#WHY IS IT NOT PICKING UO WHEN I DRAW I HATE THIS

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i feel like horror would have sourdough starter. he doesn't even use it to bake he just keeps it alive like a funny little experiment. the yeast in that starter will never get to experience the fulfillment of becoming bread unfortunately

and then he totally gets mad at dust and killer if they dont take care of it properly when he can't. WDYM THE STARTER OVERFLOWED!!! YOURE SUPPOSED TO ADD LESS WATER!!!! that's his baby guys he named it and decorated the jar and EVERYTHING 💔

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Kyoru Week Day 6: Birthday Wishes

I couldn’t figure out anything to draw for today, so I ended up writing something instead. It was supposed to be just a list of headcanons that was based off of this drabble that I wrote but it merged into a fic and it’s not this weird headcanon list/fan fic thing. I don’t really have enough time to edit it and have a beta read it before work so for any mistakes I’m super sorry. I hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 2054

For @kyoruweek19

When Tohru asks Kyo when his birthday is, it was because of a conversation that she had with Uo and Hana about Uo’s birthday coming up in January.

 She had already knew when Yuki’s was, considering his fan club won’t let everyone forget with their over the top celebrations that they had. 

Shigure’s had already passed in November. She remembered because he was out all night and came home not looking so well. Something about him being hungover.

She never could get the courage to ask Kyo when they were just starting to become friends. He was intimidating and she didn’t want to over step on any boundaries that would lead to him hating her. Now they were closer and more like friends, but with school getting busier and New Years coming and going, all of her attention concerning the question was put on hold.

But now that it was brought back into the light. When Kyo said that his birthday was back in December (the 28th to be exact), she couldn’t help but to exclaim that it had already past and felt super sad that they had missed celebrating it.

The thing is, Kyo was never one to celebrate his birthday. He thought that there was no need to celebrate his birth, one that brought not only suffering for himself but for his parents. There was no need to celebrate the cat who shouldn’t even be around to begin with.

He always thought it either ironic or a small blessing that his birthday was only three days from New Years. It usually meant that the others were busy preparing for the banquet and easily forgot about it. The only one who would remember was his Shishou, but he hadn’t heard from him since he last saw him in September.

Kyo told Tohru is wasn’t a big deal and that he never celebrated it anyways. That only left Tohru with hatching a plan of her own.

The next year rolls by and many things have happened between last December and this one. That doesn’t mean Tohru has forgotten what she planned a year ago.

At this point it was already decided that Yuki and Shigure were going to the banquet this year and that Kyo and Tohru would celebrate at Shishou’s house.

Now at this point Tohru knew Kyo well enough that he wouldn’t want anything big. He is more practical and a big party would make him uncomfortable. So she tried her best to make it a good day.

The morning of his birthday, Shigure and Yuki were both out of the house. Shigure at the main house spying the preparations for the banquet again and Yuki being dragged by Kakeru to a Christmas party (which Yuki kept on saying that Christmas was three days ago, but none of it got through to the other boy).

Kyo and Tohru are both ones to get up early in the mornings. Tohru being the one to get up about an hour later while Kyo took that time to take a jog. Today Tohru made sure to wake up earlier than he did. 

The night before, Tohru made cupcakes and made sure to make them after Kyo went to bed so he wouldn’t know. She got up that morning to decorate them spelling out “Happy Birthday Kyo!” on them. 

She then went straight into making breakfast. She ended up making pancakes. It wasn’t one of Kyo’s favorite meals, but she couldn’t help but recall the time they made them together this past summer.

It’s a lot of sweets for them, but it was a special occasion

Kyo didn’t even say good morning to her. He went straight out the front door to go on his jog. She recalled that he was like this last year as well, but never really thought about it until now. Maybe his birthday put him in a bad mood? She’ll have to change that.

After she gets breakfast ready and sets it up at the table, that’s when Kyo comes back from his jog. He comes in through the back this time. 

He finds Tohru underneath the kotatsu, waiting for him to return home. He also noticed the cupcakes on the counter, but doesn’t say it to her.

He’s in a better mood now than before his jog.

They both eat breakfast together and make small talk.

