I MISS MY TABLET but I couldn’t not doodle this when it came to mind, apologies for the slightly blurry quality 3
Remembered reading he is one to train, though idk if he’s ticklish, I doubt anyone has the guts to try it out like 99% of the time. Either way: Trust no one not even your gf who is helping you train weights, especially that actually.
The reader lives in Austin and unknowingly runs into Jensen at a bonfire and sparks fly. Part 1 After abruptly leaving the party, the reader hopes to run into Jay again.
Obviously I intend no hate or ill wishes to him or his family. This is purely just for writing and wasting my time.
This is purely for a hobby and my enjoyment.
Maybe some of you will enjoy it too. I am by no means a writer so I
apologize in advance for any mistakes or grammatical/spelling errors.
Saturdays were your favorite days. No school, no kids, and you especially appreciated no alarm clocks. You woke up a bit later than usual considering you had not been able to fall asleep easily as you replayed the rush of last night over and over again in your head. The sun peaked through the blinds and you stretched in bed. You could hear Angie in the other room dealing with what sounded like a pretty awful hangover.
As your feet hit the floor, a sense of urgency hit you. You wanted to see him again and the only way to do that would be to scale the streets of Austin. No. You tried to repress the feeling. One, there is no way he would even remember you. Two, he probably found some other chick as there as probably a line of willing subjects after you ditched the fire. Three, even if he did remember you, there was no way you were just going to run into him by chance. But it would be nice to get out and do something anyways you compromised as an excuse.
After you got ready fairly quickly, you went to find Angie who seemed to be recovering just fine.
“Hey.” You chirped. “Up for bloody marys and brunch?”
“Um, yes! That’s the best idea you ever had.” She instantly jumped up and grabbed her purse.
At brunch, Angie gushed over Jared and how unbelievably nice he was. You tired to play it cool but threw in a question every now and then about how to find them or if she knew anything about how long they would be here. She was just as clueless as you. The two of you walked up and down SoCo window shopping and trying to get ideas of how to redecorate the apartment. You couldn’t help but feel you were only half involved in the process as you kept scanning the crowds for a glimpse of someone familiar.
Angie tired out quickly and abandoned you to take a nap in preparation for her plans tonight which you knew meant she wanted to do something but had no idea what. You headed downtown and picked up some records at Waterloo and settled down at BookPeople. You wasted a couple of hours browsing through books and worked a bit on creating a few therapy based activities for some of the children at the school.
When you finally made it back home you couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed but tried to remind yourself of what you had concluded earlier. Angie was lounging about.
oh my gosh i really wish gnome hats and capes were socially accepted clothing items. also elaborate facepaint patterns with glitter too probably. and hair thats unkept, down to my thighs and full of sticks and leafs. also moss, lots of moss. let me be a peat bog forest thing, society.
The die had been rolled and a flash of light took over the
room. Just as it had appeared in a sudden burst it dimmed just as quickly.
Everyone stood there and blinked their eyes as they got ready for some kind of
threat to appear from the infinity die but there was nothing. Everything in the
living room was almost the same as it had been before except for one thing.
Stan was no longer by the T.V. next to Ford. All that
remained of the man that had been there was his suit in a bunched-up mess on
the floor with his fez neatly placed on top.
Mabel gasped and her hand went up to grab Grenda’s arm.
Dipper was frozen on the ground; his eyes glued to the spot his great uncle had
stood a moment ago. Stanford seemed to have gone pal; all blood had drained
from his face. The adult was struggling to keep composer for the sake of the
children around him.
“S-Stanley?” his voice wavered as he said the name. His hand
hesitated over the pile of clothing before him.
His brother was gone. Stan was really gone. The die that he
had brought into this world had destroyed his brother. Why did he feel so numb
“Grunkle Stan?” Mabel whispered and hesitantly moved away
from her friend towards the clothes pile.
“Mabel, stay back,” Ford said quickly and held up his hand
to stop her. He could not let the child see this if it was something terrible.
