#he is one of those fluffy white dogs w shit around his eyes but he is truly rhe sweetest little mans i have ever met

[muppetsnoopy]

thought my bf's mom's dog was sitting on my lap bcos he loved me but as soon as I finished eating my dinner and let him lick my fingers he jumped down and left..... #fakefriends

[a03bkdk]

no quirks bkdk fic rec list (p 2)

thirsty gay wingman fic by lalazee

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Oct 11, 2019 "Thinkin abt besties-since-birth BkDk goin to college together, Dk begrudgingly bein Bkg's wingman w/chicks & lamenting his big gay crush. One nite, Bkg cant get laid, hes drunk in a shitty mood, so Dk propositions him, which turns into the best night ever & the WORST consequences."

My tweet got 366 likes & 66 reblogs, so that was more than enough reason to write about it.

romeo and romeo by supercrunch

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There’s a nasally howl from the neighbour’s place. Izuku looks up – it’s the very loud, very blond guy living in the unit opposite. They’re technically in separate blocks but their balconies are close enough they can see into each other’s living rooms. He’s dancing around in his pyjamas. Yodelling at the top of his lungs off-key, swinging his Pomeranian around by the armpits like a furry ragdoll. “You’re a dog! You’re a fluffy little yellow dog and you’re a pain in the ass but you’re still my favourite shit-stain, yeah!”

Izuku bursts out laughing. The neighbour’s head whips around. He yelps when he sees him, tossing the dog on the couch and scrambling out of view to hide in the hall.

Izuku drops the watering can and runs back inside to find his phone.Small Might: Guys. I've decided i have a crush on my neighbour.

(quarantine baking: a balcony romance)

mechanical bull by warschach

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Katsuki has a track record of bad choices, it's a condition, but Izuku might be the one choice that's right.

battle of the bands by roadtripwithlucifer

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'The rules are simple. Battle of the Bands. Local bands send in a single track to the radio station, and ten tracks are selected. Over the coming month, the songs play on the station and listeners vote on the top five. The top 5 play a live concert as part of a music festival, then the top 3 at a larger, indoor venue. The top two have the honor of opening on the first stop of All Might’s retirement tour – here. In Izuku’s home town. And finally, the winner gets the ultimate prize. Getting to spend the rest of the tour, forty cities, across the country as All Might’s opener. Three months. Same tour bus. Shoulder to shoulder with the greatest musicians the world has ever known.'Izuku Midoriya is a broke college student presented with the opportunity of a lifetime. But winning isn't gonna be easy, especially when one band's aggressive blonde frontman seems to be dead-set on making Izuku's life a living hell.

oh my god! they were roomates! by phatye

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“Don’t go through my shit, and if there’s a tie on the door, then fuck off!” Katsuki growled. “...what?” he asked. Katsuki glared at him. “This is fucking college, and I plan on getting laid a lot! I don’t need some nerd cockblocking me! And what is with all the fucking toys here!” Katsuki had moved over to his shelves. “Are you a fucking child or something?!” This was not what he was expecting.

shades of blue by young_crone

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Echoes filtered down the white hall as he descended the stairs toward the locker rooms, reverberating from the pool. A whistle, the sound of breaking water. He swiped the towel over his face, paused. The sliver of cerulean catching the sinking sun pouring through the skylights, the red and white lane buoys, the burn of chlorine.Izuku ran a hand through his curls, snagging on a knot. The clock on the wall reminded him how late it was. A minute wouldn't hurt. He worried his lip. Just a glimpse.

k-9 by warschach

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Izuku takes in a stray on one rainy night, except it's not a dog, it's a dog shifter who goes by the name, Katsuki. After the initial wave of panic and embarrassment, Izuku thinks his new pet/roommate is pretty cute.

sucker punch by warschach

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But, whatever, Disney Boy over there was—

Prettying up real damn good that Katsuki got kind of distracted—totally understandable, like god those CGI pine eyes—and didn’t see the straight path he made for the metal trash bin in the center of the area until he was tipping forward and waist deep in discarded bottles, plates, balled up tissues sticky with he prayed was chocolate ice cream and nacho cheese.

Mina howled behind the gate. “Look, Katsuki returned to his home.”

(or Katsuki works security at Six Flags and moonlights as a derby dude and continuously looks uncool around Izuku)

may I take your order, dipshit? by supercrunch

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So, like, maybe Bakugou wasn’t really the best choice for this whole pizza delivery shindig.

(Midoriya in love, Bakugou in denial, and way, way too much cheese.

A BakuDeku romance in thirty minutes or less. )

raise me so high (your sins become my pedestal) by stardust_painter

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After his boyfriend cheats on him, Izuku wants to do something stupid. The question is how stupid does he want to be.

The answer is very stupid apparently.

eye for an eye or whatever by tobiyos

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“I’ll make it up to you!” Izuku says brightly, lifting his head from Katsuki’s lap.

Katsuki’s eyes narrow but he isn’t still pushing Izuku away so. Progress. “Fuck are you gonna do to make it up to me?”

“Hmm…” Izuku says quietly, tapping at his chin. “Oh! You’re still a virgin, right?”

Katsuki chokes on his own spit and promptly renews his efforts of pushing Izuku away by the forehead. “Fuck off,” he wheezes, “get out of my room.”

leap of faith by ladyofsnails

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Midoriya Izuku is just a random kid who loves art, analyzes everything, and is obsessed with the (in)famous hero Mighty Spider. He's got a loving mother, a great uncle, and maybe not too many friends that aren't those two but he's working on it.

