#a tiny little long haired chihuahua

[toyourliking]

on the bright side I saw a LOT of doggies

[swagging-back-to]

i love chihuahuas theyre genuinely the best dog breed

[moonstruckme]

Hi! Could I request a plus size!reader with James? Maybe where she gets upset because she can’t wear his clothes and she can’t do cute little girlfriend things like him picking her up and stuff like that?

Thanks for requesting babe!

cw: size insecurity

modern au ig because new girl

James Potter x plus size!reader ♡ 956 words

“I’m kind of thinking of jumping back to season four,” you call towards the bedroom. “Jess is about to leave for jury duty, and I don’t like those episodes as much.” 

“Pretty sure you’ve got them all memorized anyway,” James says back. “Why don’t we just watch Friends instead?” 

Your mouth twists even though he can’t see it, but luckily, the feeling behind the expression carries in your voice anyway. “Because it’s not as good.” 

“Okay.” James rolls his eyes lightly as he emerges from your bedroom, now clad in pajamas to match you. “We can do New Girl again, but I need my pillow, please.” 

You sigh heavily, feigning reluctance as you uncurl your legs from underneath you and prop your feet on the coffee table. James hurries over, sprawling out on the couch and settling his head on the cushion of your thighs. He’s due for a haircut. His thick curls spread out around him like the sun’s rays. He smiles up at you, dopey, and you tamp down a grin as you start the episode. 

Not ten minutes in, there’s a flashback about when one character was in college. Bigger, dorkier, romantically inept. It’s played for a laugh. You glance down at James. He’s wormed a hand under your leg and is kneading the fat there like putty. It’s an absentminded gesture, nothing critical about it, but you wonder if he’s correlating you with the actor on screen, bumbling and the butt of the joke in his fatsuit. 

You comb a hand through James’ hair, and he looks up, catches you watching him. He’s never been one to mind being observed. He shoots you a smile, catching your hand with his other and pressing it to his lips. 

You smile back. “Do you ever wish you had a skinny girlfriend?” you ask him. 

If he’s surprised by the abruptness of the question, he doesn’t show it. “Nope,” he answers. “Never. What would I do for a pillow?” 

You consciously keep your smile in place, fixing your eyes back on the screen. The one character is telling the story of how embarrassing it was to lose his virginity. Like sex was borderline impossible, just because he was chubby. 

You feel James’ head shift on your legs, and look down to find he’s turned towards you. “We manage just fine,” he whispers conspiratorially. 

You exhale amusedly through your nose. “Yeah? I don’t near crush you every time?” 

“It’s really cute that you think you could, lovie.” 

You roll your eyes, letting them land on the TV. “Sometimes I wish I could do more…quintessential girlfriend stuff.” You can feel James’ eyes on you, but he keeps quiet. “Like when girls steal their boyfriend’s hoodies and stuff.” 

You look down, and James’ eyebrows have lowered slightly. “You could borrow my hoodies if you wanted to,” he says. “Angel, you know I think you’re the perfect size, don’t you? Do I not tell you that enough?” 

You give him a little smile, shoulders coming up bashfully. (He does. He makes little comments all day long—how pretty you look, how he loves your thighs, how soft and warm you are when you’re cuddling, how lovely and squishable your ass is in his hands.) “It’s not you,” you say, “it’s just hard not to think about those girls who, like, drown in their boyfriends’ clothes, you know? And your stuff fits almost tight on me.” 

James looks at you considerately, nodding. You and he aren’t vastly different sizes, with James’ bulky frame and wide shoulders. You just…he treats you like you’re precious, but sometimes you wish you looked precious standing next to him, too. You wish he could pick you up with one arm or make jokes about you being tiny like a chihuahua or whatever else it is the boyfriends of petite girls do. 

“I realize this is rather selfish,” James says, “but I actually quite enjoy that I’m able to borrow your clothes from time to time.” He glances pointedly down at his shirt, which you now realize has been pilfered from your wardrobe. “And if it’s baggy clothes you’re looking for, I could always get a couple loose-fitting hoodies, wear them around and get ‘em all smelled up, and then pass them on to you.” You must look about as lovesick as you feel, because his smile returns, brown eyes sweetly knowing. “Does that sound like something you’d like?”

“Yeah,” you say, biting your lip to keep from beaming too embarrassingly. “Yes, please. Thanks, Jamie.” 

“Course.” He gives your thigh a hearty squeeze, turning his head to press a wet smooch to your skin. “You know, those other girls are missing out on things, too,” he says. “I doubt their boyfriends spend so much time lounging on them, and I know how much you love it when I make your legs fall asleep.” 

You snicker. “You’re right, I do love that.” 

James’ smile spreads wider at your response. “I know you do, lovie. All for you, of course. Also, I know it’s not a hoodie, but I have that one red jumper that’s pretty big on me. You know the one?” 

“Oh my gosh, yes!” You sit up straighter. “I totally forgot about that. Could I use it?” 

“What’s mine is yours.” 

“Thanks.” You scoot out from under him, and James sits up, upset. 

“Oi! Where do you think you’re going? I was comfy!” 

“To change,” you call back from halfway down the hall. 

“Never change, angel!” You roll your eyes at the stupid joke, grinning to yourself. “I love you just the way you are!” 

[hollewdz]

Quinn and Jaz - Ch 1

word count: ~2.1k

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Quinn sometimes wondered if she was cursed. 

Not with a big, life-altering curse; she didn’t believe she was important enough for one of those. She wondered if someone, somewhere, decided she was worth fucking with, and decided, every day, to do little things to make her life just that much harder. Right now, she was wondering if this mystery-being decided to make her bus late. 

Pacing a circle into the snow at the bus stop, a flash of ice bit at Quinn’s heel. Looking down, she saw a pathetic old winter boot, ripped at the seam and gulping in muddy ice slush.

“Because the bus being late just wasn’t fun enough, huh?” she griped, trying and failing to shake the ice from her boot. She hated this. Hated these long, exhausting days of classes and overtime shifts, which would have been bearable, if the damn bus was even half as efficient as she was.

A long, forced sigh shot into the air in a dramatic cloud. Instead of standing around for 20 minutes in the cold for a slimy bus, she could walk for 15 minutes back to her apartment. It would suck, but at least she could choose the suckiness she had to deal with. Briskly trudging her way through the slush and muck on the cracked sidewalks home, chunky snowflakes began drifting through the air around her. Quinn wanted to cry, but refused to permit herself the catharsis. She’d been through so much worse; and heavy college textbooks, a long shift at Shelly’s, a late bus, a broken shoe and walking in the snow was nothing compared to that. 

This isn’t for forever, Quinn’s calming mantra surfaced in her mind. It’s not even for the next 20 minutes. Get home and you can take a steaming hot shower and have some soup.

Slowing to a stop at a crosswalk, Quinn nearly tripped on a wet heap of something piled right next to the crosswalk button. What the hell? After mashing the button a few times, she used her good boot to shove some of the snow away. A pile of soaking wet clothes, some sneakers and an expensive-looking bag stared back glumly at her.

Who would strip in this weather? Crouching down to balance sitting on her ankles, she unzipped the bag and rummaged through it. Tugging out a heavy metal clip wallet, tapped out the cards to see that this bag -and presumably outfit- belonged to…

“...Jasper Ross” she breathed absent-mindedly. Why does that sound familiar? Quinn was hardly a socialite, and she only knew the names of the people she had to deal with for projects and such. There was a sudden stirring from the pile of clothes. With a yelp reminiscent of a scared chihuahua, Quinn splashed clumsily from her half-perch-half-crouch into a slush of muddy ice. Oh God, a rat?? Not even caring that her backside was now soaking wet, Quinn tried and failed to push herself away from the nest of laundry, her old worn boots refusing to grip the ice. Then, she heard the most peculiar noise that gave her pause- an almost unhearable, muffled shout came from within the pile of clothes. “What the fuck?! Where am I?” 

Quinn’s eyes grew wide as she saw a… a… tiny guy.  There was a tiny guy, emerging from the pile in front of her. Frozen in place, Quinn couldn’t tear her eyes away, she needed to download every bit of information about this new phenomena in front of her. 

He looked proportionate, and fit. Even, golden-brown skin with a mop of dark brown hair. He seemed to be assessing his surroundings, hands exploring the fabric around him. He could have been muttering something, too, but Quinn wasn’t close enough to hear. Miniscule eyes finally swiveled towards Quinn, and for a moment Quinn thought he looked quite a lot like an action figure with how still he went. His face slowly traced from her boots to finally meet her bewildered gaze. 

A long silence yawned between the two- Quinn had no idea how to approach this situation. Usually she’d blame her awkward personality, but she figured most people would be struggling for words right about now. Thankfully, she didn’t need to worry about what to say.

 “Oh hell no,” the man said with an exasperated groan. He began to rub his eyes vigorously. Quinn blinked. “Excuse me?” “Hey, lady, um, I think my vision is fucked. You look absolutely massive,” the man stated plainly. He righted himself and offered another comment, “And not in, like, a fat way. It’s like, a sky-scraper, ‘massive’ way. You think you could call an ambulance for me? That bitch from last night probably drugged me.” She ignored anything that could have been implied. Quinn’s throat had gone dry from the cold, but she managed to force out a response.

“Your vision has nothing to do with it. You’re, like, a borrower, dude,” Quinn half laughed. She had no clue how to react to this. The laughter built into a chuckle, then a full-blown fit. “W-what the fuck!” She managed to say between laughs of disbelief. She slapped her gloved hands firmly clasped over her mouth, failing to quell her convulsive laughter. She felt a heat begin to rise in her face, and darted her eyes along the street, head on a swivel. Thank god there’s no people around. “Lady, you’re a total psycho,” the diminutive man offered, going back to scrubbing his eyes.

A lazy snowflake slowly drifted down and planted atop the man’s head. Quinn steadied her breathing, watching him reach up and break a bit of the snowflake off in a crystal shard and then melt in his doll-sized hand. 

“Hm.” He started shivering then, enough for Quinn to notice. In fact, her own jeans had been soaking in ice-water since she slipped, and it was becoming very clear she needed to take control of the situation before things got worse. 

Drawing in a deep breath and loosing a cloud of fog into the chilled air, Quinn composed herself as well as she could manage. Chill out, he’s just…some guy. A very, very small guy, but still, she thought. She closed her eyes and breathed, then looked back to the doll-sized man. “Are you Jasper Ross?” she asked, holding up his wallet and sliding out his ID for him to see.

