#and he tries to get rid of the extra fluffy hair wave on the front

[esteemed-excellency]

Two more doodles from when I was trying to figure out Hiram's hairstyle over the decades

[i-need-air]

Hybrid!AU Wolf!Bakugou Katsuki HCs.

Summary: How would Hybrid!Bakugou would react to being adopted by the reader and their domestic life together. Headcanons and believe me, it's a long one... [2k WORDS OF HCS psjxksdj stop me pls] PLATONIC/ROOMMATES HCS, will do a part two later on with continuation and romance cuz 2kwordsbro...

Notes: I love Hybrid AU!s and I want to indulge myself with this. I barely see these in the fandom, so maybe you guys will like it! Also, depending on how it goes, I'm gonna consider making more for other characters, whachu say? Tell me what you thought and I hope you enjoy!~ ♥

Part 2 here!

× he's a wolf hybrid, and the workers at the shelter warn you that he's feral as you pass by where he was locked

× it seems he was in an illegal fighting ring and nobody could get close to him even if his living conditions now were much better than the hell hole he lived in before

× he growled, scratched, yelled, overall he needed so much help

× normally that would've been very intimidating to you but while the workers tried to push you towards some bunny or dog hybrids they had around, you just froze because the mf said they were considering sacrificing him

× like wHat the fuck?? he's a human being?????? sure he has a tail but what????????

× and you just foken went crazy for a moment cuz you didn't even see him in his cage, he was hiding somewhere under the bundle of blankets he had, probably asleep

× so you just went mental, demanding an explanation because hybrid shelters do not and should not sacrifice a person

× and your increasing yelling just made all the hybrids anxious

× and Bakugou heard everything [who wouldn't]

× i shit you not, the employee tried to explain why

× legit said cuz he's aggressive

× Bitch I'd be aggressive too! I'd bite your jugular off

× course, security was called but you already prepared to call the police, Hybrid Protection Services, your lawyer, your friends, the president, you name it

× and that's when you said you're adopting whoever was under the blankets. NOW.

× always hated the word adopting, but you were looking to give a hybrid a chance since you finally had a spare bedroom in your new apartment

× so like security and the worker just look at each other cuz who tf is gonna be the brave soul to go inside the cage to retrieve Bakugou Katsuki and get rid of you both already

× you're just staring at them like u srs bro? so you just send them to do the paperwork while you decide to go in yourself because you needed to get out of that place ASAP to still contact HPS on this shelter

× security stayed by the door while you hesitantly walked towards the blanket bundle [not so brave anymore] cuz why did that dude have his gun out??????

× but when you approached the bundle and kneeled in front of it you noticed movement

× a fluffy sand yellow tail suddenly came to view and it was big, slowly moving from side to side

× so with the gentlest voice you could muster [after screaming your lungs out moments ago] you tried to talk to whoever was underneath

× you introduced yourself and said you're here to take them home but got nothing, just casual tail movement

× Big Hunkus Brutus Security Guardus™ was getting impatient so he told you to just "fuckin put the collar and leash on the stupid beast" and you just 🙃 fucking excuse u?? while turning towards him

× it was a delicate time and you needed to take it slow, and anyway you knew you'd get that crap off your [hopefully] new friend as soon as possible

× what you didn't expect was the guard to freeze and raise his gun again, but was pointing above your head, not even looking in your eyes

× so you turn and meet a naked chest, scarred, with recent bruising on and big

× looking up you see Bakugou Katsuki, ruffled blonde hair, wild in all directions, red eyes harsh and staring at the guy behind you, only some pants on his form and tail still waving very slowly behind him

× while Chunkus Brutus trembled in place, gun shaking in hands, you were in the fuckin middle of it all

× what you didn't expect is the hybrid to take the collar in your hands and wrap it around his neck, now looking at you, expression still harsh but this time it didn't scream murder [and then grabbed a shirt, thank the heavens]

× progress? making friends? good first impressions?

× na lol you wish but that's spoilers 👀

× the process of adoption went smoothly, and when I say smoothly I mean Robustus Dumbus Brutus behind both of you with his hand still on his gun while all the workers gathered around to see the crazy insane person that adopted The Devil™, the guy that told you about the sacrificing was actually filing the paperwork as fast as possible under the intense gaze of the wolf

× and Bakugou was standing very close to you, btw, like i can feel your body heat close

× he was compliant at first, when you got in the car you started rambling about your house and how he has a room while trying to take the collar off him but he grabbed your hands

× like insanely fast, one blink and firm grip on your hands

× "i ain't gon be your fuckin pet, understood?" he growled at you but made no movement to bolt and run away

× and you just wanted to roll your eyes cuz ok he can kill you anytime but like didn't he get the message when you screamed back there? [also there was this sense of security you had around him or maybe you were just really dumb]

× so when you said you weren't looking for a pet but to help someone and maybe a friend and roommate, he just narrowed his eyes at you

× suspish human, wild doggo no trust

× anywho he took the collar off himself [like extra fast] but you explained that you are going to get him a bracelet or something less degrading since he still needed something with the information tag to have on himself so police will know he's no stray and he wouldn't end in the same craphole again

× journey home was silent, like eery silent

× he just looked out the window intensely, you noticed how he focused on every sign and turn

× you considered asking him questions but honestly with his past you doubted he would even answer so you just started to ramble about your home, stuff you could do around the city [which caught his attention], items you'd have to go buy for him, like clothes, shampoo, any special food, the bracelet

× he stopped looking out the window and just looked at you

× ok he was intensely staring at your side, basically drilling a hole in your cheek with those crimson eyes and it was making you N e r v o u s because making new friends is hard when you're just vomiting monologs, all while driving

× buying things was awkward to say at least, special hybrid stores were rare and for a guy his size it was even more difficult to find anything, which ended up in getting normal clothes and deciding to adjust them for his tail

× while grocery shopping you discovered he actually knew very well what he wanted after a lot of questioning from you

× he finally sighed at your persistent act and just threw stuff in the shopping cart, a surprising amount of spices too

× now for the bracelet part... you decided to spend more on a code that could be scanned to identify him rather than the distasteful ones with name and who owns him

× good thing you planned ahead a long time ago and saved money but you did notice his sharp eyes on you whenever you paid

× and his grunts and judgemental looks at other people with hybrids

× it's as if he wanted to say something, anything, but was stopping himself, which lowkey worried you because from what you heard Bakugou's supposed to be very vocal

× maybe he was glad to be out of the shelter, you know you'd be

× you get home and he follows you to your house, again giving him another chance to bolt somewhere away from you but c'mon both of you knew he'd outrun you so why force him, just let him take his time

× "So this is your room" shook him to the core, legit he just stood silent in the hallway as you presented your house calmly

× sniffing around

× so much sniffing around, tail low while he checked every corner

× once he did decide to check his bedroom, he closed the door leaving you to set everything up

× what you didn't know is that he looked around, shaking with anger

× this is what normal people have?

× sat on the edge of the most confortable bed he's ever had and hoped the idiots of his friends managed to get something like this too

× and the shitshow began when you called him for dinner

× not enough salt, not enough spices

× he was a pain in the ass and as he let go, little by little you started to see him for who he was

× this, this was Bakugou Katsuki, the guy that started to scold you because of the seasoning of the food

× it formed a bond between you, the start of you seeing his real personality

× a Mom™

× slowly started owning the house, although you found it hilarious

× next day you found him cooking breakfast with such an ease it shocked you to the core

× "The fuck you lookin' at?" as he puts a plate of pancakes in front of your

× you just lowkey uwu when you realize he's waiting for your approval as you ate and I swear to you, best pancakes ever

× chest puffed when you complimented his food and this was the first time he mentioned something about his past; seems he had to cook for everyone at the fighting ring he was at, but he didn't mention more

× talking about his past took forever, putting together bits and pieces he mentioned, yet they were so little

× he'd go silent after mentioning his [what you assumed] friends

× if you asked or pressed too much he'd click his tongue or snap at you

× not everything was dandy though; yes, he was a good roommate, but he did have THE attitude

× but not as the people at the shelter made it to be, like he'd snap at you from time to time but it would get better as he'd start to trust you

× ok, ok, hear me out,,,,

× play with his hair

× it happened by accident; you started to have this tradition after a couple of months of living together: movie nights

× he really liked action stuff but both your dirty secret was watching those shitty horror movies and make fun of everyone in them, so every Friday Night was Movie Night

× he just threw himself on the couch and his hair looked puffy and those adorable wolf ears were twitching, you straightforwardly asked him if you could play with it

× [ask if you don't want your hand bit off]

× he scoffed

× silence

× when he nodded and looked away, you squealed and started scratching, just playing with his hair, mindlessly doing so while snickering at the TV when movement caught your attention

× he was wiggling his tail softly

× you guys never mentioned it but now he sits down on the sofa head close to you on a pillow and wait for them god sent scratches; will 100% roll his eyes and scoff at you when you start, acting like YOU want this

× TERRITORIAL AS FUCK

× seriously glares at whoever comes inside the house

× has a problem with every single soul since they dirty his home

× you don't notice it first but he finally starts calling your house home and that's the ultimate progress

× boy had a lot of hardships in his life so he appreciates what he has

× yet it is very, very hard to gain his trust at first

× when you finally do though? he's a loyal friend forever

× he's thankful to have you

× will never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever tell you

× his actions speak for him

× you're part of his pack now

× but seriously wash the dishes or you'll die.

[moondustaeil]

jcc , johnny suh

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ✧☾.·:·. jcc, get ready with me

⠀ ⠀⠀ about

⋅  genre : vlogger au : fluff 

⋅  characters : Johnny x reader

⋅  word count : 1.4k

⋅  Episode 2 of the jcc series [ep 1]

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⠀ ⠀⠀ summary

⋅  This week in Johnny’s communication center : getting ready with Johnny and y/n. (bonus : revealing Johnny’s abs) 

“Hey guys, this is another episode of JCC, Johnny’s communication center,”

The intro to his weekly videos started with the same sentence but a different voice. While you narrated the short intro to start the video officially, the host of the show itself was still peacefully asleep on his side of the bed. “It’s y/n” you whispered in a softer voice as you walked into your bedroom, revealing a glimpse of Johnny as only his head popped up from under the warm covers. “Johnny is still asleep even though we planned to film” you explained to the camera, knowing viewers would want to know why you were the one to introduce everything. “So, let’s wake him up now ~” you whispered before placing the camera somewhere stable. 

“John, wake up” you whispered as you bent down slightly to get to the right level, shaking his blanket-covered shoulder just lightly. Every few seconds that passed, your hand shook his shoulder again as you wished this wouldn’t be as hard as it was on other days. “C’mon Johnny, wakey” you whispered in his ear, the tone of your voice going up when two hands unexpectedly gripped your waist lightly. A tired grumble left Johnny’s lips as he tried to pull your body onto the bed for lazy morning cuddles, or something less fluffy than that.  Though before the camera could capture the needy side of your boyfriend, you informed him about the video he had planned to film. “Fuck, that’s true,” he said quietly, hugging your waist while he slowly sat up in bed. 

A few minutes of waist hugging and tired mumbled later, Johnny finally managed to throw the covers off of himself and get up from his soft bed. “Good morning Joh-fam” he said as he rubbed his eyes with one hand before moving the other hand to wave towards the camera. “Today me and y/n are showing you how we get ready. Or well, our morning routine” he explained, his voice changing in the process of losing his tiredness. He took your hand and pulled you right next to him in the view of the camera, both of your unmatched nightclothes coming into view. 

“We woke up like this” you said as you looked at Johnny, the bed hair present but the cute smile on his lips was what drew your attention more than anything else. At your words, Johnny hummed in approval while looking down at you just like you were looking at him. “We’ll skip Johnny’s fashion evaluation. We look like trash” he said with a chuckle, his arm wrapped around your waist while he took a pose to certify himself as official morning look trash. Perhaps it could be the thumbnail, but that would be up to which moment he found most memorable throughout editing it. “Now, let’s start. Go!” he said louder, playfully pushing you into the direction of the bathroom while he got the camera from the dresser. 

Once in the bathroom, Johnny placed down the camera again on the counter next to the sink, making sure both of you were coming into view while you individually and yet together got ready for the day. “First, we’ll shower. Together to save water and time” he announced, playfully covering the camera for a second so that you could already get undressed and hidden behind the shower curtain. When you were hidden, he got rid of his remaining pieces of clothing and got under the shower as well. It was a part that would be cut out of the video anyway, deleted before anyone else could have access to it because privacy mattered to both of you. As short as the shower was, it was still spent with a couple of soft kisses here and there, and jokes about romantically washing each other in a future video. But once out of the shower, your bodies were quickly covered by towels except for Johnny’s chest.

“After showering, we both do our skincare routine. So let’s do that now” you introduced the segment quickly as you stood in front of the bathroom mirror, more out of sight than Johnny who didn’t mind flexing his abs in front of the camera while he applied the toner to his face, slapping sounds being recorded as his hands carelessly slapped the skin of his cheek. “Aren’t you jealous of the Joh-fam for seeing my chocolate factory?” he asked with a laugh, once again lightly pushing you to get your attention. You shook your head after thinking about it for a small second “not really, Willy Wonka gave some free tickets. So I guess some can enjoy the show with me” you replied, shrugging casually at your own remark even if it left your boyfriend in a fit of laughter. 

Skincare was followed by getting dressed, but the way from the bathroom to the bedroom was filled with endless teasing from you about the way Johnny’s hips swayed or from Johnny who teased you about the way you changed your walking because you knew the camera was capturing everything. “Today’s concept?” you asked Johnny as you held the camera to his wardrobe, the white towel contrasting against the color of his toned stomach. You heard Johnny let out a hum while he was thinking, moving the clothes hangers back and forth in search for some clothes. “Simple, after this y/n and I are going to film another video so we have to dress along to the concept of that video” he explained without revealing the next thing that would appear in another episode or in a random vlog of his. “So where are we going then?” you asked as Johnny got himself some clothes out of the wardrobe, changing his clothes without revealing more than wanted. “That’s a secret Joh-fam, you don’t have to make y/n ask,” he said with a chuckle, taking over the camera from you once he was dressed. 

“y/n is dressing in the same concept as I am” Johnny explained but focused on all the pieces of clothing that were in your wardrobe, just to give you your privacy while you were getting changed. Once again he moved his long arm to snoop through the hangers of clothing you had, pulling faces that represented the feeling he had by the different kinds of clothes. “Don’t you have a secret wedding outfit in here?” he asked teasingly, focusing the camera on your face for only a split second. You shook your head with a laugh. “No, I’m still waiting for someone to pop the question” you replied with a wink towards the camera, leaving Johnny in another fit of laughter. It was hard not to make him laugh at anything, everything that happened was like a little spark of happiness that formed in bubbles of laughter from Johnny. “I don’t know if that makes you basic or extra” he replied, ruffling your hair playfully as you finished off getting dressed.  

“So now that we’re done with our get ready with us, we should end the video right?” you asked as you plopped down next to Johnny on the bed, your head resting against his arm while he focused the camera on both of you. “I’m not ready yet” Johnny protested, his head tilting to let it rest on top of yours. A moment like this would also be nice for the thumbnail, but due to the intimacy, Johnny hadn’t thought about that yet. “What? How so, we did everything?” you asked with a confused frown on your face, in your mind trying to recall everything you would normally do while getting ready in the morning. “I didn’t get my morning kiss,” he said, lips pouted outwards to show sadness but at the same time beg for the morning kiss he didn’t receive. As a response, he received an eye roll from you but before he could comment on that, you gave him the morning kiss he had lacked in the past half hour or more. 

“good morning Johnny” you whispered against his lips, about to pull back until he placed his hand on the back of your neck to let the kiss linger for some extra seconds. “Good morning y/n” he whispered back before ending the soft kiss.

“and peace out Joh-fam, look forward to the next episode”

[random-imagines-blog]

All I Need {Colossus x Reader One Shot}

Requested by: Anonymous Wordcount: 2494 Summary: After Piotr helps you get out of a humiliating situation, your best friend Beast advises you to come clean with your feelings.

‘You have got to be kidding me’, you thought to yourself. Enclosed in small spaces was uncomfortable under the best circumstances, but being in a cage that was made for a cat? You just hoped that someone back at the school was able to track you despite your animal frame. You walked in a circle, your four black paws balancing carefully on the metal bars that made up all sides of the enclosure. You weren’t the only one in the back of the van - there were a couple of dogs, other cats ... and what smelled like a ferret. The humane society was on a roll today. Normally you would applaud them for getting animals off the streets and trying to find them good homes - but they picked up the wrong cat today. You sniffed at the metal, picking up the scents of all the other scared and alone animals that had been in this cage - and then sat down to accept your fate. Having the power to turn from your normal human self to any animal that you wanted, as long as you had touched it, was amazing. The unfortunate downside was that you always had to turn back into a human before you could shift again.

Hence why you were stuck in this damn cage instead of turning yourself into a mouse or a bird and escaping.

When the van got to the shelter, a large man took  hold of your crate gently and brought you inside. You smelt faint traces of honeysuckle on his hands. A gardener, perhaps, in his spare time. That was kind of cute. As a cat, you did have a good sense of smell, not as much as a dog but less overwhelming than one. You played the part, licking at the man’s fingers and he praised you for being such a ‘pretty kitty’. “I’d adopt you myself if I didn’t already have four of ya,” He sighed. At least you found a friendly animal-catcher, and not a brute like in the movies.

You were transferred over to a woman who started up water in a small bathtub. This was going to be your chance. They were going to let you out for a bath. You leaned forward, shaking your little behind and your tail when -

When she held onto you and didn’t give you a chance to change because you might hurt her. And you would definitely break the tub. So as grumpy as you were, you had to endure getting washed and scrubbed down by a younger woman. And then was the check for mites, for ticks, for fleas, for anything that might be on your body. But you were clean, thank God. You had caught fleas before, and they tried to stick on you, even when you were human again.

And then back into the crate you were, all shiny and ready for people to come looking at you. You paced back and forth, waiting for Hank or for Charles or for anyone really to come looking for you. You would even have put up with Logan if it got you out of here. But an hour later, it turned out so much better than that.

The footsteps were familiar, for you listened for them every dinner at time. They were heavy, in their boots, unmistakable. You ran immediately for the front of the cage, sticking your paws out, trying to get his attention. You waved them in a way that the animal shelter woman found adorable, and cooed over, and recommended you to him. Colossus - otherwise known as Piotr Rasputin; and the man that you had a huge crush on and turned into a wreck around - stopped and crouched down in front of you. You did your best to look into his eyes and scream ‘it’s me, it’s me!’ You even purred, but that wasn’t entirely voluntary.

