#i’m a lavender brown stan

[maladaptivewriting]

i’m just not interested in being friends with anyone that doesn’t agree that lavender brown is one of the best characters in the harry potter series

[flatassthrowaway]

Passionate and Deeply

~Chapter One~

Y'all might actually hate me for this chapter, but you can let me know what you think.

Just a gentle reminder that this story will eventually become 18+. MDNI please.

If you didn't read the prologue, it's here. Enjoy!

A few days passed, and it was now the end of February. I haven’t seen Ford for a whole week since we met. According to Susan, I just missed him the other day.

I wonder… was he looking for me?

No, it couldn’t be. No one sought after me.

He’s probably busy anyway with his paranormal investigations. He doesn’t have time to think about lil ol’ me.

Nevertheless, he did give me his address and said to stop by whenever I wanted to talk about the paranormal.

I was finished with my work for the day, and we only had like one more hour of sunlight before it was total darkness, so I decided to go visit him. I mean, why not? It’s not like I have anything better to do.

I got all bundled up before heading out the door. As I locked the door, I noted that the icicles around my home appeared to be… moving?

I shook my head and looked at the icicles again, but they were completely still.

Sheesh, I think I’ve been working too long. Now I think the icicles are moving.

Maybe getting out of the house will do me some good.

Thankfully, his home wasn’t too far from mine. But… I did start seeing weird signs shaped as arrows that said, “To the Mystery Shack,” and “Amazing!” as well as “Enter!”

Where did he live, exactly? And why were there so many bizarre signs leading to his home?

By the time I got there, there was a young man sitting on the porch of the home, talking with…

Ford!

He was fully bundled up with a maroon jacket lined with faux fur, and dark jeans with dark brown winter boots.

“There you are, Ford!” I called him, rushing over.

He turned around and raised an eyebrow. “Uh… what? Do I know you, kid?” He asked in a raspy voice.

Oh no! I wonder if he caught a cold? Although, it sounds like he’d been smoking for a while to have that kind of voice. I didn’t notice it during our time at the diner.

“Come on, Ford! It’s me!” I told him my name again. “Don’t tell me you forgot me already!”

“Kid, listen! I told you I don’t know who you are! Now leave us alone and get outta here!” He said in an even rougher tone, and he turned his back to me.

I sighed sadly. I guess he really doesn’t remember…

“Wait a sec, girl dude! Mr. Pines, why are you being so mean to the nice lady? She’s just looking for your brother,” the man on the porch spoke. He wore a dark green jacket, grey sweatpants and black winter boots.

“What…? Brother?” I asked. This man looked identical to Ford!

Twins…?

The man sighed and turned around. “I’m not Ford. My brainiac brother is inside. I’m Stanley Pines, but you can call me Stan,” he introduced.

“And I’m Soos, Mr. Mystery himself! I, along with my wife and grandma, live here with Mr. Pines and his twin brother,” Soos introduced.

I smiled. “Well, it’s nice to meet you Soos… and Stan.”

“You too, girl dude!”

The door then opened, revealing a young woman who appeared to be the same age as me, but she was heavily pregnant. She wore a long sleeved lavender dress that fell to her feet, and white fluffy slippers. She had light brown wavy hair that was pulled up in a ponytail, hazelnut brown eyes, and tan skin.

“Soos? Mr. Pines? Dinner’s ready!” She told them.

“Finally! Thanks Mel,” Stan said, leaving the three of us.

Well at least I found people in my age range. The woman, who I assume is Mel, turned to me. “Oh, hello! Soos, who’s this?”

Soos introduced me to her. “And this is Melody Ramirez, my lovely wife, and soon-to-be mother of my child,” he said.

I smiled. I could feel the love radiating from his words about his wife. He truly loves her.

“Nice to meet you, Melody,” I said.

“You as well,” she said. “Hey! Why don’t you come in for dinner? We’re having meatloaf tonight!”

“Oh… I wouldn’t want to impose…” I trailed off.

“Hey, don’t worry about Mr. Pines,” Soos said my name. “He’s a little rough at first, but he’s one of a kind. Plus, his twin brother is here, which is who you really wanted to see, right?”

I nodded. “Yes…”

“So come in! I’d hate for you to be left out in the cold,” Melody told me.

I smiled and nodded as Soos went in, and I went in after him, instantly feeling much warmer. I took my shoes off, and once I finished, Melody and Soos gave me a strange look.

“What is it?” I asked.

“This isn’t a shoe free home. You can keep your shoes on,” Melody told me as Soos went to the table.

I shrugged. “Mine is. I suppose old habits die hard.”

“As long as you’re comfortable. Come on, let’s get you some food,” she said, guiding me to the dining table.

An elderly woman, who I assume is Soos’ grandmother, happily dished out food, and I saw Stan and Ford side by side, seemingly bickering. Soos was at the head of the table and started eating the food in front of him.

There was meatloaf, mashed potatoes, mashed sweet potatoes, kale, broccoli and asparagus. There was a large pitcher in the middle that was steaming.

This truly looks like a feast.

As I approached the table with Melody, I heard what the bickering between Ford and his brother was about.

“But you told me I ought to make some more friends! I finally made another one and you’re irate over it?!” Ford said incredulously.

“Poindexter, I said find a friend, not someone you can fuck around with,” Stan said.

Ugh, he’s one of those guys.

“Ay! Language!” The grandmother scolded Stan. “Not in front of mi bisnieto!”

“Sorry toots,” he told her before turning to Ford. “But I’m serious, Poindexter. If-“

“Um, Mr. Pines-“

Stan cut Soos off. “Not now, Soos! I’m tryin’ to-“

Soos cut Stan off. “But Mr. Pines, she’s right here!” Soos cried.

Both Ford and Stan looked at Melody and myself, and went wide eyed.

“Well… shit,” Stan said.

“Stanley Pines!” Abuelita scolded him.

“Sorry! Sweet Moses…”

Melody turned to me and smiled sheepishly. “I’m sorry about this. It’s normally not this noisy. Or rude,” she told me apologetically.

I shook my head. “No harm done,” I told her.

Melody sat down next to her husband, and Abuelita begrudgingly took a seat next to Stan. Seeing four empty seats, I took the one next to Melody. I wonder why there’s so many?

Actually, Ford did say his niece and nephew visited, so maybe it was for them.

Melody and I dished out for ourselves, and we began eating, along with the rest of the family.

“I just wanted to thank you for inviting me into your home,” I told them.

“Anytime, cariño. It’s nice to see that my granddaughter-in-law has a friend who she can share things with,” Abuelita told me.

Aww, she’s so kind. She reminds me of my own grandmother. I miss her…

“Actually Abuelita, she’s a friend of Ford,” Melody corrected her. “Although I wouldn’t mind being friends.”

“It would be nice to have a girlfriend here, I agree,” I told her.

“Oh? Wow, you must really like her to invite her here Mr. Stanford. Never invite anyone to our home, except that hillbilly man,” Abuelita remarked as she continued eating.

Ford doesn’t appear to trust people. I guess that’s one thing we have in common.

Except that hillbilly man she spoke of. I wonder who he is.

Ford scratched the back of his head. “Why, yes. I believe that she would make a great co- I mean female friend,” he replied.

“Oh, that’s so wonderful!”

“So,” Soos said my name in between bites of his food. “What brings you to our wonderful town?”

I smiled. “I’m here for work,” I told him.

“Yeah, what kinda work you do?” Stan asked.

“Stanley, it’s ’what kind of work do you do?’” Ford corrected him.

“Poindexter I swear if you start with that grammar shi-“ Stan cut himself off when he noticed Abuelita was glaring at him. “I mean that grammar thing, we’re gonna have some problems!”

Ford rolled his eyes as I told everyone what I did for work.

“Oh, so you can travel and still maintain the same kind of work? That’s cool!” Melody said.

I smiled. “Thanks.”

“Listen, let me cut to the chase,” Stan told me. “How long ago did you meet my brother?”

“About a week ago,” I said.

Stan turned to his brother. “Normally I’d be happy for you, Sixer, but I don’t like this,” he told his brother.

“Stanley, why is-“

I drowned out their bickering and quickly finished my food. I thanked Melody, Soos and Abuelita for having me, and Melody went to see me off.

“I’m sorry about that again. You’re always welcome back here… with or without those two.”

I chuckled. “Thanks, Melody. I hope to speak with you further at a later time.”

“Me too. I hope this doesn’t taint your experience of Gravity Falls. It’s a wonderful town, I promise,” she told me as I donned my winter boots again.

“Thank you, Melody. Have a good night. Rest well,” I told her.

“Thanks! See you around,” Melody told me as she waved.

I waved back as I stepped outside, and began trekking home. The wind was cold and bit at the exposing skin on my face.

I knew I should have brought a face cover.

“Wait!” I heard a familiar voice call my name.

I turned around to see Ford running up to me. He caught up to me and gave me an apologetic look.

“I’m sorry for what my brother said about you. He should have never said those demeaning words to describe you,” he told me.

I shook my head. “It was coming from a place of concern, so I understand,” I told him as we kept walking to my home. “I mean… I’d be a little surprised if he was on board with our budding friendship. Honestly… I’m surprised I’m not too young for you.”

Ford raised an eyebrow. “Why would that be a problem?” Ford asked.

I shrugged. “I don’t know. You hear stories about young people like me taking advantage of older people? I think that’s what your brother is afraid of…”

“I’m sure you’re very smart dear, but I am rather intelligent. I would know if you were trying to take advantage of me,” Ford told me.