And then a random cute boy shows up at his school, a spider bites him, he meets his hero under the worst possible conditions, and it all goes to hell. Now he's got villains on his tail, a promise to keep to a dead guy, and a washed-up hobo as his mentor.

Here goes nothing.

green is the warmest color by gloriousporpoise

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“Woah, someone call the fire department,” Eijirou says, elbowing Katsuki squarely in the ribs. “That guy is smokin.’”

“I literally hate you.”

Here’s the thing, though. Eijirou’s a certified dumbass, but his current observation isn’t even a little bit wrong, much to Katsuki’s displeasure.

“Think you can get his number?”

Or, Bakugou is a painter without a muse.

you and i collide by ethereals

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And not that Bakugou’s the type to sexualize a potentially dead body; especially one that he just accidentally murdered, but the man has some pretty solid DSL’s. He would hit it, with more than just his car.

OR

in which rich fratboy! bakugou is a badass who accidentally hits poor med student!izuku with his car and chaos ensues therefore.

97.6 FM by jamjars

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Izuku can’t stop listening to the radio host with the deep voice who sounds like he’s stuck in 2010. It’s a harmless crush. That is until he starts calling into the show under the pseudonym Deku.

Or Radio Host! Baugou x Listener! Midoriya

give me that sweet love by xsxuxgxax

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Things Katsuki needs to excel at: be hot, be clever and pretend to be nice, let Izuku kiss him publicly, let Izuku fuck him privately…

(sugar baby katsuki and sugar daddy izuku pretty much)

dance with me by astralchaos

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Mina pulled up a video of a young man, seemingly teen, dancing to a popular new hit, and Izuku felt his heart drop to his stomach. His skin prickled and felt clammy as he started sweating nervously, not daring to move or make a noise. His eyes were glued to the screen but he didn’t see anything – his brain was too busy going into overdrive and freaking out.

Because Mina was showing him a video of himself. The one he uploaded last night.

How on Earth did she find this? He had barely a few thousand views, he wasn’t popular, and it’s not like he was even any good, especially compared to her or Kacchan–

“That move was sexy as hell,” Kacchan said, and that was when Izuku realized that his childhood friend – his longtime crush – also leaned in to watch the video Mina was showing him.

puppies puppies by Esselle

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"So after doing all that," Katsuki says, "you're just going to settle here? Tatting up wannabe bad boys?"

"You think all guys who have a lot of tattoos are wannabes?" Midoriya asks, so smoothly that it throws Katsuki.

"Wh—no, I mean—maybe!" Katsuki says. "You'd know best, wouldn't you? Are you a bad boy?"

The words are out of his mouth before he even realizes it, and he regrets them immediately. There's a figurative list of things that one should never do, and probably high up on it is asking dark-haired sailors with ocean green eyes and black swirls of ink all across their barely concealed muscles if they are bad boys.

--

Katsuki thinks he has everything he needs in life: a successful pet shop, an occasionally reliable assistant, and the unconditional love of the twenty puppies he’s raising for adoption. But when the tattoo parlor next door hires Midoriya Izuku, a hot sailor with an affinity for dogs, it makes Katsuki wonder if he might need something more.

Like… a piece of that ass. Maybe. He’s figuring it the hell out as he goes.

im gonna make a part 3 later ergaegrggjnjuvuh

[kanene-yaaay-o-retorno]

The Color of my Soul(mates) [2]

[First oneshot]

[AO3 link]

Kanene’s Notes:

Nope, I do not regret the pun. New oneshot yaaaay!! Just a quick reminder that both Virgil and Patton’s mindsets are bad. They can work, of course, but only for a certain expense. Worry not. They will both start to go to a therapist and take care of themselves, even though this will not be heavily shown in the oneshots.

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

* That fanfic has Moxiety and Past Moceit and Past Virgil/Remus (no idea how it’s called dfghjdfghj) in a platonic relationship (yet), but it can be viewed as romantic, if you wish.

* Swearing, depreciative thoughts, losing someone (not death, just stopping to be soulmate), anger issues, anxious thoughts and nightmares. It’s hurt/comfort.

* [~*~]  Means passage of time

* [...] Means change in the focus of the narrative 

* This characters do not belongs to me. They all belongs to the amazing Thomas Sanders in his series of Sanders Sides.

* Something around 5.300 words. -w-)b.

* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! Any advice is very very welcome!

* Tô com preguiça de postar a versão em português brasileiro aaaa! Thankys for reading, my lollipops! Say to someone important how much you love them, be safe, talk with the one that you love, drink water and sleep well! Byeioo!~

                          [~*~]

Loneliness is an island with missing boats.

Missing is when the moment tries to run away from the memories to happen again and can’t do it.

Memories are when, even without authorization your thinking re-presents a chapter.

-       Adriana Falcão - Meanings

[~*~]

Hey, Dee! It’s been some time, huh? Nothing really happened around here, so I have no interesting news to share today. Buut, I learned a new knock knock joke! I would finally get you to laugh with this one! It’s like that:

Me: Knock, knock.  

U: Who’s there?  

Me: Ice cream.  

U: Ice cream who?  

Me: Ice cream if you don’t let me in!

Funny, right?!

… It feels silly to continue to talk with you through those letters. I can’t-

I don’t even know where to send them! That is stup- not great.

I just… I just miss you, Dee. A lot. My uncle says that I should get your old representation out of the bed and hide it so I can start moving on, but… It feels empty, you know? Everything.

I really miss you.

