, this at least would potentially not be quite as much of a stressor.

 Ok, this is already hitting 1k words so I’m gonna stop xD But thank you so much for the ask!

[har-rison-s]

Spiders In Your Hair

Request: Hi! Can I have a Stan Uris x female reader who loooveesss playing with his hair because she too has curly hair like his (I'm self indulgent) and knows how good it feels when someone plays with it? (My hairs like to my mid neck and is curly like Wyatt's AND is the same color lmao) thanks dear, have a good day/night.

A/N: Cute!! The first Stan request and I'm executing it the third. But that's okay, can't help how my creativity floats. Floats, heheheehhe. Don't let me joke. I have the same hair as Wyatt, too, only I have golden brown-blonde curls, not brown. But his are so pretty.... Omfg. I'm melting. I hope this is what you were looking for! Happy reading!

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warnings: nothing, except talks of spiders

The Clubhouse was a place full of love and warmth, a place no one except the losers know and could uncover. They've done a good job at hiding it from anyone, thanks to Ben's incredibly high knowledge in architecture and nature's own cunning ways of concealing the lower levels.

But, as much as the sun shone through some holes in the ground accidentally made, it isn't enough sunbathing for Y/N. Plus, her hair heats up her head what with the curls being concealed by Stanley's bought shower-cap. Her shower-cap has hearts, he made sure of that when he was shopping for them.

She hates spiders, so she doesn't mind the shower-cap when she's in the Clubhouse. But it tends to irritate her skin, and she's glad when it's off, outside of the Clubhouse.

This being one of those days. Her hair is disobedient today of all days, when she had to meet Stan and the others and not stay at home with her family. She did wash it, but maybe her mother's shampoo isn't working for her hair. It's extremely dry and going in all directions. She can't control it.

“I'm going, um, upstairs,” she tells everyone with a smile and the crowd nods. Stan follow his girl suit, much rather glad to enjoy her company than to be hearing Richie and Eddie's eternal bickering. It's killing his nerves.

“Go, Stan, run after your girlie!” Richie mocks him, which earns him a hard jab in his left side from Beverly. Y/N only shakes her head and runs up the wooden stairs. 

She sighs once she's gotten the cap off and her hair waves all around her. She sits down by the tree that's almost next to the entrance, her head and back against the wooden base. She closes her eyes. She doesn't need sunglasses.

“Hey, lovely.” She hears Stan saying and she squeezes one eye open to look at him. Her face is scrunched up due to the sun rays and she looks ever so cute in his eyes. Stan smiles wide and walks over to her on his slightly wobbly, but firm legs. She's always loved his stance.

Y/N spreads her legs a little, her dress stretching along, and patting her lap. Stan giggles and gladly slays down in her lap, his head resting on her stomach. She gets a bit more comfortable, sliding down a little. For both their comfort. Her hands lay over his shoulders, palms on his chest and he reaches upwards with his hands to hold them. Her fingers are just as small as his own, but more slender.

“When are we leaving for camp again?” Stanley asks, looking up at his girlfriend. 

“Um... August 5th.” She says and slowly retracts her hands from Stanley's, going up in his hair instead. 

“Then we still have three weeks to pack.” He states and his eyelids drop at the feeling of her fingers going through his curls, gently touching his scalp. “Is there anything we need to take with us?”

“Nothing except for a blank, white t-shirt.” Y/N responds. Her fingers are parting his curls here and there, admiring how beautiful they look in the sunlight. Shining like the curls of an angel from heaven. He looks like an angel, and he is in all possible ways. “I bet you five bucks we're gonna make tie-dye shirts for ourselves.” She states.

Stan giggles, holding his stomach. “You—You don't even have five bucks.” He points out. Y/N joins him in laughing, both their laughter audible from inside the clubhouse. “Why do you think tie-dye?” Stan questions.

Y/N shrugs. “White shirts. Camp. Camp activities. Maybe we're gonna be painting on the shirts or something.” She wonders. His hair strands feel like ribbons around her fingers and hands. She could spend her whole life threading through the curls, watch as they grow longer until Stanley starts looking a bit like a dog with fur. She laughs inwardly at that.