I gave him a half smile. “That’s the thing, Ford,” I told him. “You can be as smart as Einstein, Newton and Tesla combined, but emotions can cloud your judgement no matter how smart or how dull you are. Maybe… maybe your brother is right. Maybe we shouldn’t pursue this friendship…”

We arrived at my house, and he turned to me. “Is that what you want?” Stanford asked. “Please, look me in the eye and tell me that this is what you want.”

I looked at him, and… I can’t tell him that.

Maybe it’s because I’ve gone without having any close friends for so long, but… I really, really don’t want our budding friendship to end. It’s been so long since I had a friendship that I actually felt good about.

“I-“ I cut myself off.

The chime of the icicles interrupted me. I looked away from him as I saw the icicles come to life. And… I wasn’t going crazy! They really are mice!

“Ahh!” I cried, startled that the icicles turned into mice. We both heard a beeping coming from him. Ford turned around and looked at what I saw, and he breathed a sigh of relief, his breath manifesting in a small bit of mist escaping his mouth.

I looked at him in confusion. How the hell was he not freaking out?

“Well, I finally found it. The anomaly we were looking for,” Ford said, taking out a tablet and taking a picture of the ice-made mice.

What… the hell?

I was absolutely dumbfounded. Was this a part of his paranormal investigations?

“Is that… what?” I said in shock.

This was the first time I heard him genuinely laugh. It was… it was pleasing to hear.

“I’m sorry they gave you a fright. These little guys were what I was looking for,” Ford told me, softly caressing one of them with his index finger. These little icicle mice were rather… affectionate? It rubbed its tiny head against his finger.

“So this is what you do,” I said. “You never answered me in terms of what you did, after all.”

Ford scratched the back of his head. “Ah, that is true. I suppose I do owe you.”

I looked at him expectantly, and he turned a little pink. I looked away in order for him to feel more comfortable. I have been told that my gaze is a little jarring.

“In short, you were right to say that I am a paranormal investigator,” he told me. “I am also a scientist and adventurer.”

I smiled. “Ha! I knew it!” I said, watching the little icicle mice curl up with each other to create one large icicle.

It’s so interesting how… they even exist.

“I just hope… the experience with my brother doesn’t dissuade you from coming to see me again,” he told me. “I meant it when I said you could come and see me whenever you wanted to talk about paranormal topics.”

I smiled at him. “Thank you, Ford.”

He gave me a kind smile in return. My smile dropped, and he gave me a concerned look, almost as if to ask me what was wrong.

“Why didn’t you tell me about your brother when we were in the diner?” I asked.

Ford sighed. “To be frank… I try not to talk about him. Not because I’m ashamed of my brother, but…”

I nodded, gesturing for him to continue.

Ford scratched the back of his head. “Well, perhaps I can tell you at a different time.”

I nodded. “Whatever is most comfortable for you.”

“While I have you here…” Ford trailed off. “Why did you give me the exact change of the bill? Even after you went on that tirade about needing me to be a gentleman?”

I raised an eyebrow. “It most definitely was not a tirade! I said one sentence!” I retorted. “But, with that being said… I would be comfortable telling you that at a different time.”

Ford nodded. “I see. Perhaps instead of you dropping by unannounced, we set a date for when we can speak about our favorite topic,” he told me with a smile.

I gave him a small smile. “At long last, a solution!” I said playfully.

Ford chuckled. “Friday almost always seems to be a good day for spending time with others, if my people watching is anything to go by.”

I chuckled. “This Friday it is,” I told him. “I didn’t realize you were such a stalker, Ford~”

Ford blushed when I said this, and scratched the back of his head.

Mbjr mbjr mbjr mbjr

Zopa zopa zopa

Why the hell do I always do that? I always make people uncomfortable and put my foot in my mouth! This is why I can’t keep any friends! Now this nice man doesn’t even want to meet up anymore.

Thankfully, he did crack a smile and chuckled, which relieved some of my anxiety.

“Goodnight,” he said my name. “Rest well.”

“Goodnight, Ford. You too,” I told him. I waved to him as I went inside and closed my door, and it wasn’t until then that he started walking back to his home.

Also, what the hell was he talking about when he said that house was eerily quiet? That was a lively home!

Whatever. I’ll bust his chops about it later.

For now, I sleep.

Thank you for reading! Likes and reblogs are always appreciated!

Next part is here!

[multidimensionalslvt]

۪۫🐾'۪ 𖧵 introducing my archeologist-YouTuber dr ˊ˗

A/n: FINALLY GOT MY MOTIVATION 😭😭. If you have any questions ask!!

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ME - E - EE .ᐟ

✶⋆. birth name : Moira Swan

✶⋆. online name : Angel

✶⋆. nicknames : ang, mor, moi

✶⋆. nationality : Swedish-American

✶⋆. birthday : September 27

✶⋆. zodiac : libra

✶⋆. languages : Swedish, English, German

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PERSONALITY .ᐟ

✶⋆. traits : quick thinker, genius, creative, hilarious, adventurous, compelling, attractive, initiative, problem solver, sarcastic, flirty, competitive

✶⋆. likes : going on runs, digging, archeology, coffee, drunk karaoke, dancing, working out, chocolate chip pancakes, reading, playing guitar, Dr Pepper, F1, going to the beach, Taylor Swift, flirting with people, being unhinged on the internet, my friends, making youtube videos, Streaming on twitch, hockey, animals, learning about history

✶⋆. dislikes : Littering, Poaching, nosy people, Dr Pepper haters, people that slut shame, being told to calm down, the smell of nail polish, rude people, lavender scented things, liars

✶⋆. known for : the songs ‘maneater’ ‘slumber party’ ‘circus’ ‘promiscuous’ ‘obsessed’ ‘where u @‘ , iconic one liners,, being an archeologist, angelsplaining, being bffs with jshlatt, being friends with Charles and Arthur Leclerc, being a formula one stan, streaming, being a YouTuber, party girl, flirting with EVERYONE, being a swiftie, being beautiful, where I’m from, reading spicy books, taking so many photos, having cool hair, being up at crazy hours, having an insane converse collection, having best fan interactions, drunk karaoke, vlogging, being a hunger games, marvel, and criminal minds stan, simping for celebrities and fictional characters on the main, being unhinged, knowing basically everyone

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APPEARANCE .ᐟ

✶⋆. face claim : Madison Bailey

✶⋆. height : 5’6

✶⋆. hair : My hair is a mixture of red, ash blond, brown (like a calico cat I suppose).

✶⋆. extra : I have light freckles, septum piercing, 5 ear piercings on both sides, belly piercing, central labreth piercing, mountain looking birthmark on my thigh, scar on my hand from my first time in the field, 16 plus tattoos

✶⋆. style : idrk how to describe it but it’s a mix of everything. Casual and abstract.

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FAMILY/BACKSTORY .ᐟ

✶⋆. backstory ; Grew up in Sweden until my brother and I were 10 years old. (Our parents were not rich but well off) Then we moved to the USA. Mal and I started carting in Sweden at age 6. At 12 our parents died in an accident. And we were forced into foster care. My brother and I stopped carting for a while until we were 14 and my sister convinced him to continue. When our sister became 18, she started raising us. We lived in Texas. Until we graduated highschool (mal and I graduated a year early) then I went to college and my sister and brother moved to cali. I graduated at 20 then I jumped head first into my archeological career.

sibling one

✶⋆. name : Nevaeh Swan

✶⋆. age : 28

✶⋆. career : professional dance choreographer.

✶⋆. extra : we’re so close omg. She has a YouTube channel.

sibling two

✶⋆. name : MalakI Swan

✶⋆. age : 24

✶⋆. career : formula 2 racer (soon to be f1)

✶⋆. extra : my twin. we’re known as the trouble twins😭. Oh and I forced him to make a yt channel.

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LIFE .ᐟ

✶⋆. job : archeologist, streamer, youtuber

✶⋆. main friends : handsum fella, Jshlatt, Ludwig, Jack Manifold, Hasanabi, Austin show, Carina Singh (my manager), Lando Norris, Logan Saergant, Valkyrae

social media

✶⋆. youtube channels : I have like 3

⊹ user : archAngel101

⊹ subscribers : 999k

⊹ content : random facts about archeology, have a segment called “angelsplaining” where I basically explain shit.

✧ user : angel.digz

✧ subscribers : 714k

✧ content : gaming content/like more of my streaming content

ᯓ extra : I also am thinking about having a vlog channel. And my siblings and I have a channel for our podcast.

✶⋆. twitch :

⊹ user : archAngel101

⊹ followers : 645k

⊹ content : this is more so streams about my day job ig.

✧ user : Angel.digz

✧ followers : 701k

✧ content : where I do video games or tier lists or wtv. I also have a segment called “angelic nights” where I pull all nighters with my guests. We stream 3-4 hours then vlog the rest.

✶⋆. instagram : I have 3 accounts. My 3rd one is private.

⊹ user : archAngel101

⊹ followers : 991k

✧ user : angel.jpg

✧ followers : 289k

✶⋆. tiktok :

⊹ user : archAngel101

⊹ followers : 1.01 m

⊹ content : a bunch of shit tbh idk how to describe.

✧ user : angeldigzdeeznuts

✧ followers : 21k

✧ content : this is my alt so I just post unhinged videos?? Idk😭

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number one

✶⋆. name : Cassius

✶⋆. age : 2 years

✶⋆. species : frog!!

number two

✶⋆. name : Calliope

✶⋆. age : 3 years

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[thelastspeecher]

Stanuary '24 - Week One: Lost & Home

I'm too tired from recovering from COVID to provide any sort of introduction, but to be honest, I don't think this needs one. Except, uh, aliens.

Alien stuff is involved here.

Enjoy.

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              Alien words breached the haze of pain surrounding Stan.  A few, he could recognize.