“Yes, I will take this one,” He said with a nod. The worker was very pleased, and once more, you thought that you were about to get your chance of freedom but she put you into a little carrier bag for Piotr to carry with his shoulder, like a purse. This one was even smaller than the cage, but at least you were able to lay down on the fluffy blanket inside.

Everything was bright when you were brought back out into the sunshine, and then dark as you were put into another van. The backseat this time. Piotr unzipped the bag and you walked out of it, settled on the seat, then turned back into your human self. Usually this meant that you were naked, but thanks to the special suits that Hank had made, it was able to work with your mutation so you were dressed in it as you stretched out to your human form. You stretched out your legs and then your arms.

“We should petition them to make their cages more comfortable. I think Charles would fund it, what do you think?” You asked to Storm, who was driving one of the school vans.

“I think we ought to microchip you,” She said, only somewhat amused. “Like a real pet. How did you end up at an animal shelter again?”

“I thought I was being clever and chasing down a lead,” You mumbled. “I knew I should have turned into a squirrel instead. Or even a cute little chipmunk, it’s the right season.”

“But you went with the cutest black kitty-cat that was going to get all of the attention?” Piotr questioned.

“When you say it like that, it does sound stupid...” You sighed, looking out the window. “You thought I was cute though?”

“All cats are cute,” Piotrr said with a smile. Well, wasn’t that just enough to make your heart melt, and imagine a cat being the flower-girl for your wedding. Oh what a union it would be.

“Next time, don’t get caught. I had lend Piotr a hundred dollars to adopt you,” Storm said, making you look at her in surprise.

“I’m worth a hundred dollars, that’s sweet,” You said with a smile. It was a nice thought, knowing that you were worth some cash. She gave you a look in the rearview mirror that told you she didn’t think that was all that cute. “Alright, I’ll pay you back Ororo, thanks.”

-

“I hear you go caught by the humane society,” Hank said as you entered his lab. You took a seat in one of his chairs, extra large to fit his big, furry frame, and started to spin.

“Yeah, but that’s not the best part,” You said, biting down on your lower lip.

“I don’t know, I’d say that’s pretty funny,” He said, chuckling, pushing his glasses back up onto his face. He was doing something with a microscope. Blood samples, probably. Your blood fascinated him in particular, because when it was taken while you were an animal, it would show as animal blood. Everything, down to your very inner cells, changed.

“Okay, it was a bit hilarious. Though very claustrophobic. We should do some protests about that by the way. It is not fun to be in one of those cages.”

“They weren’t built with human comfort in mind. But go on, please,” He twirled his finger at you, as he peered down at some slides.

“I was a cat, and they didn’t even give me a damn toy. I feel clean though. Anyways - the best part was that our dear Colossus-”

“Your dear Colossus,” Hank corrected but you continued on.

“- said that I was the cutest kitty-cat. I wonder if he meant that. I mean, I know I make a  damn cute cat but I didn’t really think that he was a cat person.”

“Wow. Something you don’t know about him. Shocking,” Hank said, sounding completely sarcastic. You stopped your chair from spinning by putting your foot on the ground, then used it to kick him.

“Don’t make me turn into a bee and sting you. I know you’ve got sensitive skin under all that hair,” You threatened. Hank sighed, looked away from his microscope, and took off his glasses, tossing them on the desk.

“You’ve been like this for over a year now, y/n. Why not just talk to him? What’s the worse that could happen?” He questioned. You tapped your finger against your chin, your mind going through the possibilities.

“Rejection is a pretty bad thing. Oh, and laughter. If he laughs at me, I’m just going to be a penguin in the arctic. It’s going to take a lot of ice to get rid of that burn.”

“Look, you’re torturing yourself. You’re torturing me. I even started to dream of him,” Hank grumbled which made you start to laugh. He didn’t mind that. He was just glad you were able to smile after thinking about rejection. “So just ... go tell him how you feel? And if you chicken out, just turn into the cute cat he likes so much.”

-

You flew back and forth in front of Piotr’s room, turning into a hummingbird because of how fast, yet quiet, it was. You didn’t want him to hear any pacing footsteps as you thought of what you were going to say.

‘Okay, what about ... I thought I’d quit Stalin? No, that’s ridiculous. And probably offensive,’ you thought, flitting back and forth. A couple of other mutants walked past you, looked at the floating bird, then continued on their business. There was enough madness around here without them having to stick their nose in more. ‘Do I just go Russian in? No, no, that’s probably racist.’

Hank walked by, looking at some papers and not paying much attention to where he was going. Not until you flitted by his ear, anyway. He looked around, noticed where he was, then saw you and sighed. “You’re welcome,” He muttered, knocking on Piotr’s door, then rushed away, leaving you awestruck. You had just enough time to turn into your human self before the door opened, and Piotr stood there with only his track pants on, and no shirt. Hubba hubba.

“Hello, y/n,” He said with a smile that reached all the way up to his eyes. It might have something to do with just being a small bird, but you somehow felt very heavy as you stood there.

“H-Hi,” You said, smiling in return. “Do you think that we could maybe talk for a minute? I want to tell you something.”

“Yes, yes, come in,” He said, moving to the side. You took a couple of steps into his room and looked around. You never actually went in it before, though you’ve had the chance to turn into an insect and go through the ducts. He at least deserved his privacy. It smelled like him, you noticed. A bit like a gym. A tinge of sweat, of metal. “What do you need to say?”

You met his eye nervously. His eyebrows were lifted, anticipating whatever news you had for him. You put your hands behind your back, clasping them, trying to hide how sweaty your palms were getting.

“I just wanted to say...” You started, looking away from him. The pressure was mounting. You could feel your heart beating from your stomach. “Uhh.. thanks for picking me up from the animal shelter! Those cages sure were itty bitty.”

“You’re welcome,” Piotr said with a smile. He always made you feel so welcomed - which was why you were kicking yourself for actually saying the words ‘itty bitty’. “Is that all?”

“No, no, there’s something else. Something that I guess I’ve been meaning to tell you for a while.” You bounced on the balls of your feet, and shook out your palms, trying to get the sweat off. You looked up at the ceiling as if trying to find the answer to a difficult test. You really couldn’t look at Piotr. “Okay, so... I think you’re really hot.”

“Hot?” Piotr asked. You could imagine his face, that adorable little confused expression. No, don’t look damnit, that’ll get you even more tongue-tied.

“Oh yeah. You’re definitely a babe. And I might have had a thing for you for a while. And I wasn’t going to tell you about it but Hank told me that I should. I should have known better than to take his advice, I guess. For a scientist, he can be real dumb sometimes. And now we’re never going to work together because you know that. So good afternoon, good evening, goodnight and good life.”

“Wait, wait wait,” Piotr said, blocking the doorway before you could make a motion to move. He put his arm out, making an actual block, with it turning metal so you couldn’t bend it away. “You have a thing for me? A good thing?”

“I mean, I think it feels like a good thing but that doesn’t necessarily mean...” You rambled on. “Can you just let me go? I’m already a prisoner of embarrassment, don’t need to be one of you too.”

“You are not prisoner here, you are always welcome,” Piotr said, standing right in front of you so that you could not avoid looking at him. “I have a thing too.”

“Well, yeah, have you noticed that a lot of us mutants are really attractive? Like Ororo is stunning, and Kitty, and then you got-”

“You talk too much,” He said with a smirk. “I have a thing for you. When you’re you and when you’re cute little kitty-cat.”

“Hmmm,” You said, attempting to play it cool, but you knew your mouth wasn’t going to go along with that plan. “Does that mean you want to go out sometime with me? Not to the animal shelter because if you need cuddles, I’m your kitty-cat.”

Piotr let out a large laugh at that, his hand going to his stomach to hold himself together. “My kitty-cat, huh?”

“I can be an elephant too, we can see how strong you are if I step on you.”

“You wouldn’t do that, you like me too much,” He said, putting his metal arm around you. It wasn’t as heavy as you thought that it would be. He probably wasn’t putting much weight on you. You were a shifter, not a super-strengther. “Is it almost dinner time?”

“Not even close, but I could make us a late lunch?”

“We’ll make a date of it.” Piotr grinned. And there went your heart again, flipping and flopping as if it were shoes on a beach.

[pinkykitten]

boyfriend and girlfriend outing

- anonymous Hello, Ki!! 😊💖 Can I request a Lance Mcclain (Voltron) x shy female human reader fluffy oneshot about they are going to the swimsuit shopping at space mall? 🥰🥰💖💖 How would Lance reacts to shy female human reader trying on/modeling swimsuit for him? 🥰😂🤣💖 I really love to see Lance is blushing mess near her!!! 🥰🥰💖💖

- anonymous Can I request a Voltron fluffy oneshot about how would Lance Mcclain reacts to his shy female human reader wears his jacket? 🥰🥰💖 I bet he will be blushing mess to her cuteness, haha. 😂🤣💖 Bonus: fluff/general prompts #2: “aw, you’re so cute.” (only Lance) and #22: “i love you.” (only reader) 🥰💖 Please??😁😁💖  prompt(s):  “aw, you’re so cute.”  “i love you.” 

pairing: lance mcclain x female! reader words: 1,602 genre: fluff, romance, comedy, requested, prompt, one-shot

a/n: sorry guys i have written in a while ive been soooo busy atm so hopefully i can write more for you guys. its been a minute since ive written for vld and i so totally miss it esp my cuban bby. yes we all can agree it ended like poo but thats why moi is here to help w canon and make it a thousand times better bc im a miracle worker duh. ty guys fr for reading my stuff, following and reblogging my stories i really appreciate it. 

It was in order- in your mind to take time off for yourself. Getting up every morning at 5 to train hard your mind and body. All you wanted was one day to enjoy having fun and being a teenager. 

You giggled at your pathetic bucket list. To think on yours it would say go out to a mall or market when back on earth that was something so insignificant and so easy to accomplish. But you hadn’t done something exciting and something for yourself in a while. 

You practically begged Shiro to let you to go to the mall today. After much butting he finally gave in. You knew pouting your lip out and whining almost like a puppy would do the trick. 

You didn’t waste time in getting dressed and doing your makeup. You wanted to look fierce on your day out. 

A knock was heard on your bedroom door. 

“Where are you going?” Lance, your boyfriend raised his brow as he stood by your doorway, arms crossed. He was a bit jealous that you were going out looking so hot and you hadn’t invited him. 

“I’m going to the mall,” you applied lipstick. 

“Without me?” He pouted. 

You chuckled and went to hug him, squeezing hard. “What are you waiting for then? Get ready? We’re having a date.”

Going into the mall- it already made a huge smile on your face. The smells reminded you of home. Food, perfumes, creams, the clothing were of different colors and of different alien races customs. It was like a walking into a whole different world. 

Lance giggled as he saw your face and scooped you up, kissing all over your cheeks. “Aw, you’re so cute, you know that. What do you want to try first?”

You sniffed the air and couldn’t get rid of a cinnamon smell. As you went onward you saw what that smell was. 

“Doughnuts!” You were almost salivating. Grabbing Lance’s hand you raced to the stand. 

You and Lance shared a huge doughnut and Lance smudged some frosting onto your face. You tried pushing him away and all he did was tickle you. It was like a fight and as much of a flaco he was he still got a hold of you. 

“I’m gonna get you Lance,” you gave a hearty laugh. 

You climbed on Lance’s back and ordered him like a pony to go to the arcade. There were so many games there your eyes lit up with the bright neon lights and colors. 

“I want to try this.” It was a game of getting a hammer and hitting mini Prince Lotor’s. You and Lance were up against each other and of course you won. 

“You cheated,” Lance pointed an accusatory finger at you. 

You stuck your tongue out, “you just suck.”

Lance rolled his eyes and walked away pretending he didn’t know you. 

You guys hopped on a motorcycle game, Lance went first and you jumped in his lap and he taught you how to play. 

Next, was the perfume store. You bathed Lance in cologne as he twirled around, and rubbed himself on you. 

As you were walking onward you spotted a swim suit store. You were fighting with yourself if you should go or not because you were a bit shy around Lance but you decided to go because you would probably never come back again. 

“Let’s go in this store please,” you asked shyly. 

Lance didn’t want to show it too much but he was so excited to see how beautiful you would look in swim suits, especially bikinis. He saw how much you wanted to go in and he couldn’t and would never say no.

“Of course gorgeous,” he smirked and acted all charming. 

“You sit here and wait,” you pushed him onto the couch in the waiting room and fled to each aisle, picking up the ones you wanted. 

The store owner waved her tentacles around and glanced at Lance, “are you here for you?”

“It’s actually for my girlfriend.” He said proudly. “She’s special.” 

“Alright Lance,” you sang as you brought them in the room and tried one on. “This one I call Florida weather.”

You jumped out and the one piece had oranges on it. You modeled and pretended to peel an orange and eat it. 

Lance clapped and nodded his head, “that’s so cute!”

“Next!” You shimmied your way in the room again and put on a swimsuit that was adorned with a skirt and it was bedazzled. It looked so trashy and made for a grandma. It was the furthest thing away from sexy. You chuckled as you looked at your reflection. Lance was really going to love this. “What do you think about this one babe? I think this will be your favorite.”

“Let me see girl!” Lance bounced on the souls of his feet in anticipation.

“Tada!” You danced out, shaking your hips. “My name is abuelita.”

Lance was surprised to say the least but he clutched his stomach, bending over laughing. “Oh my God, you do!”

“Do you think this is flattering?” You strut your stuff and flung your leg out like a show girl. 

“I still think you look great sweetheart.” Lance grabbed your hips and kissed your lips.

Lance was the perfect boyfriend to you. Even though you looked like an old lady from the 80s, Lance thought you still looked perfect and that made you have fireworks in your tummy. He always knew what to say. “Alright, but I got one more!” You ran back to your room and lifted up the dark blue bikini. Was your body perfect? No. Did you care? No. You thought you were beautiful in your size and no body was perfect. It was for you and Lance loved you no matter what. As you pulled the straps up, you checked yourself out in the mirror. “Perfect.”

“Are you done baby?”

“Yes, I think you’re going to really love this one.” The beating of your heart was rapid as you thought of his opinions. Would he like it? You tiptoed out of the room and rubbed your arm sheepishly. “Do you like it?”

Lance was flabbergasted. Not because he never thought you would look that way but because of how perfect and beautiful you were. He was star struck. His eyes widened and shined bright like jewels. His mouth was wide open. His heart grew more large for the love he felt for you. You were his baby! 

“Well!” You crossed your arm, beginning to feel shy and bashful at his loss for words. 

Lance covered his mouth, “And I have the audacity to live.”

You shook your head as you giggled like a girl with her crush. It was kind of true he was your crush but he was also your boyfriend so you scored. Lance was so extra!

“My baby is so sexy oh my God!” He shouted so loud- everyone in the store glanced over your guys way.

“So this one is a buy?” 

“Heck ya! I’m buying this for you babe. You look so smokin in this like por tu madre, my girl gonna look good!”

As you both were walking out to go back to the ship. It was night time already and the sky was a dark purple. The stars looked like diamonds sprinkled on a painting. It made you have a warm feeling in your tummy to know that you were one of the many brave souls that traveled up there to save lives. The air was cool and the trees swayed in the wind. 

Hand in hand with Lance, you walk on the cobblestone, trying to balance as you place one foot in front of the other. The wind that blows by makes you shake and shiver. Goosebumps rise on your skin and Lance takes notice. 

“Baby, you’re cold?”

You didn’t want to seem weak so you shook your head. “No, I’m okay. Just the wind.”

Lance looked the other way, shy, as he stripped his jacket off and enveloped you in the warmth. 

You loved cuddling with it, the soft inside fabric tickled your cheek, and it smelled of his perfect self. You tried to hug the jacket subtly without his detection but Lance saw and became a bashful mess. You bit the inside of your cheek, not looking into his eyes because of your embarrassment. “It’s so warm,” your lips turned into a small, satisfied smile. 

“It looks amazing on you,” Lance said breathless. 

“Oh wait!” You paused as you sprinted to an open field.

“What are you doing, Y/N?” 

After a few minutes you ran back to Lance. 

“What did you do?”

You brought out a daisy, kissed it, and gave it to Lance. “A present for you, my Lance.”

Lance couldn’t contain his love for you. He lifted you up and twirled you in his arms. “You are defiantly my girl.” He put you on his back as you both traveled back to the ship. 

On his back, you hugged him tightly, nuzzling into his hair, kissing the back of his neck. “I love you.” You whispered your heart and soul into his ear. 

“I love you princess.” Lance kissed your hands as you started drifting off to the rocking of his steps. His breathing a peaceful melody in your ear. You needed the day to get out and have fun and just be you with Lance. As the day was ending your smile became wide as you thought about how perfect this day was and it was with the most perfect boy. 

[atomic-taco-muffin]

The Lost Princess Chapter 68

Warnings: I think it’s fluff/angst

Rating: SFW

In the Badlands on the outskirts of the Keyblade Graveyard, two figures stood atop thirteen pillars of earth. Both in black cloaks, the man with blue hair spoke first.

“Humanity is a precious gift. And yet you desire to return to the Organization?” he said. 

“Oh, yes...of course. One eradication at Axel's hands was enough to learn where NOT to place my trust,” the second figure said. 

“He gave you a second lease on life.” 

“He ripped me away from the one thing I care about. I don't require humanity. Give me my research. I must see it to fruition, no matter the cost.”

“The replicas.” 

“Yes.” The hooded man laughed. “Soon they will replace, not just replicate. Given a heart, they can become just as real as any human.” 

“What excellent tidings. I would hate to think we invited you back into our ranks only for you to fail to deliver our final vessel...” The man takes off his hood, revealing the yellow eyes and ashy blond hair of... “Vexen.” 

“But remember...” Vexen said. 

“Of course.” 