It’s then that Tohru brings up going hiking today. She knew that Kyo loved exercise and nature and had a good idea to go hiking with him to celebrate his birthday. Maybe go out and get lunch afterwards (she had saved up her money to go to the ramen restaurant she knows he loves) and come home and eat the cupcakes she made.

Kyo looked at her like she was crazy. “You do realize that there is like four feet of snow outside, right?”

Tohru, who went to looking dumbfounded to complete shock, scrambled up to grab her coat and boots and stepped outside.

Sure enough, there was four feet of snow on the ground.

Kyo, who had followed her out, told her that it was also icy out (he almost slipped and fell on his jog). It would be a terrible idea to go out let alone hike in this weather.

Tohru’s face fell as she realized her plans for the day were ruined.

Kyo, who sees this and doesn’t want Tohru to be upset, bends down and grabs a handful of snow and shoves it into Tohru’s face.

Tohru, stunned by the action sees Kyo smirking at her and proceeds to grab her own thing of snow.

They end up having a snowball fight. 

Tohru is the one that ends up wetter than Kyo (she tried to hit him, but wasn’t very successful). They are both out of breath at this point, Kyo deciding to plop onto the snow to try and cool himself off. Tohru giggles and finds herself laying down next to him. He watches her move her arms and legs up and down in an attempt to make a snow angel. It ends up looking like a blob. He chuckles at her confused face and she looks down at her work to find that she didn’t get her desired outcome.

His mind wanders to last summer when she gave that same look at the sand castle they attempted to make together. How her eyebrows creased and her lips were formed into a cute pout. The wind from the sea messing up her long beautiful hair. The way that the light hit her in just the right way to make her look angelic. 

Kyo doesn’t tell her that, but his thoughts of summer and sand castles leads to him asking her if she was better at making snowmen than she was at making sand castles. A pout from his teasing and him laughing at her reaction to his teasing later, they find themselves making one.

Tohru makes the head (as it’s the lightest one) while Kyo makes the mid section. They both end up rolling the bottom together and stacking them both up. Kyo has to give Tohru a boost (he can’t pick her up, so she steps on his knee to be able to reach that high. She almost topples over but Kyo quickly holds her into place by her hips and balances her. He can’t help but blush at how small her frame is) to put the head on the snowman. Tohru then runs inside as Kyo looks around the frozen pond for stones to use as eyes. She comes back with an extra scarf and a leftover carrot that wasn’t used from the previous nights dinner. She then wraps it around the neck of the snowman and sticks the nose in. Kyo then comes over with the stones he found and places them where eyes would go. The stones aren’t the same sizes but they worked out well enough. 

They both were admiring their work when Kyo looks over and sees Tohru shivering. He then suggests that they go back inside. She nods and they head on in. They both go to their separate rooms and change into dry clothes. By the time they were dressed and underneath the kotatsu once more, it was already a little after 12. 

Tohru asks if Kyo was hungry and he nods. She then realizes that she never planned on having lunch at home and doesn’t know what to make for lunch. She goes into the kitchen and wracks her brain for an idea on what to cook. She then remembers that they have somen noodles and ingredients for the broth that she can cook up. When she goes and suggest this idea to Kyo, she finds him sleeping underneath the kotatsu. Tohru find herself smiling and thinking about how calm and peaceful he looks while he’s asleep. She lets him sleep while she cooks lunch.

After they eat lunch, she finds herself not entirely sure what to do. Even in her previous plan she didn’t think of what to do after lunch. They still had hours until dinner and her bringing out the cupcakes. It was bad enough that it was too snowy and cold out to go do anything. What could they do to pass the time? Maybe there was something Kyo wanted to do.

She ends up asking him to which he shrugs his shoulders. He mutters something about getting homework done while he has time to do so. She knits her eyebrows. Why would you even want to do that on your birthday? Though she understands then next few days will be busy and they were assigned quite a bit of homework over this short break. When he asks if she has even started on hers, she realizes she hasn’t and starts to panic a little. 

They end up working on their assignments together. Surprisingly enough, Kyo was good at explaining problems that she couldn’t figure out. He seemed like he knew what he was talking about, and Tohru praised him on how well he knew the material. He ends up scoffing and saying that his scores were better than that damn rat’s. Thinking back on how much he studied, she understood why he would do so well.

They both however got stuck on physics and spent the remaining hours before Tohru has to prepare dinner trying to decipher the mathematical equations they were given.