              “…poison…human…poach…”  Shame uncurled in the fiery pit that was Stan’s stomach.  He hated being identified as a pathetic poaching victim.

              “I’m sure you have a good reason for paging me when I’m not on call,” a voice snapped in English.  His eyelids felt like they were made of lead, but Stan forced himself to open them.  It didn’t help.  Both the figure speaking an alien language and the one speaking English were too blurry to make out.  His eyes slid shut again.

              “…human…death…”

              “What caused him to reach this state?”

              “…poison…”

              “Do we know what kind of poison?”  A stethoscope, ice-cold against Stan’s burning skin, rested on his chest, accompanied by a similarly cold hand.  A similarly cold six-fingered hand.  Stan couldn’t understand the response to the English speaker’s question, but whatever it was clearly wasn’t good.  “Shit.”  The blessedly cold hand and stethoscope left.  “We need to act fast if we want to save his liver and kidneys.”  The cold hand was back, this time resting on Stan’s shoulder.  Stan cracked open his eyes weakly.

              The English speaker’s face was mere inches from his.  And familiar.

              “Stanley,” the familiar face said, “I need you to fight.”

              Blackness filled Stan’s vision.  The voice faded away.

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              “For now, we will keep the saline ratio the same.  I may switch him to a high-nutrient high-caloric solution once he tells me more information about his diet.”

              “…weak…food…”

              “I have no doubts I’ll need to contact the dietician for a consult, given his state.  Please send her a message for me.”  Footsteps sounded.  There was the soft swish of one of the spaceship doors that Stan had become used to.  “I know you’re awake, Stanley.”  Stan opened his eyes.  He was laying on a massive hospital bed in a softly lit, mostly white hospital room.  Multiple monitors were hooked up to him, keeping track of his vitals.  There was even what looked like an IV bag filled with a light pink fluid.  Stan turned on his side to see the English speaker from before.  He had been right.  Somehow, it was his twin.

Ford stood at a tall desk by the closed door of the hospital room, wearing a lavender doctor’s coat.  He had his back to Stan, typing something on a keyboard paired to a hologram screen.  His curly brown hair stretched past his shoulders, tied in a business-like ponytail.

              “How’d you know I woke up?” Stan croaked.  He immediately regretted speaking.  Not only was his throat raw, but his voice was broken and faint.

              “You stopped snoring,” Ford replied.  He cleared his throat.  “I realize that you likely have many questions for me.”

              “Yeah, no shit,” Stan spat.

              “They will have to wait.  You’re going to be drifting in and out of consciousness while your body processes the poison you ingested and the antidote we gave you.  I need to utilize your brief waking moments to find out how you wound up in this state.”

              “Why are your questions more important than mine?” Stan snapped.  The words slurred together.

              “In case you haven’t realized,” Ford said in a barely controlled tone, “I’m your doctor right now.  I need to be able to treat you.”

              “I bet Mom’s real proud you’re an alien doctor.”  Stan’s slurring was getting worse.  Ford took a deep breath.

              “How long have you been on this planet?” he asked.

              “Uh.  Dunno.  Coupla weeks, maybe?”

              “Then your poacher didn’t dump you after accidentally giving you something poisonous.”  Stan felt his chest tighten.  “I thought it was unlikely.  Humans are too valuable to risk poisoning, particularly given that most poachers know our bodies are more sensitive than average.”

              “You know I was- I was-”

              “Yes,” Ford said softly.  “My staff had to remove your poaching cuff.”  Stan looked at his left wrist.  Just like the rest of him, it was thin and pale, but where the cuff had been, there was a distinct ring of hairless, scarred skin.

Holy shit.  I’m- I’m free.  I’m actually free.

“How did you get poisoned?” Ford asked.

              “I swiped some blue hot dog looking thing from a street cart,” Stan muttered.  Ford glanced over at him, eyes wide behind glasses that looked identical to the ones he’d had in high school.  “I got sick of living off nutrient pills, sue me!”  Stan looked away.  “Just my luck that the first real food I try in months poisons me.” 

              “…Months?”  At Ford’s concerned tone, Stan looked at him again.  Ford quickly went back to typing before Stan could see his expression.

              “I’m guessing.  It’s difficult to tell how much time goes by when you’re in the smuggler’s bay of a poaching ship.”

              “What date was your last day on Earth?” Ford asked.

              “Uh.  May something.”

              “You’ve been off-planet for roughly eight months, then,” Ford said in a tight voice.  “During that time, you’ve only consumed human-rated nutrient pills?”

              “Yeah,” Stan mumbled.  Ford paused his typing.  “What?”

              “Those aren’t meant to be one’s sole diet for more than a few weeks.”  Ford resumed typing, more quickly than before.  “We’ll need to ease you back into regular food.  Am I correct that you were unable to keep down most of the street food you consumed?”

              “Yeah.  Yeah, I chucked just about all of it back up pretty quick.”

              “That would explain why you aren’t dead.  I know of the dish that you ate.  It’s high in arsenic and ricin.  The fact you were no longer used to eating food saved your life.”  Ford shook his head.  “I’ll definitely be changing the IV solution for you…”

              “No need.”  Stan sat up and swung his legs over the side of the exceedingly large hospital bed.  The movement made his head swim, but he ignored it.  “I’m outta here.  You don’t have to take care of me.  I can take care of myself.”  Ford sighed.  He pressed a button on his keyboard.  The hologram screen went away.

              “No.  You can’t.  You’ll need to be hospitalized for at least a week.”

              “Bullshit,” Stan scoffed.  Ford walked over, revealing that under his doctor’s coat, he was wearing one of the plain futuristic jumpsuits that were the fashion on the planet.  Seemingly without any effort at all, he pushed Stan back onto the hospital bed.  “How did you-”

              “You just survived a severe poisoning after living on nutrient pills for eight months,” Ford scolded.  Stan scowled at him.  “You’re weaker than you’ve ever been in your entire life right now.”  Stan felt his eyelids growing heavy.  “Get your rest.  When you next wake up, I’ll have more questions for you to answer.”  Stan’s eyes slid shut.

              “Great,” he managed, just before darkness took over again.

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              A small hand slid into Stan’s.  Stan cracked open an eye.  His right arm was dangling over the edge of the hospital bed, which a very short alien had apparently decided was an invitation to hold his hand.  The alien had periwinkle blue skin, long carnation pink hair tied in a braid, and eyes that were way too human.

              I’ve been on this planet for a while now.  Stan stared at the wide, light blue eyes inches from his.  The people that live here don’t have eyes like that.  The small alien let out a soft whimper.

              “Unca For?” the alien said hesitantly.  A smile broke across Stan’s face.

              It’s just some cute kid.  Unable to help himself, Stan ruffled the alien child’s hair.

              “Nah.  I’m not your Unca For.  He’s over there.”  Stan nodded at Ford, who was standing by the door, talking to two adult aliens, one male and one female.  Judging by the aliens’ appearances, the child holding Stan’s hand was theirs.

              “Lee, no, you can’t bother my patients,” Ford said, finally noticing what was going on.  The child, Lee, looked over at him.

              “Unca For?”

              “Yes, Lee, that is me.”  Ford crouched down.  Lee let go of Stan’s hand and ran into Ford’s arms.  Ford picked the child up and stood.  “I apologize that he woke you up, Stanley.  He hasn’t spent time around many humans, so he must have mistaken you for me.”

              “To be fair, Max thought you were the one in the bed at first,” remarked the female alien.  She had the same skin tone and long narrow nose as Lee, but her hair was a bright magenta.

              “They look the same,” muttered the male alien, apparently named Max.  He had pink skin to match his light pink hair, the latter of which Lee appeared to have inherited from him.  Stan squinted.

              “Why do two of you three have regular human names?”

              “I provided them with human nicknames because human vocal cords cannot pronounce their proper names,” Ford replied.

              “All three of them have human names?”

              “Nicknames,” Ford corrected.  “But yes.”  He nodded at the female alien.  “This is my sister-in-law, Angie, and her husband, Max.  Lee is their son.”

              “You’ve got in-laws on this planet?” Stan asked.  Ford was silent.  “Fine.  Clam up.  Like I give a shit.”  Ford sighed.  He turned to Max and Angie.

              “Please let Fiddleford know I’ll be along shortly.  I need to talk to Stan before he falls unconscious again.”

              “Of course,” Angie said politely.  Max took Lee from Ford.  The aliens left the room.

              “You’ve got more questions for me?” Stan grumbled.

              “No, not really.  But I need to let you know your treatment plan.”

              “So you’re not gonna tell me how you wound up being a fucking alien doctor?”

              “Not right now, no.  Fulfilling my responsibilities as a physician is more important,” Ford said firmly.  Stan rolled his eyes.  Ford pulled up the hologram screen from before.  Stan squinted at the writing on it.  While he’d been able to pick up some words here and there in various alien languages over the last eight months, he had no idea how to read any of them.

              Ford better not be planning on giving me a piece of paper with instructions in Alienese or whatever.

              “I’ll be providing you with a printed copy in English,” Ford said, as though reading Stan’s mind.  “For now, I’ll just read it off to you.”  Ford cleared his throat.  “You’re going to undergo a course of antidotes to properly flush the poisons from your system.  Simultaneously, you’ll be given an intravenous source of nutrients and calories, as you’ve clearly lost a significant amount of both weight and muscle.”  Stan felt himself flush in embarrassment.  He hated what the nutrient pill diet had done to his strong arms and cushioned belly.  “Tomorrow, we will begin the process of easing you back into eating actual food.  We’ll do it slowly and gradually so that you can eat normally by the time you are discharged.”

              “Great,” Stan muttered.  “And the second I leave, I’m just gonna eat a new poisonous thing and wind up right back here.”