“Protect the royal bloodline,” the both of them said. 

~~~~

You and the others sailed the Gummi Ship to a world of doors and monsters. The stars twinkled in the night sky as you all walked towards a large factory building taking in the sights. Sora stopped, turning around...There was something different about you all. As you and the others finally got a glimpse of one another, you all jumped back in fright, summoning your weapons. Sora held his Keyblade tightly, facing you and the others. He took a moment to distinguish the features of you and the others. But the thing was, you and the girls looked normal. 

‘Right, they’re Spirits. They can’t change forms that quickly,’ he said in his head.

“Wha...? D-Donald...Goofy...Sora...Vanitas...Why do you guys look like monsters?” you asked.

“Yeah, you’re really creeping us out,” Roxy said. 

“Although, Sora and Vanitas look kind of cute,” Rumi said. 

“Yeah, you got a point there,” Yui said. Sora had sports gray striped fur all over his body, a brand new tail, claws and spiky ears. Vanitas was the same way but had a darker color. Donald walked forward, lowering his wand. His feathers were now blue skin, his webbed feet now three-toed claws. His beak showed two fang-like protrusions as his tail ended in a spike, and two small purple wings stuck out from his back. He peered at Goofy from his single large eye. Goofy, on the other hand, now had two different sized and colored eyes, teal spotted skin and huge claws. Sora looked down at himself.

“Seriously? Is THIS how we blend in here?” he asked. 

“That's right. It's about time you caught on,” Donald said. You all walked closer to Sora, who scratched his face.

“Could you guys take a few steps back? You're givin' me the heebie- jeebies. Except you girls. You’re not creepy,” he said. 

“Yeah. Especially you Goofy. You’re really freaking me out,” Vanitas said. 

“YOU take a step back!” Donald yelled. Sora cowered, sparking a chuckle from Goofy.

“Come on, I think our new look could turn out to be lots of fun!” he said, causing Rumi to hide behind you. Sora and Vanitas shrugged and looked back up at the building. A large symbol of a M with an eye inside was stamped on the outside of the factory.

“Wonder what kind of weirdos live here...” Sora said. Goofy crouched next to Donald to whisper in his ear.

“Who'da thunk he'd get so creeped out?” he asked. Donald and Goofy giggled as you, Vanitas, Sora, and the girls read the words above the entranceway. There was scaffolding set up over the left side of the message.

“It says, ‘We Scare Because We Care’?” you asked. 

“That's odd,” Yui said. 

“Doesn't sound very caring,” Rumi said. 

“If they look like us, then they could be trouble. I think we'd better investigate,” Vanitas said. You and the others entered the factory doors and in the large lobby, you all saw two strange creatures. One very large and fuzzy and the other small and green. The larger one was holding a young toddler, causing you all alarm.

“Oh no!” Goofy said. 

“Weeee!” the toddler said. The girl poke out from over the monsters arms. She was wearing an oversized pink shirt and had tiny pigtails.

“Boo!” she said. The big monster turned around and saw you and your team, the little girl squirming in his fluffy claws.

“Hmm? I wonder who those guys are. And I wonder why there’s four human girls with them,” he said. The little green monster looked up at the big one through his single giant eyeball.

“What?! Careful, Sulley. If they see the K-I-D...” he said. 

“It's fine. We got nothing to hide.” 

“But you're the CEO! You set the example.” Sulley caved and set the girl on the floor as the green thing ran over to you and your team, waving his little arms.

“Guys! Guys, it's not what it looks like. Okay, listen. That kid over there just popped out of nowhere!” he said. He slammed his fist into his hand and you all gave him disapproving looks.

“We gotta call the CDA. Uh... It's a...uh... Oh yeah, a Code 835!” the monster said. Sora and Vanitas pointed his Keyblade at him causing him to clam up.

“Are you trying to scare that little girl?” Sora asked. Sulley raised an eyebrow.

“Yes! I mean, no no no!” the green monster said as he waved his arms frantically. “We're done with scare power. Nobody's gettin' scared.” 

“Mike, take it easy,” Sulley said. 

“You should too, guys. Ya see? She's happy!” Rumi said as she allowed the toddler to play with her bunny ears.

“Bunny!” she said. The toddler giggled and ran up to Sulley and bounced in front of him, who pet her on the head, making her giggle.

“Oh,” Vanitas said. He and Sora chuckled sheepishly as they and Donald put away their weapons. They walked up to the girl and crouched down.

“Hello. My name is Sora.” 

“And I’m Vanitas.” 

“Boo!” the girl said as she trotted over to them. 

“Oh, is that your name? Nice to meet you, Boo,” Sora said. She screamed excitedly, making Rumi’s heart melt. 

“Hold on! You guys really aren't afraid of humans?” Mike said. 

“You do see us, right?” Roxy asked. 

“Mike Wazowski,” Boo said. She pointed at Donald, who jumped in surprise, staring at her with his cyclops eye.

“Come on, Boo! I'M Mike Wazowski,” Mike said. 

“Mike Wazowski.” She continued pointing at Donald, waving her arm up and down. Sulley laughed.

“Well, you can see the resemblance. That googly bear eye,” he said. 

“What's going on? I'm Donald Duck!” 

“Mike Wazowski!” Boo said. Sora and Vanitas smiled as she started chasing Donald around the room.

“A-hyuck! I'm Goofy.” 

“I’m (Y/N).”

“The name’s Roxy.”

“I’m her twin sister, Yui.” 

“And I’m Rumi!” 

“We’re Spirits!” you and the girls said. 

“Well, my name's Sulley. And this is--”

“Oh, we know. Mike Wazowski, right?” you said. 

“How come you girls look normal?” Sulley asked. 

“It’s part of our Spirit powers,” you and the girls said. Boo jumped out from behind you as you all laughed, but soon hid behind Sulley nervously.

“What's the matter, Boo?” he asked. Behind Donald, Negaverses appeared. You and your team rushed to the danger, summoning your weapons.

“Negaverses!” Donald and Goofy said. 

“Why do these always have to ruin the moment?” Roxy asked. 

“‘Cause they’re bad guys and that’s what they do,” you said. Sulley and Mike hid Boo behind the lobby desk.

“Stay here. Kitty will be back,” Sulley said. Boo nodded and hid.

“Those guys are right, Sulley. This has got ‘bad news’ written all over it,” Mike said. 

“Yeah, we gotta keep Boo safe.” 

“I’m on it!” They ran back to you and your team in the fray, quickly disposing of the troublesome creatures. Sulley gave Mike a high-five.

“All right!” Sulley said. 

“Nice, Sulley. Even with those extra pounds you put on,” Mike said. 

“Heh, still runnin' circles around you, butterball.” Boo poke out from her hiding place.

“Kitty!” she said. Sulley shuffled over to Boo as you and your team kept vigilant.

“So, any idea who those guys were?” Mike asked. 

“Those are called Negaverses. They’re creatures that try and possess Spirits such as us,” you said. 

“Yeah. But they can also possess non-Spirits as well,” Yui said. 

“Uh-huh. A while back, the King fought a whole bunch of battles against 'em with the three missing Keyblade wielders,” Goofy said. 

“Wait, really?!” You and the girls asked. 

“Yeah, you didn’t know?” Vanitas asked. 

“Well, no one told us!” you said. Sulley and Mike exchanged glances and Mike shrugged.

“The same three that we're looking for? Aqua, Terra, and Ventus?” Sora asked. 

“Uh-huh. We need more dependable help than YOU!” Donald said. 

“Hey!” Vanitas noticed how you looked down and ruffled your hair.

“You doing okay?” he asked. 

“Yeah. I’m just worried about Aunt Aqua,” you said. 

“Wait, Aunt Aqua?” Roxy asked. 

“Not so much of an aunt, but more of a babysitter.” 

“I know that’s not all that’s bothering you. Is it...her?” Vanitas said. 

“Yeah.” 

“Who?!” Roxy and your friends asked. 

“I’ll tell you later.” 

“Still, how come the Negaverses are showin' up now?” Goofy asked.

“Is it because they use scream power?” Donald asked. 

“No. They must be after us. But then again, they can possess non-Spirits. So maybe they are using scream power,” Yui said. She looked over at Mike and Sulley and Mike stamped his foot.

“Hey, I told you we're through using that!” he said. Sulley nodded in agreement. “Besides, we have no idea who or what you're talking about.”

“Oh, you'd really like the King--” Sora said but you covered his mouth.

“Uh-oh!” Goofy said. 

“Order!” Donald and the twins said. You let go of Sora, who tried to rectify the suddenly awkward situation.

“Ummm...basically...we've come from far away to get rid of those creatures causing trouble. We're like...exterminators?” he said. You and your team nodded in agreement. 

“Just HOW far away?” Mike said. 

“As far as you can imagine,” Rumi said. Mike scratched his bald green head.

“Hmm... Okay, okay, let's just say we buy all that. Are those creeps dangerous?” he said.

“Extremely!” Donald said. 

“They sure gave Boo a scare,” Sulley said. Boo rubbed his fur and nodded. Mike turned to face Sulley.

“Sulley, I know you've missed her, but it's time to postpone our playdate,” he said. 

“You're right, Mikey. Let's get our girl home,” Sulley said. Mike nodded in agreement.

“What are you planning to do?” Vanitas asked. 

“It's kind of a long story...but Boo's from another world...and we gotta send her back there...to keep her safe,” Mike said. 

“Okay, then. We're gonna help you,” you said. 

“What?!” Boo reached for the floor and Sulley let her down.

“Well, obviously you can’t take down those Negaverses by yourself. If you did, you probably would get possessed by one,” Roxy said. 

“Yep. And they might try to cause more trouble, so, we wanna come along,” Sora said as he extended a hand.

“Great!” Mike said and shook his hand. “We could use a couple of exterminators around here!”

“Yeah, thanks!” Sulley said. Boo started running past the lobby and Sulley and Mike joined her, playfully roaring. Donald crossed his arms.

“You've always gotta help,” he said. 

“Hey, they need us. Besides, we need to figure out how all those Negaverses got here,” Sora said.

“I agree with Sora,” you said. 

~Le Time Skip b/c I’m Lazy AF~

“And that takes care of that!” Donald said. 

“Uh-huh,” Goofy said. You, Vanitas, Sora, and the girls gave a sheepish chuckle. Later, you all finally found Boo's door and jumped up to it, Mike and Sulley hanging from the rails.

“Okay, Boo. Time to go home. You must be tuckered out, but we'll play together real soon,” Sulley said. The rail buckled and began to slide the door along, with you and your team following on your own red door. You each gave your own excited shouts.

“What NOW?!” Mike asked. The doors arrived at the Laugh Floor, and you all jumped off as you all locked in your terminals. A hooded figure stepped toward them, sending you and your team on the defensive. The person took their hood off to reveal... 

“Mom!” Rumi said. 

“Gotta say, that strange facade had me fooled at first,” Elena said. 

“This is the part where you spout some mumbo jumbo and disappear, right?” Sora asked. Elena walked through one of the workstations.

“This whole world...was powered by scream. They converted the screams of human children into energy,” she said as she picked up one of the scream canisters. “And this very company was what made it all happen. It's as rich a source of negative emotion as we'll ever find.”

“For the last time, we already stopped doing that!” Mike said, angrily.

“Did you? Then how do you explain all these canisters of surplus scream?” Elena held up a canister. “This facility was everything I could hope for. And I was lucky enough to find a pawn whose heart was darkened by thoughts of revenge.”

“You mean Randall.” 

“All Randall ever cared about was winning. And this guy took advantage of that weakness,” Sulley said. 

“My heart is made of just one thing. And the Negaverses collected enough screams and sadness from those children to reconstruct it.”

“Yeah, and the whole time they were trashing our company in the process!” Mike said. Sulley held Mike back from rushing at Elene, but Mike struggled against the grip on his head.

“But, even with all this negative emotion, my heart is still incomplete. I need something else,” Elena said. She dropped the canister. It clanged to the ground before screaming off into the air.

“Whoa!” You and Sora said. Sulley dodged away, taking Mike and Boo with him. You all watched as the canister flew around the expansive room, bouncing off the walls until it ran out of scream and crashed to the floor. Mike and Sulley scowled as it rolled to Sora's feet.

“You know, I just realized something. The half of Vanitas that sleeps on...inside of your heart,” Elena said. Sora and Vanitas turned around and gasped as Elena held her bow and arrow just inches from them. Before she could attack, someone landed in between them.

“No...” Elena said. 

“Missed me?” the person asked. She stood up and you recognized her. 

“It’s her,” you said. 

Her outfit (but picture it black):

“I thought that you were trapped in the Realm of Darkness!” Elena said. 

“Yeah. Well, let’s just say I had a little help,” the woman said. 

“Grr, this isn’t over!” Elena then disappeared through a dark corridor. The woman sighed and turned around.

“Alright, which one of you is (Y/N) and Vanitas?” she asked. Sora and Roxy quickly pushed you and Vanitas towards her. 

“I thought so. Nice to finally meet you. The name’s Celina. I’m a Spirit. And also Xehanort’s daughter.” 

“Huh?!” you all asked.

To be continued...

[takingcourage]

A Prickly Diversion

Pairing: Jaime x MC 

Word Count: 3,600

Summary: Arden gets roped into yet another animal-related news story -- this time with Jaime along for the ride. 

Note: This piece is heavily inspired by a throwaway line from Jaime’s diamond scene in Chapter 6. In case you missed it, one tidbit to come out of the conversation is that Jaime “openly weeps” at pictures of baby hedgehogs. I’ve spent the better part of the past three weeks trying to work out how to turn that admission into a fic. Here’s hoping the result is enjoyable!  Even if it’s not, here’s some hedgehog cuteness for your viewing pleasure... 

“You’re such a lazy girl, Jinx,” Arden chastened as she returned to the living room. Kneeling down beside the couch, she smothered her face against the cat’s plush fur. Her short, polished nails made contact with Jinx’s chin, and soon the fluffy mass began to rumble in a satisfied purr. Arden settled her cheek onto the sound, sighing her own contentment.

No sooner had her eyes closed than the purring came to an abrupt stop, replaced by another noise altogether.

You’re using me as a pillow? How pathetic! Uprooting herself, the cat became little more than a blur as she dashed behind the couch.

“You and your mood swings,” Arden laughed, brushing a strand of fur from her cheek. She looked up to see Opie ambling toward her. 

Strange grumpy dog ran from nice lady. I help!

Lips cracking into a smile, Arden leaned down to scoop the puppy into her lap. “I should have started with you anyway. Your sister isn’t so great at providing affection."  

Opie propped his large paws on her shoulders before a broad tongue emerged to lick her cheeks. I help! I help!

With a laugh, she pushed the enthusiastic creature away. “Let’s stick to petting for now. I’ll take my bath later.”

The puppy hopped to the floor, returning to her side moments later with a chew toy dangling from his teeth. He dropped it into her feet before eyeing her for approval.

“Thanks, Opie.” Her smile prompted an enthusiastic wag of his tail. “I’ll treasure it.”

Arden was just getting to her knees to search for his toy squirrel when her phone vibrated across the end table. She caught it just before it fell off the edge. “If that’s anyone from work, I’m going to throw something,” she threatened while flipping the device right-side up.

Damn.

She flung Opie’s toy into the kitchen with a little more vigor than intended.  

“Hey, Aubrey. What’s up?”

The senior manager's greeting carried over the line. “Morning, Arden. I’m so sorry to bother you, but we’ve got a story coming out of Northbridge Zoo and Alec is convinced that you’re the only person who can handle it. The van is on its way to your apartment to pick you up -- it’ll be there in fifteen minutes or so.”

Knowing there was little use in arguing, Arden stood and made her way to the closet to find something that was both work appropriate and not too wrinkled --a tall order, even on days when she was anticipating going into the studio. “I’m sending him a glitter bomb. This is actually ridiculous.”

Aubrey’s deep breath implied agreement. “I tried to take it, but after the emu incident, he’s not letting anyone else cover anything to do with animals. Not that you don’t have a way them -- you’re great at dealing with animals -- but I don’t know why he thought he needed to bring you in on your day off to go look at baby hedgehogs.”

Her hand froze on the hanger, green sheath dress swaying wildly beneath the force of her surprise. 

“I can try talking with him again. It really isn’t fair for him to do this to you, especially when it’s just a routine visit and not an actual emergency.”

“No, it’s all good,” she answered quickly, tossing the dress onto her bed. “But if anyone asks, I need to make one quick stop on the way to the zoo.”

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Using one hand to corral the objects in her lap, Arden wrenched herself forward to prop open the front passenger door. Jaime was still occupied in the task of locking his front door, but she wasn’t in the mood to waste any time. The appearance of the very recognizable Northbridge News van was likely to cause a stir, especially among the handful of retirees in the community. If they made it out of this pick up without her father and half of the neighborhood coming out to investigate, she would count it a success.

“Hurry up!” she chided good naturedly as she warmed a fingerful of sculpting gel between her palms.

“Good morning to you too! Unusual ride.” If Alec has forced you into anything, he’s going to answer to me. “How ya doing, Tony?” he greeted as he climbed into the passenger seat.

Tony muttered something incomprehensible before backing out of the driveway. 

“So you got roped into this too, huh?” 

Arden combed both hands through her hair several times to add body, hoping that the resulting style looked something like her signature coiffure. This was about the level of effort she was used to putting in, but she didn’t typically have to factor bedhead into the equation. 

“It ended up being a kind of last-minute assignment,” she explained, adding to Tony’s curt nod. Her tone was casual, but guarded. She was aware that she’d be treading thin ice. “And I promise it’s going to be SO much better than the brunch plans we had to cancel to take it. You’ll see.”

“I hope you’re right.” But, Arden? I’m still not happy about Alec treating you like this. 

“Always,” she promised, leaning up to slide her fingers through his hair. “Here you go.” His thick locks were still somewhat damp from his morning shower, and the mingled smell of shampoo and styling product wafted into her nose. When did he start smelling so good? She dismissed the question as quickly as it came. 

“What’s that for?”

“Just getting rid of my extra gel. Had to get my fingers clean.” Jaime allowed his hair to remain mussed, though he brushed aside the loose strands from his forehead. Returning the tube of gel to her backpack, Arden withdrew a pair of shiny packages. “And this is why! I can’t go eating Pop-Tarts with oily hands.” Keeping one pack for herself, she extended the other to the front seat. “Trade you for a coffee.”

“You’ve got yourself a deal.” A full tumbler appeared in the space moments later, and she accepted it gratefully. “I’m guessing it’s not your first cup.”

“Just my second. I tried to sleep in this morning, but Opie came and woke me up at, like, 7:00. He was all worked up because --” she caught her tongue, glimpsing Tony listening from the driver’s seat. “He needed food and a walk.”

I take it Jinx was hiding from him again?

“And Jinx climbed into the back of the recliner,” she confirmed. “Refused to come out until she heard me pouring food.”

“It sounds like an eventful morning.” And we should probably stop talking like this. Tony is going to get suspicious.

“Yep.” She let the word serve as answer to both points, turning her attention to the makeshift breakfast in her lap. 

They arrived at the zoo shortly after Arden had finished eating. She brushed a crumb from the corner of her mouth, then set about applying a quick coat of lipstick. Her day’s look was verging on the simple side of what was acceptable, but Alec would need to be happy with whatever footage he got. It wasn’t that she didn’t care about the quality of her work, but as soon as Aubrey had mentioned the specifics of the job, another priority had shifted into prominence.

“How do I look?” she asked Jaime as he exited the vehicle behind him.

Like half the city of Northbridge is about to fall in love with you. "Newsworthy," he responded noncommittally. "Still refusing to tell me what this is for? I'm going to find out either way."

"You know I like a little pizzaz." She threw him some jazz hands and checked her appearance in the side mirror a final time. Upon moving to the back of the truck, she tossed him a bag of equipment. "Here, take this. It'll be better if they think you're part of the crew."

He received the duffle without complaint and they made their way across the sidewalk, Tony taking up the rear.

"I'll go along with this on one condition,” Jaime agreed, hiking the bag over his shoulder. 

"Name it and we'll see."