Tohru ends up making katsudon for dinner. It’s something that Kyo usually gets when they order take-out and she wanted to try making it from home to see if it would taste better. She thinks Kyo likes it, because he doesn’t talk much while they eat and he has this starry look in his eyes. It makes her smile.

After dinner is put up is when Tohru brings out the cupcakes she made earlier. She explains that while she knows that he doesn’t like celebrating his birthday, she felt bad for them skipping it last year and wanted to make up for it. She then goes into apologizing for not being able to do the things she planned (to which Kyo knew nothing about) and he hopes it was a good day anyways. Kyo then tells her that there’s no need to apologize and that he ended up having a good day despite Tohru’s plans failing. It was actually pretty fun. Hearing that makes Tohru smile brightly, the way that makes Kyo’s heart flutter.

After putting the cupcakes onto the table, she realizes she forgot something and runs back into the kitchen. Tohru comes back with a candle and a lighter. She tells Kyo that it’s good luck to blow out a candle on your birthday as she sticks the candle into one of the cupcakes. It makes Kyo nervous when Tohru uses the lighter, but she successfully lights the candle without burning herself. She then softly hums Happy Birthday to him and tell him to blow out the candle and make a wish. He thinks for a second and then blows it out.

Tohru asks what he wished for. Kyo tells her that it won’t come true if he told her. Little does Tohru know that Kyo’s wish had already come true. And that was to spend the day with her.

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So you sometimes write Pegasus and Kaiba request do you not? May I request one with Joey and Pegasus perhaps? Pegasus witnessing Joey being mistreated by his father and left in the cold on christmas? I would be really interested in what you would come uo with you write Pegasus just so convincing. :)

Thanks for the ask, anon, I love writing things like this. I kind of regret writing it in present tense, but oh well. I hope you enjoy it – sorry it’s a bit late!

He remembers that age.

Even thinking it makes him feel twice his own, but adistant thump of pain across his back puts the world in sharp focus. Drunkenwords fall from distant lips, sentiments cutting the air like carols echoing froma neighbor’s house.

The blur of green fabric and blonde hair is eighteen.

He was a man long before that.

When Mr. Wheeler, stumbling and half slumped, shovesroughly enough Joey’s foot slips on a stair, Pegasus watches the boy’s thoughtsdance across the pavement as if reading them for the first time. Theirbrokenness strokes his own, and for a moment he is a monster, strangely anddesperately alive.

A glass ornament hurtles toward Joey, shatteringagainst the elbow drawn back to block his face.

“Go out in the real world then, since you know somuch about it!”

The door slams so fiercely it shakes the railingaround the porch. Across the street, the chorus of The First Noel stallsseveral, terrible seconds.

But it starts up again. Shakily. The hesitance likea hand of silent platitude on Joey’s shoulder.

I’msorry your father is a drunk. At least you’re old enough to start trudging outof his shadow, right?

Pegasus hasn’t broken his eyes away from JosephWheeler, and as the breath of his own past plays around the back of the boy’s –not a boy – neck, he bridges the distance between them with a smile sopracticed he fears it might crack.

“I don’t need your pity.” Joey snaps, and Pegasuspresses a hand to the breast of his jacket, affronted.

“Come now, Joseph, we’re practically old friends. Isit beneath us to chat on Christmas Eve?”

“What’re ya doin here?”

“I was in the neighborhood.”

Joey glances over his shoulder at the dingyapartment complex, its units in various stages of disrepair. “Why?”

“To look at the Christmas lights, of course. See foryourself, that lovely soul has Rudolph on his door.” His hand rises to point out the drawing,then some stray strands of lights surrounding it. The residents who hungthem have children. Some have left cookies on the balcony for Santa so he’ll know where to come without a chimney to climb down.

From a man like Pegasus, even passing by feels likemockery. But there had been a toy drive earlier in the day, and Joey wouldn’tput it past the man to have donated what these kids would get under the tree.Most of them weren’t old enough to be heavily into Duel Monsters, but it wasbetter than feeling forgotten.

Anything was.

“Must’ve seen ‘em all by now.”

Pegasus’s shrug might as well be a knife to thestomach, “But I have your company, you see, and I just so happened to need it.I don’t suppose you have plans with those friends of yours?”