Love, Heart.

[…]

“No.” 

His words echoed in his mind, the strap of his backpack slipping from his grip, his body throwing itself forward, heart jumping in the back of his throat as his steps inevitably brought him even closer to the faded green, almost white, shark plushie in front of him. 

“No.” 

He repeated, as if this was a spell able to make the scene before him change. His hands trembled and failed in touching the so loved object, a silent scream slipping from his slightly parted lips. Yet, he still tried to think of something. Anything that would erase his choices. He knew it.

He should have known. He read about it before, the butterfly effect. Any choice, any movement, any little thing you did could change drastically your future. It could make events – people – which would happen in your life just…

Disappear. 

[The stuffed animal remained quiet on his hands, it’s blank face staring superficially, not really seeing him. Not like before.]

He knew it. 

“Rat?” He knew it. He knew it. He knew, knew, knewknewknew it! “Ree?” His soul searched desperate for an answer. But he got none. No thoughts, no feelings, no small touches, no acknowledging sparks, nothing. 

That word seemed to ring unbearably in his ears. There was nothing there. Nothing except for the silence and the void which filled itself with despair at every that went by.

“This better not be a prank or this time I will throw you in the washing machine for real!” Virgil’s eyes were stinging. He should have done better, should have thought in another way or another anything. He shouldn’t have done that, he shouldn’t! 

“Ree, stop. That is not funny.” Ree actually preferred when Virgil called him Rat, and as his chest was scratched by an agonizing, crescent fear, deep down the young boy wished his soulmate would jump – his thoughts always felt like that, excited, uncontrollable jumpy frogs just playing around – from somewhere and demands Virgil called him by it. “Answer me!!”

His fingers squished the soft fabric, a short, unexpected wave of anger pleading for at least a shout of pain before Virgil realized what he was doing, immediately lighting his touch, tears shining in a sad gloom in the corner of his eyes. His breathing started to hurt.

He needed to do something.

“MOM!!”

Virgil opened his door with a strong slam, running through the wooded floor of the corridor, stumbling his way to the stairs, coming down at the highest speed he could muster. The adult figure was already standing in the living room, the Tv blasting a show in the background, probably the activity his mother was concentrating on before his cry. A frown painted her face and her dark eyes stared at the boy when he stood in front of her, holding his stuffed shark in her direction.

“Fix him!” 

[‘it’ a quiet whisper from his brain corrected his sentence.]

Her analytical eyes danced around the toy in front of her, looking for any teared fabric, any stain or hint of what happened to it, the confusion in her actions becoming more and more prominent as no visible result was found.

[And, as her analysis occurred, the quiet whisper in the back of his mind wondered if this was the original color of the shark before it became a representation of his soulmate. They were together for so long Virgil didn’t even remember what it used to look like.]

No! The boy with heterochromatic eyes firmly gritted his teeth, head shaking. This was NOT the shark’s real color. Its real color was a dark, deep, enthusiastic green full of chaotic ideas and dumb jokes and sparks and grins.

He refused to let everything end in this way.

Realization fell in her face, a soft gasp coming from her open mouth. “Oh, Virgil…”

“No, no, no! You- You need to fix him!” But her eyes… “Mom, please,” the way her arms opened to involve his small, trembling form… 

“Please, he is my best friend.”

[‘Was’]

She hugged him, cradling her fingers in his hair and lightly rocking Virgil and his sobs, her sweet words muffled by his cry. Then the younger one wiggled out of her touch, getting the plushie and running back to his room, the door slamming one more time.

He refused.

“No! No!!” He kicked his backpack, its content spreading across his carpeted floor. The shark was placed in his desk seconds before the Virgil focused his anger on his bed, throwing everything on the floor. His pillows hit the walls and the toys on his shelves. The cacophony of sounds made his head hurt, but he ignored this in order to kick and throw more things. 

Seconds, minutes, countless pieces of time passed before he stopped, panting and with stinging eyes in the middle of the room, his only possessions left untouched was his guitar and Ra- His shark stuffed animal.

Because he loves playing guitar. Because he loves Ree.

His fingers pet its soft fur, wandering in every detail, trying to burn in his soul how alive and colored it used to be before today.

Virgil felt like crying, felt like hugging his old-representation with all his might and just spent the rest of the day like this, pleading that Ree would come back and Virgil would do better and everything could be back to normal again.

But he refused.

He refused to cry like a baby. He refused to let this happen to him. He refused to be made a fool by the Soulmate System or whatever sadistic creature that observed him right now. He refused to go through all of this again. 

Ever again.

Virgil opened his closet and got up on his chair, hiding the shark on the highest shelf under a bunch of old comforts he never got to use.

They wanted him to be a Colorless? Very well, then.

[~*~]

Anger is when the dog who lives in you shows its teeth.

Sadness is a gigantic hand that squeezes your heart.

-       Adriana Falcão - Meanings

[~*~]

Hiya, Dee.

Some days are better, some are worse. 

It hurts.

But, hm, good things, right? Today was sunny and refreshing, I love when this happens. A ladybug landed in my hand yesterday, it was so small… I also found another beautiful feather when I went to the park last weekend, very fluffy and a baby on the bus smiled at me after I made some funny faces.

I hope you’re also receiving and giving some beautiful smiles there. Aunt just called me for the movie night so… See you later!

I miss-

Love, Heart.

[…]

Virgil woke up sweating. A tight feeling clutching the back of his mind. However, he managed to catch himself before his eyes opened, the back of his hand pressing them, as if to make sure they wouldn’t open against his will.