              “No, you won’t.”  Ford closed his eyes.  “Once you’re discharged, you’ll be staying with me.”

              “Like hell I will!” Stan snapped.  He sat up straight.  The motion made his stomach churn.  Ford opened his eyes.

              “I’m not happy about it either,” Ford said, sounding frustrated.  “But you are my patient.  As your doctor, I need to make sure you become healthy again.  You will not be properly healthy until quite some time after you are discharged from your hospital stay.”

              “I’m not gonna-”

              “Look,” Ford interrupted.  He took a steadying breath.  “Neither of us want this.  However, I must follow my duties as a physician.  And you are too physically weak to resist.”

              “What are you suggesting?”

              “A temporary truce,” Ford said.  “Once you are back to normal, we can part ways.  But until then, you unfortunately remain with me, under my care.”

              “The second your big doctor brain thinks I’m good to go, I’m leaving,” Stan snarled.  Ford held up his hands.

              “I’m perfectly fine with that.”

              “Good!”  Stan laid back in bed, rubbing his eyes.  A sudden wave of exhaustion had just washed over him.  The circular door slid down with a gentle swishing sound.  Stan and Ford looked over.  A tall pink alien with blood orange hair and the same nose as Angie and Lee stuck his head into the room.

              “Oh, good!” the alien said cheerfully.  “He’s still awake!”

              “Not for long,” Stan mumbled.  He frowned at the alien.  “Who are you?”

              “Just a feller what wanted to meet his brother-in-law,” the alien drawled.  Stan’s eyes widened.  He stared at Ford.  Ford turned red.

              “Yes, Stanley, this- this is-” Ford stammered.  He swallowed.  “This is my husband, Fiddleford.”

              “Huh.”  The jolt of adrenaline had faded, and Stan was weary again.  He yawned.  “I shoulda known…you would marry an alien or Bigfoot or…or whatever…”  Stan’s eyes drifted shut.  The last thing he heard before he fell asleep was from his newfound brother-in-law.

              “I s’ppose I’ll have to bring the children to meet him later then.”

-----

              “I can walk,” Stan snapped at the alien nurse trying to help him into a hover chair.  After over a week in the hospital, he was finally free to go.  And not a moment too soon for his cabin fever.  Ford, who was watching nearby, crossed his arms with a scowl.

              “Don’t take that tone with my staff.  You need to be discharged in a hover chair.  You won’t be able to make it to the car on your own.”

              “The physical therapist gave me a cane-”

              “For short distances,” Ford interjected.  “This hospital is the largest on the planet.”

              “…Fine,” Stan muttered.  He reluctantly sat in the hover chair.

              “Don’t worry about escorting him out,” Ford said to the nurse.  He glared at Stan.  “He’s being rather difficult right now.  I think it’s best if I handle it from here.”  Stan flipped the bird at him.  “How delightfully immature of you.”  Ford took hold of the handles on the hover chair.  “You need to be on your best behavior while at my home.  Fiddleford is still recovering from the birth of Tate and Tesla.”

              “Yeah, yeah, yeah.  I’m not gonna be difficult when there are newborns around,” Stan muttered.  “I know better than that.”

              “Tate and Tesla are not our only children.”

              “They aren’t?”

              “No.  We also have an adopted son, Proteus.”  Ford pushed the hover chair up to the door of the hospital room, but paused.  “I should probably warn you about his species.”

              “I’m not a racist.”

              “He belongs to the same species as the person who poached you,” Ford said quietly.  Stan’s heart began to race.  “The authorities were able to identify your poacher based upon the poaching cuff.  Apparently, he is a rather notorious poacher who uses his shapeshifting abilities to lure prey.”

              “Yeah.  I remember,” Stan said darkly.

              “Given his reputation, I am not only relieved you escaped, but impressed.”

              “It wasn’t that tough.  I just slipped off when he wasn’t looking and stowed away on the first ship I found.”

              “Not many have gotten away from him and lived to tell the tale.”  The hospital room door opened.  Ford began to push Stan through the halls of the hospital.  They made the trip to the patient pickup/dropoff area in silence, Stan steadfastly avoiding making eye contact with any reflective surfaces.  It was a moot point, however.  Once they were outside, Stan couldn’t refuse to look at himself anymore.  The hospital, like all buildings on the planet, was constructed of a mirror-like material on the outside.  Stan cringed at the sight of his reflection.

              Not a lot of people have lived after getting away from the guy that poached me.  Now that Stan had been faced with his reflection, he couldn’t help but stare.  His cheeks were gaunt, his body scrawny and bony, his skin pale from lack of sunlight.  His hair, which had grown long enough to stretch halfway down his back, hung limp and lifeless.  Stan clenched the cane the physical therapist had given him.  But is this living?

              “Ah,” Ford said, breaking Stan free from spiraling.  Stan looked up.  A hover car had come to a stop in front of them.  “This is our ride, Stanley.”  The back door of the hover car opened.  Ford reached for Stan to help him up, but Stan slapped his hand away.

              “I can handle it,” he grumbled.  Ford stood back.  Stan got to his feet and hobbled over to the hover car.  When he got inside, there was a soft chime.  A seatbelt quickly buckled itself around him.  The door closed with another soft chime.  The driver of the car, Fiddleford, looked over his shoulder.

              “Sorry ‘bout that,” Fiddleford said cheerfully.  “It’s still on the child settings fer Proteus.”  Stan wasn’t sure why Ford’s husband spoke English with a southern accent, when every other alien he’d met spoke English like Ford.

              Not that I’m complaining.  It’s nice to hear someone that doesn’t sound just like my damn twin.

              “Where is Proteus?” Ford asked, getting into the passenger seat.

              “I dropped the kids off with Angie and Max.  I thought it best if Stanley came home to some quiet.  At least fer him to settle in.”

              “Home,” Stan scoffed quietly.  Fiddleford looked back at him.  “I haven’t had a home in ages.”

              “We’re fam’ly, so our home is yours,” Fiddleford said firmly.  He looked at Ford.  “Right, darlin’?”  A series of complicated emotions crossed Ford’s face too quickly for Stan to interpret.  Ford eventually settled on something decidedly neutral.

              “…Yes.  Our home is your home, Stanley.”  Ford and Fiddleford turned to face the front.  The hover car took off.  Stan looked out the window at the alien buildings passing by.

              I don’t know what this is, but it isn’t home.  He glanced at Ford, who seemed more comfortable than ever in his skin.  At least, it isn’t mine.

[elisedonut]

Updated 6/9/24 If you can't access Ao3 for whatever reason you can also view the pdf's here

Percy Weasley/Marcus Flint

at least we're trying

I’m damned if I do give a damn what my family says

Raspberry Muffin

A Shell for a Mate

School Uniform

Teeth

Percy Weasley/Draco Malfoy

Melting Resolve

Anyone But You

Storytime Cuddles

Percy Weasley/Colin Creevey

Camera Cutie

is it creepy to stare?

Experimenting is Just Part of the Fun

Percy Weasley/Stan Shunpike

Hot Chocolate

Rest 

Falling Snowflakes

Percy Weasley/Oliver Wood

Lemon Cake

Storytime Naps

Arborvitae

Percy Weasley/Others

Makeup Fleur Delacour/Percy Weasley

Courting Gift Ernie Macmillan/Percy Weasley

Colin's Cookbook Dennis Creevey/Percy Weasley

That Time Dudley Almost Killed his Daughter. Dudley Dursley/Percy Weasley

Percy Weasley and His Kids (Lucy, Molly II)

Are seashells for collections or pets?

Missing

Percy Weasley & Others (non ship fics)

Lemonade Luna Lovegood & Percy Weasley

Sleeping Princess Luna Lovegood & Percy Weasley

Essays & Crystals Lavender Brown & Percy Weasley

Dreams & Dread Lavender Brown & Percy Weasley

The Window on the Seventh Floor Helena Ravenclaw & Percy Weasley

Sickness Fleur Delacour & Percy Weasley

Shenanigans Fred, George & Percy Weasley

Raven Solo

Preening Colin Creevey & Percy Weasley

To Make a Child Solo

Other Characters

Deceased. Colin & Dennis Creevey

Rhododendrons and False Indigo Harry Potter/George Weasley

Bird Feeder Alicia Spinnet

Gift Molly Weasley & Pandora Lovegood and Molly & Charlie Weasley

Before your will to sing meets its end, Leave some wounds while you can.  Lavender Brown

in the moonlight, our shadows are one Lavender Brown/Arthur Weasley

The Broken Room Penelope Clearwater/Luna Lovegood

Podfics

(PodFic) Treat You Better by hchollym (Marcus Flint/Percy Weasley)

[Podfic] "a symphony, undone" by volunteer_of_hufflepuff (Gen)

[Podfic] "Better Late Than Never" by hchollym (Marcus Flint/Percy Weasley)

[percy-lol]

My Sweeney Todd Cast head cannons if Harry Potter characters were actors

*Disclaimer: I’m not saying they are these characters in a literal sense but as actors and what role I believe they would have (based solely on vibes and some HP actors) so if you don’t agree please be kind<3

Leads:

Sweeney Todd: James Potter, Remus Lupin (Understudy)

Mrs. Lovett: Molly Weasley, Bellatrix Lestrange (Understudy)

Anthony Hope: Harry Potter, Dean Thomas (Understudy)

Johanna: Luna Lovegood, Fleur Delacroix (Understudy)

Judge Turpin: Severus Snape, Albus Dumbledore (Understudy)

(Note: yes i put Snape as judge Turpin bc Alan Rickman is all I can picture when I hear/imagine Turpin)

The Beedle: Peter Petigrew, Sheamus Finnigan (Understudy)

Peireli (Davey Connor): Sirius Black, Regulus Black (Understudy)

Toby: Filius Flitwick, Ron Weasley (Understudy)

Crews:

Tech Crew: Weasley Twins + Bill Weasley

Tech Director: Arthur Weasley

Choreographer: Neville Longbottom

Casting Director: Hermione Granger

Costume Manager: Charlie Weasley

Costume Crew: Lavender Brown, Parvati and Padma Patil, Evan Rosier

Set Designer: Oliver Wood

Set Carpenter: Rubius Hagrid and Firenze, Ginny Weasley

Stage Manager: Percy Weasley

Stage Crew: Aberforth Dumbledore, Pomona Sprout, Colin Creevey and Arabella Figg

Ensemble:

Garrick Ollivander

Viktor Krum

Rolanda Hooch

Stan Shunpike

Rufus Scrimgeour

Madame Maxime

Phineas Nigellus Black

Pansy Parkinson

Draco Malfoy

Lucius Malfoy

Narcissa Malfoy

Walburga Black

Barty Crouch Jr.