“If we are, I'm gonna paint a Bohemian Waxwing.” Stan decides. 

“Oh, the pretty birdie with the grey, white and red feathers?” Y/N cheers and feels Stanley nodding his head under her hands. “That would be really pretty. Maybe you could paint more than one, as if they're sitting in a tree or on a... an electric wire. You know, the classic scenery.”

Stan chuckles and nods again. “That would be really cool.”

“It would be the coolest shirt ever, babe.” She tells him. 

“What would you paint on the shirt, love?” Stan questions and turns to lay on his back in her lap, taking her hands from his hair gingerly. He places his palms flat out against hers and, as they're looking at each other, he bends his fingers so that their hands are interlocked.

“Your eyes, I think.” She admits, looking into those hazel jewels. “Or your eyes and hair.” Stanley blushes, and he's not ashamed to show his crimson cheeks. He doesn't hide anything form her. He smiles wide. 

“It wouldn't exactly be fair to you that I'm painting a bird and you—me.” He states in a quiet voice. Y/N reaches her left palm to his curls again, brushing them off his forehead, behind his ear. 

“Well, really, it could be anyone.” She says. “Only you and I would know it's you. And that's okay, I'll forgive you.” She smiles, chuckling for a second. “You're better at drawing birds than people.”

“Hey!” Stan pokes her arm, but not too harshly. 

“We both know it. In fact, all of us do.” Y/N justifies. Stan rolls his eyes, but there's still a smile on his face. “It'll come with time, baby.”

“I'm gonna need more tutoring from you, then.” Stan then tells her and sits up to her level. His hand reaches for her hair behind her ear, his thumb soothing over her cheek. She almost falls into his hand, loving the touch. And even if her hair is beyond ugly today, she doesn't protest him touching her hair.

Stanley keeps his eyes on her, a peaceful lovingness in them. The sun on them is so warm they both feel like falling asleep on the spot. Stan pulls her lips to his in a slow, tender kiss. She puts her hand around the wrist he's holding her head with and pulls apart their lips. Their foreheads rest against one another. 

“With kissing like that you can expect much more than tutoring.” She tells him and they both giggle. 

“Oh, yeah? Like what?” He asks, his fingers twirling a curl of hers between them. 

“Well... Dinner with my family.” Y/N responds and bites her lip immediately, anxious about Stanley's response. He withdraws from her, eyes wide and eyebrows raised in surprise.

“Th-They want to invite me over for dinner?” He questions. Y/N raises her eyebrows, too, slightly. 

“My parents do want to meet the boy who I'm going to camp with.” She says. “And I think I'm finally ready to tell them about you. Like, about being together.” She tells him, looking down at her hands due to her shyness. But Stanley smiles so wide he even lets out a laugh of happiness.

He gives his girl many kisses on both her cheeks, making her blush and giggle uncontrollably. She tries to push him off her, but she can't find the strength to and stays in her boyfriend's embrace and wrath of kisses until he stops. 

“I'm so happy.” Stan says, pressing his cheek against Y/N's while he hugs her close to him. “Happy for you. Happy for us.” He tells her and Y/N can only smile to herself. Her hands are loosely hanging around Stanley's neck and fingers again threading into her curls. “Oh, my goodness.” The young man suddenly gasps and Y/N looks up at him. 

“What? What is it?” Is something wrong? Does he not want to come over for dinner? Is he afraid of her family?

“I don't know what I'm going to wear.” Stanley says with theatrical fright in his eyes and face. Y/N narrows her eyes at him out of simple annoyance that he scared her a little. Taking what they've all been through, a fake scare could still be a scare. 

“I suggest you come in your swimming trunks. That'll make a good impression.” She tells him, paying back for a false alarm from him. The statement makes Stanley blush and he clears his throat. 

“Right-o.” 

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[sassyshoulderangel319]

A Sanders Sides Birthday

Note: Okay so I’m a bad friend and today is @moonlight-lyrics / @pat-on-verge’s birthday and I need to give her this present before midnight. In my defense, my watch broke and that’s how I keep track of the date.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LYIRC! LOVE YOU GIRLIE!