Urg… Not this again…

Virgil pressed harder the pillow curling around his head, the pressure easing the irritation as he groaned in protest, wondering how much more time it would take before he finally grew used to this routine. An annoying sensation banged rhythmically on his chest, hammering together with his heart and flying along with the butterflies on his stomach over and over again until a slightly nausea almost leaded the one in pajamas to give up and just find the nearest stuffed animal so his soulmate’s bond could finally be initiated, his representation showed up and then the exhausted teen could finally get some freaking rest  and then proceed to turn a blind eye to his soulmate for the rest of their lives.

Who would say that ignoring the Soulmate System would be so hard?

But, damn, even if this shit always came back at the right moment when the first ray of sunshine hit his face, usually Virgil had at least the freedom of the night to sleep!

His hand wandered clumsily, hitting the bean bag next to his bed and looking for the small device he always left there for the night. He sighs when his fingers make contact with the cold of his phone, quickly bringing it up to his face and making sure nothing else could get in his eye field. On the third try he succeeded to put the right password, ignoring the video shining on it and quickly lowering the brightness of his screen until it was almost nonexistent. 

Four in the morning. What the heck was his not-for-much-longer-soulmate doing up at this hour??

Ok. It didn’t matter, Virgil murmured to himself, his words slurring, completely engulfed by the fog of sleepiness which continued to involve him. It didn’t matter because Virgil was sure he would manage to win that battle, just like he did on every other occasion since Ree. Of course, he never had a perfect receipt for this, only a group of superficial orientations as focusing on something else, tossing around the mattress until the exhaustion took over his body or doing anything that guaranteed his suborn nature to fight until the bond faded away with some hours, maybe one or two days. 

However, this one was about to complete a whole week and his resolution was beginning to weaken, escaping between his fingers regardless of how much he fought to hold it with tooth and nails. The mild headache growing on him was the proof of this.

He flipped his pillow, letting its cold surface rest on his face, adjusting himself to lay starfished onto the bed. 

He needed distractions. 

Songs. He liked to listen to music a lot, something he would be very much inclined to do now if it wasn’t so late and his earphones were so far away. But, stopping to think about it, it was crazy how sounds work, like, even if they’re far away they manage to be heard. Pretty much like that weird sound captured by that boat who was only minding its business… The Bloop. Heh. The Bloop. Such a stupid name… He wondered if it was a Jurassic animal doing that and when humanity would be finally able to answer his question. If it is really an animal will they call him Bloop? That is a horrible name to give to something probably gigantic and scary… Bloop… Bloopers… blooo...

His muscles from his toes to the tip of his fingers began to relax, his breathing becoming more erratic as the trail of nonsense thoughts led him away from reality and straight to the cloak of Morpheus. Bit by bit he started to be unaware of his room. First the faint sound of his spider quietly scraping the sand on her terrarium, second the sensation of the pillow on his face, then the cold of his phone as it slipped away from his hand…

And, unsupervised by the teenager's eyes, his index finger hit the ‘play’ button on the video, and the blasting of Aquiles Priester’s drums filled the room in a hot shot, followed in the same second by Virgil’s hoarse scream. The confusion and sound making the one with heterochromatic eyes stumble to a sit position, blankets and pillows falling from him as his astonished movements tried to be coordinated enough to turn off his phone before his mother woke up and decided to know why and what her son was doing up at four-darn-morning. 

The button was hit and the silence was faster in cover the room all over again, being only broken by Virgil’s shaken gasps, his trembling fingers laying on his adulterated heartbeats, taking large, wobbly deep breaths in order to normalize it, his attention entirely focused on hearing any hint of muffled step outside his room.

In. Hold. Out.

In. Hold. Out.

He was fine. Everything was fine. 

This was only a scare.

In. Hold. Out.

In. Hold. Out.

Okay. No sound. Virgil allowed himself to fall on his bed, stretching and humming in attempts to ground him to reality, not taking too long to let the sleepiness begin to slowly crawl to his mind again, his body feeling surprisingly much lighter than it had been in days. A yawn escaped from his lips. What the hell he was doing with his cell phone anyway?

For the second time in the night his body fled to a sitting position, the sudden calm and coziness which hit his senses now having a slightly sour taste on his mouth as the teenager realized what it meant.

His soulmate bond was complete.

His gaze flew to the small pile of fabric on the floor, a glint of a sky-blue color shining amidst it. He pushed his blankets away and his breath hitched when the full form of his soulmate’s representation was shown.

Oh no. Nononono. That was- 

That wasn’t normal. Nor supposed to happen. Oh shit. Shitshitshitshit. What could he do?

Virgil dropped – carefully, even if the cold on the bottom of his stomach screamed for him to run! – the object on his bed, getting across the room and right in front of his closet in a blink of an eye. The door flung open, his gaze scrambling through all his possessions in search of that specific teddy bear his mother gave him a year ago, telling it was going to help him to heal, grabbing it firmly and plopping it next to the blue fabric calmly laying on his mattress. He bit his nails while his eyes ran from an object to another, waiting for the color to somewhat jump on the plushie, where it was supposed to go in the first place.

Virgil stared inquisitively at his pillow- no, his soulmate’s representation, as if he could scare the reality into changing itself. His fingers ran through his hair, feet pacing on the floor.

 Ok. His soulmate was a pillow. A literal pillow. That was not good.

Before he could fall on his parasitizing thoughts or hide the pillow and pretend nothing had happened, a badly muffled sound reached him, making his body freeze as his brain immediately recognized what it was:

Crying.

