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Alastor x Child!Doe! Reader part 2

A/n: hello dear readers! This is part two of the Alastor x child!doe!reader fic and i hope you will like it!

Alastor would have never thought that he would enjoy the company of a child much less a little child, as he always thought children were annoying creatures but you, you were different, you were his little sunshine, his little doe daughter who loved him like a father.

Alastor was a morning person and as a morning person the first thing he does is go downstairs of the hotel and then in the kitchen to make himself his hellish bitter coffee, of course he couldn't just let his darling daughter aline in his room, he took her with him, carrying the still sleeping doe in his arms and chuckling when she stirs awake and just babbles like always, looks like she wasn't really a morning person but he can endure that!

While making himself coffee he would also make you your cacao or hot chocolate, he never liked sweet things but his now adopted daughter is the only sweet thing he will ever accept in his eternal life.

He will make you some quick breakfast like an omelet or scrambled eggs with bacon and then he will take you with him to the balcony of the hotel with chairs and a table and snap his fingers so the food and drinks would arrive, of course he also took a blanket with him so you wouldn't get sick as he has heard that children in hell tend to get ill quicker then on earth.

And today was also special, well at least for your big sister Charlie! Her dad was coming, and well the residents at the hotel have already explained to you many times that charlie was a princess, the princess of hell to be specific and her dad is the devil, Lucifer, but well you were a child after all and didn't really understand those things with devil and stuff but you understood that you had to behave well when he will be here, because his Charlie's family! But you did need to think of what to call him, just Lucifer was boring to you, you have names for everyone! Like big sister Charlie and big sister Vaggie, big brother Angel, Uncle Husk, big sister Nifty and Uncle Pentious, even egg bois had names, you called them your cousins! And alastor was your dear and unreplaceable papa! But you had time to think on what to call Lucifer so it's okay.

After breakfast Alastor would tell you to wash up which you did and then he would change you, he changed you in a cute red blouse with ruffles and some black details like butterflies and stuff and a cute black skirt with ruffles as well, black Tights and cute red flats with straps , and he gave you the mini version of his microphone cane that rosie made for you, now you looked like a full little lady to go! Alastor whipped away an invisible tear as you beamed happily because you looked like your papa at some point, gosh you were adorable!

When you both went down, well more like Alastor was the one carrying you as you were babbling away innocently.

When you both were in the lobby, everything was done for the king's arrival and Alastor still held you like his little treasure with his usual smile, and charlie being nervous about her fathers arrival was noticeable so you wiggled out of your papa's grip and ran to her and tugged on her red pants and and then patted her to calm her down, you really were a pure soul, and a motivation for Charlie to keep going with her dream of redemption for sinners.

After a moment the king finally arrived and everything went like in the show until Alastor insulted Lucifer and Charlie went in between them to get them away from one another and you ran to your papa and patted his leg and looked up at him with a pouty face and said "no bad words! Bad papa!", Alastor just chuckled and forgot about the short king and pucked his darling up and resured you that it was okay for him to use 'bad words' but not for you because you were a little lady but you were okay with that and snuggled to your papa.

Lucifer only then noticed you, a small child, in hell, and he could feel your pure and innocent soul, which made him question why you were here.

He asked Charlie and when she told him what you told them at your arrival and how Angel explained to them that you died from drug overdose from your father, which made Lucifer furious and he wanted to literally jump on Alastor and skin him alive, he thought that alastor was the one that killed you because you were calling him papa.

Charlie noticed how her father was, well, growing his horns and his ever going red, she quickly resured him that Alastor wasn't your biological father but your adoptive one.

You had called Charlie big Sister many times that day which made Lucifer think ' I'ma adopt this cute' because you reminded him of smaller Charlie with your innocence but he couldn't really adopt you because Alastor was always by you and glaring at lucifer as if he could hear his thoughts.

Lucifer was also furious at heaven for being foolish and sending an innocent soul down to hell for something they couldn't do and didn't even understand, like you literally didn't even now understand where you were, like that's messed up, even from heaven.

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After this exhausting day, how Alastor would like to call it after protecting his daughter from a certain king of hell who wanted to steal his only light in this dark and unholy afterlife.

He gave you your usual juice box and changed your clothes to pj clothes and read you an bedtime story as you fell asleep while hugging a deer plushie you got from Alastor.

Alastor when he finished the story, quietly left the room and went to his raio tower, still dressed in his usual outfit and looked at the sinner who had insulted you and tried to grab you away from him the other day on your way with alastor to cannibal town to visit Rosie.

Clearly after those 7 years of his absence, those filthy sinners have forgotten to not mess with the radio demon.