“First of all, looking through other peoples’ things is pretty invasive- but yes, that’s me. Secondly,” he pointed at her, “no one calls me ‘Jasper’. Ew. It’s Jaz.” He ran his hands over the folded cloth in front of him to dry his hands, and started rubbing his arms sharply. “Seriously, it’s too fucking cold out.” 

Quinn started feeling a bit bad for Jasper- or, Jaz, despite him being all sorts of rude. He was the size of a hamster, of course the cold would be biting at him hard. “Do you have any place I could take you to-”

“No,” Jaz shot, slumping into a grumble. “No I don’t.”

“For real?” Quinn furrowed her brow. “I would offer to take you to, like, the police, but I don’t think you’d like it there, either.”

“So you’re abducting me?”

“I’ll take you to the police station if you want.”

Jaz thought for a moment. “Yeah, I’d rather not be a lab rat. Do you have a place?”

“Wuh- me?” Quinn sat back again, but this time in shock at how forward he was being. A gust of icy wind made her shudder, and the cold concrete was making her legs go numb. “I-I mean, I do have a place, but-”

“Perfect, take me there.”

“I’m not ready for, uh, company-”

“Lady, I’m about to freeze to death, that doesn’t matter.” 

Quinn pursed her lips, holding her breath. He does look like he’s in the early stages of popsicle… And, realistically, what’s the worst that can happen? Pinching the crease between her brows and sighing, she shifted and replaced the wallet in the bookbag. “Fine. Just let me plan out how to carry everything, alright?”

“Roger that, Goliath,” Jaz shot back, gathering fabric to cloak himself, making him look even smaller than before. “What is your name, anyway, lady?”

Quinn was unamused by Jaz’s nickname. “What a skill, you guessed it right on the very first try. People usually say I look more like a Gulliver, though.” She finished packing up Jaz’s bag and swung it over her vacant shoulder. How should I tackle the clothes?

“I think you look like a perfect Goliath. Same stature, and all,” Jaz quipped. 

“Quinn. Is my, uh, name,” she offered lamely, rolling her eyes. “So. I assume you’re naked. And you’re standing in the middle of the clothes. I dunno what to do, champ.”

“You can’t just grab everything all at once?” 

She gave a huff, “All of that shit is like 20 pounds, it’s soaked. Maybe I can shove it in your bag? I don’t want to ruin anything-”

“Just do that, then, I can get a new bag.” 

Quinn’s eyes went wide at how wasteful of a thought that was, even if he could have been joking. She was slightly angry on behalf of the bag. “Whatever, it’s your shit. You want to go in the bag too?”

“You literally just said it’s freezing and soaked.”

“Well then I guess you’re walking,” Quinn huffed, growing tired of his less-than-pleasant attitude.

“Can’t you just…” Jaz trailed off, eyeing her gloved hands. He lingered there, and… gulped? Quinn couldn’t really tell. “What if you let me have your glove?”

“You’re naked.” 

“And freezing.”

Quinn looked down at her left hand for a long, disgusted moment. The gloves were the only things she had that were actually high quality- a gift from her younger brother. Her eyes scrunched tight at the thought of them being treated the same way this guy treated his bag. She summoned her courage, “You have to be clean. If you get them dirty you own me new ones.”

“God, is that not obvious? Anyway hurry it up, this isn’t funny anymore. It’s getting actually painful to be this cold.”

Quinn was surprised by how quickly he offered to pay for the gloves, and would have been suspicious he was lying if not for how disinterested he seemed by it. She pushed a finger under the cuff of her left glove, got it halfway up her hand, then pinched and tugged the glove off from her middle finger. She quickly went to lay it down next to Jaz, but stuttered when she saw how her hands truly dwarfed him. 

Quinn had never felt big, compared to anything before. Even though she was taller than average, her nature was to minimize herself; withdraw until no one could tell she took up any space at all. So much of her life was dedicated to remaining unseen, that she might have convinced herself that she didn’t even exist. 

Maybe that was why she grew queasy at seeing the truly baffling difference in size between them, why she felt more than ever that she had to shrink smaller than this finger-sized man before her. She basically lost sight of him behind her hand, as if there wasn’t a tiny person in the heap of clothing at all. 

She ripped her hands back from the glove as if it had burned her, “Whatever, don’t worry about the glove. Just get in and yell when you’re good to go.” She slouched and waited for him to call out, shrugging his bag back to the ground and unzipping it. She heard a muffled Okay let’s get a move on, and she pinched the opening of the glove to hover it above the clothes, then used her free hand to quickly and clumsily shove the sopping outfit into his really nice bag. 

She was able to ignore that queasy feeling with Jaz out of sight, thankfully. She tried to be as careful as she could standing up, figuring the best way to keep her gloves clean was to give Jaz a steady ride so he wouldn’t blow chunks, and she slipped the glove gingerly into one of her winter coat’s inner pockets. Still, the thought of Jaz spilling his guts didn’t stop her from basically jogging home- the promise of soup had never been so desirable.

__________ Chapter 2

This drawing is from like, 2020 and is definitely more of a concept image than 100% accurate X] I'll have to redraw it! I've actually been sitting on this story for so long, and I've gone back and forth about whether or not I wanted to do a comic or not, I just decided "fuck it write the damn thing and go from there" so here we are! :3

[cuubism]

@prismaluv I promised an actual eon ago that I would write something for Dream and Desire, and here it is, though I fear I haven't landed exactly where you were aiming for...

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It has come to Dream’s attention that something is… wrong… in the Threshold.

It is not usually for him to take note of his siblings’ affairs. Particularly when said sibling is Desire. He would sooner let them wallow; perhaps it would teach them a lesson. But the malady, or irritation or scheme or whatever it may be is now seeping into the Dreaming, and so Dream must determine if it is intentional or not and what, depending on the answer, he must do about it.

The Threshold naturally shares a border with the Dreaming, for, to Dream’s chagrin, dreams and desires do find common or contested ground in love and ambition and other feelings besides. And those desirous dreams have been sickened. Corrupted. Dreamers see their lovers’ ravening maws and wake nauseous from what should have been visions of lovemaking; children’s songs curdle mockingly in their ears as light expands beyond joy beyond pain beyond burning. These dreams are not serving their purpose and Dream must put a stop to it.

“Sibling,” he calls, and receives no reply, but the Threshold allows him in, when he steps from the border of his realm into Desire’s.

The long pathways of Desire’s body are empty as ever. A mockery of blood vessels pumping nothing. Dream walks the known paths, alert in the silence, past the lungs with no breath, to the heart with no beating.

He steps into the curving chambers of that heart, the center of Desire’s power in the Threshold. His steps echo on the hard walls.

“Mmm,” comes Desire’s voice, slurred with malaise, echoing from deeper within, “come to gloat, have you, brother?”

“I have come to determine your purpose in poisoning my realm,” Dream says, following their voice. “I warned you not to toy with me again.”

Desire lets out a disgusted sigh. “Not everything I do is about you.”

“Recent events would suggest otherwise.” Dream finally reaches the central atrium of the Threshold’s heart. Desire is sprawled out on a chaise lounge, head pillowed on their arm. Their eyes are closed, their clothes wrinkled and ill-fitting, their hair lank. They appear to be wearing Despair’s ripped and stained jumper. Dream frowns.

“Go awayyyyy,” Desire complains. “Leave me to my misery.”

“What afflicts you?” Dream asks, standing over them. “Or are you simply experiencing remorse for your crimes, at long last?”

“‘Afflicts’,” Desire mutters, mockingly. “I am being persecuted and abused. Abandoned. Wasting away in apathy.”

Dream sits delicately on the arm of a chair by their side. If there truly is something wrong, and Desire is not just being melodramatic, or trying to annoy him, then they must take action. He will not allow the Dreaming to be harmed. “I fail to see how it could be persecution and abandonment at once.”

“Have you not seen them, Dream?” Desire complains, finally cracking one bleary golden eye open to look up at him.

“Seen whom?” Dream asks, with what he thinks is admirable patience.

“The people! Nobody wants anything. Not in a way that matters. Oh, it’s too easy. It’s too easy to take shortcuts. They don’t understand desire anymore.” Desire clutches their heart dramatically.

“I have not the faintest clue what you are talking about,” Dream says.

“I am a starving and bottomless mouth,” Desire tells him, looking up at him with both shining eyes now. “See, my teeth.” They bare their teeth at him. Their incisors are very sharp.

“I am aware of this.”

“And they think they can feed me with tiny little candies like a yapping chihuahua that’ll finally shut up. They’re poisoning me. They’re starving me. They’re glutting themselves on whatever makes the brain chemmies go weeweeweeweewoo for a second and look— look.” They drag down the hem of Despair’s jumper, peel back a layer of skin. Under it is not flesh, nor blood, but void, an expanding, hungry, agonized void. Dream stares into it, alarmed.

Desire lets their ‘skin’ snap back into place. “What does it even mean, Dream?” they ask rhetorically. “Nothing. It is all fleeting. Nothing deep about it. No one yearns, Dream. No one YEARNS!”

This is said in a despairing wail. Cautiously, Dream pets their hair.

“You crave deep and abiding wants and there is a glut of trivialities and distractions,” he summarizes, and they nod, teary. “Would it appease you if I removed all memory of mobile phones from the face of the earth?”

It doesn’t appease them, but it does make them laugh. Desire laughs, choked and teary, clutching at his hand. “God, I forgot that you’re actually funny when you’re not trying to be.”

It is strange, after all that has transpired, to have what could be considered a civil conversation. Dream still does not forgive them for anything they have done, and perhaps never will, but he sees, for a moment, a much younger year, when they were, in a fashion, friends.

“Many deep desires live in dreams now, for they have little hope of fulfillment,” he says. “But these small morsels, candies as you say, these are not dreamt of, except perhaps in nightmares of eternal wasting. It is still what dwells deepest in the heart that drives dreaming.”

“Are you trying to tell me that I matter?” Desire bites, and Dream simply says—

“Yes.”

“Oh.” Desire seems genuinely disturbed; perhaps they really did think he came to revel in their misery. Perhaps Dream did. But one of his siblings struggling in their duty can only have ill effects on his dreamers, and on their waking selves besides. Dream would be incredibly remiss in not addressing it. Or so he tells himself is his reasoning.