[...]

Before is a caterpillar who didn’t become a butterfly, yet.

Indecision is when you know very well what you want, but you think you should want another thing.

-       Adriana Falcão - Meanings

[...]

Hey, dear! Heart here again! It’s been a time, huh? I discovered a new Pet Shop nearby and a very nice old lady let me play with the puppies after school. You really should see the hamsters there! They’re the cutest, most precious soft things!!

They don’t have any snakes, sadly.

I… I hid your teddy bear and I’m getting used to not stare at the right corner of the mattress, looking for you. 

I still miss your smooth thoughts, your warmth, your advice and receipts and… you.

I think I’m getting better. The sensation is starting to feel… normal.

Remember we-

I used to-

I know you won’t really read this, but I’m trying to keep taking care of myself. 

Hooray?

Love, Heart.

[…]

Patton loved stuffed animals and this was a fact that anyone who got into his room for barely two seconds would realize. Small plushies of multicolored frogs rested on his shelves. A big polite giraffe sat on his desk, proudly showing off her new necktie and his older ones were in the closet, guarding his favorites clothes. His soulmates, of course, had a special treatment, receiving a seat on his bed, closer to him and within his research at any occasion, emergency or not.

And that was an emergency. Well…technically. 

Maybe…

Perhaps not. 

The teenager changed to a sitting position, his fingers trapping the mattress in a deadly grip, tears falling from his eyes, which was firmly focused on the moon shaped night light across his room, trying to kick out the too cold, too hot feeling the nightmare left on his skin. 

His brain felt fuzzy and his thoughts were all mushed together, way too messy to properly fight against the memories of his dream replaying on his head. The sensation of pure despair still running on his veins as the monster – tall, fast, its shadow hovering over his small form – chased him and his friends. Patton still felt his throat dry after running for what seemed hours, and for when he realized they would never manage to actually escape from it. He could feel the betrayed eyes of his loved ones as he made each one of them trip, the small period when the monster got them giving him enough time to escape, the screams ringing on his ears.

He muffled his sobs, slapping his hand on his mouth and getting up, going to his closet and grabbing his panda. It was one of the fluffiest stuffed animals he had and he could use a bit of softness right now. His steps were tired and he hid his face on the plushie even before laying on his bed again, curling around the bear as if it was the core of safeness, as if it would make all the bad thoughts and feelings go away.

As if it could erase all the nightmare and convince the part of his mind which said that if it was real life, that would be exactly what he would do, that it was wrong.

It was! It was completely wrong! Patton would never, ever, betray his friends, or hurt them, or go away when they needed most! He wouldn’t. He would fight, if it was needed. He would do his best every single time to help them! To be there. He wouldn’t just run away. He couldn’t. He couldn’t be alone. He didn’t even bear that thought.

[A part of his soul struggled, firm on its position. It kept holding into a bond that directed to another soul who kept pushing him away, both refusing to change their mind.]

Bear. Patton let go of a weak, barely audible, forced giggle, squeezing the panda on his touch tighter. Panda was a bear. Heh. His tears began to calm themselves, falling slower from the corner of his eyes, a strange and sudden wave of strange, but welcomed calmness hitting him.

A sudden warm touch laid on his forehead.

“Hey, are you okay?”

Patton gasped, his wide eyes flying open to stare at the now purple plushie on his grip.

Purple. Pandas weren’t purple. He was sure this one was always white with black dots and tiny glasses on it. Definitely not purple. Not unless it was-

Oh. 

Ohhh.

Oh no.

For a moment his breath was taken, adrenaline exploded across his body and his mind went blank, his face stumbling forward to press his lips on the panda’s forehead, a completely lack of words, especially when a flow of sentences began to appear running over themselves and leading to his very tired brain to struggle in order to try to grasp their meaning before another phrase came and took its place.

[His body seemed to relax, letting go of a ball of tension Patton didn’t even realize he had in the first place.]

“Fuck, sorry, that was pretty dumb. Of course you’re not fine, why else would you be crying? What I was trying to say is: Can you get better? No, wait! That sounded harsh and it’s definitely not what I meant- wanted to say. Ehh, shit. Okay. Uhh. Breath, okay? Breathing is a good thing. You have to breathe to stay alive so I think it’s already a good start. Keep breathing, please do not die. Oh god, wait, that is not a dangerous situation, is it? Are you in danger? Are you dying? Oh, fuck I can’t hear-”

A startled giggle made a run from Patton’s lips, making his new soulmate to be quiet.

“Urg, sorry.”

“No, no. I was not laughing at you!” He adjusted his grip so the only part touching the purple bear would be him holding one of his paws, realizing he forgot to stop hugging him earlier. “I am okay. I just… didn’t want to cry on you, sorry.”

“It’s okay. I don’t, huh, care.”

“Crazy how bonds happen nowadays.” Patton attempted a joke, feeling suddenly a bit vulnerable, internally wishing the other wouldn’t ask about the reason for his tears. “It-It’s hot today, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, with the Sun and everything.”

“Yeepp.” Patton sniffed, cleaning the tear track left on his cheeks before resting his back on the bed’s headboard, a beginning of a headache after that waterfall of emotions shining in the horizon.

“...Do you want to listen to a song? It helps me to calm down when I’m, ya know.”

“Oh, don’t worry, I’m already a bit better.”

“Ok, sorry.”

“Don’t be.” Maybe it was sleepiness or the excitement of having a new soulmate, but before he could think much more about it the hidden truth was slipping from his mouth, “I’m grounded. No phone for the week.”