Let's just say this was one of his longest broadcasts of a screaming sinner in a long time, and he felt satisfied when he tortured the sinner, of course he had to stop when he heard a small knock on his radio tower door as he knew it was you, he teleported the filthy sinner to his house away from the pentagram city and opened the door to his radio tower and saw your sleepy form while hugging the deer plushie.

He didn't ask you why you were awake as he knew you either had a nightmare of your past or just felt scared without your papa, and with that the day ends with you and your papa sleeping on the couch in his radio tower with soft jazz playing in the background and your soft snoors.

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A/n: thats it for part two! I hope you enjoyed it dear readers, i will write part three tomorrow and also publish it!

And i have had a few more ideas for fanfics or mini series so stay tuned and have a great day or night!

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #alastor x reader #lucifer morningstar x reader #Lucifer Morningstar x child reader #alastor x child reader #hazbin hotel x child reader #everythings platonic

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allywthsr · 1 year ago

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CHRISTMAS MOVIES | (l.norris)

summary: you and Lando watch Christmas movies

wordcount: 1k words

pairing: landonorris x fem!reader

warnings: none!

notes: what are we thinking?

advent calendar

”Lando, come on!“

You were sitting on the couch, waiting for Lando to come and join you. You planned a Christmas movie marathon for tonight, Lando finally had less stuff to do for McLaren and could relax from the stress he had over the year.

The day had been eventful with buying presents and getting ready for Christmas, you counted down the minutes until the evening would start and Lando and you would sit on the couch.

”I‘m coming babe, you can start Netflix already.“

So you did just that, grabbing the remote control and starting the TV, opening Netflix. Clicking through the different movies that Netflix had to offer, you wanted something romantic but funny and knew you had to make it sound cool or Lando wouldn’t watch it.

He came into the room with two mugs in his hands, he made cacao for the both of you, and he even added little marshmallows. You took the mug from his hand and took a small sip after blowing on it, so it would cool down a little.

”The aftertaste is different, it’s fucking good, what did you do with it?“

Now he sat down next to you and clinked your mugs together, putting his hand on your thigh and stroking it softly.

”I added some of your candy canes, I hope that’s okay I stole some.“

”Of course! It tastes tucking delicious.“

”Have you found something to watch yet?“

”No, I’m torn between this film and that one. What do you think?“

”I like the first one better, I know you love that film.“

You looked at him and pouted.

”Why, what’s wrong?“

”You’re so cute!“

You put your mug on the table and grabbed Lando’s mug from his hands to also set it on the table, now you threw yourself at him and hugged him tightly.

”You’re the best boyfriend ever.“

”Because I said we can watch a film that you love?“, his slight chuckle made you smile.

”No, you’re always the sweetest, and look at you, making me hot chocolate because I’m freezing.“

”You’re always freezing, so obviously I want you to be warm.“

”Whatever reason, I love you.“

”I love you too.“

Now you two lay on the couch and no one moved to press start on the movie.

”Y/N, will you get up and press play?“

”But I‘m so cozy right now.“

”Then we’re not going to watch the film.“

”Ugh, fine.“

You moved off of him and pressed play, drinking another sip of your drink, and laid back down on Lando. He put his hand on your back under your hoodie and started to slightly scratch the skin, while your hands found themselves in his hair to pull lightly on his strands. You both needed an evening with cuddles and movies, needing to be close to each other.

The wintery scene on the TV looked beautiful, you couldn’t wait for the weekend in the snow you had planned soon.

The hot chocolate on the table was now empty, and you were craving for more, you kindly asked Lando to make you a new one, because you could never make it as good as he could.

You paused the film and he got up to walk to the kitchen, while he was prepping another round of cocoa, you opened the metal box with the self-baked cookies and placed some cookies on a plate to take with you to the couch. If you placed the box on the the table, it would be empty before the movie was finished, and Lando and you would have stomach pain for the rest of the night.

While you two waited for the milk to warm up, you sat on the counter and he stood in between your legs, rubbing his hands over your thigh. You enjoyed the silence, and before you could say anything, the milk was ready and Lando was mixing cocoa powder and a half candy cane into the mugs, not forgetting little marshmallows.

Together you walked back to the couch where you resumed in your old position, on top of each other and with the hands somewhere on the body of the other. Your hands were on his neck now, you loved gripping and caressing it, the strong muscles moving underneath your grip.

The movie was playing, and you knew Lando wasn’t that into it, but he was content just holding you, he told you that multiple times when you caught him staring at your face. When the romantic kiss came, Lando pulled on your chin and pressed a kiss to your lips, starting to move them carefully against your lips. Quickly the kiss got more heated and Lando sat up, pulling you on his lap, you could feel him getting excited, he was squeezing your ass, grinding your lower half against his. You had to stop this.

”I‘m sorry baby, my period is due soon and I’m already leaking some weird liquid.“

”It’s extra lube.“

You slapped his chest playfully and kissed his cheek.