“I do believe there are still fierce desires in this world, though perhaps they have become buried. Usurped,” he says. “Disconnected from the body which is, as I understand it, their rightful home. Though addressing this is not something with which I can aid you.”

The body of living creatures is far outside Dream’s purview, and not something he well understands, except as it manifests in dreams—of hope of change, of twisted horror, of curling heat. And even then, it is far from him.

“I can’t believe you’re giving me advice and it’s not just telling me to go fuck myself,” Desire says faintly. Dream begins to protest, but they continue, “Not that you’d ever use those words, Your Highness.”

“It serves no one if one of our realms is in disarray,” says Dream, and if there is a sharp point to it, a reminder of exactly the damage Desire had so carelessly wrought in Dream’s realm, all the better. “I cannot assist you in managing it, only offer the perspective of dreams. If it proves good counsel, then I will be glad.”

“If it proves good counsel,” Desire mutters. “Fuck you, you superior prick.”

But it is not as sharp and cutting as it might once have been.

Dream abruptly realizes his hand is still touching their hair, and removes himself. He stands, arranging his cloak around him.

“Well,” says Desire, craning their neck back to look up at him upside down, “you must be right on one count. Lingering about here is doing no good.” They stretch, arms above their head, spine cracking. “I suppose I will go stalk the outside world and see if I can’t stoke their desires from ember to inferno.”

“I am certain you can, if you feel that will achieve your aims,” Dream says. Desire’s ability to draw out human wants and push their pursuit is not in question, their mere presence in a space accomplishes that. Whether that will turn their charges away from passing, unsatisfying trinkets and to deeper pleasures is another matter. “Meanwhile, please withdraw your malaise from the borders of my realm. The small children are being hypnotized by dreams of meaningless drivel and it displeases me.”

“Should’ve known you wouldn’t like YouTube,” Desire sighs. They maneuver themselves to sitting in a slanted, tired lean. For a moment, the silence lingers, stretched between them like syrup.

Finally, growing uncomfortable but stiffening his spine, Dream says, “If you are not going to imminently fall apart and cause havoc, then I will take my leave.”

“I love how much you care,” says Desire, sarcastically. Then, tilting their head, “You do care. Just a little bit. Don’t you?”

Dream does not respond to this.

“You could have simply disentangled all your little dreams from my realm and instead you came to check on me,” they say, with glee, and Dream glares. And Desire, apparently sensing a fight, subsides.

“Always lovely when you come around, dear brother,” they say, reclining back against their chaise lounge, eyes glittering despite the neglected state of their form. “Do come again.”

“If you remedy your affairs, then I will not have to,” says Dream curtly, and steps backwards into the Dreaming.

Desire does so love to press buttons at moments when they have almost reached an accord. Desire, once his most loved sibling. Those days are gone now, and Dream does not see them coming back.

[kairiscorner]

I totally forgot to put what character🤦🏽‍♀️ but could it be grumpy reader with Miguel or hobbie.  oh I thought of another good one maybe one about the reader getting treated like a baby because either Miguel or hobbies care so much about her( they’re dating reader)

AWWWW ykw i actually can't remember if i made a hobie x grumpy!reader one, imma do just that now :3 (should i make a miggy one, make a part 4 for the grumpy ready and miggy series~ ?)

hobie brown x grumpy!reader

"that pout looks so adorable on you, you're so cute, yes you are." hobie cooed to you, threading your hair through the in-betweens of his fingers and smirking to himself as you huffed in frustration, not wanting to deal with anybody today... yet still letting hobie baby you because you know, you like being tended to like this, despite it pissing you off even more–it's so hard not to feel needy for his one of a kind attention and affection. "go away, hobie." you murmured in a huff as hobie lightly pinched your cheek, and you slapped his hand away gently, making him chuckle. "can't ever hit me for real, can you, love? how charming... i'd never hurt you, either, but my pinching doesn't hurt, does it, dearest?" he asked you with a smile as he pinched both your cheeks–making you grumble and furrow your eyebrows up at him and his cocky, yet tender, babying.

you huffed and moved away from him, but he encages you in his tight grasp as he wraps his long arms around your waist and pulls you close to him; planting his chin on the top of your head and lowly chuckling how sweet and tiny you are in his arms. "so dainty... yet so aggressively angry. you like a chihuahua, love, ain't ya? so small, yet so feisty–making me crazier about you with that little quirk of yours, i love you, truly, you cutesy, angry little lover of mine..." "hobie, i'm gonna punch you." "try it, love, if it'll make you feel less cranky... bet it'd tickle, too, since your hands are so soft and plush..." he teased you with a chuckle as you got embarrassed; your frown deepening and your eyebrows knitting together even more as he held you tighter and peppered you with kisses.

you could be as grumpy as you needed to with him, and yet... he would still love you with all his heart, tease you and smirk down at you—and shower you with all his love and affection, because you're his grumpy little darling, and he would never let you go another second without knowing how much he loves you, no matter your mood.

tags !! @ii01vq @luvstarrstruck @maxoloqy @k4tsu3 @solecitoszn @toneystank-3000 @arachnoia @popeheywardssecretgf @euphovlq @rohansdisciple @conitagray

[puzzled-pegasus]

What breeds of dogs would HOO characters be?

Did you ever find yourself asking this question?

No?

Well I'm going to give you an answer whether you like it or not!

Here's my list of what breeds of dog some of the main Riordan characters would be!

Percy- Labradoodle. Why? He's a water dog with messy hair! He is loyal and friendly!

Annabeth- you probably expected me to say border collie, but Nope! Blonde German Shepherd dog. Smart, strong, athletic...and intimidating.

Jason- Golden retriever. What a good boy! He might have a little wolf in him though. And neither of those have blue eyes, so maybe a little husky too.

Piper- for some reason, I'm thinking either border collie or Australian Shepherd. Beautiful, majestic, fluffy. Long flowing fur. Beautiful eyes, too.

Hazel- Pomeranian. What is my reasoning? Not really sure. Maybe it's the tiny size and floofy hair.

Frank- Not quite sure but maybe a mastiff. He has those vibes.

Leo- Chihuahua. Tiny, associated with Mexico, anxious, yaps at strangers and sometimes family members. Their true beauty is within. It's perfect.

Nico- Cat. He's a cat. A black cat, yes. Will is a cat too but he's orange.

Reyna- Rottweiler. I had a reason but I don't remember it. Enjoy.

[nanawritesit]

Chanyeol with a Short Girlfriend Headcanons!

tw: mild cursing, one slightly suggestive part in the middle

You guys probably met at the grocery store or something

You were struggling to reach something on one of the top shelves, jumping up and down to no avail

Chanyeol had just rounded the corner of the aisle you were in and smiled, thinking to himself how cute you were

Being the kind soul he was, he reached up behind you and grabbed it for you, then handed it to you with a warm smile

It was safe to say you were in love 😗

Chanyeol already has a habit of lowering himself to someone’s height when he hugs them, no matter how short they are, and you’re no exception

Poor man is gonna have back problems in the future but it’s fine 😭

He’s so huge that you can fall sleep entirely on top of him without even hurting him

Many a times have you come home to see him fast asleep on the sofa, and decided to just curl up on top of him like a cat and go to sleep 💞

He wakes up for just a split second, then lightly chuckles as he sees you all snuggled up on him. He’ll run a hand through your hair gently until he dozes back off 🥰

You steal his blankets and towels all the time because he has to buy the extra long kind 💀

One cold winter day he came home to see you snuggled up in his enormous blanket

“Y/N can I please have my blanket?” he shivered, tugging at the ends of it.

“No, take the other one!” you whined, burrowing further.

He reluctantly grabbed your smaller blanket and draped it over his shoulders… it barely reached his lap 😑

You broke out into laughter at how pathetic he looked

(He got you back though… once he got out of the shower and “had” to use one of your smaller towels that exposed much more of his skin and walked all around the house in front of it just to tease you 👀)

He may be big, but he’s still a baby 🥹

He’s like a great dane who thinks it’s a chihuahua

He’ll push his way into your lap and curl up there all the time, begging you for cuddles ❤️

Starts leaving things on the top shelf just so you’ll ask him for help 😀

It’s becoming a problem, you can’t reach ANYTHING by yourself

You started retaliating by insisting you could get everything yourself, only to have Chanyeol smirking smugly behind you as you struggle until you give up and have to ask him 😑

He gives the BEST piggy back rides 🥰

Also has a habit of just picking you up and running places with you

Or just picking you up in general

“Y/N is just so small and cute, isn’t she?” he beamed to Baekhyun as he held you up in the air

“CHANYEOL IF YOU DONT PUT ME DOWN I WILL DESTROY YOUR BLOODLINE”

*sways back and forth* “awwwhhh i just love holding my sweet little girlfriend” 😙

You’re just as bad though, sometimes you’ll randomly jump on him or crawl up his back like a gremlin when you want attention

“Y/N, do you always have to attack me like this?”

“I can’t help it, you’re like a big, cute tree!”

Baekhyun just rolls his eyes every time. “Can we get through a single conversation without one of you doing something weird?”

He LOVES it when you wear his shirts/ hoodies 💞 You look so tiny in them and he thinks it’s adorable

He wanted you guys to be all cute and go out in each others shirts one day, but you ended up looking like you weren’t wearing any pants and your shirt looked like a crop top on him 😬

(You still do it at home, just not in public)

Arguments between you two are often really hilarious

You stand on a chair when you want to yell at him so he’ll take you more seriously, but it just ends up making him laugh the whole time at how ridiculous you look

So you make him sit in the chair while you look down and lecture him 💀

Something you guys started doing is play wrestling

He’ll elbow you in the face, you’ll elbow him in the crotch, he’ll throw you over his shoulder, you’ll wriggle your way out and pin him down…

One time you got a little too into it and put him in a headlock and threw him down hard on the floor

“Who’s the short one now bitch”

Y’all didn’t wrestle very much after that 💞

Most would expect him to be a big spoon, but he LOVES being little spoon :)

Don’t get me wrong, he loves holding you in his arms and making you feel so safe and secure

But he also wants to be held 🥺

LET HIM BE THE LITTLE SPOON IM BEGGING YOU

Sometimes he just puts his arms around you from behind and rests his chin on top of your head 🥰

He’s naturally very protective of you, always looking out for you and making sure no harm comes your way

You love your 6’1 teddy bear, and he loves his little monster 💞

[prettypinkporkchop]

Can I get a long quill or embry x uley reader where the reader is Sam’s little sister that the pack treats as the little sister where they just tease her and pick her and and toss or annoy her try to get her mad because she’s short she remind them of a chihuahua

"Babe, could you get the yarn in the cabinet?" Emily asks you from her bed. Her hands are twirling with a needle as she designs some embroidery.