Pandora Lestrange

Argus Filch

Marleene McKinnon

Lily Evans

Mundungus Fletcher

Professor Kettleburn

Dolores Umbridge

Minerva McGonagall

[niconeekokneecaps]

so, I was just on tiktok and I searched up anti wolfstar to see what would come up (also cause I wanted to see how many are anti wolfstar on tiktok - not many as far as I’m aware). and this is the kinda shit I see:

[In this video, the audio is saying “Don’t you feel silly? Don’t you feel stupid? Don’t you feel a little ashamed?” and the text says ‘me to anti wolfstar shippers after telling them that the actors thought that they were queer the whole time’]

In the comment section of this post, one of the comments and the response fucking annoyed me though:

And in another video, it’s that audio where it goes “See that toxic person - walk the other way” and it repeats that. It starts off okay “not all slytherins are bad”, “Dumbledore stans”, “JKR stans” and “Lavender Brown deserved to die” but then it says “anti wolfstar people” and in the comment section, there was this comment and response:

I can’t actually add any more photos, so I’m gonna reblog this with the last 2 screenshots I want to share and the videos I 100% agree with. :)

[skuzyae]

-✦ morning glory.

prompt: mornings with Lisa - a drabble pronouns: not specified / gender neutral + fluff, just pure fluff author's note ;  HELLO EVERYONE! i am alive! i need lisa fics sooo bad and i'm rather curious how people see lisa in a relationship! i wanted this theme 2 be floral xD i love lisa, we stan queen lisa. You were always fond of how Lisa's house smelled like. A refreshing scent of warm sugar scented candles and lavender scented purifiers. Lisa actually have a collection of perfumes and scents in your shared home-- though, you didn't mind. Those smell great and she makes it herself too. Ever since you got into a relationship together, she has never neglected you once. Just thinking about it makes you wanna snuggle more within the empty sheets, unable to feel her warm embrace. "Missed me already?" a woman in her youth, wearing a purple silk night robe enters the room-- carrying a tray full of newly cooked dishes. Mondstadt Hash Browns, 2 mugs of hot caramel-chocolate, a bowl of oatmeal with berries in it and a plate of her specialty, Mysterious Bolognese. "Make sure to eat well, my darling~". She never fails to greet you with a "good morning" right?

[booksforevermore13]

Whatever you're going to read next, is entirely MY OPINION. I'm not forcing any of you to read or agree with anything written below, it's purely something I feel and needed to get out of my system.

...

I have nothing against Dramione stans but it's worth noting that in every fanfic I've read which are exceedingly popular, Hermione's this stunningly beautiful woman, and basically Draco can't believe his eyes when he sees her after the holidays with long endless legs, and beautiful brown eyes, and hair flowing down to her waist and all that rubbish I can't be bothered to remember now.

It's not as if Hermione's not beautiful, it's just that she's not a recuperated version of Angelina Jolie.

It seems as if Dramione fanfics are mostly based on how Hermione's the literal version of the 'ugly duckling', and Draco's this misunderstood Greek god of Slytherin and sure, there might be hidden feelings underneath the surface as fanfic authors so wisely point out, but the story almost always starts with Hermione being noticed by Draco for her looks.

There's no such thing in Romione. Or any other ship for that matter. Ron accepted Hermione for who she was, he loved Hermione because she was smart, she was kind and she was brave. Draco didn't. Ron didn't love her for her looks, and sure, physical appearance is a defining factor in a relationship but more than that, it's character. Not once, did he ever comment on how Hermione looked, except when she looked stunning.

Dramione in canon would be extremely toxic and Hermione would never forgive someone who made her a victim of discrimination every single year, who called her a Mudblood every chance he got, who wished her death, who laughed at the prospect of her being sexually assaulted and honestly, I've read fics where this scene in GoF was Draco being concerned and like, seriously? He couldn't have told her ANY OTHER WAY?

Did you forget that she trapped Rita Skeeter as a beetle, in a jar for writing shit about students, permanently scarred Marietta Edgecombe for being a snitch and attacked Ron, yes Ron, with exploding birds for kissing Lavender? You really think she'd see the good in Draco after everything he did? Hermione is not a forgiving person, goddamn it. It is not a woman's job to change for the man, to fix the man. It is not worth her time to see the good in someone who bullied her, who mocked her, who practically abused her every chance they got.

Yes, they might have changed, they might have come to their senses, but it doesn't change what they did. It doesn't change the harm they brought, doesn't change the pain they put the other person through.

And honestly speaking, if Dramione is compared with preschool love where the boy pulls the girl's pigtails and basically has an 'annoy the girl who you like' temperament and the girl hates him but then they grow up and become dashing teenagers and suddenly, it's like OH MY GOD, he is so hot — then honestly, I don't know if you read the books properly.

This is not a pull the girl's pigtails scenario, this is a bully and a girl fighting the bully.

Hermione Granger is a witch with character damn it, who was known as the brightest witch in her year for seven years straight. She was not known for her looks, she was known for her brains.

We need to appreciate that.

And sure, Draco might have been a severely traumatized child but SO WAS HARRY but I don't see Dramione fans talking about that.

[merinelsa]

Honestly I can't really understand why so many people used to hate Ron but I guess the thing about some fandom especially the book ones is that so many crucial things get overlooked while you're reading a long book.

Like Hermione fans go around calling Ron abusive while all he did was getting jealous and angry a couple of times while Hermione went around setting people's clothes on fire for distraction, turning people into bugs and trapping them, scarring people's face permanently for DA and cutting people's flesh with birds. Like I don't think Hermione is abusive or anything and well assault is not as serious in the Wizarding world but if we're gonna judge, Ron is not the worse of the two.

Also there's the fact that Dramione fans thought Draco was so smart (book smart like Hermione) while there was parts in the books where it suggests the opposite and there's the fact he literally got 3 owls?

Okay this feels so much like the kurtbastian/anti-blaine/obnoxious Kurt stans over here. Like calling Blaine ab*sive and toxic while coddling Kurt as if he's a perfect angel who is violated by Blaine when it couldn't be as far from the truth as possible. And glossing over the not so perfect side of kurt. And calling Kurtbastian the pinnacle of romance

God, I thought these people only existed in the glee Fandom, but now I can see these senseless fans are everywhere.

I've not read hp in a long while so I have quite a hazy memory but as far as I can remember Ron was jealous and wrong at times but he was also the one who felt guilty and apologized for things he did while Hermione was jealous too ( the whole lavender brown thing) and even tried to harm Ron but since she's the strong can do no wrong character, she's praised in the fandom ( this is in no way me trying to be anti Hermione cause I do really love her ( just like I do with Kurt))

And how can anyone call Draco smart, he's only ever acted on impulse and the only part where I found him interesting was in the half blood prince. But I guess the fandom wants to make the villainous white character to be someone special ( just like people do with Sébastien)

And people are too invested in the movies that they forget that Ron was stripped of all his great character traits in the movies and that book Ron was smart enough to always stick by Harry and help him in his missions.

And I'm a Romione shipper so I truly don't understand how people can even remotely like dramione (or drarry for that matter) but people do the same thing with Kurtbastian so I'm not really surprised.

[bowieandqueen11]

Homeschooled / Stanley Barber Imagine

Request: Hi can you please do a Stan Barber x homeschooled reader who's lived in Brownsville her whole life and he's just now noticed? 

Of course, I hope this is okay! <3

Comments are very, very much appreciated!

A smokey swirl of bright pink and a slightly dulled lavender transfigured the sky, as the sun began its descent over the crooked horizon of Brownsville.

In the sliver of dark orange left behind, most schoolchildren would, or perhaps should, be at home. Whether that’s watching TV, or eating dinner with tired parents, or trying to sneak out to the arcades during such early summer days. But for Stanley Barber, home was the one place he didn’t want to be at the moment, even if he had accidentally left his cassette player on - he would take his dad’s punishment for that later.

Right now, though, the streets feel the most private of public spaces, a sentiment you agreed with. If you were the sort who was used to this solitude, to spending so much time on your own, never really entering the buzz of people, there’s a vibrancy in this town that makes your stomach churn. It left you lightheaded, as if something huge was heading this way and only you could feel it. 

This town wasn’t awful: there were always moments of kindness whenever you left the house, fleeting smiles from people you recognised in the shops and gestures of appreciation and familiarity from those you passed on the street. You felt separate, it’s true, but as Stanley thought, as he drove down the road you were walking up, this town made you feel together to.

Gazing straight ahead, only half aware of a world outside the claustrophobic comfort of his beat up car, of Stanley’s hands stroking the wheel, the almost soundless changing of the gears, he finally noticed your figure walking his way.