“That sucks.” The teenager just shrugged, hoping his soulmate would understand the action by his movement. 

Silence impregnated the room, spreading and filling his system, his eyelashes closing bit by bit.

“I know how to play guitar. I can… play a song for you. Onlyifyouwantofcourse.” The thought was quick, quiet and disappeared as soon as it arrived, leading Patton to almost believe he imagined it.

A good feeling bloomed in his chest, a smile flourishing on his face as he held his soulmate’s free hand, carefully squeezing them in what he hoped it showed his gratitude.

“I would love to.”

“’Kay. Uh, cool. Give me a second.”

And then a few minutes later his form was engulfed by warmth. Patton let go a sigh of relief, basically melting in the so caring touch, don't having the heart - that word gave a hurtful tug in his chest - to remember his new soulmate he couldn't really hear the accords, only the shy, calming humming rumbling on his chest and lullabying them to a peaceful sleep.

[~*~]

Feeling is the language the heart uses when it needs to send a message.

-       Adriana Falcão - Meanings.

[~*~]

"How can I call you?" 

Patton stopped his voice before that old nickname got out, scratching his throat. He should try to move on, right? 

Baby steps. 

"Pat." 

"Pat?" 

"Pat-Pat!" 

Virgil rolled his eyes, denying the small smile which appeared on the corner of his mouth.

“You can call me V.”

[…]

“So, you’re a pillow.”

Patton blinked, a surprised snort filling the room. “V, I know I often say I’m soft but if you wanted to rest on me all you needed to do was ask!” He added some shadowing on some feathers, giving the drawing of the Bem-te-Vi more profundity. He was really happy he found that site about the birds of America. 

“No, I mean literally. Like… your representation is not a stuffed animal, it’s a pillow.”

“Oooh…” He blinked a few times. “I didn’t know that still happens.”

“What do you mean with ‘still happens’? This happened to you before?”

“Not with me, but I saw a video about this! Before the plushies became famous due their shape being easier to be seen as human-like, the bond would form in anything that could be quickly dyed, just like clothes, pieces of fabric, pillows… I think if they showed it to a doctor, he would describe their condition as ‘comfortable!’” Patton shook lightly the panda’s shoulder, smiling. “Uh? Got it? Comfortable? Because they’re soft?”

“Pat, that was horrible.”

“Awww, come oon.” Patton rested his chin on V’s head, forgetting his drawing for a while. “Puns are harder than knock knock jokes! You have to wait for the perfect timing to make them.” Virgil huffed. “Not even an itsy bitsy giggle?”

“Nope.”

Silence.

“Pat?”

“No. I am pouting.”

He felt a couple of pats (ha-) on his head, the touching going away in a few seconds. “You will get there some day.” The other answered his soulmate with a raspberry, giggling a bit of his own silliness before going back to his hobby. He really was planning to finish this bird today.

“The thing is… Since you’re, ya know, a pillow. I was thinking… okay, I know that this will sound weird but… I was thinking of putting some clothes on your representation so I can… try to see you better.” 

“Ah.”

“Only if you’re comfortable, sure!”

“No, no. I am! It’s just…” Patton bit his lips, lightly squeezing the shell of his ear with the hand that wasn’t holding the pencil, adjusting his body to a better sitting position. “What clothes do you have in mind? Not that I think your taste is bad or you don’t know how to choose good clothes or something like that!”

“No, it’s cool!” The thought came in the moment Patton forced himself to stop his nervous talking. “I wanted to ask you because of that, I, uh, have black t-shirts, jeans, an old grey hoodie, PJs, clothes when I was a kid, onesies, maybe I can get a dress?”

“Gasp. Do you have onesies?? Aww, I want!”

“Everyone has a onesie.” Virgil mumbled in defense, feeling his cheeks getting hot. “I have a skeleton one, a raccoon and the Toothless from How to Tra-”

“OHMYGOSH YOU HAVE TOOTHLESS!” Virgil had absolutely no idea how Pat managed to make a thought so high pitched and excited to the point the words themselves were barely understandable. “HE IS THE MOST PRECIOUS, CUTE LIL DRAGON…” and then a bunch of squeaks and mumbling took over his brain just as he has hugged and then lightly bounced before suddenly everything disappeared.

He decided it was safer to let the silence prolong itself a bit longer.

…

“Pat?”

“You might need to give me a few more minutes, kiddo.”

“You need to chill, dude.” Virgil remarked, a ray of fondness shining in his words. He gathered his onesie. It was his favorite one when he was fourteen, now it didn’t even fit on him anymore and it clearly wasn’t made to be used by a pillow, as well, but it would suffice until he thought of a better solution. “Ok. Got it, you might want to use your Blocker now.”

“Okayy, it’s somewhereeeeee...” Patton rummaged the content of his backpack, looking for the earphone-shaped object. He hadn’t the chance to buy the wireless prototype, so he struggled a few seconds to untangle the cables. “Here! So, see you in fifteen minutes?”

“Ok. If you hear or feel something just touch my arm and I will immediately stop.” 

“Right!! Bye!” Patton waved, more a habit than anything else, plugging the Blocker on his ears and the cluing its ventosa behind his head, right where his cerebellum was. A few pieces of time went by before his head became partially empty, only his thoughts filling it. He put the panda away. 