You nod your head and get up from the chair in her bedroom. You step on the opposite end of the bed where a huge cabinet stands. It's full of her sewing, crocheting, and embroidery tools stay.

Once you open the cabinet, you see so much! You get overwhelmed and turn to her. "Which one?" You giggle.

She points to the top shelf where the blue threading is. You stand on your toes to reach it. You hear her giggling behind you.

"I forget, miss chihuahua." Emily says.

You turn to glare at her. "Fine then, I'm not getting it." You cross your arms.

Randomly, Sam stands at the door and looks at you two.

"Bothering my sister?" He asks Emily. He walks over to you and ruffles your hair.

You groan and fix it up. Emily shrugs at him with a smirk. "I am going home!" You stomp out of the room.

As you step out to the kitchen, there's the whole pack. You didn't know they'd be here. "Damn it." You hiss.

Quil walks up to you and then grabs your face, shoving a rough kiss on your lips. He squeezes your face tightly. You kiss him back and wrap your arms around his neck, standing on your tippy toes.

"Aye! It's chihuahua! Look at her trying to be tall like Quil." Jared points out and laugh.

You groan and pull away from Quil. You walk over to the table where the rest of the pack is sitting, and you slap his arm. "Watch it, Cameron." You spit. He presses his hands on the table and stands up.

"You shouldn't have done thattttt!" He picks you up over his shoulder. You scream and hit his back. "Quil, where do I take your chihuahua?" Jared asks.

He just sighs and then pats your butt softly. "Just put her down. I'll take care of it." He laughs.

Jared groans and sets you down. "No fun!" He walks back over to the table.

Paul throws some food at you. "Eat up, chihuahua." He jokes. "Okay, that was mean. Sorry, shorty." He laughs.

Embry high fives him. You turn to Quil, face boiling in anger. "Alright, alright. Enough kids. Leave my puppy alone." He picks up the food.

"Puppy?!" You yell at Quil.

Sam and Emily step into the kitchen. "Give her a break." Sam says, patting your back.

"No, actually, please. Just give me an hour break or something!" You throw your hands up and sit down at the table.

"Mayhaps." Embry smirks.

"Embry Call. If you even pull a stunt." You warn and point your finger at him.

"You're like my miniature Naruto figurine on my TV stand." He laughs.

You cover your face in annoyance. Quil wraps his arms from behind you, pulling you out of the seat. "Baby, do you want to go home?" He asks.

You nod your head and hold onto him. Your face pressing against his lower chest, near his stomach. He rubs your back softly and kisses your head. "If you guys don't shut the fuck up." He warns.

He guides you out of the house and into his truck. The ride home was quiet. You laid your head on the window because of the headache the pack gave you.

Once you guys get home, you walk inside and plop on the bed. Quil falls next to you, pulling you on his chest. You lay in between his legs on your stomach, your chin resting on your hands that lay flat on his stomach. Your eyes flutter up to look at him. He sucks in a breath, slightly hissing.

"Yikes. You're turning me on." He chuckles.

Your face heats up, and you smile. "Do something about it."

He didn't even hesitate to pull you up. You two got super busy.

You wake up with an empty bed. You knew Quil had to go to Paul's house because they're building a porch for his tiny house. Rachel begged him for it. You wish they treated you like Rachel, Kim, and Emily.

You roll over to check your phone.

Quilt boy: Hey when you wake up can you please help us! We are guys and we need hell decorating for Rachel's surprise.

You laugh and stand up to get ready. You head to the car and drive over there. You see a bunch of long wooden boards spread out and a finished light brown porch. The guys are standing around, looking confused. Paul has decor in his hands.

You get out of the car and walk over to them. "Guys, really?" You laugh.

"Don't hate. Kim should be here shortly to help you." Paul hands you the fake flowers and a windmill in his hands.

You take the metal windmill and the flowers. "Guys, it's not that hard. Look!" You step up the steps and put the windmill on the wall next to the door. "I need a nail and hammer, please." You say.

"It's too low." Embry points out.

Quil walks up next to you and holds a nail and a hammer. "Embry's right. It looks kind of goofy down there." He says.

He places the nail in his between his lips and grabs the windmill from your fingers. His side is grazing against yours, and you can't help but stare at his arms. His curls, his hands, his stomach. Oh, god.

Now, you're lost in thought. But, you're brought back to reality when hands grab your waist and lifts you up. "Hey!" You scream.

"Catch!" You notice it's Sam holding you.

Embry holds up his hands. Sam tosses you like a damn beach ball. You scream, but Embry catches you. "Catch!" Embry yells.

Jared opens his hands, preparing to catch. You are thrown into the air, squealing. Jared catches you and sets you down. Everyone burst into laughter, but now, you feel sick.

"Little sister even sounds like a chihuahua!" Embry wraps an arm around your shoulder.

You push him off and stomp your feet. "I'm definitely not going to help anymore!" You scream at Paul.

Just as you do, Kim pulls up. She steps out a d stands next to Jared. "Bullying baby sister again?" She giggles.

"Yeah, and now I'm not helping decorate." You cross your arms.

"Hey, guys, stop. Really. For me. I want to hang out with her." Kim says sternly.

They all nod their heads mumbling, "Yes maam."

You nod your head and look up at the porch to see Quil staring around the walls, thinking. You walk up the steps and stand next to him. "What're you thinking about, hottie?" You grab his arm and slightly squeeze, placing a kiss on his muscles.

"Thinking. Maybe we could build on an extra room?" He looks down at you.

"For what?" You ask.

"Maybe a room for a chihuahua!" Jared yells.

Kim scoffs and slaps the back of his head. "Jared, go home." She demands.

His head hangs low, and he mumbles something.

"No, for real. For what?" You ask again.

He looks down at you with furrowed brows and gentle and emotional smile. "For a baby." He whispers.

You part your lips, not knowing what to say. Your stomach has butterflies. A baby?!

You and Kim start to decorate the porch. The guys chill around and drink sweet tea. For the last couple of hours, there has been no teasing. You've been having a peaceful evening with the good Kim!

Once you two are done, you sit next to Quil, and she sits next to Jared. You turn to look at Quil. He looks back at you, and you run your fingers through his curls, tugging slightly. He loves it when you do this. He closes his eyes but then opens them quickly.

"Y/n, can I borrow your car? I'm going to grab Emily." He says. You nod your head and toss him the keys.

"Don't wreck, Sam. I pay for that thing." You warn.

He steps in the car, but you all hear, "FUCK!" And loud laughter. Sam steps out and points at the seat. "How do you move this seat back? Damn, I can't drive with a hunchback and my knees to my chest!" Sam yells.

Everyone bursts into laughter. You sigh and cover your face.

"I've got it." Quil says, running to the car to move the seat back for Sam.

Rachel's car pulls in. Paul stands up, and she gets out with a wide smile. "Surprise!" Paul yells. Rachel gushes and steps closer.

"Holy shit! Thank you! I love this so much!" She gasps.

"Y/n tried to hang shit way too low." Embry laughs.

Rachel hugs you and then Kim. "I know a girls work when I see it. So thank you, girls, too for decorating." She smiles.

[yuratheicequeenn]

• How The Obey Me Brothers Meet Paimon From Genshin Impact •

Lucifer ❤

When he met Paimon, he was absolutely shocked and confused, he's never seen a child floating before, he was examining her to see if she was a human or not

"U-umm... what are you doing with Paimon...?" "My apologies, i am just looking if you are a human or not"

He was wrong.

Paimon's not a human, she's a fairy

He was even more confused, if she is a fairy, aren't fairies supposed to be very tiny like a fly? and have wings?

Paimon's body had the size of a child and she can float without wings

He later understands when Paimon explained to him

But after that, he thought of her as a cute little girl

Whenever Paimon is angry, he just smiles and pat her head, it's just too cute, ecspecially when she stomps on the mid air when she's floating, he can't help but treat her like a child, because she IS one

She's a Luke 2.0

He teases her calling her "Emergency Food" and also other names that annoy her just like he teases Luke calling him a chihuahua

But overall, he treats her like a daughter

Number 1 dad

He also treats her with her favorite food whenever she is in her "Paimonial Wrath"

"My daughter" Lucifer smiled "Hmph... Paimon's still not forgiving you for calling me emergency food!" Paimon replied crossing her arms with a cute pout on her face, but she received alot of pats and food from her new father :)

He's also kinda annoyed whenever she gives him an ugly nickname

"Ugh...! you deserve an ugly nickname for that! ohh~! Paimon knows! from now on you'll be known as "Diavolo Simp"!"

...What did she just call him...?

Satan and Belphie are dying right now, that nickname was perfect, she is now part of "The Anti-Lucifer League" satan and Paimon are siblings now, since Lucifer is Satan's father, and Paimon is adopted by Lucifer, they are both now siblings.

They also hate their father

Now they pull pranks on him, they all hide in Belphie in the attic

Belphie cast 666 spells and curses near the door where lucifer will come in

Mammon 💛

OK OK HE'S LOSING MORE OF HIS NON-EXISTEN BRAIN CELLS

HE'S NEVER SEEN A FLOATING CHILD

"What are ya?! a floating child?!" "HEY HOW DARE YOU MY NAME IS PAIMON"

Aaaannnddd they both start arguing

Though Yura calms both of them down

After that, he actually like her like his little sister

Ehem, he also helps her gamble

They are now besties

Their names end with a "Mon" "PaiMON" "MamMON"

Paimon likes mora, and mammon likes grimm

They also steal.

And they literally have white hair and are both dumb

Now Lucifer has to catch them

When he hears that Paimon hates the nickname "Emergency Food"

BOOM he oficially annoys her with it

He adores her adorableness

How is she floating btw???

"Oi! emergency food! how are ya floating?"

"OH MY ARCHON IT'S "PAIMON"!! and to answer you're question, i'm a fairy!"

Oh. Ok ok a fairy

Wait a FAIRY?!