“You ain’t invited.”

“But I give such great party favors.”

Joey rolls his eyes with enough force to givehimself a headache. “Yug’s visitin Tea in New York. Tristan’s with Bakura—“ on a date “—and Ren’s with Mom.”

Pegasus still remembered Mrs. Wheeler’s face.

“So, since you’ve no place to go…” Pegasus sang tothe tune of the song, and Joey shook his head, brushing past him without aword, “Forgive me.” He says, all traces of cheer stripped from his voice forsincerity. “Forgive me, but don’t indulge your loneliness tonight. It’sdangerous.”

“Train has lotsa people.” Joey replies, slowing hispace just enough Pegasus might have missed it if he wasn’t looking for it.

“I suppose so.” Pegasus’s red suit stands out somuch that every passing child turns their head a second time. It’s annoying,but Joey relishes that the stares aren’t for him, for once. “Where is itheaded?”

“Hell if I know.”

“I happen to—“

“Yugi’s bed at the turtle is more home than I’d bewith you.” Pegasus pauses, waits for Joey’s footsteps to stall as they starttaking the boy too many paces ahead of him. “Ahh – look, I didn’t mean—“

“Of course you did.” Pegasus chimes, and then, a bitsofter, “of course you did, it’s alright. Just like it’s alright that homeisn’t what you’re probably looking for right now.”

Idon’t need your pity.

Joey’s hands tremble when they curl to fists.

“Let’s get some coffee, at least.”

Pegasus’s footsteps start up again, and Joey hatesthat he can see himself let out the breath he’s been holding.

“I can’t.”

“Okay.” Pegasus relents, hands flipping up casuallyas he shrugs his shoulders. Between his fingers, there’s a business card thatbrings back too many memories of a desperate race through a too-large castle. “Iwould never ask you to stay for breakfast or small talk about the weather untilyour brain bleeds, but should you need a place to lay your head down.”

Joey stares at the piece of cardstock without takingit.

“What happened to you?”

A full minute goes by, both of them understandinghow full the parking lot is when several pairs of unsettled eyesfind them from the safety of their vehicles.

“I’d be more inclined to talk about it overcaffeine.” Pegasus replies, “If you would join me.”

Joey’s feet move without his consent, carrying himahead of Pegasus with more emotion than he knows how to feel.

“I don’t drink fancy shit.” He mumbles, and Pegasustakes the cue to follow him to one of the many establishments still open. Winterhas brought darkness in late afternoon, barely bridging into evening.

When Pegasus orders his drink, an obnoxiouscombination of more chocolate and caramel than coffee, Joey picks a table withonly one chair and puts his jacket over it.

“Cute.” Pegasus offers a cup to Joey and lifts achair over with the then free hand to begin his story. It takes several minutesfor him to break away from children gazing longingly in shop windows. “What?”He poses to Joey’s conflicted expression.

“Didn’t think you meant it.”

“Ah,” Pegasus says, sipping his drink idly, “You’veskipped to the moral of the story. We should always be very careful what wewish for.”

Joey stares at the man who traumatized them,like so many others.

Who they made work for their forgiveness.

Who scraped for it, just a little bit, even now.

“You’re still wishing, after all that?”

Pegasus chuckles softly, “We have to, dear Joseph, it’show we go on.”

“So what’re ya s’pposed to be tellin me? Your oldman was a drunk too and you made out just fine?”

Pegasus closes his eye for a long moment, metalsearing him as if it were gouging out flesh once more. “I am asking you,” Hesays, when at last he looks again, “Not to make the same mistakes I did. Whenyou let yourself withdrawal from the world to idealize it, or worse, to becomecynical of it, it changes you. Sometimes, Joseph, there’s no going back. Ibecame my father. Old, drunk, and alone is the same when you’re rich, it justlooks a bit different.”

Joey shoves back from the table hard enough tobruise his palm, his coffee lurching and rolling sideways, hot spray crawlingquickly toward Pegasus.

He gets halfway out the door before he realizes,rushing back in to grab a handful of napkins and endure the deserved stares ofthe few patrons and workers in the café.

He doesn’t offer the apology he means to, but does,finally, as Pegasus makes a basket with the wad of napkins, manage to ask, “Yougot a Christmas tree at your place?”