His eyes rolled upward, as if consulting the sky for patience. "Since I'm technically "helping” you with a job, would you come help me out with something once we're done? I was going to ask you to come with me anyway, but this gives a nice chance for some reciprocity." 

"You've got yourself a deal."

"I think someone named Lisa is our contact person?" Tony provided, squinting into the canopied entrance. "That's probably her right there."

A tall brunette emerged from the shadows, hand outstretched toward Arden. "Ms. Gale! I'd recognize you anywhere. You look just like you do on television," the woman's smile revealed dimpled cheeks and Arden couldn't help feeding off her positive energy.

"You must be Lisa." She eyed the name badge and extended her hand for a firm shake.

"My four-year-old loves you."

See? I told you.

Arden resisted the urge to glare in Jaime's general direction.

"She's going to flip when I tell her I met you."

"It's always a pleasure to hear I have fans. What's her name?" Arden asked, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear to distract from the overt delight in her grin. How long will it be before I’m used to this kind of thing?

"It's Evie," Lisa answered with obvious pride. “She’s a wildlife fanatic, so that story a few weeks ago -- the one with the emus -- it really won her over. Hasn’t stopped talking about you since.” 

"Well, I’ll see if I can give her a shoutout while we're on air."

"You're officially the sweetest celebrity I've ever met! Let's head on in." She waved them through, propping open the gate so they could follow her inside. "Animal lover too?"

Arden held the gate for Tony, dodging the duffle as Jaime walked in past her. "I do have a soft spot for them. I've got a dog and a cat at home to keep me company. Haven't been to the zoo in ages though -- honestly, it's been too long."

"Well, we're happy to have you here any time. Just say the word and I'll get you right in. Now, the hedgehogs are housed in our...."

Lisa's explanation continued, but Arden failed to hear it over the high-pitched screech coming from her right.

She snuck a glance at Jaime. Definitely worth keeping it a secret. 

Arden, you're the absolute light of my life. I’m still mad at Alec, but I may just let you off the hook about earlier.

"They have a full prickle of baby hedgehogs," she whispered to him as they passed through a corridor. 

“Is that what a group of them is called?”

“Uh-huh!” Her smile widened at his incredulous look. “I had to google it on the way so I’d know what I was talking about.”

“Let’s be real, Arden. You just wanted to think of puns in advance.”

She flashed him a sly smile as they followed Lisa into the learning center. That woman directed them toward the enclosure of African Pygmy Hedgehogs. Six bristly critters climbed around the habitat, spiky backs providing an adorable contrast to the soft curls of the wood shavings that surrounded them.  

“Aside from Evie, these are my pride and joy. Here’s Laurel,” Lisa pointed out the adult hedgehog, “and her babies, Tony, Steve, Natasha, Thor, and Hulk.” 

Great, I’m sharing names with a hedgehog now. Tony’s voice came from behind. 

Arden resisted the urge to address his complaint, instead asking,“Hulk? Not Bruce?” 

Lisa gave an airy laugh. “He’s always been the biggest, so it seemed more appropriate.”

“Well, they’re all adorable. Our viewers are going to love them.” Arden cocked her head toward Jaime. “What do you think?”

“Pictures don’t do them justice,” he answered simply, attention never wavering from the creatures before him. I'm not even going to hold you to that earlier agreement. We're even. More than even. 

Giggling, Arden turned back to Lisa. “This is amazing. No wonder Evie is wild about animals.” 

“Do you want to get to know them a little bit before you start filming? They’re going to be used with kids in our educational programs, so we’re trying to get them used to interacting with strangers.” 

Arden nodded, Jaime’s shriek ringing through her ears. I’m really going to have to tell him to stop thinking in sound effects. 

After a very entertaining half hour, Arden wrapped the segment. “Back to you in the studio. Stay sharp, Northbridge." She could feel Tony’s groan even before it became audible. 

"Evie's going to be saying that for weeks! Do you mind if I get a picture with you before you go?" Arden was only too happy to oblige. 

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Jaime was bursting with questions by the time Tony dropped both of them off at his house. “Be straight with me,” he began as the van pulled away. “What do hedgehogs think about?”

Arden followed Jaime into his truck, yanking the seatbelt over her shoulder as she rattled off the various things she’d overheard. “Laurel spent most of the time being worried about how their spikes looked. Hulk basically just wanted the green pepper you were feeding him. He was really into that pepper. And you remember when Thor rolled into the ball?”

“Yeah.” Shifting out of reverse provided him with the opportunity to meet her laughing eyes. 

“He just kept thinking, my feet are stuck! My feet are stuck! over and over. I almost died.” 

Jaime shook his head, lifting his hand from the gearshift to run it through his still-tousled hair. “That was the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.” 

His free hand fell between them on the bench seat, and Arden’s eyes followed the motion keenly. Does he want me to hold his hand? She couldn’t deny that the prospect intrigued her, but what if she was misreading the situation? Aware of his gaze, she scratched her cheek to diffuse the tension. 

Jaime cleared his throat. “Anyway, It’s a good thing we’re about to go mix things up with some manual labor.”

“I’m not about to do manual labor, am I?”

“Nah, you should be fine. I’m just bringing you along as a second pair of eyes. I’ll be doing the heavy lifting myself.” 

“That’s a relief,” she said, gesturing toward the skirt of her dress. “What’s the job?” 

"Remember that wedding that I helped with a few weeks ago? The couple asked me to install a mantelpiece in their new house and it's a lot easier with someone else there to make sure it’s straight. I might have you hold something in place for a minute, but it’s nothing too strenuous."

"You probably just want me to come along and drool over your muscles," she accused only half jokingly. Somehow the laugh stuck in her throat as she thought about the sight of his toned body. His v-neck wasn’t going to do much to conceal how ripped he was if there was actually any heavy lifting involved. 

"Please keep the drooling to a minimum, at least as long as we're in their house. I don't want them coming home from visiting family to find that I've left a trail of slime in their living room."

"Of course not. I'll just have to bottle up all of my awe, I suppose."

“It’s probably for the best.” They fell into easy banter for the remainder of the short drive, though Arden’s attention was divided once they pulled into the sprawling subdivision on the west side of town. The wedding venue had been enough to convince her that the couple had great taste, but somehow she hadn’t expected their neighborhood to be quite so upscale. 

“Wow,” she whispered, unable to keep her eyes from traveling up to the shutters of the second-floor windows. They pulled into the driveway of a brick house that could have easily held twenty copies of her apartment. 

“Nice, huh?” 

“I don’t think a place this big could ever feel like home,” she admitted, removing the seatbelt. 

“They’re planning to do a lot of entertaining,” he told her by way of explanation. “Receptions, fundraisers, stuff like that. A lot of this is just for show.” Jaime slid a spare key into the deadbolt. 

“I mean, it’s gorgeous, but a little much for me.” 

“Me too. You’ve seen my house,” he joked wryly.

With the click of the lock, Arden suddenly felt like they were trespassing into something sacred. This was the couple's home. Their home together. 

Even as they crossed the threshold, her overactive mind was running wild, picturing what it would be like to be entering a home she shared with Jaime. She’d come home from work to find him sketching out project designs in the dining room. He’d smile up at her and -- 

STOP! She snapped down on her inner cheek to halt the progression of that particular train of thought. You can't just go in and pretend that this is your house. You certainly can't go in pretending that Jaime is your... anything -- other than a friend.

Looking for any possible excuse for a distraction, she cast an appreciative eye over the decor and wandered ahead so that Jaime couldn't see the war that was happening on her face. "Jaime! Have you seen the kitchen? They have shiplap on this wall! I think I'm in love." Oh. Poor choice of words.

Jaime didn’t seem to notice the slip. "You wanna take a quick tour before we go to the living room? The Sanbornes won't mind. I've been in and out of here for a lot of projects to get things ready for them to move in. I could show you some of my handiwork."

"If every room is as good as the kitchen, it's going to knock my socks off."

"You're not wearing socks."

"Then you'd better hope it's impressive enough to knock my shoes off."

"It is," he uttered with confidence. Arden followed him through the lower level of the house, wondering just when his assured cockiness had crossed the line from slightly annoying to devastatingly attractive. 

Arden, get a grip. This is Jaime. You need to calm down. But the mental pep talk wasn’t enough to quiet the pounding of her heart. 

"What do you think of the crown molding in here?" Jaime inquired, flicking on the lights to the study. 

"It's too much."

"Really? I think it's pretty classy, myself."

"Sure, it's classy, but can you imagine what it's like to clean that much decorative wood? You'd spend a full day of the week just going around with a ladder and a duster."

"So you don’t dislike the look, you're just too lazy for that kind of upkeep." It was a statement rather than a question. Arden showed him the tip of her tongue.

 I'll have to remember that.

"Why would you want to remember that?"she wondered aloud.

His cheeks heated under her curious eyes. "It just seems like a good thing to keep in mind." If we ever have a house together, I’d want to make sure you liked any changes I made. 

Why is he thinking that way too? The desire to bolt from the room coursed fire through her blood. Her only option was to pretend she hadn't heard the thought, but the state of her face was likely to have already given her away. "It's nice though," she choked out finally, uncertain whether the words would prove convincing. 

Jaime worked his jaw, but moved on to the hallway. "Being in other people's houses just always reminds me of the projects waiting for me at home. I need to refinish the hardwood floors in the living room."

"You've been talking about doing that for years. That and getting rid of that  wallpaper you hate in the dining room. And refinishing the entire guest bathroom. And tearing out that wall to open up the downstairs."

"What can I say?” The boyish charm in his brown eyes was enough to stutter her pulse. “I've got a lot of plans for improvement.”

"I don’t need much.” The words were out of her mouth before she’d had a chance to think them through. Mortified, took a gulp of air and added, “My apartment is all the home I need for now, especially with Jinx and Opie.” There was no way she was ceding that kind of ground to him this afternoon. Not when her mind was already set on betraying her into thinking that there was something more than friendship behind his every action.  

What do you want, Arden? How long are we going to keep playing these games?

Mouth dry, she stumbled over her question. “Should we get going with that mantlepiece? I don’t want to take up your whole day.”

Jaime’s gaze was pensive. “Sure,” he tried, “let’s head back to the living room.” She could have sworn she heard disappointment in his tone. 

That's just the emotions talking, she told herself. Those hedgehogs broke you with their cuteness.

But the hoglets, cute as they were, couldn’t explain why so many of their recent interactions had left her with uncertainty. No, Arden thought with a pinprick of realization, this is something WAY beyond hedgehogs. 

She wasn’t sure exactly what that something was yet, but she intended to figure it out. 

[magicallygrimmwiccan]

Is Love Alive?

@nonbinarylogan​

Thank you for inspiring this with your Personality Swap. Sorry this sucks :( 

Logan woke slowly, feeling worse than he ever had. The past few days had been rough on him– rough on all of them, actually– but the others were dealing well so why wasn’t Logan? Just because no one had been listening to him didn’t mean he was allowed to feel bad. The others were all going through their own problems right now; they didn’t need to be distracted by Logan’s silly emotions that he really shouldn’t even have. He was Logic! Logic shouldn’t have emotions! He shouldn’t be allowed to cry or laugh or feel sad or feel angry. He should be calm, collected, detached… like Patton. He should be more like Patton.

A sob bubbled up in his throat at the thought of Patton, and he tried desperately to shove it down. He needed to stop being so sensitive. He couldn’t afford to cry over the truth every time his stupid feelings were hurt. Logan knew he should get out of bed, but there was no energy available to give to his limbs.

“Come on, Logan, don’t be stupid. You need to get up. The others are counting on you to be positive,” he muttered, anger transitioning to deep, aching sadness. He’d accepted his role a long time ago, but sometimes he just… wanted to be allowed to feel bad. But that was contradictory. He shouldn’t have emotions, therefore he shouldn’t ever feel bad, but he also wanted to be allowed to feel bad without feeling guilty. What was wrong with him?!

Shut up, Logan, no one cares, Patton’s voice echoed in his mind. Logan choked out another sob, clapping his hands over his mouth to try and muffle the noise. It hurt, but it was true. Why should the truth hurt? The truth was objective, factual, logical. Why was Logic hurt by the truth?

After far too long lying around in bed holding back his tears, Logan rolled out of bed and moved to get dressed. He moved to pull on his favourite fluffy, flowy, star-patterned dress, but Patton’s voice again stopped him. How can we take you seriously if you don’t dress professionally? Logan’s hands trembled and his throat closed up. Patton was right. He couldn’t be Logic and dress like a child. Who cared if his negative feelings seemed to melt away in the folds of that skirt? It wasn’t professional. It wasn’t serious enough for Patton, so it wasn’t alright for Thomas. Reluctantly, sadly, he snapped himself into his normal outfit. He moved to leave his room, knowing that Patton would be awake soon and would be angry if there wasn’t a cheerful Logan making breakfast when he entered the kitchen, but stopped, the loose ends of his tie catching his eyes. Logan knew how annoyed Patton always had been with Logan’s lack of a properly-tied necktie. And with how the past few days had been going… anything could set Patton off. Anxiety spidered up to choke Logan as thoughts of Patton’s anger began to whisper in his mind. He needed to tie his tie. He quickly did, taking an extra moment to make sure that he looked perfectly professional and put together. Anything to make Patton tolerate him for just one more day.

Virgil entered the kitchen, desperate for coffee. Yes, it would worsen his anxiety, and the last few days weren’t helping either, but he needed to stay awake more than anything else. He rubbed at his eyes, blinking, and startled as he saw Logan finishing some cinnamon rolls. His tie was fully tied for once in his life, his hair was perfect, his clothes were perfect… by all accounts, Logan was the perfect picture of Logic. And that is what was worrying Virgil. Logan was a little messy and sweet and emotional; he didn’t ever look perfect like this. Something was wrong.

“Logan?” Virgil asked, voice high and soft. Logan spun around, and Virgil recoiled a bit. Logan’s smile was too wide, it was too bright, it wasn’t real. His eyes were too big, too blank, too guarded. Every movement was too calculated. Every hair was too perfect. Everything was just wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong.

“Virgil! Breakfast should be done in around five minutes if you’re hungry!” Logan chirped, clapping his hands together. Virgil nodded and moved to pour himself a large mug of coffee, only to find Logan shoving his favourite Nightmare Before Christmas mug into his hands with a beam. “Two creams, three sugars! Enjoy, Virgil!” With that, Logan turned back to finishing the glaze for the cinnamon rolls, leaving a confused and terrified Virgil standing behind him. Something was definitely wrong.

“Um, Logan? Is everything okay?” Virgil asked, voice shaking. Logan stopped and turned around, his fake, brittle smile never falling.

“Of course, Virge. Why wouldn’t it be?” the Logical side chirped, something that didn’t match his words swirling in his eyes. Virgil bit his lip and fidgeted with his mug, indecision freezing his words in his throat and his feet in place.

“You just seem… off?” Virgil muttered. Logan giggled and waved off Virgil’s concerns, just like Virgil knew he would, and quickly finished frosting the cinnamon rolls, placing them on the table just as Patton and Roman walked in. Logan’s eyes shuttered and his smile grew even wider as he practically snapped to attention, hands clasped perfectly in front of him.

“Good morning, Patton, Roman,” Logan greeted. Patton nodded in return and went to fix himself a cup of coffee, while Roman simply dropped down onto the table and didn’t even acknowledge Logan’s greeting. Virgil’s eyes narrowed as he saw Logan’s smile drop for just a second before returning in full force as the Logical side went about making sure everyone was comfortable. All the while, Virgil kept track of the trembling in Logan’s hands, the sharpness behind his eyes, the too-large-to-be-real grin adorning his face, and knew that something was eventually going to give. And give something did, as Logan’s fingers went to adjust his tie (why wasn’t he using the cube or the tangle to fidget with?) and Patton’s eyebrow arched.

“An Oriental knot today, Logan? Feeling informal?” Patton asked, sipping his coffee. Logan froze, just utterly froze. He stopped moving, he stopped talking, he stopped blinking, he stopped breathing, and Virgil was fairly certain that his heart had stopped as well. Minor trembles started to race through Logan’s frame, but he quickly straightened up, murmured an “Excuse me” to the other Sides, and practically sprinted out of the kitchen, heading off to who-knew-where.  Patton’s brows furrowed in confusion, as did Roman’s, and Virgil clenched his jaw. He knew that argument from five days ago was still bothering Logan; Patton hadn’t even apologized for some of the things he’d said.

“There he goes, probably off on another pointless journey to learn something else for a class he wants Thomas to take,” Roman muttered. Patton just hummed in agreement and continued sipping on his coffee. That was the last straw for Virgil.

“Or maybe,” Virgil icily replied, “just maybe, he left because you never apologized for insinuating that he was unnecessary and an inconvenience the other day and you just now insulted the work he clearly put into his appearance.” Patton finally seemed to realize what Logan could possibly be upset about and bit his lip, obviously struggling to comprehend the situation. Virgil understood. Patton believed strongly in always doing the right thing, and he’d clearly not done the right thing if Logan was hurting because of him.

“I should go apologize, then,” Patton ventured. Virgil nodded, Patton nodded, and the Moral Side left, following after Logan to try and rectify his mistakes. Roman looked at Virgil, confused.

“Are we… have we really been that cruel to Logan?” Roman asked. Virgil sighed but nodded assent before placing a comforting hand over Roman’s.

“What’s done is done, Ro. Now, Patton has to try and fix things before it’s too late.”

Knock knock. “Logan? I would like to talk to you.” Patton waited for an answer for a solid minute, but none came. Patton frowned and knocked again. “Logan? Please come out, I wish to speak with you.” No answer. Patton grit his teeth and knocked again. “Logan, come out, now. We need to talk.” Still no response. Patton growled. “Logan, I will break down this door if you don’t answer me right this second.” Still no response. Patton huffed and stepped back. “I warned you, Logan. I’m coming in.” With that, Patton reared his foot back and slammed it into the wood next to the doorknob, causing Logan’s door to burst inward, revealing… an empty room. Oh.

“Note to self: fix that door before Logan notices,” Patton mumbled, stepping into the room. After a brief check to confirm that Logan was nowhere in the room, Patton turned to leave and maybe check another area to find the Logical Side when he paused, something catching his eye. Even though most of Logan’s room was a mess (at least, in Patton’s eyes), everything normally had a place. This sheet of paper, however, was decidedly not in its place, and that concerned Patton. Logan freaked out whenever things were not in their place, so he would never leave something lying around like this. Patton stooped to pick it up, determined to figure out why this piece of paper was out of place.