He always thought fairies are supposed to be tiny as a bug and have wings to fly

He then later on understands when Paimon explains to him

Mammon and Paimon give each other ugly nicknames non-stop for a day

Her nickname for him was "Stupid Greedy Gambler"

She reminded him of Luke now

But he overall loves Paimon like a little sis

And she loves Mammon as her big brother

Leviathan 💙

Levi's surprisingly interested in her

She reminds him of an anime character

"Oh my diavolo!! you look like that one anime character from "I found out my brother's secret, then one day i traveled the multiverse to find out the truth: The Harmony Spirit"!

"...What...?"

He usually guides Paimon to his room and says all of his favorite anime, manga and video games and he explains every plot of it to her

Paimon is super sleepy when he keeps on talking and talking about his anime thing

She's also surprised he's never tired of talking about it

Sure she talks alot but talking that long and fast is very indimidating

Levi's nickname from Paimon is "Water Otaku" since Levi's room is like an aquarium and he is an otaku

Levi loves it.

She's like a little sister to him

Levi is dying whenever Paimon gives his brothers ugly nicknames IT'S TOO ACCURATE FOR SOME REASON HELP

"LMAOOO LUCIFER JUST GOT ROASTED BY HIS OWN DAUGHTER LOLL"

You better run Levi :)

Levi likes teaching her how to play a video game

When he found out about she is a fairy

HE IS SHOCKED AND AMAZED

A little fairy?! HOW COOL IS THAT?!

He was still surprised she is a fairy, but it didn't matter to him, she is so adorable for a normie ^^

Absolutely loves to hear how Paimon is a fairy when she doesn't look tiny or have wings

He'll usually dress Paimon up as Ruri-chan

Paimon gladly accepts

She also dresses up as other magical girls Levi watches

"Mew mew style, mew mew grace, mew mew power in you're face~!"

Yes. Levi watches "Tokyo Mew Mew/Mew Mew Power"

And "Sailor Moon" of course

Levi adores his little fairy sister

Satan 💚

Oh? what is this?

A floating child? interesting.

"Huh, a floating child, interesting" "H-hey! i have a name you know!"

He was a little surprised that her name is "Paimon" because the name is one of the kings of hell, and is loyal to Lucifer

Also double surprised she's a fairy and later understands when Paimon explains

He was first a little annoyed at her, not because of her name and the origin of it, but it was also because she keeps on talking about some dumb stuff, and her voice was.... intimidating...

But even though he is the avatar of wrath, he is patient with her

He once got to know Paimon and then they became siblings

Paimon and Satan are now making Lucifer suffer even more

He immediately knew she was a fairy, and he was fascinated that she her body was a size of a child and she can float without wings

He would like to learn more about her.

He simply enjoys reading Paimon story books

Paimon enjoys petting and playing with the cats that Satan has

He has a secret base where he is the king of cats (Where Lucifer doesn't know about ofc)

Satan has a cute friendship with his new little sister

Satan literally burst into laughter when Paimon gives lucifer an ugly nickname

When he found about the nickname for Paimon he immediately wouldn't stop using it, it was too funny and adorable

Annndddd her nickname for Satan was "Bookworm Cat"

He loved it.

Whenever Satan reads a story for Paimon she usually falls asleep on him

HIS HEART CAN'T TAKE HOW MUCH SHE IS SO CUTE

Will do anything for his little sister

Even that means killing them....

Asmodeus 💖

Oh my. What's a little cute floating child doing here?

"Uwahhh~! you are so cute!"

"Hehe thank you! Paimon appreciates it!"

Asmo will literally play dress up with her

She is just so cutee!!! 💖💖💖

Asmo and Paimon will literally post so many pictures for devilgram about him and Paimon

Asmo enjoys the ugly nicknames paimon gives to his brothers

His nickname was "Beauty Queen"

HE LOVES IT OMG

He was not expecting that she was a fairy, she looked like a floating child

He didn't care that she was floating before and he later understands how she doesn't look like other fairies like in the fairytales

Her hair was so cute and fluffy

Her unique choice of outfit

Her voice

Those squishy chubby baby cheeks

TOO CUTE WHAT

This child is giving him a heart attack rn

Asmo is usually the one hugging and golding her around just in case if she ever feels tired of floating

Asmo will get her nails painted

Her nails are pink, purple, white, dark blue and peach color

Now they both slay

"Aww~ you're just so cute my dear little sister Paimon~ but not as cute as me tho~"

Sigh

Annnddd he still says that

Paimon was done with his narcissist-ness, it was too much

She almost felt disgusted tbh

But she overall loves him as a beautiful big brother

He kinda reminds her as Xingqiu and Lisa a little

Asmo does her makeup sometimes, only a little tho

He knows she's still a child, so not that heavy make up

Just some lip gloss, light pink smooth blush and a little purple eye shadow

He loves his new sister!

Paimon is sometimes disgusted by Asmo's actions it makes her want to puke

I mean... can you blame him? he IS the avatar of lust so it's kinda common

But they are still wholesome besties

Squish those cheeks

Protect this baby fairy at all cost

Beelzebub 🧡

A child.

A floating child.

"You look like a cute floating marshmallow"

"NOOOO PLEASE"

Beel was actually the nicest person to share his food with Paimon

But he sometimes has to control himself because Paimon looks like a floating marshmallow

He sometimes nibbles her hair like it was marshmallow

But Paimon didn't mind it, it never bothered her actually

Beel is one of Paimon's favorite brother rn

Beel is so sweet to her

He will have to protect her from Lucifer whenever he is in his mad aura and i'm telling you, this baby is a material big brother

She reminds him of Luke

His nickname was "Food Lover"

He approves it :)

He loves his new little baby sister

A little bit shocked when he first met Paimon who was floating. He never met a child floating before

When he found out she was a fairy, he was shocked

"I thought fairies we're tiny and have wings?"

"...It's complicated but... paimon will tell you"

Beel understands.

Paimon loves food as much as beel does

She'll usually bring back food with Lumine and Aether from teyvat

When he tried it

HE LOVED IT INSTANTLY

Cute brother and sister moment

When he heard about her nickname

Ohhh boyy

He can't take it. He wants to eat her

But his brothers will stop him

He'll eventually apologize to Paimon if he ever tries to actually eat her :<

But Paimon is ok with it, even if she hates being called food, she can NEVER stay mad at Beel

He chokes on his food when Paimon calls his brothers ugly nicknames, he wasn't expecting that XD

Food babies

He enjoys her company ^^

Belphegor 💜

A human? a human child?

Wait no.... A FLOATING ONE?!

How is she floating?

Never thought he would see a child floating in mid air.

"Why are you floating...? are you a ghost or something?"

"What the- no! I'm Paimon!"

A little surprised she was a fairy.

At first he was a little hesitant, since she was too energetic and had a loud obnoxious voice

But of course, she's still a child after all

But he got used to her company

She's kinda cute

Belphie helps her sleep singing a lullaby while Beel pats her head

When she hears Paimon giving Lucifer ugly nicknames he laughs so hard

His nickname was "Sleepy Belphie"

He liked it, it was accurate

Whenever Belphie falls asleep, Paimon will get a blanket because she is worried that he might get cold

When Belphie wakes up, he feels warmth in his heart whenever Paimon does this

She was a pure soul

She deeply cares about him

And Belphie cares about her too

Will plan pranks on Lucifer 24/7

Cuddle Sibling Buddies 💕

PRANK BUDDIES

Brother and sister bonding ^^

If someone EVER tries to hurt Paimon, just know, they will be sleeping... forever :)

[cindyglitters]

✨🩷🐶I love, love, love this little Long Haired Chihuahua I painted last night. She is so adorable LOOK AT HER LITTLE FACE!!🥹Her name is Chi Chai and She is already by Baby.🥰🐶🩷✨

#chihuahua #longhairedchihuahua #chi #smalldog #littledog #yapperdog #tiny #pupper #doggo #dog #art #artist #painting #whimsical

[paralyze-fic]

Paralyze.

Chapter 45

The next day, when I walked into the classroom, I was met with an excited Pikachu.

"Look! It's your name! Your Hero name is all over the internet! That's amazing!" I heard Kaminari exclaiming while shoving his phone at Eijiro's face as I walked to my desk and sat down, soon hearing a growl behind me.

Turning to look, I couldn't help but chuckle at Katsuki's expression.

"What?!" He made explosions towards me, but that didn't intimidate me anymore.

"You're really are like a puppy, especially, a Pomeranian, maybe a Chihuahua too, really noisy." Katsuki scoffed, but I noticed his faint blush, making me resist the urge to ruffle his hair a bit.

"Tsuyu-chan! Uraraka! Look! Your names are here! It's crazy!" Now Ashido behaved the same way Kaminari did.

They both said something and Iida also spoke before ending with the usual Iida thing. "But school work comes first for students! Don't dare fall asleep in class!" He said that staring at Eijiro, Izuku and me. They exclaimed something, but I only nodded and turned to talk with my boyfriend for a bit.

//////

-A few days later-

Togata senpai had told Izuku and me to meet him today, so he and I were heading out -after Katsuki had almost begged me to stay with him, gotta admit, I almost gave in-, and I saw Eijiro ahead of us.

"Oh?!" He turned to look at us greeting us with a wave, "Midoriya! (M/n)! Good morning! You both are heading out too?! What a coincidence!" While we walked towards him, Izuku answered him.

"We haven't been called in a while, but we've been notified today, although they told us not to bring our costumes..." I heard the door behind us open.

"Oh?! Good morning! You three are heading out too?!" Uraraka exclaimed with Tsuyu by her side.

Why do I feel like we're going in the same direction...?

Anyway, on our way to the station two heroes offered to go with us. There, the five of us got on the same train. To the same station. Same direction. And even turning the same corner...

"The Big Three are here together..."

I knew it.

//////

We were guided by our senpai inside the building where lots of heroes were reunited.

"Gran Torino?!" I heard Izuku exclaimed and I saw him staring at a small old man.

"You know him?" He looked at me and nodded.

"I had my internship with him." I hummed and he kept observing around.

I looked away for a second when I heard a familiar voice.

"Aizawa sensei?" He stared at me and nodded once as a greeting. I did too.

"There's so many heroes... This is amazing! What's...?" Before Izuku could finish, Hado senpai interrupted him.

"Ryukyu!" She went to a familiar hero.

Rank 9. Dragon Hero: Ryukyu.

"Thanks to the information everyone has provided, I was able to make a huge advance in the progress of my investigation." We all turned to stare at Sir speaking, "I've called everyone to this reunion only to share the information and also discuss the procedure we'll take against the conspiracy of a little organization called 'Shie Hassaikai'."