“Oh yeah! Party time!” Roman exclaimed.

“When is she going to be here again?” Virgil asked, standing warily on a chair as he hung some streamers.

“ANY MINUTE NOW!” Logan screeched, glancing at the clock and nearly dropping the hastily-wrapped gift in his arms. “WE ARE BEHIND SCHEDULE BOYS! STEP UP THE PACE!”

“Now, now Logan,” Patton soothed, casting a sidelong glance at Virgil—who’d gone tense at Logan’s raised voice. “It’s okay. We’ve still got a few minutes until she’d even be considered early. And we’re almost done. We’ve got plenty of time.”

“Yeah, it’ll be okay. Even if we’re not quite ready, it’ll be… endearing,” Thomas added, grinning as he put a festive plastic table cloth over the dining table in case anyone spilled frosting, cake, or ice cream. “And, y’know, we mean well.” Patton gave Thomas finger guns and went back to gently placing candles in the frosting of the cake he’d baked.

“Roman, are you even going to help?” Virgil snapped.

Roman looked offended. “I did help, Jean Val-glum! I blew up all the balloons, and now I’m supervising to make sure this place looks like a dream birthday party setting!” he retorted.

Virgil rolled his eyes. “Some days I really don’t like you,” he muttered.

“What was that?” Roman asked.

“Nothing,” Virgil replied. “Just talking to myself. Said I wouldn’t mind some glue. It’d destroy the paint on the walls but the streamers would stay up better.”

“Ah. Yes. That is… unfortunate,” Roman remarked.

Logan made a face at Virgil, who ignored it.

“How we doing on those streamers anyway?” Thomas inquired.

“Just dandy,” Virgil answered sarcastically.

“Good. This is exciting! I love surprise parties when they’re for other people!” Patton exclaimed.

You cross to your friend Thomas’ front door and lift your hand to knock. He told you to be there at five in the evening, no sooner, and no later. You weren’t entirely sure why.

You had your suspicions, of course, but how on earth would he remember it was your birthday? You told him that once almost ten months ago. During a game of truth-or-dare.

Your knuckles rap against the door. Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock!

Though the door you can hear, “SHE’S HERE!” and thundering footsteps as several people scramble.

Almost instantly the door opens.

The first thing you notice is that it’s dark in his apartment. Usually he has the lights on or the windows open. Today the blinds are closed and the bulbs in the ceiling aren’t glowing.

The second thing you notice is that it was Virgil who answered the door. You’d become acquainted with the physical projections of Thomas’ so-called Sides back around when you first became good friends with Thomas. Virgil lifts a blindfold. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but this is my job.” He lifts it up and wraps the black cloth around your eyes.

You make a face of irritation. Was this what you were suspicious of or was Thomas going to ambush you with some strange makeover again?

That had been a weird party.

“So how are things?” you ask Virgil as he leads you down the hallway by your elbow into the living room.

“Things are fine,” he answers calmly, sitting you on the sofa.

You opened your mouth to say something else, but at that moment, the blindfold is—gently—ripped away and the lights turn on.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY LYRIC!” five identical voices cry with varying degrees of enthusiasm.

Even Virgil is smiling.

“Aw, you guys!” you exclaim. The apartment has been decorated with crepe paper streamers that have been twisted lightly to look pretty, balloons of various colors, and little ribbon curls hanging off every available surface. A string of fairy lights hangs above the streamers where the walls met the ceiling.

Patton is the first to give you a hug—one so tight he nearly cracks your ribs. Thomas and Roman quickly follow. Roman also takes your hand and kisses your knuckles in the most dramatic way possible. Virgil is less enthusiastic but he gives you a little squeeze. Logan, apparently, doesn’t seem to really understand why a hug is necessary so he just puts his arms around you like you’re going to blow up if he wraps you up too tight and then quickly lets go.