”I‘m not in the mood, I’m sorry.“

”That’s nothing you have to apologize for, my love. I was just joking.“

”Do you want me to help you?“

”I‘m good, it’ll go down in a second, you know how excited I get while kissing you.“

You smiled against his lips and pecked them quickly.

”You want to watch another movie? You can choose. Are you okay by the way? Do you need any pain meds or a hot water bottle?“

”I just need you to hold me, I can endure it for now.“

You pressed another kiss to his lips and he settled back on the couch, laying you next to him, so he could put a hand on your lower belly, caressing the skin slowly.

You took the remote control and chose the next film, another Christmas romance, but it was what you craved right now, and Lando would never deny your requests, as long as he got to spend time together.

#lando norris #lando norris imagine #formula 1 #lando norris x you #lando norris x reader #lando norris fluff #lando norris x y/n #lando x reader #lando norris one shot #lando imagine #christmas #movies

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sleepingdeath-light · 23 days ago

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poly relationship hcs ; crunchy chip cookie, red velvet cookie

requested by ; ⭐️ anon (27/04/23)

fandom(s) ; cookie run

fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | specific

character(s) ; crunchy chip cookie, red velvet cookie

outline ; “May I claim the ⭐️ anon? Or be super star anon? Any of those two will work!

Also May I request headcanons for red velvet x reader x crunchy Chip? Smut or fluff is up to you <3 I’m 18 btw!!”

note ; may be somewhat ooc as i’m not 100% sure how to make this throuple work considering canon haha ^^;

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

hope you like dogs because, well, with these two as partners you will spend a lot of time surrounded by pups of various size — both the smaller cake hounds that will collect in groups to tackle you to the floor for cuddles and scratches, and the much larger cream wolves that will jump up on the bed with you and leave the three of you virtually no room to move (yes they have all been told to calm down and stop doing both of these things, no it hasn’t worked)

both of these men are extremely protective over you and would sooner let themselves crumble than allow any harm to come to you. at times this protectiveness can border on overbearing (especially given how intense they can both get about keeping you well away from any dangerous areas or individuals), but trust that they have your best interests at heart… just know that after you enter this relationship you will not be left alone for longer than a few moments at a time, either having one (or both) of your boyfriends by your side or having some of their dogs sticking close by to ensure that you don’t get hurt

whenever you get sick or injured these two become the ultimate caretakers: making sure you eat and drink enough each day, forcing you to take your medicine, refusing you to let you do things on your own, (lovingly) scolding you for not taking care of yourself, and getting into arguments with each other over who gets to do what for you (which would be cute… if you weren’t dealing with a migraine at the time)

after the war against dark enchantress cookie has come to a close, crunchy chip cookie returns to his post up in the mountains outside of the dark cacao kingdom while red velvet cookie chooses to stay at home and takes care of things in the domestic sphere. it’s a welcome change of pace after a lifetime of training and combat and violence, and he enjoys getting the chance to slow down and just take care of things for once (spoiling the dogs, putting his stronger cake arm to use by doing repairs around the house, catching up on chores, and running actual normal errands unrelated to the cake tower for the first time in his life), and he finds he actually has a talent for cooking and baking. this means that both you and crunchy chip cookie get to come home to a good hot meal everyday after work, which is always very openly appreciated (what with your compliments and the way that crunchy chip cookie scarfs it all down without any hesitation)

related to the previous point, but unless you opt to work with crunchy chip cookie in the mountains it’s inevitable that you’ll end up spending much more one-on-one time with red velvet cookie. of course he does his best to make up for his absence when he’s home with you both, but the fact still remains that red velvet cookie has the freedom to be by your side much more often than your other boyfriend does

both love it when you wear their clothing — red velvet cookie just happens to be much more subtle about it (won’t ask you to wear anything and won’t comment on it when he sees you in his jacket, but you will catch him smiling and staring at you when he thinks you’re not looking) while crunchy chip cookie is very blatant about how much he appreciates the sight (placing his coat over your shoulders even when you’re not cold, complimenting you for ‘looking good’ in his clothes, and getting a smug look on his face when others notice that you’re wearing something of his)

red velvet cookie prefers more relaxed dates (e.g. walking the cake hounds together, staying inside and reading, maybe going to a nice restaurant every once in a while), whereas crunchy chip cookie prefers more active and spontaneous dates (e.g. hiking, camping, etc.), and depending on your personal preferences the three of you tend to alternate between the two extremes on each date — though that doesn’t mean they won’t playfully complain about each other’s choices when conversations start to lull (e.g. calling a quiet night in ‘boring’ or commenting on how an impromptu climbing trip up the nearest mountain is ‘way too much’ for a weekday… but don’t worry too much, these complaints and arguments are mostly in jest and as long as you’re with them they don’t really mind what you’re doing)