Togata, Izuku and I knew what he was talking about. And that also meant... Eri-Chan.

"I'll explain everything, from start to finish."

//////

The reunion started a few minutes later, and everyone was sitting at the long conference table. I was sitting on Izuku's left. He was between Togata senpai and me.

"Approximately, two weeks ago, us Sir Nighteye's office had been doing a private investigation... Directed by the villain organization known as Shie Hassaikai." Bubble Girl started, getting everybody's attention.

"What started it?" A pro hero asked her.

I decided to just look down at my hands placed on my lap, still listening to them.

"An accident that involved a gang of thieves who called themselves Reservoir Dogs," after a tiny pause, two more voices were heard, discussing the matter and saying that they knew who they were. "The police catalogued it as an incident, but there were so many things that didn't accord that we decided to give it following."

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw next to Bubble Girl, Sir's assistant Centipeder as he cleared his throat slightly. "My name is Centipeder, a mere assistant, but I was under Nighteye's direction that I lead the following investigations," a noise made me lift my head.

A screen was displaying an image, of Chisaki and one of the villains from the training camp were there.

"As far as our discoveries go, we learned that in the past year, the Shie Hassaikai had been making more contact with external individuals to the organization and other groups from the black market in the country. It seems that these actions were motivated by the desire to expand the organization and gather financial capital." He did a small pause before he continued, "And finally, immediately after we began the investigation... they made contact with a member of the League of Villains, Buibagawara Jin, known by his villain name, 'Twice'. We were incapable of following them and recollecting information about the meeting, but with the help of the police, we confirmed that there was some type of dispute between both of the organizations."

After that, Gran Torino said something about why he and a man called Tsukauchi were there, but somebody asked him where he was, and Gran Torino answered him about where Tsukauchi was. He turned to Izuku.

"I didn't think things would turn like this... but it seems we were pushed to a problematic situation, eh," Izuku answered him, making Togata senpai ask him if they knew each other.

After his answer, Sir spoke, as I looked back down, "Please, continue."

Bubble Girl explained something more, and I heard Uraraka asking what the HN was, to which Hado senpai replied saying it was the 'Hero Network'. Immediately after that, a hero with dark skin sitting on my left complained about us.

"But what is the objective of having the U.A. brats here with us? They're going to mess up the investigation. The moment we start talking about the heart of the situation, things will get dark," the noise of a chair falling made me jump and look up.

Fatgum was standing, his right arm spread over Eijiro's and Amajiki senpai's heads. He said something that made Eijiro stare at him with curiosity and senpai had a depressed aura on him.

"I don't want to be involved in this..." a grin crept up my face at his words. His personality was kinda cute.

"In the past," Sir spoke and I turned to him, "The Shie Hassaikai were suspicious of selling illegal drugs secretly. With that end, I've solicited the assistance of a hero experiment in this camp."

"A while ago," Fatgum talked, and he had candy in his hand.

Where did he get those...?

"I spent a lot of time in that type of activity," he closed his hand in a fist, and a crunching noise was heard when he crushed the candy. "And the other day during the debut battle of Red Riot, Tamaki was shot with something I've never seen before!" His expression changed to a serious one, "A 'drug'," he opened his hand, and pieces of candy fell to the floor, "That disables quirks."

When he finished, Togata senpai asked Amajiki senpai if he was okay, and he explained it to us briefly. But I didn't pay attention as I was trying to comprehend what that actually meant.

Fatgum told us about the destroyed gun and the fragmented bullet, but then he added a thing about how Eijiro took a shot willingly and was able to get an actual bullet.

That made me feel a bit relieved, because Eijiro was fine and because, if we knew about the content inside the bullet, the heroes could maybe nullify their effects.

"After examinations about the content... we made a sickening discovery..." Fatgum's pause made me tense.

I had a bad feeling about those bullets now.

"Inside it, there was blood and human cells."

Eri...

Izuku tensed beside me too, and I could hear everyone commenting on its content.

"Chisaki, the leader of the group, has a quirk called Overhaul. With it, he can unmount and restore objects." Sir's words made me think further about the whole situation, "A quirk that allows him to break something and reassemble it again. And bullets that can erase quirks..."

The bandages Eri-Chan had on her limbs flashed inside my mind. And with just glancing at Izuku and senpai I knew we were thinking the same thing.

The bullets were made with Eri-chan... could it be her quirk or something like that? Either way, I was feeling sick at the moment.

We should've saved her that day.

[my-maas-murdered-heart]

The Valley Vet pt. 2

Azriel x Veterinarian!Reader

Modern AU Fic

Part 1

Summary: A slow burn romance. The reader just moved to town and is starting a new job at a new veterinary clinic. Her little sister said there is a man there she’s going to love. Will that be the case?

Warnings: None for now.

Word Count: 1,760

Notes: I did not expect Part 1 to get so many notes! Thank you guys so much. I hope you enjoy part 2 and the rest to come!

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    It had been a long first week. There were surgeries, patients, difficult owners, and Dr. Azriel to contend with. He had seemed to follow your every move; he would pick apart your treatments, diagnoses, and even your suture technique. It was starting to look like he would “hate” you after all. Luckily, he mainly stayed in surgery while you took rooms which was fine. There were plenty of surgeries that were interesting, but wound cares were your favorite. He could keep all the spays and castrations. Rooms kept things interesting and you got to move throughout the building, not just stay stuck in one room. Although, surgery had music.

    You sat on a stool in the technician room with a sigh and rubbed your temples. Even though it was finally lunch, now was the only time you had to input your patient notes. Technically, the technicians could do it, but for now you would attempt to maintain them yourself until you got to know the techs better. You entered your code and pulled up the patient’s file. It was a 1-year-old female bulldog with severe skin allergies and a yeast infection in her face folds to boot; even better was they planned to breed this genetic nightmare. Poor thing. You pulled her chart from the pile and began to translate it into the computer along with your treatment plan.

     As you were finishing up a fourth chart, Alice, one of the technicians walked in. Her hair was half black, and the bottom half a bright red. She had a bottom lip piercing, one on her cupids bow, and one in her nose, with a full tattoo sleeve on her right arm. You had really taken a liking to Alice, as you were both about the same age. She had a total punk rock/Addams family vibe to her that you found quite refreshing.

“Are you coming Cacy’s going away BBQ tonight?” She asked, jumping up onto a treatment table. There were two stainless steel tables in the tech room you had decided to work in. It had wood cabinets all along the back wall that held everything the clinic needed to do surgeries, treat wounds, medications, bandages, and a dozen other different materials. An adjacent wall held a sink and counter space with a set of shelves for anesthetics and other injectables. “Hello… Y/n?”

“Uh, yeah, no I don’t think so Alice. I barely know Cacy, or any of you guys. I feel it would be an intrusion.”

“Girl, it’s not. Everyone in the clinic is going, even your sister.” Speaking of Annie, she waltzed right in with a tiny fat chihuahua right at that moment.

“Can one of y’all give me a hand? They want a nail trim, but they said she can bite.” Annie began wrapping the little thing in a towel, covering its head, and leaving tiny paws exposed. You got up and grabbed the nail clippers from a drawer under the table. As soon as you grabbed a paw, the dog began to growl and scream as if you were sawing its foot off.

“You good?” You said, looking at Annie. The small ones were always the hardest to hold; they could wriggle out of a steel trap if they needed to.

“Yeah, go ahead.” You made quick work of it, trying to avoid cutting to the quick.

“You’re coming to the BBQ tonight, right?” Annie asked.

“I don’t know Annie; I don’t know everybody well enough.”

“Oh whatever. You’re coming.” You guessed that was that. Alice began to exclaim from her perch opposite of you.

“There will be plenty of beer to go around Y/n. Plus, Holly’s husband is great with the grill. Its free food!”

“Fine. But I doubt I’ll stay for long.” Alice hopped up and took the chihuahua from Annie.

“Here I’ll take her up front.” As she left, Annie turned to you.

“Dr. Azriel will be there you know.” Annie whispered, waggling her eyebrows. She gave you a smirk. You could not deny he was extremely handsome. He was tall with broad shoulders, dark hazel eyes and deep brown skin. It hadn’t escaped your notice though, that his hands were terribly scarred. You had noticed as he scrubbed in for a spay earlier this week. You had been openly staring as he began to dry them off. He gave you a slight scowl before turning away. If the earth had opened to swallow you whole right then, you’d have been forever grateful. But it hadn’t.

“Do you know what happened to his hands?”

“Not really. He keeps to himself about that stuff. Only thing I really know about him is he has two younger brothers, Rhys, and Cass. He’ll tell stories about them on occasion. Or his latest womanly conquest.” Annie snorted. Your heart fell a little bit at that. You weren’t a fan of players. Annie seemed to watch you closely. “Don’t worry about it, Y/n. You’re too good for him anyway.” Now it was your turn to snort. You doubted being “too good” was the case, but you definitely weren’t in the mood to have your heartbroken again. Love was for the birds.

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     Later that evening, you got dressed in your favorite worn pair of jeans and a simple short sleeve. You pretended there was no reason that the shirt you chose showed a little bit of cleavage. You left your hair down but brought a hair tie just in case it got too hot, which you noticed it tended to do down here. Feeling satisfied with your outfit and makeup, you grabbed your keys and headed for the door.  “You be a good girl Freyja. I’ll be back soon.” You gave her a kiss and a scratch behind the ears then went out and locked the door behind you.

     It didn’t take long to get to Holly’s house. It seemed nowhere took any longer than 10 to 15 minutes to get to around here. It was a relief after the clogged Austin traffic. Holly’s house was a nice place. A cute little white house with a manicured lawn and a big white tin barn in the back. You pulled next to the other cars and got out, following the voices around the corner of the barn. There was a nice open space with a firepit in the center and a massive grill and smoker to the left. An older white guy was flipping burgers and wings. There was a white table off to the side that had various sides like fresh salsa, chips, guacamole, potato salad, coleslaw, and plates and cups.

    Alice didn’t seem to be around but you spotted Annie off in a corner talking to Cacy and a few others. She looked up and waved you over.

“Hey Y/n!” She exclaimed. She gave you a hug and then went back to their conversation. It was her way of trying to get you involved, but it felt more like being ignored. Cacy, you realized, was leaving for vet school. You hadn’t really asked before. As they continued to chat, you were feeling extremely awkward, wishing you had stayed at home curled on the couch with Freyja and a good book. Suddenly you felt a presence at your back and you whipped around to see Azriel standing right behind you.