Things I Have To Change: 1.) My clothing choices- Patton finds my lack of professionalism annoying and a hindrance to work. Only tie formal knots in the tie and always tie your tie. Get rid of your dresses. Not only are they childish, but they make you look idiotic. You don’t need comfort from them because you don’t need comfort. 2.) My jokes- Patton dislikes it when I tell puns. In fact, Patton dislikes when I tell any jokes. They annoy him. To rectify this, stop telling jokes and making puns. Do not respond to set-ups for the perfect pun. Do not make jokes, even to lighten the mood during a discussion with Thomas. Maintain professionalism at all times. 3.) My cheerfulness- Patton finds my (perceived) eternal optimism grating. I need to work on lessening my smiles and being more practical. Sometimes arguments are necessary. I should be able to handle it when the others do not get along. The fact that I cannot is a sign that I need to change this. 4.) My enthusiasm- Patton is constantly annoyed by my enthusiasm about learning. He says it gets in the way of Thomas seeing his friends. As such, stop asking for Thomas to take classes (even if I really like astronomy and when Thomas is learning I feel loved because I don’t need love so I shouldn’t need that stupid astronomy class) and stop talking about Special Interests (or anything the others don’t love, really) around them. Animals, Disney, and Tim Burton movies are acceptable, however (even if dogs and spiders scare me so much, they make Patton and Virgil happy, so I can handle it) 5.) My mannerisms- Patton has expressed annoyance over my humming, my flapping, my chewing, and my fidgeting multiple times in the past. I need to stop doing them, at first where he can see them, and then at all. I don’t need the feeling of relief, I am Logic, I don’t need relief. It will be for the best. In essence: Emulate Patton. He is the ideal of what Logic should be. Maybe he should be Logic. He certainly is already cut out for the job.

The crumpling and tearing of paper brought Patton back to reality and he glanced down, noticing how tightly his fists were gripping the paper. He loosened the muscles in his hands and set the list down, trying to steady his breathing. Did Logan… really think this? That Patton hated all of the things that made him… him? That Patton wanted him to change?!

A plan began to form itself into Patton’s mind. He needed to show Logan how much he cared, and he knew just how to do it…

Logan woke up the next morning, sadness still aching in his chest. He needed to apologize for breaking down and causing a scene like that, but he also didn’t think he had the energy to get out of bed.

Logan! I would like to talk to you! Could you please get down here? Thomas’s voice echoed in his head. Logan sighed and rolled out of bed to get dressed. Thomas needed him, so he had to get up. He walked over to his closet, threw it open, and began to reach for his normal outfit when he froze. All of his men’s formal wear was missing. All that was left in his closet was dresses.

“No no no, this isn’t good, this isn’t good…” Logan babbled, frantically rifling through his closet. He couldn’t walk out in a dress, everyone would think he was silly and stupid and hate him. He couldn’t walk out in pyjamas, because then everyone would think he was a slob and stupid and hate him. He tried to snap himself into his normal outfit, but nothing happened.

Logan? I really need you, buddy, Thomas called again. Logan let out a quick sob as indecision wracked his nerves. He couldn’t win, there was no good option here. With tears streaming down his cheeks, Logan slipped into his favourite star dress. He’d figure out better clothing arrangements later. For now, Thomas needed him.

He rose up, smoothed down the fluffy skirt, and then turned to Thomas, hands clasped perfectly in front of him. “Yes, Thomas? What do you require me for?” Thomas blinked, a bit startled. “Oh, um… I just needed you to check over my schedule? Make sure that it’s okay for the next month or so?” Logan nodded and took the proffered sheet of paper, quickly scanning it over. Everything looked perfect. He handed it back to Thomas and told him his thoughts before quickly sinking back into the Mindscape, determined to sort out his clothing situation before any other problem sprung up that needed solving.

Patton glanced up from his sewing as Logan hurried past, calling after him to stop. Logan did, his heart in his throat, as he turned to face Patton’s judgement. He could already hear the jeers, the disappointment, the loss of respect…

“Logan, that dress looks wonderful on you. Why don’t you wear it more often?” Patton suggested, voice filled only with acceptance and authenticity. Logan froze again. Patton… didn’t think he looked unprofessional? Patton wasn’t going to yell at him?

“Er… thank you. Say, have you seen my other clothing? I woke up this morning and the only thing in there was my dresses,” Logan asked, fidgeting with the hem of his dress. Patton took a long sip of his hot cocoa and shrugged.

“No, I haven’t. Strange how everything vanished,” he replied. Logan nodded and turned to keep looking. Patton wouldn’t lie to him; Patton hated lying. Roman might know something about Logan’s missing clothing, so with a quick goodbye to Patton, Logan walked out to go find the Creative side, a small smile fixed on his face.

“Hey, Logan? Could you cheer me up? I’m feeling a little sad,” Virgil asked from his position on the other end of the couch. Logan glanced up from his book, startled.

“Er… are you sure?” Virgil nodded, and Logan nodded before placing his book on the coffee table. He smoothed down his skirt (he still hadn’t been able to find his other clothes) and turned to Virgil.

“Are you aware that there are around 40,000 species of spiders on this planet?” Logan asked. He knew Virgil liked spiders, so maybe this would cheer him up. Virgil, however simply shook his head, and Logan’s smile dropped. What was he doing wrong?

“No, I mean, Logan… could you give me some puns?” Logan frowned, a little startled. Someone actually wanted to hear his puns?

“Uh… are you sure?” Logan asked. Virgil nodded, and Logan sucked in some air. “Well… if it will help ground you.” Virgil nodded, and Logan exhaled, nervous. “Speaking of ground, shovels sure were a groundbreaking invention, weren’t they?” Virgil snorted, sparkles dancing in his eyes, giving Logan the courage to continue. “I’d tell you a chemistry joke, but I’m aware that I probably won’t get a reaction.” Virgil giggled, causing Logan’s grin to widen even further. “What do you call Batman disguised as a pastry chef? The Crepe'd Crusader.” That one caused Virgil to laugh out loud, treating Logan to that soft, high, wonderful giggle that seemed so out of place for Virgil at first but actually fit him perfectly.

“Thank you, Lo, I really needed that,” Virgil spoke after a while. Logan flushed and nodded slightly. This was probably just a one-time thing. Virgil probably wouldn’t want to hear any other puns for a while. “You really should give us some puns more often, I really like hearing them.” Logan gulped. Virgil didn’t mean that, he didn’t. All of them had expressed annoyance in the past over his puns. He was just saying this to be nice.

“No, really, Lo. I know we all complain, but we’re just joking. We can stop if it bothers you, but I am not lying when I tell you that your puns actually brighten all of our days.” Logan nodded, not quite believing it. Virgil sighed and yanked the logical Side into a hug, causing Logan to let out a small yelp. “Ya goof,” Virgil snorted, “We love you for you, okay?” Logan sighed, accepting his fate. Virgil would go back to normal tomorrow. He should enjoy this while he could.

Except… the next day, Virgil asked the same thing. And yet again, Logan bombarded him with pun after pun. “I make terrible science puns, but only periodically.” “Why was the scarecrow promoted? Because he was outstanding in his field.” “I’m positive I just lost an electron.” “Don’t trust atoms, because they make up everything!” “Chemists are great at solving problems because they have all the solutions!” Each time, he waited for Virgil or Patton or Roman to groan and roll their eyes and tell him to shut up. Each time, they just laughed and smiled, thanking Logan for the brief burst of happiness before carrying on with their work. There was a strange lightness in Logan’s chest each time, and his smile grew larger, more real, and stayed longer each time. Perhaps… perhaps his family did enjoy his puns. Perhaps he didn’t annoy them that way, at least.

“Hey, Logan? You okay? You’re not… as cheerful as normal,” Roman asked, glancing up from his sketchpad to lock Logan with a concerned stare. Logan frowned, bookmarked his place in his book, and set his reading down to give Roman his full attention.

“What do you mean?” he asked. Roman frowned and began to wave his hands around as he tried to articulate his thoughts.

“Just… you’re not smiling as much, your voice is flatter, you’re not moving around as much… is something going on with you?” Logan gulped. Oh, Roman had noticed. Did he not appreciate it? “Like, if you’re tired or sad or something, you know you can talk to us, right? Because we all appreciate your cheerfulness and this is honestly a bit scary? And we all just want to help. So just… talk to us if something is wrong, okay?” Tears began to bubble in Logan’s eyes, and Roman’s eyes widened in horror as he practically dove across the couch to cradle Logan’s face in his hands, muttering “I’m sorry, did I make it worse?” and “Oh stars, Lo, stop crying, please, I’m sorry.” Logan sniffed and shook his head, smiling through the tears.

“No, thank you, I just… that means a lot, Roman. Thank you.” Roman nodded and wiped away Logan’s tears before dropping a soft, chaste kiss on his forehead.

“Of course, Lo. You mean a lot to all of us, and we just want to see you happy, okay?” Logan nodded, his grin widening infinitesimally. Roman’s sweetness helped boost Logan’s mood just a bit. He… he really needed to hear something like that today. Roman pulled him into an even tighter hug, causing Logan to let out a squeak.

“Er… Roman?”

“Sh, just let me love you,” Roman hushed. Logan huffed but settled in, resigning himself to his fate of being cuddled into submission by the flamboyant creative Side.

Logan? I have something to talk to you about. Logan sat up, confused. What did Thomas need from him this early in the morning? Regardless, his host needed him. With that thought thundering around his skull, fighting away his desire to just crawl back into bed and go back to sleep, he snapped himself into his favourite star dress (he still hadn’t found the rest of his clothing, and it was getting annoying) and popped up into the real world.

“Yes, Thomas?” Logan asked, blowing his bangs out of his eyes as he adjusted his glasses. Thomas smiled slightly before biting his lip nervously, causing anxiety to bubble in Logan’s stomach. Why was Thomas so nervous? About what? Was he in trouble? Had Logan not been doing his job properly?

“Whoa, buddy, calm down. Nothing wrong, everything is fine, you’re fine, I just need to ask you something,” Thomas babbled, gently grabbing Logan’s shoulders before leading him over to the couch. Logan forced himself to keep breathing and focused on slowing down his heartbeat. Thomas wouldn’t lie to him, not about something like this. Logan hadn’t done anything wrong, everything would be okay. Thomas settled the two of them down on the couch, took Logan’s hands into his own, and began to speak.

“So, I have more free time now, and I’d like to ask you: would you rather I take a class on astronomy or botany?” All of Logan’s work on keeping his breathing steady was thrown out the window with that one sentence. Tears streamed down his cheeks for what seemed like the umpteenth time that week alone, only this time, they were tinged with joy. Thomas made a soft noise of concern before yanking Logan into a hug.

“I… thank you, Thomas… I… astronomy. Astronomy would be nice,” Logan whispered. Thomas nodded and rested his head on top of Logan’s. Logan tried to still his muscles, the impulse to flap his arms bubbling up. He couldn’t though, not right now, not where Thomas could see.

“Logan, you can flap your arms if you want. I don’t mind, really.” Logan blinked, shocked. He… really didn’t mind? Thomas sighed and began to card a hand through Logan’s hair, causing the logical Side to melt into a small pile of mush in Thomas’s lap. Thomas chuckled and made no moves to move, his hand continuing to move in Logan’s hair. And there the two of them stayed, cuddling as Thomas tried to show just how much he cared for Logan and his opinions. Finally, he drifted off to sleep, and Thomas sighed. Patton had been right. They really had been cruel to Logan. While he couldn’t fix the past, he could work to change the future. And if that meant sitting on a couch cuddling an affection-starved Logan, if that meant sacrificing sleep to take an astronomy course that would make Logan happy, if that meant hiding all of his other clothes until Logan realized it was okay to wear dresses if they made him comfortable, if it meant encouraging his horrible puns that did make him laugh but also made him cringe, then Thomas would do it. Logan was worth it.

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Let Me Help

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Tj and Cyrus have been friends for a long time, but will that change after life comes crashing down and impulsive decisions catch up to them? (Angst, Ambi, love notes, slow burn, aged up so they're all in high school, god tier ships, mental health, and like a whole bunch more ladies! Let’s get this angst.)

Chapter 13 Of course I remembered 

By Saturday morning Cyrus had left his room, by Saturday night TJ led him outside. Cyrus should have been incredibly embarrassed of having TJ see him hit rock bottom, but he wasn't. He never felt TJ judge him. They had spent the weekend watching TJ's favorite old romantic French films and sitting in Cyrus' backyard talking about nothing and everything. Even when Cyrus got hit with waves of sadness and tears, TJ was there to get him through it. Even when TJ had read him cheesy Pinterest poems, Cyrus smiled. TJ never tried to fix him and he didn't have to stay, but he did. The two of them had even attempted to make muffins. They were soggy and burnt, but Cyrus was proud of them. They had made something together. TJ had even let Cyrus see him without contacts in. Cyrus almost collapsed by the sight of TJ in glasses and fluffy hair. Sunday afternoon, Cyrus thought he'd try his luck while sitting in his yard. They had just finished playing fetch with Nala, "Are you going to the winter dance with someone?" he asked. Tj looked bright, the sun reflected on his glasses, "No" he smiled. "Are you going at all?" "I have to, Amber's planning it remember?" He laughed, Cyrus loved that laugh. "If I don't go she'll literally kill me, she knows where I live." Cyrus chucked, "I want to go too." "Not with a girl I assume," Tj teased. Cyrus rolled his eyes lovingly. "Obviously not," Cyrus said. "I'll tell you something, If you go I'll go with you Underdog" TJ squinted and held out his pinky, "Pinky promise." Cyrus gave him his pinky, "Pinky Promise" they shook on it. Cyrus didn't know where it came from, but when TJ went back to lounging in the sun, he asked him "Have you ever had a girlfriend?" TJ suddenly became very still, Cyrus thought he might have gone too far. They never talked much about relationships. "No," TJ said flatly. Cyrus thought he'd poke again, "Would you like to?" They were sitting in the grass across from one another, Tj had his knees up to his chest, Cyrus sat crisscrossed with a blanket around his shoulders and Nala's head in his lap. "No," TJ cast his eyes down and picked at the grass, his dirty blond hair fell into his eyes. Just say you like me, Tyler James. TJ was always honest with Cyrus- this Cyrus knew, but he also never elaborated when conversations got personal. When Cyrus asked him about why he didn't like talking about himself, he said that it was because he didn't think his life was that important. The TJ Cyrus saw in front of him wasn't tough, or mean, or conflicted, or anything else everyone thought he was. This TJ was considerate and soft-spoken, this Tj knew how to get Cyrus to smile, this Tj had dropped everything to stay with him, this TJ was Cyrus' favorite. The one in the sun, the one without gel in his hair. This version was the most important to Cyrus. Cyrus pet Nala's ear, her tail swished, "How about a boyfriend?" Cyrus said softly. TJ stopped picking the grass, "No" he said. Cyrus' heart picked up speed. "Would you like one?" Cyrus asked cautiously, making sure to not make any sudden movements, he knew TJ usually avoided personal questions if Cyrus wasn't careful enough. He didn't know where this bravery was coming from, maybe it came from knowing something he wasn't supposed to? Maybe because Cyrus was beginning to notice this crush his friends had tried to convince him of? He grinned a little. "Maybe," TJ said, barely moving his mouth. Cyrus thought he saw TJ blush. Maybe was all Cyrus really needed. Maybe TJ had become a better person, maybe Cyrus did have a crush on him? The following week of school was painless for the most part, Andi gave him a new blue flower crown, Buffy gave him a million bone-crushing hugs and Jonah gave him an exploding fist bump. His friends knew him well enough to not ask about his absences, but they did notice that TJ and Cyrus developed a sort of secret language. Tj knew when Cyrus felt overwhelmed, Cyrus, knew when Tj wanted his friends to change the conversation. All they had to do was look at each other. Cyrus liked having Tj around, it made him feel protected. He felt brave, but Cyrus still wanted Tj to admit his crush first. Before he knew it, it was Friday and he was walking in the snow to Buffy's to help set up for their annual holiday party. Not many people were invited, but Cyrus had picked out his best winter-themed sweater anyways. Cyrus was greeted by Buffy's mom who led him into the living room, where he saw Buffy and Andi cutting snowflakes out of paper. "Cyrus! Come help!" Buffy smiled at him as he sat down on the floor with them. Cyrus looked around the room as he folded and cut the paper. It looked like the north pole had thrown up in her living room. There were tiny Christmas trees next to the bigger ornament adorned the tree, white lights in every corner, poinsettias galore, and rid ribbon everywhere. He loved seeing what changed every year, this time the stockings were stuffed with cranberries and pine cones instead of tiny worker elves. "Decorations look great this year Buffy, tell your mom she never fails to amaze me," Cyrus said grinning. Every year, they told each other they'd help her decorate, but every year all they do is mess up their paper snowflakes. Andi's were the only ones that got hung on the windows. When the work was done and the snacks were set out, Andi, Buffy, and Cyrus sprawled out on the carpet. "So," Andi spoke first, "We, your best friends, couldn't help but I don't know....notice that you and our ex-enemy are..." they looked towards Buffy, "Buffy help me out here." Cyrus' gut twisted, he closed his eyes, he always thought better with his eyes closed. "Basically in love with each other?" Buffy smirked. Cyrus knew this would happen. "Yes, that you and our ex-enemy are in love with each other," Andi said, Cyrus could hear the smugness in her voice. Cyrus groaned and hid his face in his arms, "It's not like that," he murmured. "Cy, how many times do we have to remind you of your own feelings? You're allowed to like him, idiot," he heard Buffy add. "No one's holding you back," Andi said, lightly poking his side. Sure, no one was holding him back, but confessing is uncertain. Cyrus hated uncertainty. He cracked his eyes open and rolled over to face his friends, "No one but myself," he whispered and pouted. If he confessed to TJ, then that would mean he'd have a real boyfriend, and that would mean he'd need to come out to his parents, really come out. People would probably make fun of him for being with another boy, people may even start to hate him. If he confessed, and the rumors of TJ liking him were true, then they'd have all of these unspoken relationship rules, they'd probably fight and make up, only to break up when they go to college, only acknowledging each other when they friend each other on Facebook in thirty years. Cyrus would be alone in his Malibu beach house, probably with a Golden Globe nomination and three cats, but he'd be alone. That's what would happen if he confessed to TJ. He was sure of it. "Oh come on Cy you're the bravest kid we know, you can totally do it," Andi said. Today they wore a tinsel sweater. "it's not just that," Cyrus would much rather talk about anything else at the moment, not when the rest of their friends would be arriving in less than twenty minutes. "Then what is it?" Buffy asked. Buffy had become extra gentle with Cyrus after his last episode, Cyrus thought that maybe Marty had something to do with her recent soft demeanor. Cyrus didn't respond to her question, he was hoping he wouldn't have to make it so obvious. "Does it have something to do with TJ?" Andi said. "No," Cyrus gave a slow blink, he knew they'd figure it out. "Reed?" Buffy said. Cyrus nodded no. If he was being honest, Cyrus had almost forgotten Reed existed, he never asked TJ about it after that one morning. "Then who is it?" Andi asked, now sitting up. Buffy knitted her brows and sat up too, "It's Jonah isn't it?" Cyrus didn't respond, but he sat up and gave a shallow sigh. He looked at the carpet. He didn't want to admit it to himself, but he knew that Jonah was always in the back of his mind. Especially now that they knew he wasn't straight, Cyrus couldn't help but think he might still have a chance. His feelings didn't entirely return, but he knew they could if Jonah asked them to. Andi said, "But you don't like him anymore." Just as Buffy said, "Cyrus he's with Walker." "I know but," Cyrus