crunchy chip cookie tends to stick to shorter pet names that are quicker and simpler to say (e.g. ‘babe’, ‘sweets’, or a shortened variation of your name), while red velvet cookie leans towards more traditional terms of endearment (like ‘darling’, ‘my love’, or ‘my heart’). for each other, though, they generally just tend to use their names… old habits die hard, apparently

both of them are quite physically affectionate but they go about it in different ways

red velvet cookie is more intentional in how he shows his physical affection: carrying you around in his arms when he notices you starting to ache or tire from walking, pulling you into his side with his larger prosthetic arm and rubbing his face into your neck when he’s feeling jealous, curling up against you and nuzzling his nose against your hair when you’re sleeping because that’s the only way he’ll get a good night’s sleep, massaging your shoulders and back when he notices you’ve been overexerting yourself, etc.

crunchy chip cookie, meanwhile, is much more casual about how he goes about being physically affectionate with you: slinging an arm across your shoulders or around your waist when you’re waiting in line for food, kissing your temple and messing up your hair when he passes by you when you’re relaxing at home, resting a hand on your back when you’re curled up on his chest in bed, flicking you on your nose when he thinks you’re being (affectionately) annoying, etc.

whenever crunchy chip cookie has to travel for work and he can’t take you two with him for one reason or another, he takes some items of yours to stop him from feeling homesick (even if he refuses to admit how much he actually misses you guys when he’s away) — usually this consists of a photograph of the three of you together, and some items soaked in your respective perfumes/colognes/scents to make it easier for him to fall asleep… cute

#sleepingdeath #⭐️ anon #gender neutral reader #fluff #fluff hcs #poly crk x reader #crk x reader #poly x reader #poly hcs #poly fluff #poly cookie run x reader #crk fluff #cookie run x reader #cookie run fluff #crunchy chip cookie fluff #red velvet cookie fluff #crunchy chip cookie x reader #red velvet cookie x reader #crunchy chip cookie x reader x red velvet cookie

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tommys-wings · 7 months ago

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Actually, Tommy doesn’t really drink coffee. He’s a hot chocolate and cheap energy drinks kind of guy. And now I’m thinking about Buck and him cuddling under a blanket on their couch with cups of hot cacao.

#911 abc #bucktommy #911 #9-1-1 #tommy kinard #evan buckley #tevan #kinley

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thelastspeecher · 2 months ago

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Stanuary '25 - Week 4: Healing

I'm a day late but I'm still here! I figured I'd set this one in my Purposeful Abduction AU, in which Ford insists on being abducted by aliens and starts a life on an alien planet as a doctor. Meanwhile, Stan gets abducted by alien traffickers, and manages to escape, but is in very poor shape when he winds up at Ford's hospital.

This prompt is perfect for the AU, and gives me a chance to write Stan's recovery. Which, uh, I wrote a lot of. A lot more words than I thought I would.

Enjoy.

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Stan hunched over the sterile, futuristic toilet, trying to fend off another wave of vomit.

“Are you doing all right in there?” Ford’s voice called. Stan retched again, but nothing came up. He groaned loudly. The door to the tiny hospital bathroom opened.

“Didn’t say you could come in,” Stan mumbled. Ford pulled him up. Stan’s legs, weak from poison and malnourishment, buckled under him once he was on his feet. “I can make it back to the bed.”

“Sure,” Ford said, infuriatingly patient. He helped Stan back to his hospital bed. Stan immediately curled up into the fetal position, shivering.

“You poisoned me, I know it,” Stan muttered under his breath.

“The opposite,” Ford replied. “The antidote for the toxins you ingested yesterday has strong side effects.”

“Ugh.”

“Press the call button if you need to be helped to your bathroom again,” Ford continued. Stan rolled over to glare at him. Ford didn’t react, annoyingly remaining in professional doctor mode. “I’ll increase your fluids to compensate for what you’ve been losing from vomiting.” Finally, Ford looked up from the hologram screen of his clipboard. “Get some rest.”

“Not much else I can do.”

“Then you should get very good at it,” Ford said shortly. He turned on his heel and walked out of the room. The door closed behind him. Stan curled up into a ball as his eyes drifted shut.

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The mysterious liquid concoction in the cup in Stan’s hand was purple. A deep, rich purple. Stan looked up at Ford and the fish-headed alien that Ford had brought in as a “refeeding specialist”.

“You said this was a chocolate milkshake,” he croaked. Like the rest of him, his voice had taken a beating from malnourishment and poisoning. He hadn’t smoked a cigarette in months, but sounded like he went through a pack a day.

“It is,” Ford said. Stan shook his head.

“Nuh-uh. You put blueberries in this or something.” After a day in intensive care, he’d been moved to a general care room, to begin treatment that would help him recover properly. Now that he was no longer in danger of dying.