“So, we made a cake and there are some presents and we’ve already ordered a pizza—it’s on its way here now–and tonight is going to be so much fun! We can watch a movie or play a board game—oooh! Or Charades!—and just have a good time! What do you say?” Patton asks excitedly.

“Sounds like fun,” you tell him. He, Roman, and Thomas light up like fireworks.

And so the night starts.

“PRESENTS!” Patton shouts after the six of your have consumed as much pizza, cake, and ice cream as possible. Also after Virgil sat on a balloon Roman put on his chair, popped it, and scared the living daylights out of everyone—including Roman.

“Yes! Gift-giving!” Roman agrees, snatching a box off the table.

“You guys didn’t actually get me stuff, did you?” you wonder.

“Of course we did. You’re everyone’s friend!” Patton says.

You figure it’s better not to argue.

Soon Thomas, Logan, Roman, Patton, and Virgil all have something in their hands—all wrapped with varying degrees of precision. Logan’s is, surprisingly, the sloppiest. Probably because he doesn’t see the point of frivolous wrapping paper or something. Virgil’s is the neatest.

“Me first!” Patton squeals, bounding out of his chair to give you his gift. It’s in a yellow paper bag with pale green tissue paper hanging out of the top. He sits back down and presses his hands together in anticipation.

Feeling excited now, you pull the tissue paper out.

Something soft-looking sits in the bottom.

You pull it out—and two things fall onto your lap.

Plushies. One a smooth black kitten, the other a fuzzy gold puppy.

“Aw!” you say. “They’re so cute!”

Patton gives you a hug. “They’re to keep you company!”

“They definitely will.”

“Me next!” Roman barks, lightly tugging Patton out of his way. He hands you a box about the size of a football wrapped in gold paper with glimmering roses on it and a silver ribbon..

Curious, you tug the ribbon off. It falls near your ankles. Not wanting to ruin the gorgeous wrapping paper, you gently tear it apart.

The box is made of velvet and has hinges along the back.

You pull up on the lid and the box snaps open.

A tiara of silver with stars of red gems sits on a crushed velvet stand.

“It’s not real,” Virgil remarks. “It’s costume jewelry so you don’t have to worry about someone stealing it.”

“But every princes needs a mark of her power!” Roman interupts, looking triumphant. You smile and give him a hug.

Thomas hands you his gift—another bag with tissue paper sticking out the top.

You yank out the tissue paper and dig your hand into the bottom of the bag. Your fingers brush plastic wrap. Your mouth drops open as you pull the plastic out. Four fist-sized spheres of multi-colored chalk sit in individual packs. Confused for a moment, you glance at the label.

“Bath bombs! No way!”

“They’re jasmine-scented. I think they smell the best,” Thomas adds.

“Thank you! All of you!”

Logan, looking a bit uncomfortable with all the emotion and affection in the room, hands you his. It’s wide but thin—and heavy, wrapped in blue striped paper. You tear it apart with reckless abandon.

It appears to be a mixture of things, but one thing it definitely is—well, of course it’s a book.

“A third of the pages are lined, a third are blank, and the first third are photos,” Logan explains. He clears his throat. “Patton helped.”

Patton smiles.

You hug Logan—even though he tenses up. “Thank you! It’s wonderful.”

After you sit back in your seat, Virgil hands you his gift—the smallest. It’s wrapped in glossy black paper with a purple ribbon tied in a bow with its ends pristinely curled. It’s a little cube about the size of your fist.

Gently you pop the tape and slide the box out of the wrapping paper.

Another small velvet jewelry box.

You stick your thumbnail into the seam and carefully open the lid.

Sitting on a raised stand is a thin silver chain with a silver star charm on it.

“Just thought… you know… you could use a lucky star,” Virgil murmurs.

With a completely undignified squee—but who cares?—you throw your arms around Virgil, who freezes in surprise but then wraps his arms around you. “I love it! Thank you! Thank you all so much! This has been an incredible birthday!” you exclaim.

Patton, Roman, and Thomas envelop the two of you into a massive group hug—that Patton forcefully drags Logan into as well.

“We love you Lyric. Happy birthday.”

“Thank you all. I love you too.”