He needed to protect the kids now, “We don’t know what happened and I don’t
want you kids getting hurt.”
“Great Uncle Ford,” Dipper said quickly and pushed himself
to his feet, “It’s moving.”
“Grun- the clothes.”
Dipper pointed at the pile and Stanford’s eyes followed the
movement. The whole group could only stare as suddenly a little hand found its
way out of the dark jacket’s sleeve and pushed the fez up. They had only gotten
a glimpse of what was under the hat before Mabel and Grenda squealed.
“Oh my Gosh!” Grenda shouted, “He is so cute!”
A startled noise came from the person under the fez and the
hat fell back over the little face. The person tried to get up but tripped on
the oversized clothes. The very movement caused the hat to go rolling away and
messy, brown curls to appear.
A scared little face of a small boy looked up at them now.
He had freckles across his cheeks and a slight sun burn. His wide, brown eyes
seemed to be squinted even as they darted to every person in the room as if the
child had trouble seeing clearly. The poor boy’s defensive nature did not seem
to prepare him for the hug that Grenda swooped him into.
The poor child yelped and struggled in fight.
“Put me down! Put me down!” the child shouted, his voice in
that squeaky pitch of distress, “I-I’m warnin’ ya’! My big brother is real mean
and’ll make sure ya’ never mess with me again!”
His little legs kicked uselessly and only managed to let the
over-sized pants fall off so he was only wearing the jacket and button shirt.
“He is so adorable!” Mabel cooed and walked into view to
poke the chubby cheeks of the child, “Who is he?” She gasped and looked over at
Ford, “Is this Grunkle Stan?”
Ford shifted nervously at the question. The child in
Grenda’s arms did have a very striking resemblance to his twin brother when
they had been the age of seven. The same missing tooth, same fighting spirit,
and same squeaky voice. The fact the child had replaced Stanley and was dressed
in his brother’s clothes also gave the high probability that the boy held here
was, in fact, Stanley Pines.
“Grunkle?” The boy asked and slowly stopped his struggles,
“What’s a Grunkle? Where am I? Why ain’t I on the beach?”
‘Stan’ looked around his new surroundings again and seemed
to get more distressed.
“And where’s Stanford? What did you do to him? I swear, if
you hurt him, I-I’ll…I’ll punch ya’! Punch ya’ right in the face!”
The scared little child had melted away and suddenly was
replaced by a protective little boy. The tiny child kicked his legs harder and
thrashed to be released but Grenda held him firmly.
“Grunkle Stan calm down,” Dipper said quickly and hurried
over to the small child, “We aren’t here to hurt you.”
“Yeah,” Mabel said, “We are just as confused as you are.”
The boy slowed down his struggles and looked between the two
kids that stood in front of him.
“Wh-who are you?” He asked softly.
“I’m Mabel and this is Dipper,” the girl introduced, “And
the person holding you is my friend Grenda.”
Stan looked back at the girl and his mouth turned into a
little ‘o’ after he got a good look at her. He had no idea he was being held
back by another child or a girl. He felt a little embarrassed for being so
easily restrained; his father would not be happy about that if he knew.
“Okay, then, where am I? Where is Stanford?”
“Well,” Dipper began, “You see. What happened wa-.”
“What happened was you came across something that has
brought you here to the future,” Stanford interrupted quickly.
Dipper, Mabel, and Grenda looked at the old man confused.
That was clearly a lie; all the children had saw the die roll and it had
clearly been the reason for this current problem. The scientist did his best to
ignore the looks and kept his eyes firmly locked on the child in Grenda’s arms.
“The future?” The child made a face that clearly said he did
not believe Stanford’s words, “Really? You couldn’t think of a better
kidnapping story, bud? Like I am gonna believe I magically came to the fu-.”
“Count my fingers.”
Stan blinked and made a face at the man. “What?”
Stanford walked over to the boy and knelt down in front of
him. He held up his hand and looked at Stan straight in the eyes.