It was a strange feeling, to use this outside his school, nor parallel conversation of his classmates or a teacher’s voice filling the air to distract his attention for the fact that he couldn’t hear or feel his soulmates anymore. He hummed, wondering how Lo was and writing a self note on the corner of his paper that he should check on him later, ask for him to finish that story with the smart detective he was telling him on Sunday before Patton fell asleep due the other’s habit to keep petting his hair, probably a revenge for Patton’s constant need to hugging, holding or actively interacting with his serious soulmate’s representation, more often than not receiving fond-exasperate pokes in return.

He looked through the window, mind wandering as the wind hit the tree in his neighbor’s yard, messing with its leaves. It was a bit lonely to have your thoughts all to yourself…

But not entirely bad.

[…]

“Sooo, howz does it looks like?” The naturally excited voice asked. Virgil just pressed his hand firmer on his lips, his other arm hugging his middle. His gaze fell for what it felt the umpteen time in the blue dyed pillow before him, the sleeves of  his onesie folded inwards in a poor attempt to cut half of its original length, the ‘legs’ were criss crossed and all of this ignoring, of course, the unnatural rectangular shape of the whole thing.   

‘Like shit.’ It was his first thought, but he decided to not send it to Pat.

“Weird.”

“I am looking at my pillows right now and-” giggles, “but come ooon, it’s Toothless! There is no way it isn’t at least a bit cute!”

‘You have no neck.’ He internally panicked, looking at the few, sporadic tiny blue hearts appearing amidst the black onesie, showing the representation was getting used to the new fabric attached to it. ‘A probably-head, shoulders but no neck. It’s like a reverse freaking giraffe!’

However, Virgil decided against sharing this particular vision with the other. 

“I guess. Are you… breathing well or whatever?” His tune was a mix of nonchalant and nervous, the choice of words making him wince.

“I am. Why?”

“No. Nothing. No reason.”

“Oookay.” The teenage signed at the confusion on his soulmate’s tune, why did he had to talk in the first place or be so weird making a such big deal of something stupid like that? Urg. He stared at the blue object one more time. Damn Soulmate System. Damn destiny. Damn lack of socialization skills.

…………

But, dude, really, the guy has literally no neck here, there is NO WAY he isn’t feeling nothing because of that. Pat is probably lying because he pities him after a so horrible, futile attempt of fixing what he caused. No. Wait. He can’t just assume his soulmate is lying because of his overthinking, the other part of his brain retorted. Was he overthinking? He probably was. He always did it. Or perhaps this was a correct inkling of Pat. Soulmates were supposed to do that sort of thing after some time, right? One week was enough time? What he-

“Hey!” Pat’s thought cut his own. “Sooo, now that you can ‘see’ me a bit better… hug? You can say no if you want, sure!”

Virgil blinked one, two, three times.

“Ok. But you let go when I let go, got it?”

“Sure thing, V!” Warmth bloomed in his chest when he heard his nickname, Virgil wasn’t sure why.

He embraced the representation, feeling a bit silly, the same feeling that was fast to go away as Pat hugged him as well, firm but careful. The sensation overwhelmed his senses, but in a good way, leading the one who loved guitars and got a strange hyper fixation on drums to let go a sigh, body relaxing.

He patted Pat’s back two times before finishing the touch. “There you go.”

“Thanks! Sooo, see you later.”

“Sure thing.” He agreed, wanting nothing more than a good hot bath after so many feelings in such a small period of time. 

“uwu”

“How the fu-” 

“NO SWEARING!”

“-did you do that?”

Virgil snorted, the warmth still spreading on his chest and maybe - only maybe, - having a new soulmate wasn’t an entire bad thing.

[princesskokichi]

fluff alphabet for byakuya

we love fluffy byakuya in this household, even though he’s a little lame - mod kokichi

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

first and foremost, someone's brain. if they're dumb or uneducated, they can be the hottest mfer ever and still be ugly as shit in his eyes

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

halfway. he really wants to raise a child, but he doesn't want to put his child in a world that doesn't want them or would be cruel to them

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

snuggles !!! he likes to have his arm around your waist while you're cuddling. he also likes to be the big spoon

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

he likes small dates !! not a lot of a glamour or dress up needed. maybe going to the zoo and watching the animals, or a picnic date

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…))

byakuya, to s/o : you are my happiness

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

the moment he realized you were always on his mind and it wasn't because of how much he hated you. when he realized he cared for you and your wellbeing. that's when he knew he was in love

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

he's byakuya. he's gentle about some things and not about other things. he's blunt but he doesn't want to hurt you, so it really depends on the situation and what he's saying to you.

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

he's not particularly fond of holding hands, but when he does he generally likes it to be in private when you too are reading or snuggling together

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)'

" they're very knowledgeable. perhaps they're of some use,, maybe i should speak to them again sooner. "

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

oh yeah, but not at a serious level. it's just a very slight annoyance in the back of his mind, that he usually doesn't acknowledge unless he really has to.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

he definitely initiated it first. his kisses are passionate and hold a lot of meaning because they don't happen as often as you would think they do. so when you get one, it's always slow and loving. he means to use a kiss as a way to show you that he cares, and it definitely shows

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

you did !! you said it, and he paused for like twenty solid seconds later he kisses you on the forehead before telling you he loved you as well.

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?)

the first date !! he remembered how your outfit looked so perfect on you and how you had tried extra hard on your appearance. but more importantly, he remembered your smile, and how you genuinely seemed happy to be around him. he would never forget how beautiful you looked when you turned to him with a big goofy grin on your face for the first time.