“Blueberries don’t exist on this planet.”

“But chocolate does?”

“Yes!” Ford said, sounding exasperated. “Centuries ago, visitors to Earth collected chocolate plants and brought them back here. The different environment, however, results in cacao beans that are blue, not brown.”

“This is purple.”

“The roasting process turns- oh for the love of-” Ford pinched the bridge of his nose. “Just drink the damn thing. Dr. Quartir is a very busy fish who took time out of its day to observe you consume something for the first time in months.”

“Not the first thing I ate in months,” Stan said under his breath. “I ate that poison hot dog. That’s why I wound up here.”

“Stop being difficult. You know what I mean. If you keep this down, it will be the first step in being able to eat properly so you can get back to normal. Don’t you want that?” Ford snapped. Stan stared down at the milkshake again. He swallowed.

“Yeah, I do.”

“Then drink the damn thing. Slowly.”

“Bottoms up,” Stan mumbled to himself. His stomach churning, from either nerves or anticipation, he didn’t know which, he brought the cup up to his mouth. The taste was heavenly. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d tasted chocolate so rich. Stan’s eyes widened. He tilted the cup back at a higher angle.

“Slowly, Stan,” said the fish doctor in its papery thin voice. Stan reluctantly took a small sip instead of the massive gulp he wanted. “Good.” Stan finished the rest of the drink. When he was done, Ford took the cup from him. Dr. Quartir tapped the watchlike band on its wrist. “I’m going to set a timer. If you don’t vomit before it goes off, we can officially introduce ingestible fluids into your diet.”

“Excellent. Dr. Quartir, should we talk in the hall?” Ford said. “Perhaps give Stan some privacy in case he doesn’t keep it down?”

“Yes,” Dr. Quartir said. The two exited the hospital room, leaving Stan alone.

Stan laid back on his bed to stare up at the ceiling. The possibility that he might finally keep something down at this point felt as likely as summiting Mt. Everest.

But as the minutes passed by and Stan’s stomach didn’t eject its contents, his hopes rose.

Finally, the door opened. Ford and the fish walked inside.

“Well?” Ford asked. Stan sat up, unable to fight the grin spreading across his face.

“Keep the milkshakes coming.”

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Stan grabbed the twin rails. Taking a deep breath, he pulled himself up out of the hover chair to wobbly stand on his feet.

“Excellent, Stan, but remember, you have to use your upper body and lower body strength,” said the physical therapist, whom Stan had mentally dubbed Dr. Hardass because he couldn’t remember her alien name. Her voice was robotic, thanks to the translator Stan had to wear to understand and be understood. She was green-skinned, and like the other members of this planet’s dominant species, over seven feet tall.

Stan had to use the physical therapy equipment designed for children.

“Even before everything happened, my arms were stronger than my legs,” Stan argued. Dr. Hardass shook her head.

“Perhaps. But I imagine that your legs could still bear your weight and move you forward,” she pointed out. Stan grit his teeth. “We are focusing upon getting you walking. You cannot rely upon your arms. Now. Come towards me.” Stan muttered a few choice words under his breath. “Stan. If you do not start now, you may never do so.”

“Fine,” Stan griped. He took a deep breath.

Your arms are there to help, not to be the only way you stay up. Stan lessened how much he was reliant upon his arms. Immediately, being upright became a lot harder. Fuck. C’mon. You can do this. One foot in front of the other.

The first step was agonizing. Stan felt like his knees were going to buckle. The second step wasn’t any better. He could practically hear his ankles screaming at him.

Ultimately, Stan only made it halfway to Dr. Hardass before he had to call it quits.

“You are doing better,” Dr. Hardass said as she helped him back into the hover chair. “You have a great amount of resilience. Much more than I usually see from my patients.”

“...Really?” Stan said doubtfully. Dr. Hardass nodded.

“Before you know it, you will be jogging again.”

“I wasn’t a runner.”

“But you did do some form of exercise recreationally.” Stan looked at her, surprised. “I can tell by how easily you understand my instructions.”

“Oh. Yeah.” Stan looked down at the floor. “Yeah. I did boxing.” He sighed. “And I’d give anything to get back to it.”

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The doors opened with a loud woosh. Stan stepped inside and looked around, his eyes drinking in the sight of a gym on an alien planet. Most of the equipment looked similar to what was on Earth, probably because the dominant species of the planet was very similar to humans. But there were a few things that Stan couldn’t even begin to imagine how they’d be used. Equipment that looked like bench presses or leg presses, but were in shapes that a human couldn’t physically make.

The alien accompanying him, Ford’s brother-in-law Lute, chuckled.

“Your brother had a similar reaction the first time I took him here.” That got Stan’s attention. He turned to face Lute.

“You took Ford to a gym?” Stan asked.