“Would you like a beer?” he asked. He was dressed in a black t-shirt and jeans looking devilishly handsome. He held a beer in his hands already, looking more relaxed here than he did at the clinic.

“Uh, yeah, sure.” You stammered. He gestured to a large white cooler behind him. It took every effort not to lunge at it, just to have something in your hand to make you look and feel less out of place. You grabbed the first thing that was at the top, a Bud Light. Not your favorite, but you were past the point of caring. You popped it open a took a sip and noticed Azriel watching you intently.

“What?” you asked, narrowing your eyes. He had not been outright rude to you, but he definitely hadn’t been pleasant either this first week.

“Nothing. Glad I could help.” he gave a small smirk.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“You were looking uncomfortable. Thought you could use a drink.” His voice was low and smooth. You fought the urge to be attracted to it, to him. There was something about his energy, even with his brooding that seemed to draw you in. Something you did not need.

“Yeah well, thanks.”

“How are you liking it so far?” You eyed him curiously. He was being much more friendly than you anticipated and it was unsettling. Though it could be the alcohol.

“It’s good. I like the variety.” He nodded. “To be honest, you’ve been the most difficult part for me.” Azriel raised an eyebrow at that.

“How so?”

“You have literally second guessed and questioned everything I have done this week. I graduated vet school, same as you.” Azriel’s eyes seemed to bore into yours, but his expression was unreadable.

“Look, you’re new. I don’t know you. You sweep in from a big city with your know-it-all attitude and expect me to hand you the reins? No, sweetheart. These are my techs, my people. Family. And I am gonna make damn sure they’re taken care of.” He’d gotten very close, it would take only a deep breath to touch. You were not going to back down to this man. You were tired, and uncomfortable and he was not going to make it worse.

“I may be new here, you may even have a few years on me, but I know what I am doing. I don’t need you to hand me the reins. I’ll take them for myself.” You wanted to be angry, but you could not blame him for wanting to protect his people. You, in his place, would do the same. Truly, you never had liked outsiders, people who disrupted the flow and established patterns. He hummed and backed away. “Plus, you’re not my boss. Dr. Gary is.”

“Enjoy the party Y/n.” With that he walked away to join some of the other guys.

As the evening wore on, you began to feel more comfortable. You were sad that you had just started to get to know Cacy and she was leaving. She was quiet but really kind. You tried to not look at Azriel the rest of the evening but it wasn’t easy. Occasionally, you would look over and hear a dark cool laugh, felt it down to your bones. Once you even noticed him looking at you from across the fire, but he quickly looked away. Finally, it seemed to be time for everyone to head off. You looked around, you wanted to thank Azriel for the beer, even if he was a territorial twat; but he was nowhere to be found. It saddened you but you pushed the feeling down, said goodbye and good luck to Cacy, and left for home.

[sixpossumsinatrenchcoat]

punch drunk

Two years after the true end, the gang falls under the influence. 6k words of sunkel silliness with a side of photobomb! CW for underage drinking. Or just drinking, depending on where you live.

At 8:42 PM on the last Friday before Basil leaves for college, Aubrey texts the group chat.

[Code Green. The hideout. 30 mins.]

Hm. A Code Green is a tier three summons. Nothing life-threatening—that would be a Code Black—but urgent, and time-sensitive. Luckily, Sunny’s staying with Kel through the end of the summer. Which means that, for once, he can actually answer a Code Green. 

Sunny looks up. On the other side of that dorky basketball bedspread, Kel is frowning at his own phone. 

“She’s fine,” Sunny reminds him. If Aubrey was hurt, she would’ve sent a Code Blue, at least. And if this really was a call-to-arms, she wouldn’t have sent it to one golden retriever, one trembling chihuahua, and a housecat who would hold up perfectly fine in a fight, if he still had any depth perception.

Kel startles. “Huh? Oh. Y-Yeah, for sure! But, I mean… We should probably go check?”

“We still have—” Sunny checks the timestamp. “28 minutes.” And 32 seconds. 31. 30.

“Sure, sure. But, I mean. Code Green.”

Sunny heaves a sigh. “I’ll get dressed.”

###

Halfway to the park, Kel looks at him and snickers. “Dude. I don’t think she’s gonna make us rob a bank or anything.”

Sunny looks down. As usual, he’s all in black—a new trick he picked up when he started going outside again. Apparently, teenagers aren’t supposed to wear the same outfit every day. Unless it’s all black. Then people just think you’re goth.

He looks up at Kel. “Bet?”

“Pff. Okay, fair. But you’re not even gonna make it to the heist if you get hit by a car before we get there!!”

Sunny shakes his head. “They’ll see you from a mile off.”

In classic fashion, Kel is dressed like an Orange Joe commercial threw up on a box of highlighters. Even the scrunchie in his hair looks like he swiped it from his baby sister. It's glittery pink, studded with tiny gold stars. He’s practically a traffic hazard. 

Kel flings an arm around his shoulders, grinning. “Guess you gotta stick with me, then!”

Sunny nods. Yes. That was the plan.

###

When they get to the lake, Basil’s already waiting. He’s standing just beyond the treeline, wringing his hands like a war widow braced for the worst. Or like a traumatized 18-year-old with an anxiety disorder. 

Basil must have rolled straight out of bed. His hair is mussed flat on one side and his light green shorteralls look rumpled, like he fished them out of the hamper. Underneath, Sunny recognizes Basil's favorite sleep shirt: worn beige cotton whose printed purple flowers have faded to palest lilac. 

He still took the time to pick out a hairpin, though. It’s a new one, a California Poppy in glossy white enamel. When he hears them coming, he straightens up a little. “A-Aubrey??” 

“Nope!” Kel says, waving cheerfully. 

“O-Oh. Um. Hi, guys.” 

Basil manages a smile, but he doesn’t stop fidgeting with the bracelet in his hands. It looks to be braided from from real flowers. Buttercups and milkweed, mostly. None of the petals have started to wilt, so he must have just made it. 

Sunny stares at it. “How long have you been here?”

Basil flushes and drops it. “Oh,” he mumbles, while Kel stoops to pick it up. “Um. N-Not very long… Only maybe 20 minutes.”

Sunny squints at him. Basil’s place is twice as far as Kel’s. Did he sprint the whole way here?

“A-Are you—Or.” Basil clears his throat. “Do you… think she’s okay?”

Sunny rolls his eyes. He’s surrounded by alarmists. Though, after everything they’ve been through, he can sort of see why. “It’s only Green.”

“I-I know!! But even if she’s not hurt, she could be, I don’t know… in trouble with, with the law, or…”

Sunny shakes his head. “She would have texted the Treehouse.” The Treehouse includes all the same people as the group chat, plus Hero. (Technically, Hero’s also in the group chat. But he muted the thread eight months ago. Something about distractions and pre-med course loads and phones that never stop buzzing.)

“W-Well!! I brought some money, just in case!! And antacids, and trail mix… there’s some gauze and alcohol wipes… iodine tablets… that bear spray I got when we went camping… Oh! And I, um, printed out the Miranda rights. Just to be safe.” 

Sunny looks unimpressed. “You keep all that stuff in your backpack anyway.”

“Well. Yes. I suppose so.” 

A familiar snicker echoes through the trees. It’s closely followed by Aubrey, who is clearly in no danger and also no particular hurry. She's dressed like she just lost a fight with a wood chipper—shredded cutoffs over an even-more-shredded band tee that she must have cropped with a pair of Crayola safety scissors—but Aubrey always looks like that. Sunny recognizes one of Basil’s pieces dangling from her right ear. A pearly Lily of the Valley, carefully dried and encased in resin.

“Aw, you gu~uys,” she drawls. “Did you seriously come straight here?” 

“No,” Sunny says defensively.

“Yup!” Kel says honestly. 

“I got dropped off,” Basil admits. 

“Hah! You guys are such dweebs. Nothing’s on fire, you nerds. It’s just a Code Green.”

Sunny gives the others a pointed stare. 

“R-Right,” Basil says, sagging with relief. “Of course. Um. S-So… What is the emergency?”

###

The “emergency” is this: Aubrey lifted a handle of vodka off the back of a pickup. 

“A-Alcohol??” Basil squeaks. “But—we’re underage!!!”

“Only in America,” Aubrey scoffs. “And Indonesia, apparently. And, like, Mongolia. Anyway, I won’t call the cops if you don’t.”

“I would never!!!”

She jabs him with one elbow, grinning. “Then I think we’re in the clear.”

“You wanna get us drunk?” Kel asks indignantly. Aubrey rolls her eyes.

“Oh, my god, this is soooo~ not about you. Basil starts college in like, four days! You really want his first time drinking to be at some nasty frat?”

Basil flinches. “O-Oh, um… I don’t know… I-It’s not as though I get invited to a lot of parties…”

“But you’re about to start college!” she argues. “New life, new you! I’ve seen movies, man. Everyone parties in college.” 

Sunny nods sagely. He has also seen movies. 

“I’m not saying it’s a good thing,” Aubrey adds. “It’s not like you gotta turn into some crazy party animal.” (Basil looks slightly queasy at the thought.) “But you’re definitely gonna run into it at some point. Wouldn’t you rather try it with your best friends in the whole world, instead of a bunch of total randos?”

In the peanut gallery, Kel nudges Sunny. “Is this peer pressure?” 

Oh. “Yes.” More or less by definition. It might as well have been clipped from one of those D.A.R.E videos they had to watch in sixth grade.

“You guys are no fun,” Aubrey grumbles. “Fiiiine. No one has to drink, okay? But I’m gonna.”

“Me too,” Sunny agrees. 

Kel whips around to stare. “What!!” 

Sunny lifts one shoulder. 

“Really???”

“Sure.” Why not?

Kel goggles at him. Sunny’s so steady and sure all the time, it’s easy to forget how totally reckless he can be. But behind all the stony stares, he’s got a streak of mischief that rivals Mari’s. And he really hates to lose. 

“Hell yeah!” Aubrey whacks Sunny on the shoulder hard enough to make him stumble. “You and me, dude!”

“Me too!!” Kel butts in. “I’m in if Sunny is!”

“Oh,” Basil says slowly. “Hm. Um. Well… I guess I’d rather find out what it’s like with you guys. In a, um—a safe space, with people I t-trust. Like Aubrey said.”

“Hah!!” Aubrey crows. “We got Basil!!” She hooks one arm over his shoulders and messes up his hair with the other. “Now it’s a party.”