Stan tilted his head at the man’s strange request but seemed
to give in for now. He looked over at the hand and lazily counted the number of
“On. Two. Three. Four, five, six. There you happy?”
Stanford said nothing and waited for the number to dawn on
the young boy. Stan’s expression changed from bored to confused in a matter of
seconds. He looked back at the hand again and counted the fingers two more
times before he stared at Ford’s face.
Ford let his hand drop, his expression was very a very close
match to the hesitant and wary one on the child’s face. He pushed through those
fears for the children around him and gave a very weak smile.
Like if Eric had a little sister, it’ll be so adorable oh my gosh
He would -
Be overprotective over her
Let her wear his hat on backwards and calls her ‘’My mini me’’
Teaches her how to play video games
Has to be forced to play ‘’dress up’’ with her and gets mad a little but laughs whenever she has to put makeup on him
Give her piggyback rides
Plays soccer with her and gets surprised whenever she beats him ;)
Eric would try his best to calm down whenever his little sister would tell him that someone at school was bothering her. But he couldn’t help that he was really angry about it. Like really angry.
He’ll teach her lessons on how to be tough whenever someone picks on her at school or on the playground.
Eventually, it worked and now the kids at school didn’t bother her anymore.
Eric was very proud to hear that his little sister defended herself towards her bullies.
Eric’s little sister would like be the boy version of Eric (in a good way).
Both of them like playing baseball and soccer.
He’ll give her a pep talk before she’s about to get in trouble with their parents because he’s been in the same situation and knows what to expect.
He’ll give her really good advice every year about the next grade that she’s going to since he’s been there before and knows what’s gonna happen/ what to expect.
Sometimes Eric and his little sister would go outside late at night while their parents were sleeping and go and look at the stars. Both of them admire looking at the stars in the night sky.
During the weekends or holidays, Eric and his little sister would stay up all night talking about random things, watch tv while eating tons of junk food, or just play video games until the sun came out.
Eric would buy her dolls whenever it was her birthday or Christmas day.
Eric always defended her whenever his sister got in trouble.
Eric’s little sister always looked up to him and brags about him. Eric would think it was adorable.
children with !matching! feather! hats. Uncle Nikandros can teach them wrestling :) :) :)
Oh my gosh!!!!!!! Children with feather hats! And they hate the ridiculous hats so Laurent ties the hats under their chins and Damen sometimes sneak loosens the laces and is like “oh whoops the hat fell off and we lost it, oh no.”
“Kian…I’m scared, dude!” You sat down, looking wide-eyed at the mouse traps and two rat traps sitting in front of you.
“Baby, I know it’s going to hurt but you can hold my hand when you do it.”
“Is it to late to back out?” You mumbled.
You sighed an sat back in the chair. Kian got the camera set up and sat down beside you, taking ahold of your hand. “Hey what’s up you guys? Welcome to my channel! Today I’m here with my lovely girlfriend, (y/n).”
“Hey…” You mumbled.
Kian laughed an kissed the top of your head. “As you can tell, she is nervous because today’s challenge, as you can see, is the ‘Rat Trap Challenge’ that i did with Jc a couple of months ago. So, in this hat we have numbers and we also have pass and reverse. So (y/n), are you ready?”
“I’m gonna let you go first, sweetheart.”
You glared at him an rummaged through his hat. The first piece you pulled out was pass.
“Pass! Ha! Thank you, Lord!”
“How?” Kian laughed and mimicked your actions. He rummaged through the hat and pulled out a three. “Oh thank god, it’s a mouse trap.”
You put on slowmo for the fans and placed it right on Kian’s finger. “This is for, (y/n)!” He pressed his finger down. The force of the snap made you cringe, knowing that you’d probably have that happen. “Shit!!” You stopped the video and shuffled in the hat.
“Oh my gosh. I got number five.” You looked down the road an seen it was the rat trap. “Kian!” You squealed. He grabbed your hand and started rubbing your hand.