“He asked. He was curious about how it would compare to one on Earth. According to him, it’s very similar.”

“Yeah.” Stan looked at a nearby alien doing chin-ups. The alien looked a lot like Lute to Stan, but he wasn’t sure whether that was because they were both blue. “Yeah, I’d say so.”

“Ford told me that you have some experience in gyms.”

“I was the sporty one,” Stan said. He looked down at himself. “I guess you’ll just have to believe I’m telling the truth,” he mumbled. He was still in physical therapy, but now that he was just about fully functional again, his appointments were slowly being phased out. Fully functional, however, wasn’t good enough for Stan. Which was why he wanted to go to the gym.

My legs and arms haven’t been this twiggy since I was five. I’ve gotta get back to normal. Or at least close to it.

“Since you have some experience, I’ll let you lead the way,” Lute said brightly. “You can suggest what exercises you’d like to do and I’ll let you know if you can do them safely.” Lute, whose human nickname was apparently from him mishearing Ford’s attempted nickname of “Luke”, was a physiotherapist. He wasn’t on Stan’s medical team, but due to his expertise, he was the only reason Ford was even allowing Stan to go to the gym.

Stan didn’t respond well to Ford initially outright telling him he couldn’t go. Luckily, Ford’s husband, Fiddleford, stepped in to suggest his brother going with Stan.

I’d probably be lost without a guide anyways. But it’s the principle of the thing. I’m not a fucking kid. Ford shouldn’t treat me like one.

“Stan?” Lute said, breaking through Stan’s frustrated thoughts. Stan looked at him. “Where would you like to start?”

“Uh…” Stan rubbed the back of his neck. He looked around again. “It looks like most of the equipment here is too big for me.”

“I would agree,” Lute said with a nod. He put an arm around Stan’s shoulders. “Don’t worry, I run into the same issue all the time.” Though Lute was more than a foot taller than Stan, he was considered abnormally short for his species, as was his twin sister.

“I was gonna ask if you guys have any boxing equipment, but that would probably be too big anyways,” Stan muttered. Lute frowned at him.

“Boxing?” he asked. Ford had taught all his in-laws English, so Stan and Lute didn’t need to use a translator to communicate. But every now and then, Stan would use a term that Ford hadn’t bothered to teach. Stan sighed.

“It’s the sport I did back on Earth. It involves a lot of punching.”

“Punching?!” Lute looked shocked. “That’s a sport on your planet?” Stan nodded. “Ford didn’t tell me that.”

“Yeah, well, he wasn’t very good at it,” Stan said under his breath. Lute snickered softly. “I’m gonna guess you don’t have anything I could punch.”

“Hmm.” Lute frowned. “No, there’s some equipment I can think of that would be beneficial to working the muscles involved in a punching sport. Some of it is even accessible to your size. This gym caters to multiple species, after all, and while my species doesn’t engage in bloodsport, some of the smaller species on this planet do.”

Bloodsport? Okay, whatever. Focus on the important thing.

“There’s stuff here that would help me get back to boxing?” Stan asked. Lute tilted his head one way, then the other.

“I believe so.”

“Great. Take me there,” Stan said eagerly. Lute shook his head.

“It’s too rigorous for you right now. You need to start off doing something that you can do slowly and gently.”

“Like what?” Stan grumbled.

“Swimming, perhaps. Do you like to swim?”

“…Yeah.”

“Great!” Lute beamed at him, showcasing the haunting needlelike teeth that his species had. “Then let’s go swim!” He leaned in. “Ford told me that our swimming pools are different from those on Earth. Apparently yours aren’t on the ceiling?” Lute shook his head in disbelief. He began to walk away. Stan stood still for a few moments, processing what he had just said. Finally, he gaped and chased after Lute.

“Your swimming pools are where?!”

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“Yeah, Uncle Stan, punch that thing!” Stan grinned at the encouragement from Ford’s oldest child, Proteus. He slammed his fist into the punching bag, eliciting a cheer from his nephew. “Wow!” Stan stopped to catch his breath. He wiped the sweat from his face and turned to face his small audience.

“You’re good,” said Lee, Ford’s nephew via his sister-in-law, Angie. And, depending on how things went, one day via Stan. Lee looked like the other members of the dominant species on the planet, with the exception that he had human-looking eyes, a trait randomly inherited from his human great-grandmother.

“Can you teach us?” Proteus asked. He was technically adopted by Ford and Fiddleford, but thanks to his shapeshifting abilities, often looked like he could be their biological child. That was the case today. Stan had insisted if they came to Human Town with him, Proteus couldn’t take his natural shape. Too many of the inhabitants of Human Town, a part of the capital city inhabited by abductees from Earth and their descendants, had negative emotions related to Proteus’s species.