###

Aubrey swiped a few mixers, too. From the basket of her bike, she proudly unloads a six-pack of Diet Sprite, a dusty glass bottle of something red and viscous, and a dented Orange Joe that she obviously brought for Kel, even though she insists that she just grabbed ‘whatever was closest.’

Sunny looks around. He doesn’t see anything to drink out of. “Cups?”

“Shit! Aw, mannnn, I knew I was forgetting something.” She turns out her pockets, but only winds up with a fistful of lint. “...Yeah, no. I got nothing.”

Basil brightens. “Oh! I have my water bottle in my pack! A-And—um. Four disposable water bottles.” 

“Dude,” Aubrey snickers. “How much does that thing weigh?”

“It isn’t very heavy,” he assures her. Sunny, who’s had to pass Basil his knapsack more often than he’d like, would beg to differ. “A-And—!! It’s important to be prepared!!”

“Sure, sure. Hey, I got no complaints.” 

“I do,” Sunny puts in. 

Kel looks over with interest. “Oh, yeah?” 

Sunny nods. “It’s too heavy.”

Basil shakes his head, sighing. “You just need to go outside more. You really ought to take better care of yourself, Sunny. I know you don’t like to exercise, but walking just t-twenty minutes a day would really help your cardiovascular health! And your circadian rhythm, a-a-and just your general, um, quality of life.”

Sunny shrugs. Life isn’t always easy, but he’s pretty sure it’s not a question of quality control.

###

Basil insists that they leave at least two of the disposable water bottles untouched, because ‘alcohol is a diuretic.’ 

Kel chokes on a laugh. “Pfffff—pffahaha!!! It makes you poop??” 

“A di-ur-etic,” Basil says patiently. “Not a di-arrh-etic. It just means it’s, um, dehydrating.”

Kel’s face scrunches. “So why’d they name it after diarrhea?” 

“W-Well!! If you’re really interested, it was probably the other way around. Or, at the very least, I expect they’re derived from the same root: the Greek dia, meaning ‘through,’ and—” 

“Oh my god,” Aubrey wheezes. “Did you nerds wanna party or not?”

The drink is… surprisingly drinkable. Sunny wasn’t expecting that. It burns a little going down—not exactly hot, but hot-adjacent; more wasabi than tabasco. But mostly it just tastes like taking a sip of Sprite while standing too close to a can of wet paint. 

Basil clearly doesn’t agree. He takes one sip and sticks his tongue out. “Blehh.”

“Are you kidding?” Aubrey scoffs. “It’s practically a Shirley Temple!”

Basil turns his nose up at her. “Maybe if there were cherries.”

“Pff. Whatever, man. Anyway, this is way better than what you’ll find in college. What do college kids drink these days? Everclear and Kool-Aid? Friggin… Natty Lite?” 

“Haha,” Basil mumbles. “W-Well. If I get invited to any parties, I’ll be sure to let you know.”

Sunny’s mouth tugs down. It’s… unsettling, thinking about it. Basil, going to college. Growing up and moving away. Meeting a whole new crew of best friends, whose mere existence isn’t a constant reminder of the worst mistake he ever made. While in the meantime, Sunny has to sit through another year of online classes before he can collect his diploma. 

It’s… annoying. Or embarrassing, maybe. But what did he expect? He lost four whole years. Four years of study sessions and walking home after school and eating lunch in the courtyard when the weather is nice. Four years that his friends spent talking to people and learning things and growing. (With the exception of Basil, maybe. But now Basil’s leaving before anyone.)

Basil isn’t the only one getting ahead. Everyone is charging toward the future. Kel is planning to coach Little League while collecting a technical degree in something practical. Aubrey’s resolved to drop off the grid for a while, just to prove that she can do it.

And Sunny’s still in high school.

The thought turns his stomach cold and turgid. Sunny was always the youngest, but only by a few months. And time is supposed to be linear. He never expected to wind up four years younger than everyone he loves. 

A plastic water bottle clatters into his, splashing Smirnoff-and-Sprite across the grass. 

“Kanpai!!” Aubrey shouts in his face. “C’monnn, it’s a party! Don’t you wanna send Basil off right?”

Sunny sighs. He does want to send Basil off right. 

“Heh heh,” she says gleefully. “Then let’s do it right.”

Read the rest here: ao3.org/works/45531958/chapters/126367402

[puella-peanut]

Random Lakreese thoughts since I reread your cute little fic of the two of them bickering, I love how they refer to each other by their last names when they're fighting even though this is a totally different au. Lol.

John thinks of Daniel as a kitten a lot, I wonder if he ever calls him that in bed?

An as of untouched trope we're sleeping on- uniform kink.

I wonder what Lucille's reaction was to her little sunshine boy settling down with a man like that. If at first she was shocked by the age difference and didn't think John was worthy of Daniel, thinking he was just a grumpy old man.

Random Lakreese thoughts since I reread your cute little fic of the two of them bickering, I love how they refer to each other by their last names when they're fighting even though this is a totally different au. Lol.

So, they're not married in the original ficlet (only because it's the 90s, and gay marriage has not been legalized yet) but...

If they are married, it’s just their snippy little way of reminding the other that their hyphenated, shared surname can go back to being just their own respective surname if the other isn’t careful! 

“Yeah? Well I think I like the sound of LaRusso better than LaRusso-Kreese anyway! So there!” *Angry little pout*

“Fine with me. And it is, or was—Kreese-LaRusso, kid.” *Brooding intensifies.*

If not, they’re just being shits to each other. 

John thinks of Daniel as a kitten a lot, I wonder if he ever calls him that in bed? 

I am so partial to Prima Donna being John’s petname of choice for Daniel—especially if it starts off as something condescending (like in KK1), and then evolves over time into a term of total, if teasing, endearment. Like here. 

As for kitten...

So, John’s so not a cat person, in fact, he dislikes them, cold-hearted little bastards that they are. If anything, he’s fine with dogs—big ones, powerful ones, strong and useful ones like Rottweilers and Cane Corsos, etc. (Disclaimer: Daniel loves all dogs, huge and tiny and in-between with an unholy passion. Yes, even Chihuahuas!). Moving on, John is also rather partial to reptiles. Snakes, especially...heh.

But, like you said, he does think of Daniel being kitten-like a lot. After all, the boy is small and fussy, always in-and-out of trouble; loves snuggles and cuddles and being petted. He curls up just like a kitten would on a chair, or a cushion, or against John himself—which is something John looks forward to after a long day at work. (Not that he’ll say that outloud.) Also: Daniel is agile and quick on his feet, light, skittish, and surprisingly graceful. He laps up affection and tenderness like a kitten would milk. He sits where he pleases—the countertop, the ladder outside, the hood of his their cars. Plops himself onto John’s lap whenever he feels like it, and plays with his chest hair like a kitten would a ball of yarn. And he is very cute in the morning, when his hair is all tousled, and he’s curled up in John’s arms, warm and soft and pliant, and mumbling, still more than half-asleep, just five more minutes, John...

(No, Daniel is the only “cat” John tolerates, aka—can’t live without.)

Anyway, John’s not huge on nicknames (or more than one petname, that's excessive) and besides, Daniel is a perfectly reasonable name. He most certainly doesn’t call him Danny, or sweetheart, or darling (that’s for Silverusso land), but if he’s gotta have one, then Prima Donna is his go-to, especially when Daniel is being...just that. 

He does occasionally call Danial a kitten, but only in the bedroom. John can’t help it—the little mewls of pleasure Daniel makes when John has him at his mercy, the higher-pitched sighs and cries, the tiny nips on his skin, and nail-shaped-scratches he leaves on John’s body, especially his back. The way his pupils dilate in his haze of lust, swallowing up the brown as if it never was. Then those soft little purrs of contentment in John’s arms after he’s been fucked good. And his eyes, always so large and pretty, turned all soft and glassy when he looks up at John under his lashes afterwards with a lazy smile. 

Oh, he’s a kitten all right. John’s very own, adorable little pet.

(And if John came home one day to find Daniel in a simple collar, or maybe a red satin ribbon with a little bell at his throat—well! Well, well, well.)

An as of untouched trope we're sleeping on- uniform kink.  

Mm, Top Gun AU anyone? An Officer and a Gentleman AU? 

John has...preferences, but, bless him, he either doesn't know or care about kinks. He likes what he likes, and does what he likes and that's it. He's anything but fuss and feathers, and while he's Very Good in the bedroom, it's without added effects. Daniel's gotta provide that if he wants to add a bit more fun to the (admittedly great) sexytimes.

I can totally see Daniel having a thing for John in uniform. Getting John to wear it and roleplay is the hard part, he’s such a deliberate, un-imaginative, serious man and not showy. Maybe Daniel can drop a few choice words when things start getting hot like “soldier boy”, “Captain”...maybe act like a distressed, helpless civilian in need of rescuing or something from this rugged army man. Acts of service is John’s love language after all, and calling him Captain is definitely a huge turn on for him. Just keep pushing John slowly in that direction Daniel, and you’ll probably succeed in getting him to rail you good in his military best. Or like, just up the brat factor for an attitude reset delivered by your favorite Captain via prostrate. 

(Anyway, before they officially get together, Daniel probably comes across Kreese’s military pictures, takes one look at this strapping, macho man in uniform and...)

Daniel: Drop everything and rail me now while wearing this.

John: ?

Daniel: ...Please, Captain.

John: !

I wonder what Lucille's reaction was to her little sunshine boy settling down with a man like that. If at first she was shocked by the age difference and didn't think John was worthy of Daniel, thinking he was just a grumpy old man. 

Well damn, you’re the third person who has deposited something along these lines in my inbox after I wrote the ficlet—clearly I need to write something about this too! :3

Thanks for the ask! :D

[thelastevilregal]

That genre of tiny dog with the bulging eyes and squished face and long silky coat is being so underutilized in the film industry. In movies set in modern times you immediately know the woman with the Yorkie or chihuahua in her purse is some rich bitch with no regard for anyone around her and though this seems to have been phased out somewhat, it was something of a staple in a lot of early 2000s movies as a way to immediately convey information about that type of character.

Where are all my medieval films/series with kings and queens with those stupid little leg warmer dogs? If anything they have a big cat or a wolf or maybe some type of bird of prey to convey power but nothing really screams luxury like breeding a stupid little animal whose sole purpose is to sit there and have riculously high-maintenance hair and breathing problems.