was whispering, his voice always left him when he was nervous, "if they break up, then maybe I'll have a chance you know?" He gave his friends a quick glance. Andi was frowning, Buffy looked apologetic. "Cyrus," Buffy said softly, scooting closer, "you can't leave your happiness for later. You have a boy in front of you who is totally lovesick, you can't let that slip just because your dream was to be with dimples." Cyrus sniffled. "I guess," he said quietly. "No Cyrus," Andi had gotten closer too, "We know you said you hate when we micromanage but do you really need us to spell it out for you?" Cyrus played with the carpet fibers instead of responding, his friends gave each other worried glances. Andi picked his head up, forcing him to look at both of them, they said, "He left the only friend's he's ever known for you, he defended you at Iris' party, he literally will inflict pain on anyone who dares speak against you. What has Jonah done for you, Cyrus? Break your heart? Say something funny maybe every six months? Respond with only emojis?" Cyrus shrugged, he always seemed to make things more complicated than they needed to be. "You need to let yourself be happy," Buffy said, "you can't keep chasing after the idea of Jonah." Cyrus sighed through his nose and hugged his friends, he knew they were right, he just needed someone to tell him how ridiculous he was being. The first person to arrive at the party was Marty with some of his track friends. They all knew Buffy pretty well, so that left Cyrus and Andi playing connect four in the corner until Jonah and Walker came. Walker had brought his art friends, and Jonah had brought the frisbee team. They came over to him and Andi quickly, Walker wanted to show Andi a new art thing Cyrus didn't really understand but nonetheless left him alone. Cyrus thought for a minute that Jonah would sit with him, but he was too busy showing Gus something on his phone. Cyrus played connect four by himself, he didn't have the energy to talk with anyone right now. "Mind if I join?" Cyrus looked up to see TJ in a sweater with a gingerbread graphic saying Let's Get Baked in a fancy swirly font. It was horrendous, Cyrus loved it. "Not at all, is Amber here?" Cyrus expected to see his twin next to him, but he was alone. TJ sat down across from him. "Who do you think drove me here illegally?" They grinned at each other. After playing three rounds of Connect Four Cyrus gave his best pout said, "Stop letting me win!!" "No way Cyrus, you're adorable when you win" Cyrus' heart skipped a beat, he chewed on his lip a bit. TJ stopped and held his breath for a moment, then said, "I got you something" "White Elephant is later T," Cyrus said amused. "Consider it a housewarming gift," Tj grinned. "This isn't my house or my party," Cyrus put a yellow chip in. "Yea, but," TJ put in a red chip next to his and took out a small wrapped box from his pocket, "I just wanted to give you something. I know you don't celebrate Christmas, so consider this a nonsecular gift," Tj moved a chip around the little table and pushed the box towards Cyrus. Cyrus opened it slowly and smiled to himself, then to TJ, then to the ocean snow globe in front of him. He shook it with both hands, swirling the sand, starfish, pufferfish, and shells together. "See," Tj said, pointing at the starfish, "that's Asteroidea," he pointed at the pufferfish "and that's tetraodontide" Cyrus laughed to himself and corrected TJ, "Tetraodontidae." "Yea, that" Tj said timidly. "You paid attention," Cyrus couldn't take his eyes off of him, how could someone know him so well? His heart swelled. "If I'm being honest, I had to rewatch that documentary like five times to remember how to say the name, but I didn't mind, I liked the colors." Tj shrugged, Cyrus saw his lip curl into a smile. "Thank you," Cyrus said as he gently placed the snowglobe on the table, "I love you- I mean it- I mean you- the snowglobe, everything you do for me, you're so cool for doing that. I'm a waste of humanity and don't have a present for you," Cyrus stammered, he wanted the ground to swallow him, he wanted Buffy to rescue him. What the hell is wrong with me? He blushed furiously and put in a yellow chip a little too quickly. Cyrus looked up and saw a beaming Tj, "You're not a waste," he said to Cyrus as he gently combed back some of Cyrus' hair with his fingers. Cyrus slowly blinked up at him and thought he was about to have a heart attack. After their sixth or seventh game (Cyrus had lost count), Buffy announced that they'd be exchanging gifts. Cyrus got stuck with a pair of holiday socks, but so did TJ. They then played some game Andi had invented and drank copious amounts of fruit punch. Cyrus sat next to TJ on the couch and tried his best to pay attention, but Cyrus just couldn't stop looking over at Walker and Jonah, who just looked so happy. After the game, the party went outside to stargaze and roast marshmallows, leaving TJ and Cyrus alone on Buffy's couch. Cyrus had his head on Tj's shoulder and was lightly tracing the lines in his hand. "Jonah and Walker are a really good couple" Cyrus heard Tj say above him. Cyrus hummed. Being around too many people for too long made him tired, he was glad Tj knew him well enough to not drag him outside with the others. "Who'da thunk..." In a low voice, Cyrus responded, "They are aren't they" "You know," Tj muttered, "I was talking to Jonah the other day, and he said that Walker has helped ground him like I don't really know what that means, but he just seems more, stable. You know what I mean? Like before he was kinda like floating around, and now he's here. He's like a real person." Tj was rambling, Cyrus knew that when he rambled, he wanted to say something important. "Yea he's good for him," Cyrus quickly added. Right then, in the middle of Buffy's annual holiday party, Cyrus wanted to chase his own happiness. He was tired of waiting for it to come to him. He intertwined his fingers with TJ's. "I've seen the video TJ," Cyrus said as he breathed out.  "What video?" TJ asked, Cyrus felt him tense. Cyrus pulled out his phone and showed him the video Buffy had sent him, the one where TJ confesses his crush and then proceeds to punch Reed in the face. "Oh," Tj breathed out and made to remove his hand from Cyrus', but Cyrus held on. "Tj," Cyrus said firmly and sat up to look at him. "I'm sorry," TJ said, his eyes cast down. "Tj," Cyrus said again as he slowly ran his thumb over TJ's knuckles, "It's okay." TJ looked at Cyrus, his eyes brimming with tears, "I," he swallowed, "I didn't want you to find out like that, I wanted to tell you myself." "Then tell me," Cyrus smiled a bit. So it was true The Tyler James Kippen, captain of the basketball team and biggest Jock at Jefferson, had a big fat gay crush on him. Cyrus felt powerful. "I don't know how," TJ blinked, his eyes flickered up. "Then I'll say it," Cyrus tried his best to calm his racing heart, "I like you, Tyler James, like in a gay way." "I like you too, in a gay way," Tj said cautiously, Cyrus didn't expect it, but TJ hugged him. Cyrus smiled into TJ's shoulder, he thought he would melt right then and there. 

[iamsonyeondone]

heir!svt // lee seokmin

♥ fluffy and angst if you look at it under a microscope

♥ 1.5k words

the one word everyone associates with lee dokyeom: sunshine

this boy radiates like the actual fking sun and his smile oh gOd even the emos who wallow in the darkness cant surpress their happiness when they see him

he just has that amazing friendly aura that makes people's day happier

it's mainly because his family runs a high-tech farm where they cultivate fresh and high-quality produce

one of their important devices was a speaker

because hOo boi who knew strawberries liked to listen to Troublemaker iconic

and who ever visits their farm during a school trip or for picking fruits, may or may not have the chance to listen to the Prince sing to the blueberries

and its just the most wholesome sight ever

even though theres like weird equipment whirring and pumping in filtered water or something

you'll see this shining handsome boy, singing his favourite ballad while he checked on the equipment

and sometimes when it does a sudden weird noise, it shocks him so much that he does a typical slapstick comedy and slips onto his butt

but he brushes it off with a smile and little cute dance when he gets up

anD he is just. so. adorable

so everyone literally fawns over him everytime he passes by with that radiating smile

and the girls just swoon even more whil his hyungs want to make sure no o n e messes with him or they'll have to face them

since his family produces such top-notch quality fruits and vegetablez

they naturally get sponsored or help their fellow chefs and friends

and one of them is your father!!

your father runs this one michelin star restaurant by the sea and serves mostly seafood

but their dessert is as good as their secret special home-brewed eel soup i just made that up idk i want sushi

which your mother is in charge of!!

and their both friends of seokmin's parents so naturally, the both of you know each other

sometimes a little too much

"lee seokMIN stop telling the raspberries that i fell in front of the entire school or I'll tell them about how you fell into the toilet"

"thAT WAS ONE TIME"

yeah so the both of you are really close friends but its not surprising since seokmin is like a friend to everyone

and everyone knows that you're a part of seokmin's protection squad which jeonghan leads

"make sure everyone claps for him at the farm when he's done singing, got it?"

"aYe aYe cAptAin,"

so naturally you're always there for him

walking to class, walking back home together and eating lunch with him and your mutual friends

its not only because you're there to protect him but he's just such an amazing and nice guy to have around and his voice is like warm milk on a sleepless night and also because he looks amazing with that smile-

ok maybe you dont just see him as a friend,,, and probably mayhaps more

but who could blame you when an actual embodiment of rainbows and everything good in this world is your best friend

im very weak for this baby can you tell

everytime he saves your ass from embarrassing yourself bY embarrassing himself

or when he makes sure you've eaten all your three meals everyday and stays hydrated

yea he's a bit of a nagging mother but you reciprocate the care in return by ensuring that he's doing so well in choir and that everyone loves him for trying his very best in the extra curricular

like you even have to force him to spill your feelings towards you

because you KNOW this guy tenfs to surpress and bottle up his feelings and that is not healthy at all

talk to your friend/family if you're bottling it up too ❤

and seokmin makes sure he treats you with fresh berries from his garden whenever you come over

and you guys sometimes talk about everything and anything under the stars while snacking on those fruits and snacks your parents prepared for you and him when you drop by

and its all so pure and warm and being next to seokmin always has this welcoming aura that you never really sense with anyone else

not even when you have those crushes in your first few years of high school

and that was when you realize that you saw him more than just a best friend

on the other hand, seokmin has always admired you for your personality and how you're so caring to nearly everyone and especially him

oh my how his heart races whenever you look at him with those worried look in your eyes

or the way your voice turns so soft and calming to his ears when he's feeling down

wow look at this its the pining pals sorry for ending soft hours it will come back shortly

the both of you were walking to school, the usual routine:

you guys are sipping on your favourite drink, talking about the recent school rumors

and everything's normal,,, like nothing has changed

but it feels different some how

did your feelings for him grow too much?? did you no longer see him as your best friend?? or did you want to be more than just friends?

and you notice that seokmin doesnt have his arm around you like always

his absence of not clinging around you in the autumn breeze made it more chilling

and,, you just want him to hug you, even if it was a half-hearted side hug

but did your feelings get the best of you? does he know that you have feelings for him and is that one of the reasons for him being distant??

you werent ultimately sure but your last thought keeps lingering in your mind, taking attention away from the fact that you and seokmin had reached your class

"i guess we'll see each other at lunch! take care and focus in class alright?" he chuckled, ruffling your hair a little before jogging through the halls

what made his heart race wasnt his quick steps but the way you had looked towards him so innocently, that adorable look on your face being hard to wipe away from his mind

he had tried his best to keep a space between you, hoping that maybe the space would give him some time to think

but it was no use, his crush on you only grew

and he only thought about you for the rest of his classes

"yn, seokmin needed to clarify some things with his teacher so he'll be a little late to lunch. he asked me to forward the message, take care alright?" jeonghan smiles sweetly before he waves you goodbye to sit with joshua and seongcheol

was this another way for him to get rid of you in some way? no you shouldnt get ahead of yourself,, he's only being a hardworking student,, right?

ten minutes pass and seokmin rushes to your table with an apologetic look

"im so sorry yn, i wont be able to stay for lunch because i need to help some of the juniors from choir to find their costumes. but i brought some of the fruits from the farm for you to enjoy!! eat up okay? see you after school!"

and thats all you heard from him for the rest of the day

and once school had ended, he had given another hurried excuse that he had to attend a group project meeting and asked you to meet him at his farm instead

the both of you did hang our there quite often, but you werent sure if seokmin would even show up at this rate

but the little pinch of hope you had left made you walk straight to his farm

maybe,,, just maybe,, you were just overreacting

you sat by the bench outside the strawberry tent, nibbling on a bowl of berries his mother had given you for snacks

a few minutes pass and a figure comes running towards you

disheveled in his school uniform and,,, a bouquet?? in his hands??

seokmin huffs, stopping right in front of you while he clutched the bouquet to his chest gently

"i needed to stop by your parent's restaurant for a while,,, for this,"

and he shows you a bouquet of a variety of fruits, cut and scalped into flowers like an actual bouquet

and when your eyes trail back to his, and despite the panting and running he had done the second before,

he looked far more radiating than before

his eyes sparkled and his lips wouldnt budge from the wide grin it had plastered on his face

and it was all because he was looking at you

"i needed to make sure that your dad didn't mind me dating his child," he chuckled, taking your hand in his with so much care that it made you seem fragile

"so will you go out with me yn? your dad says its a-okay and that-"

you cut him off with a peck on his lips, eliciting unstoppable giggles from your lips as you hugged him tight

"you should have just given me the fruits as it is but you just had to go the extra mile,"

"anything for you, yn,"

a/n: i dont know why this took me so long to finish like i waited a whole week just to finish the ending in 10 minutes :| im an idiot but i hope you guys have a nice day/night ♥

[fandomoniumflurry]

Down with a Sickness

Steve McGarrett x Reader

Hawaii Five-0

1.6k words no warnings, just sicky and a fluffy seal

request by @fanfictionaddiction99 : lovvveee your work!!! i have a request for a steve mcgarrett x reader where the reader has the flu or something

Taggers: @loveisfriendship @supergirl000983 @givemelifeorgiveme @goldkhator @a-court-of-stydia @janai-mcgarrett

The apartment was officially a quarantine zone. Not by the CDC or local hospital. To the community it was just another door with a golden number on it down a long hallway of other doors. No one knew the death and despair that was going on in this particular apartment and if she had it her way, no one ever would. Her door had been locked, all her furniture covered in plastic and wore a mask and gloves just getting up to use the restroom. She confined herself mostly to her bedroom besides the occasional trip to the kitchen for water and more soup and medication. Her oversized tshirt was the only thing she wore, her hair tied up in a messy bun on top of her head. She was sweaty and pale, her nose and cheeks red with fever and sinus trouble. This was hell.

She had been fine yesterday, maybe a little bit of a sore throat and runny nose but she had waved it off as nothing. Now she wished that she would have taken a few extra vitamins or something to stave off the plague that was overtaking her now. She was convinced she was dying and she made sure no one came to see her and there was no way she was going to work. If one can overdose on vitamin C, she would be that person. Doped up on cough medicine, cold medicine, and whatever else she dared to take with her warm water and chamomile tea. She was quite the sight to behold. Miserable and pathetic locked away in her stuffy loft on the third floor of the apartment complex.

She was just your everyday average girl with a mundane job and a normal existence. She worked in the governor's office but she wasn’t anyone special. She hadn’t taken a day off in five years, she figured taking one day to keep herself from dying wasn’t the worst thing in the world. Her boss didn’t even question her absence simply accepted her phone call and hung up without interest. They could survive without her. No one needed her around, especially not right now when she could be dying of pneumonia or the black death. Being invisible had its perks. Staying at home and locking herself away would keep anyone from coming to find or try and take care of her, risking the chance of anyone else getting sick.

Ok, maybe she’s a bit of a hypochondriac, blowing up a common flu and making it into an act of chemical warfare against her. She didn’t know how all the medications worked and how they reacted together, she just took what she thought would cure her ailment. Burying herself in blankets to sweat out the fever, she found it that much harder to breathe. She refused to drink anything cooler than room temperature, her throat to always be warm. Tissues were scattered around her, on the bed, the nightstand, the floor, every bit of that room was contaminated with her germs and she didn’t care. She would just sip her tea curled up in a ball on her bed with the TV on, quietly so as not to hurt her sensitive ears.

One day had turned into three and she showed no signs of improving. As a matter of fact, she was sure she felt worse. Her boss still didn’t care when she had called to tell them she was sick and she still wasn’t missed. Life went on without her while she was stuck behind four walls that were starting to close in out her. She had tried to clean herself up but found that the shower was just too much work for her weak body and she felt too dirty to sit in a bath. So she just stayed in her bed, only drinking water and seltzer and foregoing the food. Something that could have easily been cured with rest and the right medication mixed with a diet was now a dramatic disaster.

It was day five when someone finally came to knock on her door. She groaned from her nest and only burrowed deeper into her blanket. The knock continued and she still refused to acknowledge whoever it was. When the door opened, that was a cause for alarm. She sat up as quick as she could, making herself dizzy in the process. She hastily looked around the room in search of some kind of weapon and when coming up empty, she settled for intimidation and bluffing. “I’ve got a gun.” Not sounding half as scary as she wanted to be, her voice was gruff and raw, the tickle of her vocal chords making her fly into a coughing fit.

She could do nothing when her bedroom door opened. Her heart was pounding and if she wasn’t so weak and lightheaded she would have screamed and ran at the intruder. But when her blurry eyes landed on a familiar face, her shoulders fell and she quickly relaxed. Ocean blue hues were large with concern and amazement as he looked around the room before landing on her with a raised brow. His nose was scrunched slightly and the blush rising in her cheeks probably wasn’t distinguishable from the color already in her cheeks. He eyed her curiously before clearing his throat and crossing his arms over his chest, feet spreading slightly to stabilize him as he stood firm.  

“When they told me you were sick, I wasn’t quite expecting this.” His lips pursed when he was done speaking, his head nodding slowly and clearly judgmentally. She grumbled and quickly slid under her covers, hiding herself from the embarrassment in the fabric. She could hear his soft laugh before she felt a dip in the bed nearby. A hand reached out and pulled the blanket down and she was met in a warm gaze with Commander Steve McGarrett. His hand raised to her forehead and he frowned and the heat he felt. “Have you thought of going to the doctor?” She shook her head vehemently, denying ever going to a hospital again if she could. His eyes rolled with a shake of his head before his hands rested in his lap, attention still on her. “So what was your plan, then? Just stay held up in here until you die?” He scowled harshly at her when she nodded her head.