Flashing his headlights, the glare shone and stung your eyes as he rolled to a stop on the pavement next to you, waving you over.

It took him a moment, as his finger fell on the car console and he tried to open the window. A heavy silence settled over the two of you as your unsettled eyes glanced unceremoniously around and tried to avoid catching his as he smiled up at you with an unfamiliar boyish charm. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he managed to get the window down.

‘Hi’, was the only thing he could think of as he twisted to face you. You almost took a step back, the overpowering smell of the cologne that was radiating off his sky blue jumper finally reaching your nose, but you managed to steady yourself and in turn squat down by the car window.

‘...Hi?’

‘I thought I knew everyone in this place, but I haven’t seen you before, have I?’

You glanced at him suspiciously, but he only stayed deadly still.

‘...No, I’m homeschooled - I don’t go to the local high school, if that’s what you’re asking.’

‘They have a football game on today, if you’d like to join me?’

He could sense you stiffen, and so he reached out his hand cautiously, stuttering as he went on.

‘I know, I know, you don’t know me and I don’t know you. But you look interesting, and I’m already so bored of every single other person in this town. Plus, you’re the only other person my age, except for the drug dealers of course, who actually likes to be out at this time of the day. That makes you okay in my books.’

‘I have to be home by ten.’

‘Ten I can do.’

He's so much younger than you had expected. He has that almost grown-up choir boy look except the glint in his eyes as he reaches over to open the passenger side door, with a concerning groan from its hinges. There was something about the way he smiled, the way butterflies seemed to escape from the pit of his stomach and the way the sun had somehow toppled down from the sky and made a home right there in his heart. He had the kind of smile that made you feel happy to be alive and just that little bit more human. You tried to suppress a blush as you made to get into the car.

‘What’s your name, by the way, Just in case I need to tell the police.’

He laughs lightly, and it’s a sound you want to hear again and again and again.

‘Stanley. Stanley Barber. And who do I have the honour of kidnapping?’

‘Y/n. My name’s Y/n.’      

Now that you’re sitting next to him it's far easier to observe him discreetly; as he drives it's natural for me to look his way while we talk and for him to keep his eyes on the street. He’s weird, but it’s a nice kind of odd. You’ve never met anyone else who likes superheroes this much and wants to become a jellyfish, but it’s refreshing, and for the first time in a while you find yourself laughing naturally. 

It didn’t take you long to reach the football grounds - it would have taken less time if he hadn’t stopped off for a soda along the way. 

You could feel the adrenaline from the pitch to the stands and flowing right around the stadium. It was the sort of tension people crave, because it comes right before the elation- well, hopefully. You take a seat next to him on the bleachers, folding down on the cold seat comfortably next to his jeans. His shoulder bumps against yours as you reach up to nab the sunglasses off his head, placing them on over your eyes. You thought he might be angry, but he does nothing in retaliation but smirk and place his mouth around the straw, taking a sip from the plastic cup. 

The copper hues of the sun had given way to a dusty purple scattered with the occasional glitter of a faraway star. The distant skyline stood silhouetted against a velvety sky, the golden dusk enveloped by the twilight sky, and only the bright stadium lights shining on the scattered crowd could be seen.

‘I can’t believe you made me come to this. It’s so lame.’

‘It's the opposite of lame, Y/n! It's theater. It's live theater. Westinghouse Memorial High School on a Friday night. What could be more tragic? More Shakespearean? You miss a treat not coming here.’

‘You’re such a dork.’

Behind those large sunglasses your eyes could have been anywhere at all, or closed, but everything about Stanley Barber meant you were deeply immersed in his gaze.

‘Just wait until you see my comic collection.’

For once, you couldn’t find your voice. You felt your cheeks flush hot, and your heart pounding as you looked down to your feet planted firmly on the damp grass.

‘Only if you want to see them, of course.’

‘...I’d like that.’  

Stanley smiled, and for the first time he could remember, he felt how happy and content people ought to be: simply lacking the tension anxiety brings. His eyes found a new softness to them, as he glanced up at you, and there was something so welcoming in the rich browns. 

Something in him felt a little more put together, a little more at home, sitting next to you, and he wanted this feeling to last forever.

[starship-squidlet]

Wordgame: Truth - Tryst

(Okay, so I’m not doing these in the order you sent them—I’m doing them in order of which I have an idea for 😂)

I decided to do this one in the Space Pirate AU I’m working on!!! It’s sort of a Newsies/Star Wars crossover, because I was too lazy to do full world-building for a whole galaxy, but all that’s coming from Star Wars is names of places/things/species/etc. Hope that makes sense.

Fandom: Newsies (and sort of Star Wars)

Word count: 1,441

(I’m also tagging @the-cowbi @fifty-for-the-racer @aggressive-bucky-barnes-stan because I know you guys were at least a little interested in the Space Pirate AU/Yo Ho Hero so I thought you might be interested in this!)

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“Hey, JoJo! Where ya goin’?” Romeo dropped down from the crossbeam of the mast and cocked his head to the side, ears swiveling, one to face her, one turning towards some noise from the other end of the ship that only he could hear.

JoJo rolled her eyes and shrugged. “Just out,” she said, intentionally vague. She didn’t need anyone knowing her business, least of all Romeo, who quite possibly had the biggest mouth on the ship. “Even I need to get off the ship every now and then.”

“Aw, come on,” he whined. “Tell me the truth.”

“What makes you think that’s not it?” JoJo laughed. She brushed past him, the rainbow crest of feathers that ran from the bridge of her nose to the small of her back rippling. “Tell Spot I’ll be back well before we cast off if he asks.”

“You better be,” Romeo called after her. “He’ll leave without you!”

“Yeah, I know!”

JoJo pulled her hood up as she stepped off the gangplank and onto the crowded platform of the space dock. While the people around her were quite literally of all shapes, sizes, colors, and more, the kaleidoscope of brilliant colors of her feathers tended to draw a few stares. Onotorans weren’t common even in the Outer Rim, and they were currently in the Core. Most people around here had never even heard of her people, planet, or system. She didn’t want to draw unwanted attention.

The spaceport was fairly easy to navigate. She’d been there enough times that she knew her way to her destination. It was a small corner of an overgrown garden, hidden from the paths around it behind curtains of wild ivy and tall hedges in desperate need of a trim. JoJo glanced over her shoulder as she approached the garden. This part of the spaceport wasn’t as busy as the main roads, but, in the name of privacy, she didn’t particularly want to be seen.

When she was certain no-one was watching, she slipped a hand under the ivy and pulled it aside so that she could step in. As her eyes adjusted to the dimmer, green-tinted light, she smiled to herself. She wasn’t the first to arrive.

Sniper grinned as she stood. Her cloak had been pushed back behind her shoulders, her lekku resting against her chest to brush against her stomach. She reached out a hand towards JoJo to help her step up onto the small platform concealed by the ivy. JoJo accepted it, her own lavender skin turning a dull brown in the green light, while Sniper’s yellow skin wore a chartreuse hue. Sniper pulled her up and into a long, tight hug.

They stood there for several minutes before JoJo pulled away just long enough to press a kiss to the other woman’s lips. “Hi,” she giggled, resting her forehead against Sniper’s.

“Hi,” Sniper laughed. “Welcome back. How was the Mid Rim?”

“Boring,” JoJo rolled her eyes. She took a step back and slid her coat down and off, tossing it aside as she revealed the feathers on her forearms and back, all laid flat against her skin, as she was undeniably relaxed for the first time in weeks—since the last time she and Sniper had been able to meet for one of their trysts.

Sniper grinned and unclasped her cloak, tossing it on top of JoJo’s discarded jacket. They settled down on the moss-covered platform, staring up at what little of the sky was visible through the ivy-covered lattice over them. They chatted for a while, side by side, hands clasped. JoJo rested her head against Sniper’s shoulder, smiling at the familiarity of her scent. It was oil and spices and hints of fuel all at once, and they combined to smell like happiness. Like love. Like home. Sniper pulled her hand away and squirmed around to wrap her arm around JoJo’s shoulders, pulling her even closer.

“How much longer do you have?” Sniper murmured.

JoJo sighed and lifted her arm, shaking her wrist to get her timepiece to display. “Ten minutes before Spot starts to get angry. Thirty before he gets really angry.”

Sniper laughed. “Guess I’d better get ready to let you go again.”

JoJo groaned and rolled onto her side, slinging her arm over Sniper’s stomach and burying her face in her shoulder. “Do we have to?” she grumbled, voice muffled.

“Only if you want to keep your job.”

“What if I don’t want to?”

“It’s a good job.”

“And I’m good at it. Everyone always needs a good navigator. I can find another job. One that doesn’t take me so far out from the Core.”

Sniper smiled to herself. “And you’d be miserable. You like exploring.”

“I love you.”

“Well, I love you enough to know that we’re both happier with you going out on your adventures. Because otherwise you’re miserable, and then I’m miserable because you’re miserable.”

JoJo laughed and pulled away into a sitting position. “I wouldn’t be miserable. I can’t be miserable with you around.”

Sniper rolled her eyes and sat up, slinging her legs over JoJo’s and pulling her down so that their foreheads rested against each other. “One of these days we’ll settle down together. Just… not yet.”

JoJo smiled and pulled her into another kiss. “Hopefully ‘one of these days’ isn’t too far off.”

“Hopefully.”

A few minutes later, they reluctantly separated and retrieved their outerwear. JoJo pulled on her coat and raised the hood again, while Sniper settled for wrapping her cloak loosely around her shoulders, lifting her lekku out from under it and letting them rest on top of the garment while she fiddled with the clasp. After a moment, JoJo pushed her hands aside and fastened the clasp for her. “Honestly,” she sighed. “A mechanic, and you can’t even get the clasp on your cloak fixed. How do you repair ships?”