“Baby! You’ll be okay.” Kian couldn’t stop laughing which pissed you off.
“Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god.” You pressed your forearm down onto the trap, screaming when it popped you. “Fuck!” You screamed, throwing the rat trap off your arm.
“Woah! It left a mark on your arm.”
You looked down and pouted your lips. Kian leaned down an kissed your mark. “Listen, I bet you I’ll get a rat trap next.”
You watched as Kian dug through the hat. He pulled out a reverse.
“B-fucking-s!” You grabbed a random one and got a six. “Okay, it’s just a mouse trap.” You placed the side of your hand down, jerking back. “Kian! I’m so scared now.” You tried laughing through the pain but it’s a fucking piece of wood and metal that kills rodents. You smashed your hand down, jumping back when the metal smacked against your skin.
Kian kissed your hand. “We only got four left so it’s almost over.” Kian grabbed a piece of paper; it had number two which was a mouse trap. Kian quickly popped the trap. “I promise you won’t get it.”
You grabbed the next piece of paper and got number three; which was the rat trap. “I’m fucking pissed.” You just ram your arm on the trap. “Fuck!” You started slowly crying, shoving your arm up to Kian’s face to kiss.
“I’m so sorry, baby.” Kian got another mouse trap and put his finger in there. “Dammit!”
You drew again and got pass. “Thank you!”
Kian Drew and got the last mouse trap, causing you to jump up out of your chair. Kian decided that he wanted to do his ear like Jc. “This is honestly so stupid, Kian.” You slowly placed his ear right there, jumping back when it snapped against his ear.
“Fuck! Dammit! Shit! Fucking cunt!” Kian ran around, jumping around, cussing, anything that made him look more dumb. “Okay, I’m done.” Kian sat back down and gave you a kiss. “So that was our 'Rat Trap Challenge’. Hope you all enjoyed because we both didn’t. Bye guys!”
Kian shut off the camera and ran to his room. You walked into his room an seen him sprawled on the bed.
“I’m never doing that challenge again.” He mumbled.
“It’s fine.” You sat down beside him and gave him a kiss.
Panic! at the Disco really took off right after the two of you got together, so everyone was always nosey about your relationship. Haters would claim you are only in it for the money, others say you only care about being in the spot light. Boy were they all wrong. Fortunately for you, Brendon was always very supportive and stuck up for you whenever possible.
While the rest of the band was rehearsing, Brendon is pulled to the side and asked for an interview. Naturally, he agrees. He sits down on the couch in the waiting room.
“So Brendon, how is the tour going?”
“Really well. The band and I are having a really good time meeting fans and fooling around. We really have enjoyed hitting some of the cities that we might not normally get to. Lots of crazy stories ya know.”
“Oh boy! Let’s see, well. Okay, there was this time and we were all out and about, having a good time. Of course there was some booze involved. Long story short, my wife (y/n) decided it would be a good idea to prank some of us. She ended up twisting her ankle and there was a trip to the hospital.”
“Sounds exciting. How are the fans in regards to the new marriage?”
You freeze at the door way, backtracking a little bit when you hear someone ask about marriage. He chuckles a little bit, causing you to smile. You try to sneak closer to the door, but end up knocking over a plant, drawing everyone attention. Slinking into the room, Brendon is holding back giggles as you awkwardly signal for him to be quiet and go on.
“Anyway, they are really supportive. Of course there are those people who don’t like the idea and hate on her, but you know what I have to say to that.”
Brendon wrinkles his nose and flips off the camera. Your eyes grow big and you can’t help but laugh at his goofy response. The interviewer moves along, and Brendon is deep in thought listening to what she has to say.
“You know, I was talking with the other band member earlier and they said that (y/n) has some pretty good moments on stage.”
That catches his attention, and he looks up at the interviewer with a grin.
“Oh yeah, she really can get into it sometime. Why don’t you let her tell you herself.”
He looks over to you, motioning you to come. You shake your head vehemently, not wanting to step into the interview world.