When he pushed himself off the bed without a word, she thought that maybe that was the end of it. Which really she should have known better. The commander walked out the door and she fell back in her bed with a false sense of relief. It was almost five minutes later before Steve returned and smacked a hand gently against her shoulder and after her initial shock had wore off, her eyes widened to see a tray in the Seal’s hands. Without listening to her attempt at an argument, he placed the tray in front of her, its legs resting on the bed on either side of her thighs. An array of foods were positioned neatly on the plate. Two pieces of toast, some orange juice, cold medicine, a bowl of soup and a glass of ginger ale. She was shocked at the little time it took him to prepare this feast and even though she wanted to be thankful, her nose wrinkled at what was set before her.

“When was the last time you ate?” She didn’t answer, didn’t even look at him, giving him the answer he needed. “You’re not gonna get better this way. Eat your food then you’re going to shower while I clean up in here.” Her gaze shot to him and she quickly shook her head, denying his demands. “That’s an order, missy. I’ve missed seeing your smiling face when I visit the governor's office. And if you are sick, I can’t ask you out to dinner.” She froze solid at his words and stared at him as if he grew another head. He smirked and before stepping out of the room he flashed her a wink.

Since starting a task force on the island, Steve had plenty of reasons to come to the office. He would pass her every few days and he always made a purpose to at least smile her way. He was sweet and friendly and they easily became friends. But it was just that. Their only interactions were in the state building and the conversations were always short, him usually being pulled away for a meeting with the governor. He was handsome and charming and she could only dream to be more than friends with a man like that. But she had stopped daydreaming long ago, believing that someone like him would never be interested in someone like her.

And yet here he was, in her apartment, feeding her and cleaning her up, helping her to get better. She was astounded and she couldn’t help but stare at the empty space through the open door where he once stood, her jaw slack and stunned with silence. There was no way this was real. She was hallucinating. She was so sick with the fever, she was beginning to see things, that was the only answer. So when he returned with a trash bag and a stack of fresh linens, she squeaked with surprise, nearly dumping her tray all over her bed.

There he stood in all his fine Navy glory and he was here to help her. A smile grew over her face and his features mirrored hers. “Thanks.” She croaked simply.

His head nodded as he offered her a smile, pressing a soft kiss to her temple before standing straight once again. “You’re welcome.”

“Wait…” She paused, her forehead wrinkling. “How did you know where I lived?”

His smirk turned mischievous and he flashed her another wink. She grinned with a shake of her head before she began to eat, the commander moving to clean up the room around you. After this, there was no way you were getting rid of him now.

[wonhoinamillion]

Lipstick stains | Wonho (2)

Genre: fluff

Synopsis: Blond hair and pouty lips pulled into an insanely attractive smile but the first thing you notice on his face are lipstick stains.

Author’s note: finally~ sorry for such a long wait.

It has become a routine for you and your best friend to meet up every Sunday morning for breakfast or brunch. It began when you were children. It initially started off as study date together but now it has become almost like a tradition. So you are here at a newly opened cafe near your studio. Sipping your latte in disappointment. Not too long ago, your best friend texted you saying that she couldn’t make it because her boss has called her to work extra hours as a punishment for leaving early from work on Friday. A sigh left your lips as you scroll mindlessly on phone with a bored expression. If you would’ve known that your friend was going ditch you today, you would’ve bought your sketchbook or a novel to read. Since this cafe opened not so long ago near your studio, you come here very often. The unique interior caught your attention and your love the desserts they serve. You’d spend your mornings here just relaxing before going to your studio.

Another sigh left your lips as your eyes shift to your untouched slice raspberry cheesecake then back to your phone. You want to tell your best friend about Hoseok. She sounded so excited when you had told her about how you had a little adventure after you left the bar. Ugh. You hate her boss!

Screech!

You were reading an article on your phone when the chair across from you scrapes against the floor, causing you to jolt and break your focus. Startled, you look up. Wide eyes and mouth agape as blond hair and handsome face with an attractive smile came into view. “Wonho!” you stare at him surprised as he chuckles at your reaction and waves at you. You weren’t expecting to see him here.

“What are you doing here?” you ask, keeping your phone aside and leaning forward. You tried to stop a smile from dancing on your lips.

“This means my gut feeling is right!” Hoseok ignores your question and smirks at you. You lean back into your chair and narrow your eyes suspiciously at him “Too soon. I think you’re stalking me” you tried to smirk back but it just turned into a smile. You’d be lying if you said you said you aren’t happy to see him. He ran his fingers through his blond hair. They look so soft and fluffy. “Or maybe it’s just destiny that brought us together” He winks at you. You pull a face at his cheesy line and shook your head.

You let your eyes scan Hoseok. His blond hair looks prettier and brighter in the daylight.  You can see his face a lot clearer now under the bright light. Hoseok is very handsome. Or more like drop dead gorgeous. You have seen tons of handsome men but Hoseok beats them all. He’s stunning. His warm coffee brown eyes set on you and his pouty pink lips pulled into a beautiful smile. This attire is different from before. White formal shirt and black pants replaced with a casual black oversized hoodie and denim jeans.

“Are you here alone?” Hoseok asks, his resting his pretty face on his sweater paws that were tugged under his chin. “I was supposed to be here with a friend but not anymore,” You tell him. He could see the disappointment that flashed on your face for a brief moment.

“Rubbish” Hoseok snorts and you look at him confused. Did he just snort at you?  “I’m here” He adds with a wide grin and then wiggles his eyebrows at you, his hand gesturing his glorious presence. You roll your eyes and shook your head “You’re not my friend” you say but Hoseok ignores you again. He leans forward scoops a spoonful of your raspberry cheesecake and shoves it in his mouth. Chewing on it blissfully, Hoseok points the spoon at you and gives you a shit-eating grin “I am now” and you couldn’t help but laugh.

You met Hoseok so often you began thinking he was actually following you. Turns out the manager of the cafe, Kihyun is Hoseok’s friend and he also works near your studio. Coïncidence. You also began to learn about Hoseok. Shin Hoseok is 23-year-old gym trainer in the morning and works as a host at nights. He used to be roommates with Kihyun but now he lives in alone in his apartment.

The other things you learnt about Hoseok is that he’s vanilla. He’s not what he looks like. Shin Hoseok is a 5-year-old stuck in a man’s body. The smallest things get him excited and giddy like a child. He cries about almost everything, He cries when he talks about his family and friend and cries every time you mention your mother who passed away when you were 14. Hoseok is kind and caring. He’s the sweetest and the most adorable person you’ve ever met. He loves his friends and family a with all his heart, seeing them upset makes him upset too and he’ll do anything to make them happy. You always have to double take to see whether this is the same flirty Hoseok who took you home that night.

When Hoseok is not being a grown man in a bunny suit, he fucks around. In all literal sense. He walks into your studio covered in bruises and smelling like different women every morning. He doesn’t remember the name of half of the girls he has slept with. You’ve lost count of how many times you’ve walked into him making out with some random girl at the bar and you have to drag his ass home because he’s drunk out of his mind. You guessed this is the Wonho side of him.

When you asked him why he works at the host club when being a gym trainer pays him well, he has said that he enjoys making women happy. You didn’t ask him anything after that and he didn’t look like he wants to answer any more questions about it. Shin Hoseok is also a kind of man that does not believe in relationships and commitments. He says he likes to be free and doesn’t want to be tied down.

Another thing you have learnt is that he treats you differently. He calls you his closest friend and around you, he can be himself without worrying about being called oversensitive. You never understood why anyone would want to call him any of that because you love spending time with him no matter what he does. He makes you happy and brings the best out of you. He’s an amazing person and you know you can rely on him. Something you don’t usually do.

“So how your daddy dearest search for a suitor going?” Hoseok asks. He was currently devouring the fruits in the fruit basket you always keep in your studio. You looked up from your sketchbook and grinned “Horrible” you replied.

Hoseok guides you to get rid of the assholes your father sets you up with, without making it look as though you rejected them. Recently he told you to take your blind date to the nightclub. The next day you found your blind date sleeping naked next to the handsome bartendender from the club. He told you it was love at first sight and now you have become his friend that helped him find the love of his life. It was such an entertainment for you. Hoseok has become your life saviour.

“When is your father going to stop?” He pops a grape into his mouth and leans forward to take a peek at what you’re drawing. His lips pull into a wide grin. You’re drawing him. You sigh and then went back to your sketchbook “Hard to tell. Probably if I date a guy he absolutely despises” you said matter-a-factly as you watch Hoseok pop another grape into his mouth chewed it happily. You make a mental note to keep more grapes in your fruit basket. “Then why don’t you do that?” He looks at you as if you are stupid. “Where will I find such a guy?” you snatch the grape from between his fingers and pop it into your mouth. Hoseok pouts and narrows his eye at you “Tell me what kind of guy he hates and I’ll help you look for him” He offers.

You licked your lower lip and leaned back into your chair. This idea might actually work. Biting onto the back your pencil, you watched the blond rampage through your fruit basket for more grapes but gives up and decides to eat a banana. The ends of your lips curve into a dangerous smirk. An idea popped into your mind.

“You”

“What?”

You snatch the banana from his hand and toss it into the bin close by. You don't mind when he’s eating (which is all the time) but he pays only half attention to anything around him when he is. Pulling your chair close to him “My father hates you!” you announce cheerfully. Grinning do wide your cheeks would tear. Hoseok frowns “Wow. thanks” he looks longingly at his half-eaten banana lying in the trash can.

You roll your eyes and grab the ends of your chair, sliding towards Hoseok who is looking at you deadpanned. Cupping his face in small palms, you look into his eye “My father hates you. If you pretend to be my boyfriend for a while. Dad will be so annoyed that he’ll forbid me from dating anyone and eventually stop his search!” Wide smile and eyes twinkling with delight, you wait for his reply. Hoseok just looks at you as if you grew another head right in front of his eyes. “No. You’re crazy” He pulls away from your grasp.

“But it’s a brilliant idea!” You whine.

“No. It’s a very bad idea and I’m not going go through with it” He answers firmly wearing as he moves to the other side of the sofa. You cross your arms over your chest and pout at him “Why not?”

Hoseok lets out a sigh and presses the bridge of his nose with two fingers “Because my friend did the same thing with his girlfriend and now he’s stuck in his huge mess with her family. I don’t want to be a part of that kind of a mess” He points an accusing finger at you “So no. I’m not going to pretend you be your boyfriend” Hoseok adds and pulls the large fruit basket over his lap.

You stomp your legs on the ground and flare your arms “But Hoseok!” You whined again trying your best to throw a small tantrum. But you ended up looking like a monkey. You bit your lower lip angry when Hoseok just ignores you and resumes his rampage through the fruit basket, mumbling something about keeping more strawberries. Head tilting back you slide down your chair. You’ll just have to find a new way of stopping your father’s stupid venture.

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[winwiniswinning]

Clumsy Feet | Taeyong

Requested by @kookiexdae: Hi I was wondering if I could request a Taeyong scenario in which you two meet as trainees and you have difficulty dancing and he helps you out and then bc he likes you asks you out or something like that? fluffy plz thank u <3

Genre: Fluff | honestly think there’s like little bit of angst at the beginning?

Word Count: 1969

Warnings: None (unless you’re counting my crappy writing that will possibly make all of you go blind from reading it)

Creds to @megan1tuan for reading this and giving me the confidence to post this haha

Beads of sweat ran down the back of your neck and drenched your t-shirt as you tried and failed once again to complete the set of fast foot steps. You blocked out your dance teacher’s screaming, making it muffled like you were underwater. You already knew everything she was saying anyways. How you should be working harder, you weren't improving whatsoever, and you'd end up being kicked out if you performed like that at the monthly evaluation that was coming up. You knew. She had screamed that in your ear at least a hundred times by now.

You didn't even have to look up to know that all your fellow trainees were looking at you with pity. You hated that. Being looked down upon or with pity made you feel horrible. But you knew they only did that because they knew how hard you worked, and how little all your work did.

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12:00, midnight. You were exhausted and frustrated with yourself. You've been staying behind after everyone else to put in extra practice every night. And every night, you felt like you were getting worse instead of improving.

Right now, you were trying to do the entire dance routine perfectly. The monthly evaluation was at 7:00 in the morning and you were not going to allow yourself to get kicked out of SM because you couldn't perfect one dance routine.

Taeyong passed by the practice room you're using and peeked in through the window in curiosity when he heard loud music playing. He thought he was the only who practiced late and the idea of someone else being so dedicated as to practice to midnight like him made Taeyong excited.

Seeing you dancing hard in front of the mirror, he admired your determination to get the routine down. But he really couldn't deny the fact that your dancing was rather messy. Taeyong remembered to a time about a week ago when Jaehyun and Yuta talked about how bad of a dancer you were and laughed at a video that one of the girl trainees had taken during practice. Taeyong had felt horrible when he saw Jaehyun and Yuta, two close friends of his, making fun of another trainee. But he knew that you weren't as bad of a trainee as people made you out to be. Taeyong had heard plenty of other things about you too. How you were always complimented for amazing vocal and rapping abilities. And how you wrote great lyrics for songs that you made yourself. Taeyong hated to think that all of your talent could end up wasted just because you were a slower learner when it came to dance.

He opened the door quietly and slipped into the practice room. You paid no attention and continued dancing.

Your steps were muddled and messy but it wasn't too terrible. Taeyong figured that if the teacher had spent a bit of extra time on doing the steps, you would have it down. Now the main problem was your coordination. Your arms and legs seemed like they didn't even belong to you. Flopping and not strong and graceful.

While focusing hard on dancing, you feel as though you were being watched. Like someone was burning a hole through your back. You lifted your head up and spotted Taeyong standing behind you. You could feel your mouth opening in surprise. Taeyong was an extremely popular trainee, what with his rapping, vocals, dancing, and amazing visuals. Girls would always giggle about him and other cute boy trainees during break.

You had seen him dance before and was amazed by his skills. Every move of his was sharp and powerful. Not wanting to look weak, you straightened your back and turned off the music. “Why are you here?”

Naturally, Taeyong put on his cold exterior in response. Without missing a beat, he coldly replied with seemingly no emotion, “Your arms are a flailing mess, you keep on skipping over the same footsteps, and you're off beat.”

Without warning, your eyebrows furrowed and tears formed in your eyes. In seconds, the waterworks started and you were quietly sobbing to yourself. You knew that everything Taeyong was saying was right. The entire time, you had been trying to keep up to the music and control your movements. Hearing him say what you had already known with such a straight, cold face made you break.

Taeyong was startled by your sudden tears. Having no experience with girls, especially crying ones, he stood silently, frantically wondering what he should do. Deciding that a crying girl was no different from a crying boy, Taeyong approached you the same way he did with his younger trainee friends. Quietly, he stepped forward and gently pulled your head towards his chest. Keeping one hand on the back of your head, he wrapped the other around your waist. As Taeyong gently stroked your hair, he whispered, “I’m sorry for being so cold. Please stop crying.”

Having not been held by someone for so long, you started crying harder. Although you had just met him, you couldn’t help feeling like his hug had a nice, familiar feeling. The two of you stood there for five minutes. Even after you stopped crying, Taeyong continued to hold you to his chest. Your arms had found their way to wrap around his waist tightly, burying yourself in his soft sweatshirt stained with your tears.

“Are you feeling okay now? I’m so sorry, I was too harsh with you. I know that we’re having the monthly evaluation tomorrow so would you like me to help you with the dance routine?” Taeyong asked as you withdrew yourself from him.

Smiling through your tear stained face, “That would be great. Thanks,”

You were surprised by how different Taeyong was acting now from before. Although still skeptical about how you felt towards him, you gladly accepted his offer. He was considered one of the best dancers out of the trainees for a reason.

After that, Taeyong was much gentler to you and showed his real side; a soft, cuddly, little teddy bear that was willing to do anything to help. The two of you spent hours going over the entire routine and he was extremely patient in helping you with parts that you found difficult. The way he taught you was so much better than the dance teacher. Part of it was because he had you do the moves slowly at first and then build up your speed, but another part was that he made the atmosphere light and comfortable. Even though he knew that you only had a limited amount of time before the evaluation, he made jokes and gave you breaks. You were so grateful towards him. You knew that Taeyong could have easily passed by you and gone back to catch some sleep. But instead he took time (lots of time) to help you out. It was one of the sweetest, if not the sweetest thing that someone had done for you since you’d become a trainee.

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“Yes, Y/N! You did it!” Taeyong swooped you up in his arms, a move that caught you off guard for a moment. Once getting used to his warm arms around you, you laughed as he twirled you around. After working together on the dance routine for 5 hours, the sun was rising and you had finally been able to complete the entire routine without any mistakes.

High-fiving one another, you were both grinning ear to ear and standing there looking at each other. Realizing that the moment was getting rather awkward, Taeyong looked past you to see the sunrise. He couldn’t help but think that you looked so beautiful with the sun’s warm rays glowing behind you; it made you look like an angel.

“Hey Taeyong, you okay there?” You waved your hand in front of his face. He had been staring at you with a faraway gaze for a bit now and it was starting to creep you out. Although you really couldn’t deny the heat rising in you, heading straight for your face. Shaking his head a bit to get rid of those seemingly unnecessary thoughts about you, Taeyong gave a small smile back.

“Sorry, seems I sort of drifted off a bit from staying up so much.”