Sniper laughed. “Sometimes I don’t even know that myself.”

They walked part of the way together before separating, JoJo for the dock where The Banner was waiting for her, and Sniper for the repair bays where she worked. “Let me know when you’re heading back for the Core,” Sniper whispered, leaning in to press one last kiss to JoJo’s cheek.

“I’ll call as soon as I can,” JoJo promised. “Maybe we’ll go to a big enough spaceport that I can find a holonet terminal.”

Sniper snorted. “Good luck with that.”

JoJo laughed and waved goodbye as they split apart. She took her time walking back to The Banner, even though—or maybe because—she knew it would annoy Spot.

Sure enough, the captain was waiting for her, arms crossed and ears back as he scowled down the gangplank at her. “You’re late.”

JoJo sighed. “Sorry, captain. Won’t happen again.”

Spot barked out a laugh. “Sure. I’ll buy that lie when pigs fly.”

“I’m pretty sure there’s somewhere in the galaxy where they do,” JoJo quipped, slipping past him. “Do we have our heading?”

“We do,” Spot said, falling in step beside her as they headed for the control board. “Coordinates are already set; just waiting for you to plot our course.”

JoJo nodded and took her place behind the navicomputer, running quickly through calculations and dialing the directions into the computer. “Ready when you are, captain!” she called once it was done.

Spot nodded, once, and went through the ignition sequence. The huge, barrel-shaped engines on the sides of the ship roared to life, the third on the keel following suit as they began to lift away from their berth. As they rose, the transparisteel walls that formed their protective atmosphere bubble unfolded and rose, meeting at the top of the mast. The shimmer of the outer shield was only seconds behind the dome, tinging the view with the palest of blues.

Finch, Specs, Romeo, and Skittery were perched in their positions in the rigging, hair and fur and feathers fluttering in the “wind” generated by the moving currents of recycled air that filled the ship with atmosphere. The last three occupants of the ship stood behind JoJo and Spot: Katherine and Charlie, “princess” and “prince”, respectively, of their illustrious father’s semi-legitimate shipping empire, and Davey, their magic-wielding babysitter, for lack of a better term.

“Loose the rigging!” Spot called, and the boys up the masts scurried to follow the order. In seconds, the massive solar sails that collected power for the ship were unfurled, billowing outwards towards the closest source of ultraviolet light.

JoJo smiled to herself. I may not want to admit it, but Sniper’s right. This is where I belong right now. This is where I want to be.

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Let's Get This Straight.

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by AngelicDemonSpookynoodles

You all know how Harry Potter went. It was pretty inaccurate, in all honesty, and didn't focus on Fred and George nearly as much. Come on, let's go through what actually happened.

Words: 333, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Harry Potter RPF

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi, Other

Characters: Lee Jordan, George Weasley, Fred Weasley, Ron Weasley, Bill Weasley, Charlie Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Molly Weasley, Arthur Weasley, Newt Scamander, Severus Snape, Albus Dumbledore, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Regulus Black, James Potter, Lily Evans Potter, Luna Lovegood, Neville Longbottom, Hermione Granger, Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnigan, Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, Cedric Diggory, Mildus Black, Lavender Brown, Fleur Delacour, Rubeus Hagrid, Angelina Johnson, Minerva McGonagall, Marlene McKinnon, Dorcas Meadowes, Marauders (Harry Potter), Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody, Padma Patil, Parvati Patil, Stan Shunpike, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Alicia Spinnet, Nymphadora Tonks, Oliver Wood

Relationships: Lee Jordan/George Weasley, Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Luna Lovegood/Ginny Weasley, Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Percy Weasley/Oliver Wood

Additional Tags: Fluff and Angst, BAMF Fred Weasley, POV Alternating, Sad George Weasley, Protective Fred Weasley, George Weasley Needs a Hug, Fred Weasley needs a hug, BAMF Percy Weasley, BAMF Women, BAMF Minerva McGonagall, BAMF Molly Weasley, BAMF Ginny Weasley, BAMF Ron Weasley, BAMF Charlie Weasley, BAMF Bill Weasley, BAMF Arthur Weasley, Oblivious Harry Potter, Oblivious Harry, Book 1: Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone, Book Ginny, Black Hermione Granger, Dark Hermione Granger, Hermione Granger & Harry Potter Friendship, Hermione Granger is a Good Friend, Everyone Is Gay, Author Is Sleep Deprived, The Author Regrets Everything, Please Don't Hate Me, Please Kill Me, How Do I Tag, I Don't Even Know, I'm Bad At Tagging, I'm Sorry, I'm Bad At Titles, What Have I Done, I Blame Tumblr, I Ship It, Gay George Weasley, Good Percy Weasley, Gay Panic, Gay Percy Weasley, Genderfluid Character, Awesome Molly Weasley, Molly Weasley is Superior, Draco Malfoy & Ron Weasley Friendship, Weasley Family-centric (Harry Potter), Lesbian Ginny Weasley, Asexual Luna Lovegood, Autistic Luna Lovegood, Minor Luna Lovegood/Ginny Weasley, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, molly and arthur are good parents, Arthur needs rubber ducks, Demisexuality, Demisexual George Weasley, Lesbian Luna Lovegood, Good Albus Dumbledore, Albus Dumbledore is a Good Teacher, Albus Dumbledore is Actually Gay, Gay Albus Dumbledore, Fashion Icon George Weasley, Molly Weasley Runs a Magic Bakery, Molly Weasley is Everyone's Mum, Ron Weasley is So Done, Harry Potter & Ron Weasley Friendship, Arthur Weasley is a rubber duck enthusiast, femboy sirius black, Sirius Black is the antichrist, Sirius Black Taught George Fashion Tips, George Weasley Teaches Sirius Fashion Tips, Gay Sirius Black, sirius black has tattoos, Sirius Black is a Good Sibling, Sirius Black is a Good Boyfriend, BAMF Hermione Granger, Hermione Granger is Pining, Percy Weasley is in Love, Percy Weasley Loves His Jock Roommate, Asexual Charlie Weasley, Autistic Charlie Weasley, Charlie Weasley is a Good Sibling, Trans Charlie Weasley, Charlie Weasley is Friends with the Dragons, Charlie Weasley is Friends with Luna Lovegood, Charlie and Luna Bonded Over the Dragons and Bumbos in Their Toasters, Chaotic Twins, Weasley twins, Lee Jordan Actually Exists, Lee Jordan is So Soft, Everyone Needs A Hug, Everyone Has Issues, everyone is soft, Gay, no straight people, No Smut, No Sex, Oliver Wood - Freeform, Protective Oliver Wood, Pining Oliver Wood, Oliver Wood Is A Himbo, but not really, Oliver Wood Pretends to be A Himbo, Oliver Wood is in Love, Oliver Wood Loves His Nerd Roommate, Autistic Percy Weasley, Autistic Newt Scamander, Autistic Fred Weasley, Autistic George Weasley, Fred Weasley has ADHD, George Weasley has ADHD, Please Give the Twins some Love, Uhhhh there's a lot of OCs, No one is cishet, literally no one, Maybe Voldemort, Lesbian Minerva McGonagall, Anarchist Bill Weasley, Anarchist Sirius Black, Feminist Sirius Black, Sirius and Lily Punch Sexists, Sirius Black Wears Makeup, Remus Lupin Needs a Hug, Gay Remus Lupin, Protective Remus Lupin, Established Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Molly Weasley Took On Bellatrix She'll Take on Voldemort if She Damn Wants, Neopronoun Usage, sensory issues, George Weasley Needs Mental Help, Double Agents, Mental Health Issues, Percy Weasley Needs Mental Help, Remus Lupin has Self-Esteem Issues, Remus Lupin Has PTSD, Indian James Potter, James Potter Being an Idiot, James Potter Needs a Hug, Harry Potter Needs a Hug, Indian Harry Potter, Everyone Is Alive, Except Voldemort, Good Severus Snape, Severus Snape Has a Heart, Severus Snape is Bad at Feelings, But he loves his students, Severus Snape is a good teacher, Severus Snape isn't obsessed, He probably finds love, idk - 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[rockerfemme]

all the colors

yas king indulge my need to talk about myself online! we stan!

orange: if you could, would you change your eye color? why? to what color, if so?

would change to green bc green eyes are gorgeous and the idea of being able to actually see your own pupils is whackadoodle

yellow: name of an artist you think is underappreciated

thin lizzy

green: do you have a favourite flower?

i do not

blue: preferred type of weather?

overcast

purple: a poem you think describes your closest friend

listen i know 2 poems off the top of my head and one of them is about a funeral and the other is the raven. i cannot answer this

magenta: do you keep your fingernails long or short?

i like long nails but i’m also a guitarist so they’re short on my left hand and long on my right. yes i know im unhinged

turquoise: favorite sea animal?

ooh girl shock me like an electric eel

cyan: are you religious? spiritual?

fuck no i actively dislike religion

sea green: can you fold a fitted sheet?

honestly? never tried

violet: are you a part of the lgbt+ community?

yup

amber: what's saved as your phone's lockscreen?

it’s like a metallica logo with a skull

aqua: do you thrift?

nope ive only bought 1 thrift store item ever

pink: what's your natural hair color?

black

beige: have any pets? what're their names?

never had any pets :(

black: would you ever try going vegetarian or vegan?

i could never i love eggs and bacon

coral: an animal you wish hadn't gone extinct

not actually extinct but yknow that post thats going around about how america used to have millions of bison

grey: how many languages do you speak? do you want to learn any more?

just english and a school-level amount of spanish, which i want to get fluent in eventually

maroon: do you care for clothing brands?