“One moment.” he motions one finger to the interviewer.
He jobs over to you, grabbing you by the waist. Before you can object, he hurls you over his shoulder kicking. He flops you down on the couch, and with a huff you throw your hair out of your face. Taking his place next to you, he throws a protective arm around you, his other hand gently resting on your thigh.
“This is my beautiful wife.” he says in a goofy white girl voice.
“So (y/n), I hear you are quite the character.” she inquires.
“Ya know. I try to be at least.” you blush.
Brendon looks at you as you mumble to the interviewer. He loves how shy you get, even though you are the most outgoing person he knows.
“I like to interact with the fans. I’ll go on stage, dance around, steal the mic. I also really love to stop and chat with some of them as the boys wind down backstage. A lot of fans have really cool stories to share.” you smile.
“Sounds like quite the catch. How did you two meet?”
“I’ll let Brendon tell this one.”
“Well you see, there was this little club that we used to play before we really started to become known. I saw this girl there every week, sitting at the bar waiting for us to come on. I’d be on stage, looking at her and she totally knew it. I sing one of our songs directly at her, but she would never approach me. So this one time I took the initiative to go talk to her. I wasn’t looking where I was going though and ended up running into a waitress who had mugs of beer in her hand. She was giggling across the way, and I was soaking wet. And here we are!”
“Oh my gosh! Remember the outfit you were wearing! With the little top hat!” you giggle, placing a hand on his chest.
“I think that hat is still in the back of our closet at home.”
“So now we know! Brendon, what has been your favorite moment so far on the tour?”
“Oh god, it’s so hard to choose just one. I think it would have to be when we were at a music festival. At this particular show, so many things happened during our set. (y/n) started off in the pit, and it took a while for the fans to figure out it was her. When they did, they were all in shock. During the song ‘I write sins not tragedies’ you all know the famous part ‘what a shame the poor grooms bride is a whore’. Well they lifted her up on the word whore which got me going. I lost it.”
“Oh yeah! I was laughing so hard, but I think he was on the ground almost in tears.”
“So naturally I act to the situation the best I can, and I’m like “She’s so slutty!” in a high pitched voice. It was like that oh shit moment ya know. After a while she ends up crawling on stage with the help of the stage crew and when she gets there she flies backstage.”
“I like to watch from the sidelines, it is a whole different experience.”
“So I’m singing, jumping around, sweating. So I take off my shirt. Anyways, I throw my shirt at her because I usually do a flip during our show and I don’t want to slip on it. She wasn’t paying attention and it hit her in the face and the look on her face was hilarious.”
“It’s not every day you get caught off guard by a t-shirt.”
“Then during victorious, which is like our party song, last song of the set she comes rushing out on stage. At first I had no clue what was going on or why she was out here, but I keep singing. When I get to the part ‘champagne pouring over us’ she pulls the cork and sprays an entire bottle of champagne all over me. I was soaking. But I gave her a big hug to thank her.”
“Leaving me sticky.”
“Well there you have it folks! That’s the inside scoop on the ‘Death of a Bachelor’ tour.”
The interview thanks the two of you and leaves you sitting in the room alone. He smiles at you, clearly mesmerized by your sudden surge of chattiness.
“Look at you ya little chatterbox!”
“What? You are the one who dragged me into it.”
“I know. I like it!”
He kisses you softly, blushing cheeks grazing agains each other.
[authors note: Hey guys! I thought I would do one with a little more dialogue. I enjoyed it! Please send in your requests, I’m dying for some!]
As stupid as it sounds... I have a Headcannon for Dogmeat... I think he steals parts of clothes, or belongings from the people he loves. Like he will totally steal Sole's shoes or socks when they bath, or he tries to steal Nick's hat. XD
Oh my gosh! If this isn’t just the sweetest thing I’ve read so far! This is not stupid! This is pure and wholesome gold, like Tupelo honey! Thank you for this very cute addition to my day: so precious!