Including Stan. The trafficker that had abducted him years ago was the same species as his nephew, currently staring up at him with starry eyes. Stan would die for his nephew. But still, seeing him in his natural state was too much.

“I might be able to show you two a couple things,” Stan said idly. “I mean, I’m the only one on the planet who can teach you.” He winked at Proteus and Lee. “I’ll even do it for free.” Proteus and Lee giggled.

After Stan had become healthy enough to get back into boxing, he’d run into the issue of there not being anywhere he could train. The lack of opponents was another potential problem, but the more pressing one was Stan not being able to get his hands on a speed bag. Luckily, one of Ford’s brothers-in-law was a carpenter, who knew someone that made custom exercise equipment and furniture.

Then, one day while at a bar in Human Town, Stan mentioned his boxing equipment to someone. That person happened to own the only gym in Human Town, and insisted Stan set up some demonstrations for any humans interested in learning about an Earth sport unheard of on this planet. Things snowballed from there, and now, Stan had a steady job as a boxing trainer at the gym.

Lee handed Stan his towel. As Stan was drying off, there was a polite cough. Stan dropped the towel and looked over at the doorway to the room. Ford stood there, a wistful look on his face.

“Hey, Sixer,” Stan greeted him. Ford nodded his head.

“I see the boxing is still going well.”

“Oh, yeah. Being an ‘exotic’ human that knows things about ‘exotic’ human culture is a pretty big draw around here,” Stan said. Ford nodded. “Have you told your kids you used to box, too?”

“What?” Proteus said eagerly. He looked over at Ford. “Really?”

“Our father signed us up for lessons when we were young,” Ford said. “But Stanley was always better than me.”

“Yep.” Stan raised an eyebrow at Ford. “We should put on an exhibition match.”

“Ah. No.”

“Oh, c’mon! We’d make a killing!”

“I don’t have any interest in putting on an exhibition match with you,” Ford said firmly. “You’ll just have to wait until one of your students reaches that skill level.” He paused. “Or until someone abducts a boxer.”

“Second one would probably happen sooner,” Stan grunted. “My students are too scared to put much power behind their hits.”

“Such is the difficulty of teaching,” Ford said sagely. Stan rolled his eyes. “Proteus, Lee, are you ready to go?”

“Yep!” Proteus said, hopping off the bench he and Lee had been sitting on. Lee nodded and slid off as well.

“Excellent.” Ford looked at Stan. “Enjoy your date with Angie. Where are you taking her?”

“That hole in the wall place on Zerbz Street.”

“Earthling Eatings?” Ford asked. Stan nodded. “I’ve never been.”

“You’ve gotta go there sometime. They’ve done some crazy sh- stuff with Earth food,” Stan said, barely remembering to censor himself.

“It’s good!” Lee piped up. Ford smiled at him.

“Stan has taken you there?” he asked. Lee nodded.

“I went, too!” Proteus said. Ford ruffled his son’s hair.

“If it has the seal of approval from the two of you, perhaps we should go there for dinner sometime.” Ford waved at Stan. “I’ll see you after your date.”

“Yep. See you later.”

“Bye!” Lee and Proteus called. The kids and Ford left. The large, circular door closed behind them. Stan sighed. He looked down at the electronic band on his wrist. It almost completely covered the scar from his poaching cuff. It was glowing slightly, signaling that he had a message. He tapped the band. A hologram display lit up above the band with the message from Angie.

“I’ll be there in twenty. I can’t wait to try food from your culture.” Stan grinned. He pulled up the hologram keyboard and typed out a response.

“Make it thirty if you want me showered.” After a few seconds, the reply came back.

“Deal.”

Stan waved away the hologram screen. He grabbed his all-in-one soap and began to head for the showers, whistling. His band chimed again. He tapped on it. The hologram screen popped up again, this time displaying a picture. Stan froze.

The bands required profile pictures for all users. When Stan first got this band, it wasn’t long after he was discharged from the hospital. Thus, the profile picture was of him near his lowest point. His face was gaunt, his hair stringy, his skin pale. He barely recognized himself then, and he barely recognized the picture as himself now.

At the bottom of the picture was an automated message.

“It has been two years since you set your profile picture. Would you like to change it?”

Stan went to press the button to open the camera. He paused. After a moment, he shook his head. He closed out of the notification.

“Nah. I’ve got a date to get ready for.”