You felt a pang in your chest at his words. You knew that you were the reason he was so tired and out of it. Noting the small fall in your smile, Taeyong grabbed you by the shoulder and shook you gently. “It’s alright. It’s not your fault that I’m tired. I wanted to help you, didn’t I?” He reassured. “Hey, let’s go to McDonalds! We have some time before the testing and you need some good ol’ food in that tummy.” Taeyong followed by poking you gently in the stomach, eliciting a giggle from you.

Over an extremely unhealthy meal that a trainee definitely should not be eating, Taeyong and you spoke about the most random of topics. From your pets, favorite colors, funny trainee stories, to what words rhymed as you guys tried to form a rap together. You found yourself having much more fun that you’d experienced in a long time. Taeyong was very enjoyable company and had many interesting facts that he eagerly shared with you. And in the course of a simple short hour, you found out more about him than you ever thought you would.

Despite wanting to spend the entirety of the day with him, you knew that it was time to return to the SM building. The hands on the clock were quickly approaching six o’clock, the time when trainees were supposed to gather to prepare for the evaluation. Taeyong and you walked briskly back to the entertainment building as you chatted about your life back home. Taeyong almost wanted to burst out laughing at the animated expressions and hand movements you made to accompany your enthusiastic voice while you gushed about funny experiences, your friends, and how you became a trainee. He found them extremely endearing and unique to you.

Stopping in front of the sliding glass door of SM, Taeyong held your wrist to keep you from entering the building. His joyful expression had turned into one of nervousness. He fiddled a bit with his fingers.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” You laughed gently at his sudden change in personality.

Taeyong gave himself a small, You can do it! in his head before clasping his hands together. “Okay, so I know we haven’t known each other for that long,” He started slowly.

“Only like…” Pausing for a second, he counted on his fingers slowly. “Six hours.” He grinned at you. “But I really like your personality. You’re funny, sweet, energetic and so much more. And I admire the way you’re so driven with all of training. And honestly, I think I’m getting ahead of myself, but would you consider going on a date or two with me? Because I really want to know you more and spend more time too cause you-”

You interrupted his cute ramble and your heart seemed to pump faster as you spoke. “Of course.”

“What?”

“I said, I’d love to go on a date or two with you.” And more to yourself than him, you mumbled, “And maybe be your girlfriend later.”

His face lit up like a little kid on Christmas day, not only from you agreeing, but also because he managed to catch what you said to yourself. You guys smiled goofily at each other for a minute before you remembered that the clock was ticking and you really did need to get into the building. Quickly, you squished his cute little cheeks and gave a small peck on his nose before hurrying into the building.

“Wish me good luck on my evaluation!”

[pandabearlikes]

My Husband, Kim JunMeow

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Chapter o1. Kim JunMeow

I hate cats.  Cats are atrocious, selfish little monsters who leave your costly business attire looking like you slaughtered a bear and your airways choking of fur balls.  

"What do they even do?  Eat, sleep, poop.  Repeat."

“Luxury life, you jelly?” my cat lover friend, Lila, clicks her pen against my temple and jeers.

“Pftt.  Of their smelly butts?  Why would I be?” I roll my eyes and collected my Chemistry textbooks from the library table.

“You’re just hating.  Cats are the cutest most cuddly creatures in this world,” she exaggerates with clasp hands against her cheeks and eyes that almost bulge out in animated hearts.

I shiver just thinking about all the entrapped saliva nestled in their fur.  My friend scoffs and begins to pack her bags as well.  It is the last semester of college and the last thing I want is to go to class but the last thing I could afford is to not go to class.  

“The world out there is your cat!” the dork leaps onto her feet and exclaims.

I smack my textbook shut in her face and amusingly correct, “You mean oyster??”  She grimaces from the intrusive breeze and pouts.  “'The world is your oyster’, it means we are all in the position to take opportunities life has to offer.”

The cherubic faced female raises her brow.

“…Because you can’t get the pearl without grinding and prying open the shell.  Some people settle for comfort and pick tiny, easy to open ones and end up with a dull rock.  Others choose to take the road less travelled, pick the biggest oyster, hammer, tear, and groove it until the mollusk reveals the flawlessly shiny one-of-a-kind pearl,” I recite with so much genuine poetic passion that I almost think I’m auditioning for a Shakespearean play.  I’d like to think Shakespeare would be proud of me.  

“No.  I did mean, ‘The world out there is your cat.’  Cats are priceless.  Pearls are not,” Lila counters.

I smack my face with my palm.  “I seriously hate cats,” I grunt under my breath.

“Well, don’t tell me I didn’t tell you, you’re gonna marry a cat one daaaay~” she singsongs.

“No, thank you, you crazy cat lady~” I play along and sing back as I skip my way through the library exit and wave goodbye to my dear friend.  

Books snuggled tightly against my chest, I slug my way to the lab to make up my Chemistry report. I had flunked it twice and it is my last chance if I didn’t want to spend my entire summer back here.

“Meow,” I hear a short purr from the bushes and skid to a stop.  “Meow~” the creature calls out to me.  Only its large circular eyes are visible from behind the shadows.  With a sharp inhale and wide-eyed with realization that said-smelly fur ball monster is right in front of me, I snap my neck to the other side and speed walk away.  

“Meow >:(,” the abandoned cat grunts and scampers back into the alley.  

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“Ahh, I think I failed again,” I groan and blow concentrated air up at my now messy bangs.  Oh, woe, little miss damsel in distress who can’t seem to get the right amount of sulfite into the beaker or set the thermometer to beep at boiling point.

“What am I going to do with my life?” I dramatize and deflate.  “Should I start bribing the TA?” I mumble under my breath and anxiously bite my nails as I eye myself head to toe at the glass reflection of the campus building.  Hair disheveled and unwashed for three days, dark bags under my eyes, and jeans only God knows how long I haven’t washed for.  Life of a college science student~  What life.  WHAT LIFE?!?!  Even a rich geezer would steer far away, much more the young, handsome, and intelligent TA, Kim Jongdae.  Puffs of happy stars and fluttering butterfly hearts twirl in front of me at the thought of my crush's kitten smile.  

“He likes cats, you know that right?” Lila’s knowing advice replays in my mind and my shoulders slump.  

“No, not even for him, I wouldn’t—“ I start but my voice trails in projection at the sight of the twin glowing eyes reflected on the window.  Slowly, I turn around to come face to face with a white cat.  His luscious fur almost illuminates like holographic magic in the dead of the night.  

“GAHHH!” I shrill and run to hide behind a street lamp post.  

The feline’s marble-like eyes follow me with a striking intensity.  And from the bluish onyx hue, I instantly recognize it to be the same cat from before.  He approaches me, one paw at a time as I cower farther and farther behind my makeshift barricade, that really didn’t protect me much at all.  It’s a good placebo though.

“Wait, placebos are used in the context of medication, you Pabo,” I grumble to myself.  Ah, distress, pure distress of a science major who was too much of a chicken to spend eight years in Med school yet whose brain is wired in a way of a medical dictionary.  Oh woe, me.

“Meow!” the cat’s snappish call wakes me up from my own pessimistic thoughts.  

“Do-don’t get near me!” I order but the cat continues to advance, stopping right in front of me.  His fluffy paw lifts and he places it on the tip of my foot.  I hold my breath and almost lose my breath from anxiety.  Alright, alright.  I admit it, I have Ailurophobia a.k.a the irrational fear of cats.  It’s not that I hate them I just...  

“G-go…” I stutter.  The beautiful feline tilts his head and gazes up at me with a glint in his twinkling eyes.  “D-don’t make me kick you…” I make a false threat and wobble my foot that he had his palm placed on, hoping he would just let go.  

Instead, he places his other paw down too.  “Meow~”

“Stop,” I strictly say.  

“Meow :(“ his purr betrays his hurt.  Innocently, the kitty snuggles his entire body closer and settles down by using both of my feet as his cushion.  He looks up with puppy eyes…only, well…puppy eyes on a cat…yah…you know what I mean…I digress…He looks up with puppy eyes as if waiting for me to reject him but hoping I wouldn’t.

“Stop.  Don’t give me that look,” I frown, “I’m not taking you home.”  

Without letting him reply, I slide my feet backward to freedom.  The cat plops back down onto the concrete floor.  Frowning, I pull the straps of my backpack and start to walk home.  It is already past 11pm, which meant lingering any longer would be dangerous.

I take a step forward.  

“Meow~” the kitty whines, trailing my steps.  He swirls and twirls his way between my two feet and looks up with pure anticipation.  Again, I try to detach myself from this fur ball monster wearing a cute angelic face as a disguise.  He latches on with both paws around my right ankle.  I groan.

“Look kitty…there’s a bunch of cat lovers around here,” I explain with exasperation.  Pointing straight down the street, I persuade, “If you continue down this road and make two lefts and see a peach brick house, stop and meow loudly, a crazy cat lady will take you in.”

“Meow :(“ he grunts and lowers his head.  He licks his front paws and then looks up at me again.  

“Her name is Lila and she’s a little weird but she’s very caring and would adore you…” I elaborate.  “So go on your way…” I shoo and start to walk again.  Again, he follows.  I skid to a stop and try to persuade him again.  This happens for another half an hour before I give up and just head home pretending there isn’t a clingy feline tailing me.  

In front of my house, I try to distract the cat as best as possible so I could unlock the door, slip in, and slam it before he could follow me in but he holds onto my legs and begs in meows.  It is a bit chilly tonight and soft drizzles only showed potential to turn into a heavy rain storm.  Momentary hesitation equals an opportunity for the fluff ball.  He squeezes through the door gap and dashes into my apartment.  Groaning, I toss my head back in resignation.  

“It really isn’t the time for this…” I heave and head in as well.  Too tired from the day of studying and testing and failing and trying to get rid of a cat, I end up just plopping down onto the sofa.  Arms outstretched wide and head thrown back, I think about surrendering and being a cry baby for one day.  You know, the possibility of not graduating in time is quite daunting even if it does sound like #firstworldproblems.  On the other hand, unlike me, this cat curiously wanders around and makes himself at home.  

“Well, I’m tired, Kitty.  I’m calling it a night.  You be good and I’ll drop you off at the animal shelter tomorrow morning, okay?” I bargain.  

Lethargically, I drag myself to my room and toss my dead weight against the bed.  Soft whimpers fleet from my lips.  I snuggle my way into my blanket cocoon.  Flying sheep are seconds from sending me to sweet slumber when I feel a furry paw against my nose.  My eyes shot open.

“No. Stay on floor,” I discipline, lift the bad boy up, and put him onto the ground.  I roll back into my comfy bed…only seconds later, I feel a soft tug against my blanket.  My lips part and I gather up the last of my patience to scold the little monster, when I notice its choppy tugs.  He had grabbed onto the corner of my blanket with his teeth and was slowly pulling it to cover my shoulders.  My expressions soften without my permission.  When he finally deems it a good job tucking me in, the amicable creature leaps back down to the floor and tries to build his own warm bed by curling his tail around his body.  So innocent and vulnerable.  A tinge of guilt penetrates through my heart.  

“You want a blankie?” I question, my voice a little gentler than before.  

The cat surprises me by shaking his head, as if fully comprehending my question.  Chewing on my inner cheek, I spring up, grab a cushion from my chair, and place it on the floor next to him.

“You can use it as a bed.”

Again, he shakes his head.  I frown.

“The floor’s extra cold tonight because of the rain outside…” I observe but the feline tilts his head and doesn’t make the move to accept my offer.

Sighing, I inquire, “You want a towel or a soft t-shirt or a plushie to snuggle with?” I look around my room for some cat-friendly items.  That's when I squint and notice the leather band around his neck.  "Oh, hey…you have a collar.  Are you not a stray?” I kneel down and observe the pendant.  Sadly, the age and rust of the metal tampers much of the information’s legibility.  

Kim Su---

Instead of answering my question, he wraps his paws around my arm, tugs me closer, and tries to nestle on my lap.  I toss my head back and groan at this troublesome cat.  “I should just toss you out,” I grumble under my breath.

As if understanding my words, the cat instantly lets go of my arm.  His eyes glosses over and he melts against the floor as if sulking.  

“I was only joking!” I quickly back track.  "It is pouring cats and dogs outside, I’m not that heartless…” I reassure and somehow instinctively outstretch my palm to pet him on the head.  He likes it very much, much more than I had imagined.  With a long sigh, I scan my bed.  “You want to climb on the bed?”

The corners of his lips curl up and he jumps up and down with joy.  Chuckling, I surrender and hop onto the bed.  He follows suit.

“Stay at the foot of the bed,” I half-heartedly instruct with a yawn.  The white fluff obediently stays at the spot for about two minutes, before he sneaks his way toward my shoulder.  “I said, ‘Foot…of…the…bed…’” my voice slurs due to my sleepiness.  Dozing in and out, I recall him nestling comfortably at the croak of my neck.  Automatically, my body cuddles around the warm guest, who lays the final magical touch to my sweet dreams.

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My tongue smacks against the top of my mouth palate as I half-consciously try to moistens the dryness.  Whimpering, I roll around in my sheets, hoping to stretch out my sore muscles before the alarm clock shrills anxiety back into my life.  One more satisfying stretch and I open my eyes to a good morning—

“AHHH!” I shriek at the sight of a stranger sleeping beside me.  Automatically, my body chooses flight over fight; I back away so hastily, my body crashes from the bed onto the floor.  The chaotic noise awakens the man.  

Long lashes flutter open.  His movements are fluid and graceful as he rolls out his shoulders and sits himself upright on my bed.  He stares at my astonished state with the tilt of his head and several innocent blinks.  Heaving air back into my frightened lungs, I reflexively lift the blanket from my body and look down.  Just a thin cami and PJ pants, not naked.  Not naked.  Whew.

“So nothing happe—“

The young man stands up, letting his blanket fall fluidly down his broad chest, chiseled abs, and…

My eyes widen and lips drop agape.  Heart pound against my chest.  Front row seats to Magic Mike would be an understatement.  The foreign male stands there, completely oblivious to my bewilderment.  He starts to advance toward me, inch by inch.  I almost choke myself to death by swallowing the lump in my throat.  

“Wh-wuh…who…who are you?!” I panic, scoot myself backward, and recoil against the wall.  He stops a foot from me with his exposed manly goods literally, right in front of my face.  My eyes bulge.  I swallow again, my head starts to spin.  Mouth opens wide - out of shock, I SWEAR out of shock, you dirty minded readers.    

Just then, I hear keys jiggle outside from the front door.  My name rings from the familiar voice of my mother.  Gasping, I turn to the man, who turns back to me with a blank stare.  Maniac panic ensues.  Footsteps click against my wooden living room floor.  Jerking up to my feet, I grab onto the man’s wrist, yank him, and throw him on the bed.  The sheets are tossed on top of him.

“Hey, Sweetie—“ my mother pushes open the door of my room and greets but immediately could smell the fishie fishiness.  

Nervously, I try to cover up my scandalous act and the very visible random lump on my mattress by literally sitting on top of it and pretending it’s all cushion.  Immediately, I regret such decision as I had so coincidentally place my bum right on his manhood.  It throbs through the sheets against my left back thigh and I have to bite my lower lip to keep calm.  

“Hi, Mum…heh…” I nervously ruffle my hair.

“Why do you look so guilty?” she narrows her eyes.  

“Oh-oh…N-no..not at all.”  Needless to say, I fail at my pursuit of a Degree in Deception.  My hiccup attack, thereafter, doesn’t help much either.  “Ju-just…hic-  Just sur hic- prised you came to vi hic- sit without notice…heh…”  No slick, what so ever.  

Nothing I do passes my mother’s eyes.  The sharp and observant female charges into the room, shoves me aside, and throws the cover away.  I shriek; my arms outstretch out of reflex.  Thankfully, the handsome sexy…no…focus…man gripped onto the covers before she exposed his lower region.

My full name bellows from my mother’s lips and I’m clawing my hair coming up with an excuse to cover up my possible one-night stand and not get ass-whipped by the conservative Catholic woman.  Growing up, I was taught that sex before marriage was not allowed.  

“Who is he?!” the furious woman interrogates as she takes note of how scantily clad I am too.  She sniffs the room as if trying to gather evidence of the shameful act.  Automatically, my hands lift up in a pose of surrender, though I had no intention to actually admit to her suspicions.  The gorgeous man across from me gazes in my direction with an innocent stare and a sweet, honeyed smile that contradicts his sexy Devil’s bodayyy.  I spend a moment too long ogling over his features that my mother snaps at me again.    

“I-uh…I…” Beads of tears start to coat my lashes.  

“You have some explaining to do, Young Lady.  I’m calling your father!” the middle-aged woman warns and starts punching numbers on her phone.

“No-no…MUM…” I choke.  Squeezing my eyes shut, my lips automatically move on their free will, “He’s my husband!”  

The phone drops from my mother’s hand.  Internationally, I face palm.  Really?!  That was the worse possible damage control ever.  The attractive man blinks.  He gifts me another sweet smile when he catches my gaze.  Immediately, I look away because I tell myself I can’t be entranced or horny right now with my outraged tiger mom in front of me.    

With the twitch of her brows, the older female laces my name with full warning and seethes through her teeth, “We need to talk.”  I swear my butt crack began to perspire.  

Gulping hard with panic, I glance at the mysterious man as if begging for help, only not really expecting it.  You know, like, what could he really do?  I didn’t even know where he came from for God’s sake.  Was I drunk?  Is this a dream?  I didn’t like the latter thought because I’ve been so dry and thirsty that the wetness of my panties causes ecstasy in my boring life and the thought that I had to possible wake up from it is quite unfortunate.  Priorities, much?  It’s only worth it if I don’t first get strangled by my own mother.  At my stagnancy, the older woman scans my pretend husband and scoffs at the black collar-like choker around his neck.  

I squint.  Wait…I’ve seen that…somewhere—

It’s the third time my full name rips from her throat and I know I’m in the deepest trouble I’ll ever be in.  Wiping my clammy hands against my pants, I turn to my mother and begin to push her out the door.  Blundering words escape my lips, “I’m sorry mom, I’ll explain.  I’ll call you later!  I swear!”  

“You got married?!” she shrills in disbelief.  

“Yes.  I mean No.  I mean…Yes…”  What has gotten into me?  I must be out of my damn mind or otherwise possessed.  Closing my eyes shut, I continue to direct her toward the door.

“You got married and did not tell your father or me?!” the woman scolds and then heaves, “How long have you even known that man?!  Do you know his character?!  What if he’s a stripper?  What is his name?!  I’m going to have your father investigate him!”

“Uh-I…I’ll tell you later.  Mum, can you leave first?” I nervously plea.

“Give me a name or I’m not leaving!” the female adamantly states.

Ah, stress.  STRESS.  Just as I am brainstorming a list of fake names to use, the strange male walks out with a blanket tied around his hip, and answers, “My name is Kim JunMeow.”  

A/N: Yo! I’m back (≚ᄌ≚) Did you guys miss me?  Did you enjoy the first chapter of the new series?  This is probably the only “slower” paced chapter because I had to introduce the situation but chapters here on after are fast-paced and eventful ;);) Also, do you guys like my sassy tone more or my more artistic/poetic writing?  Do share your opinions!

P.S. For the record, cats are my favorite animals in this entire world, surpassing even pandas + bunnies, and you guys know I love the latter two.  

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