nope i just go for whatever looks cool

rose: favourite scent on a person?

no idea

charcoal: have you ever been camping?

nope

copper: gold or silver jewelry?

gold

cream: any piercings or tattoos? do you want any?

piercings: i have both nostrils, septum, and industrial and i want a bunch more tattoos: i have a few and also want a bunch more

salmon: how many pairs of sunglasses do you own?

none bc i wear glasses but i really want a pair of aviators so ill prob have to look into getting prescription ones

ebony: would you ever want to play a game on television? (jeopardy, family fued, etc)

idk probably not 

indigo: have you ever lived on a farm?

no but it seems like it might be fun

lavender: relationship status?

taken

fulvous: another name you think would suit you

i literally keep thinking about this bc i’m not sure im satisfied with kyler but i can never come up with shit. maybe just jeffrey

coconut: a subject you enjoy learning about

chemical weapons

frost: a -core you enjoy

proud to say that i do not enjoy any damn cores

porcelain: an tv show you used to love

zoey 101

fawn: any interesting family stories?

the time my dad allowed the basement to flood TWICE in TWO different houses bc he ignored my mom when she said “hey maybe you should check on the tank the shower water is turning brown” and, 3 or 4 years later, “hey maybe you should check on the tank i can quite literally hear water running under the floor” 

gold: do you wear your socks mismatched?

yes all the time. it even became a running joke with my dentist bc every year id visit and lay down on the chair and my socks wouldn’t be matching

honey: your thoughts on magic- does it exist?

don’t think so

ginger: any sideblogs?

yup theyre all in my about

cherry: YouTubers you enjoy watching?

danny gonzalez, emily boo, it’s black friday

wine: do you have a 'type'

punks and metalheads basically

mahogany: your sun, moon, and rising signs

sun: capricorn. i’m not into astrology so idk any of the others

blood: twin beds, queen, or king?

i have a twin but god Damn i would like a big bed

hot pink: did you/do you had/have strong feelings against the color pink?

yeah i used to hate it but i’m accepting it back into my life again

plum: a food you've never tried

shawarma 

lilac: dogs, cats, or fish?

dogs

amethyst: do you collect anything?

vinyl and i want to start a lighter collection at some point

mulberry: earbuds or headphones?

headphones

azure: jean jackets?

only if they’re black

teal: have a job?

yup

denim: kill the spider or take it outside?

kill kill kill kill k

sapphire: do you think you can sing well?

perhaps

mint: favourite flavour of gum?

hate gum. shit runs out in like 5mins and then you have to SPIT it back out? disgusting 

penny: icecream or cake

ice cream

ash: can you do your own makeup?

yeah

jade: ever written fanfiction?

yeah

grape: how many blogs do you follow?

1459

umber: do you brush your teeth before you eat?

no why would i

chestnut: type of phone you have

refurbished iphone 8

prussian blue: what's your first choice at the vending machine

skittles

aquamarine: beach or pool

pool

brass: least favorite food condiment

relish. never had it but it looks nasty

mustard: how much sugar in your tea/coffee?

i don’t put sugar in tea but 2 packets for coffee

silver: ever broken a bone?

nope

rose quartz: rings or necklaces

neither really but necklaces

onyx: do you still play Minecraft?

never did 

scarlet: favorite holiday

christmas, in theory

apricot: opinion on 3 in 1 body wash/hair wash

bad

platinum: do you follow politics?

yup

magnolia: your Instagram handle?

alice_nchainz 

[musicnoots]

Happier

Chuck Grant/Reader

A/N: More Chuck fluff bc we all love Chuck (myself included)

Synopsis: Just you, Chuck, and his tobacco shop.

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The bells on the door of the tobacco shop jingles as you enter, meeting Chuck’s eyes over at the counter as he helps a customer. Your visits to the tobacco shop were always unannounced, but you knew your husband always loved when you show up when he’s least expecting it. His lips curl at the corners, and his eyes twinkle like the stars in San Francisco on a good night—he always comes home needing you more than ever, so your presence definitely was more than just a pleasant surprise.

The tobacco shop was never really that busy. It was sprinkled with a couple of customers there and there needing their daily tobacco fix, but Chuck likes to complain about not having any customers when in reality, he had thirty-five. He likes to complain so you can kiss the top of his head the way he likes it—soft and sincere.

Not wanting to disturb Chuck from doing his job, you head over to the stack of boxes where Gus was laying on a couple of blankets and scratched his chin, smiling as he purred into your hand.

“Hey, Gus,” you said softly, your other hand running through his white and grey fur—he’s such a good kitty, “how’s my favorite boy doin’? Mm? How’s your daddy doin’ today? He doin’ alright? He forgot his lunch at home again, so I got off work a little early today to drop it off and hang around the shop, but we all know he forgets it on purpose, huh. Even you know it because you’re my favorite boy.”

“I thought I was your favorite boy,” Chuck whines from the back.

He’s standing behind the counter, leaning against a box of unpackaged Lucky Strikes with a pout on his face, and you laugh as you saunter over. Chuck has this grudge against Gus whenever he feels like you like the cat more than him—which is why he implemented the no cuddling Gus without me rule but you swore you saw him and Gus snuggled together on the couch last night after ice cream.

Chuck opens his arms out for you, and you happily fall into his arms like the first time he ever held you, eyes shut as you feel his arms, creeping vines, wrapping around you and his fingers running through your hair.

He smells like fine tobacco—the good kind—the ones he smokes when he stands on the front porch to watch the sky turn into hues of orange and pink and the sun disappear on the horizon. His touch is inviting, loving in a way that only you can feel, and there’s nothing you wanted but to feel his love surge through your body like medicine.

“I thought you weren’t coming over today?” he asks, and you snort, his hands running up and down your arms like coming home on a Sunday evening to you and the lavender in your hair.

“I wasn’t, but my sweet husband just happened to forget his lunch for the fourth time this week.” You hand over the brown lunch bag and watch as he gratefully takes it, planting a kiss on your forehead. “How has business been today?”

“Slow, as usual,” he huffs, arms across his chest. “I only got three customers since we opened at eight this morning, and y’know what one of them had the guts to do? Point at the scar and says he’s not surprised if I’ve got no one to love.” He points at the scar on his temple and drops his gaze down to the floor, his chest sunken back and wanting to feel your love trickle down your lips like sweet, golden honey.

“Oh, honeybun,” you coo, caressing his cheek with the pad of your thumb and getting on your tippy toes to kiss the tip of his nose just the way he likes it—soft and sincere.

He feels his heart flutter when he feels your lips on his skin, feeling deeply in love with you like when he romanced you back in Aldbourne with your hand in his and a rooftop underneath the stars on a clear April night. He feels so grateful to have you in his life, holding his hand when he never knew he needed it the most and doing the littlest of things that mean a whole lot to him. Like wetting his toothbrush at night for him, buying a donut for him even if it’s the saddest looking donut in the display, and making him take a picture with Gus so you can hang it up in the hallway. He loves it all.

When he leans against the counter, Gus roving along his ankle, he takes your hand and presses a firm kiss on the back of it, and you instantly gravitate to be closer to him.

The look he has on his face is comparable to the time he caught you eating a donut in the kitchen in the middle of the night, and the time you caught him reading out loud to Gus on the couch—your favorite memory. Quack quack said mother goose—sounds like a load of bullshit to me, Gus. Dontcha think?

“I love you,” he breathes, almost lost for words when he feels you wrap your arms around him and engulf him in a hug so full of love even Aphrodite can’t comprehend. “And you know that I don’t just forget my lunch at home all the time…”

You chuckle and fiddle with one of the buttons on his cardigan. “And I hope you know that I don’t mind.” Anything this man wants, you’d be more than happy to give it to him. Sometimes he gets insecure and worries about it being related to bullet wound in his head, but you assure him there’s no one better for you than him. “I’m off for the rest of the day. I can help out with the shop.”

Chuck smiles to himself, his arm wrapping around your waist as Gus nudges against his shoe, and his lips on your temple, eternally grateful for the life he has with you. He bends down to pick the cat off the ground, and you smile, seeing your husband carry the cat he claims to hate the fucking guts of like his own child, coddled up against his chest.

“Actually, I was thinking...” he spoke, and you cock your head to the side, “of closing the shop early today.”

You eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Why? I thought—“

“Thinking of going to the beach today. Just you, me, and Gus. Stop by Stan’s on the way there for some donuts,” he said, “and when we come back home, I can make some of that potato soup you like so much.” He mumbles much more after that, but he’s way too engrossed with the cat in his arms to figure out the words escaping from his lips. You decide to let him be, the happiness this man makes you feel coursing throughout your body. The way he buttons up his cardigan because he gets insecure about his little tummy, how his hair is always somehow softer than the flower beds in Holland, and the ring on his finger that he claims makes him perennially yours like he was meant to be.

He truly was meant to be.

You find yourself falling in love with him all over again when you watch him scratch Gus’ chin, his hands gentler than the whisper of a ghost and his walls falling down like sand castles at the beach, similar to the way he kisses the delicate skin of your thighs every morning. You reminisce of moments back home, moments where you can lounge in his arms until the dawn of time, and he will always want you more than you ever know because you make his life worth living every second of the way. Everyday with Chuck is like heaven on earth, and you wouldn’t trade it for the world.

You’re lost in your thoughts when he holds out a hand for you. “Well, whaddya say?”

You take his hand, and he brings it up to his lips to kiss your palm, guiding you to the front of the shop where he flips the Open sign over to the Closed. Later, when he holds your hand, walking on the sand, he kisses you underneath a sky of shades of pink and orange, and you swear there’s nothing that makes you happier than your favorite boys.