#I hit 3k words whoooooops #Stanuary #Gravity Falls #Gravity Falls AU #Purposeful Abduction AU #Stanley Pines #Stanford Pines #Lute McGucket #ficlet #my writing #my stuff #speecher speaks

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morethansalad · 2 months ago

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High-Protein Hot Chocolate (Vegan)

#vegan #drinks #hot chocolate #hot cocoa #cacao #plant milk #protein powder #coconut sugar

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illuminatedmysticc · 8 months ago

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Heey can you just explain what you posted by the Being is person? I don't understand what they are trying to say.. Sorry I am a bit slow,I don't understand things if people are not crystal clear (I don't get metaphors and stuff) THX

Sure

Directly immerse yourself in direct experience without trying to analyse and understand

For example -> you are having a nice cup of Hot chocolate don’t be like “oh this is nice what is this made of, who made this” or “OMG The Olmec, one of the earliest civilizations in Latin America, were the first to turn the cacao plant into chocolate. They drank their chocolate during rituals and used it as medicine. and considered chocolate as the drink of the gods” No don’t be like that you just Enjoy the Cup of hot chocolate.

Now can’t you enjoy whatever it is without trying to understand it ?

#nothingness #consciousness #advaita vedanta #awareness #brahman #beingness

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ask-rain-world-characters · 4 months ago

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To all scugs, tea or coffee??

And depending on which you pick, do you have a favourite type, be it hot or cold, or different flavours?

Survivor's Answer:

Monk's Answer:

Hunter's Answer:

Watcher's Answer:

Gourmand's Answer:

Artificer's Answer:

Rivulet's Answer:

Spearmaster's Answer:

Saint's Answer:

Enot's Answer:

Transcripts below:

Survivor: “Depends on my mood, honestly, but I do love me some espresso. Earl tea is fine, but it's little too... uhh... exquisite for me. It's nice on occasion, though!”

Monk: "Tea... *Monk takes a slow, thoughtful sip from a steaming cup of tea, eyes soft with contentment. Tea feels like a friend—quiet, steady, always there to remind you to breathe. Coffee might give you strength in the moment, but tea... it gives you peace. That’s what I need most. And it does taste quite delicious"

Hunter: - “Tea? Coffee? I don’t think I’ve tried them before… I think my friend Saint has some. Saint, May I have some tea?” - “Alright but it is quite bitter.” - “Nonsense! I, the great Hunter, am accustomed to many tastes! Good and bad.” *sips a drink *coughs uncontrollably “Mmmm! It’s so good! I like it’s- cough! Ugh… everything!” - “I told you.” - “Oh god! It has the charm of a not so venomous spider!” *continues to cough "...now that I've tried tea, which is, uhm... really good, I-I think I'll try coffee next. I have some right here! Alright... three, two..." *sips a drink *coughs uncontrollably yet again "Mmmm! Delicious! It's like... argh... if I - if I kiss the a... a really nice Red Lizard, on the aaa-" *coughing intensifies

Watcher: " Although I drink more tea, I enjoy both tea and coffee equally. For coffee I mostly like Cappuccino... though it's more like cacao than actual coffee. But for tea I enjoy all kinds of it, especially the holiday focused ones. I also like to drink teas made by Gourmand.... although it worries me what he's gonna add next... ."

Gourmand: I have quite a deep admiration for both! There are lots of options for the flavoring of these drinks, and there's even more, when it comes to types! Yet, we are often missing a lot, so we have to make do, with what we get. Despite that, I still appreciate them very much. I mainly use them to accentuate the calm and peaceful moments - for which, tea is better, so that would be my personal pick. Especially since its flavor is much closer to the things I'm used to. I've seen others take some coffee before a hunting or gathering tour, but I'd prefer to just sleep more.

Artificer: "I much prefer coffee, the taste of tea disgusts me to no end. Plus the bitterness that comes with coffee is a nice palette changer from eating meat all the time."

Rivulet: "Coffee all the way baby, taste is like no other! People say it wakes you up but weirdly enough it makes me drowsier... How odd, I typically have it hot, and I don't really get espressos, which do kind of wake me up from it's strong taste. Maybe I should have more of them, could help me get an energy boost."

Spearmaster: "More of a tea guy personally, and I don't have a preference on whether or not it's hot or cold. What I will say is I really like the particularly fruity and citrusy flavors, herbal ones are pretty nice however and help in calming me down."

Saint: "I'm partial to hot tea myself. I find the combination of the subtle flavor and the temperature to be rather soothing."

Enot: "Oh neither, I don't like hot drinks and the only cold drink I need is...hold on" *audible button click 'Kevin MacLeod - Carefree' but slowed down by 52% starts playing "Try some Five Pebbsi! The number one way to supply your body with nutrients it really needs in the fastest time, especially if you're a GAMER like myself and don't touch grass! Well I mean you cant blame me, the grass is lethal here! 100% vegan friendly and full of all new fantastic flavors like Train Lizard, Cheese and I don't even know what this one is called but this label is yellow which means its probably good, I mean just look how many are in my mini fridge!" *audible fridge opening noises "And if you use the code 'GOODNIGHT GAMER' in the next week, you can get 20% off your next purchase, so try some Five Pebbsi, your body will be kissing you for your good deeds in no time!"

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