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

oh yeah, he definitely spoils you, although he really doesn't see it as spoiling. he grew up rich, so buying anything he wants just seems normal to him. of course, it's definitely spoiling to you but he doesn't see it that way.

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

probably white. even if you have problems, just as everyone does, he sees you as perfect as an angel. you light his life up, because without you he wouldn't have been able to focus on the bright things in life.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

in private : prince/ss is his go to. after that he says stuff like baby/babe but in a very typical manner. he puts thought into when he says it though, even if it comes off as he's saying it as if it's normal to him. every time he does he freaks out.

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

books. books, books, books, and books. he does not like reading on his tablet very much, but prefers to have the actual book in his hands so he can read.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

read Q. when he's not working from home, he's reading, or dabbling in the fine arts of something that he's not particularly good at right now, like cooking.

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

he usually turns to you when he needs a pick-me-up, which isn't very often. most of the time, he's in charge of his feelings and acknowledges he's upset and just simply moves on. he's very stiff when it comes to taking care of other people, but for you, usually, just his presence is enough and he doesn't have to say much to make you feel better.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

politics is his big thing. he can probably talk on and on about politics. after that, he talks about finances, businesses, new technology. stuff like that.

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

,, reading, probably. talking with you about something soothing often helps as well. watching tv helps him relax but he can't sleep very well when it's on.

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

his intellect, his money, his power. he shows off a good bit. he's byakuya.

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

probably something extravagant, like at a ball or a gala or something. it'll be expensive and a time where you're looking and feeling your best, but the idea of marriage will already have been discussed beforehand, and you know when he will propose so you don't feel uncomfortable about the situation

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?)

frick i have no idea actually i'm sorry. maybe if we have each other - alec benjamin.

i think he would just vibe with the song when he's with his partner because he's seen the world at it's worst, but as long as he has you, it's not that bad.

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

all of the time. it probably crosses his mind at least three or four times a month, easily. especially when you're doing nothing but existing around him and you just look and act so effortlessly perfect. but he'll wait until the perfect moment years later into your relationship.

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

dog. he's a dog person. i don't take criticism on this fact. he wants one of those big dogs who likes to jump around and play, but he doesn't want to admit that he does.

[ironmansuuucks]

🧡Orange Kisses Part 2🧡

dewey finn x reader

heyoo my guys!! this is part two to mines and @thewolfisapartofmysoul​ little dewey finn x reader fic!! this is a super cute and fluffy piece and we hope you all love it hehe🥰

Are you lost?

Orange kisses Part one

and as always this beautiful aesthetic was made by the amazing @thewolfisapartofmysoul​

“I have a surprise for you”

 You knitted your eyebrows and went to speak but Dewey jumped up and you followed suit confused. He began walking over towards his van and your eyes follow him, but he stops and looks at you, grinning to himself. His arms are out reaching towards his scarf that he had situated around your neck. You look down at his hands as they begin to pull the scarf up and over your eyes. “no peeking” he giggles as you hear him walk back towards the van.

You smirk as you hear him fumble around the van doing who knows what, “you trying to kidnap me Mr. Finn?” you joke. You could hear his smile through his words “no but I’m gonna steal your doggo, c’mere gussy boy, c’mere”. You could hear Gus’ paws crunch on the autumn leaves, galloping towards Dewey before they abruptly stopped.

You were anxious. What on earth had he done? A Surprise? You heard him wince as he banged his head on assumingly the roof of the van or something. What was this boy up to? “ok I think that’s it” he started to walk back over to you nervously. “stay boy, stay” he said to Gus. What the hell?

Suddenly you could feel his breath on your skin as his hands touched the scarf. You could smell that sweet Dewey smell again and it settled your nerves, but brought back the butterflies in your stomach.

“okay, you ready?” he questioned with an skittish grin plastered on his face. “I mean as ready as I’ll ever be” you chuckle apprehensively. You could feel Dewey’s energy in the cool air. He was keen, but you could also feel how nervous he was. He gave off this excitable yet flustered vibe.

Dewey slowly removes the scarf from your eyes and the first thing you notice are those gorgeous chocolate brown eyes glistening in the setting sun, paired with the most beautiful goofy grin plastered on his face. You could easily get lost in those eyes.

But suddenly they shifted to the side before bouncing back to you, leading you to the van. You knitted your eyebrows lightly and followed his gaze towards the van.

What initially captured your attention was the twinkling fairy lights, which led your whole body around to face the van. Your eyes lit up as they absorbed the rest of the sight in front of you. It was magical.

Dewey had (attempted to) hang little fairy lights all around the inside of the van. The twinkling LED’s cast a beautiful orange, warm, candle glow around the whole of the inside of the van. They illuminated the white duvet that had been placed in the middle of the van, on top of a bunch of other cosy bright blankets and soft comforters.

On top of those was an array of pretty pillows and coushin’s. They were all spread across the back and sides of the van and they were captivating. It was stunning. So warm, and cute. And of course, to top it off, your beautiful boy Gus was laying in the middle, on top of the duvet, looking like one cosy pupper.  

Dewey hadn’t taken his eyes off of you. He wanted to witness exactly how your features changed as you took in everything he had set up for you. He was nervous as shit. He felt like maybe is was too much too fast? But then was it? So many thoughts flew around his head. Would you like it? Would you think it was weird? Maybe he should just run for the hills out of embarrassment.

But all of those thoughts faded away as he watched your eyes light up, and how the corners of your mouth gradually creeped up in to one of the biggest and most beautiful smiles had ever witnessed. “w-whadda ya think?”.

You continued to look at the little romantic scene in awe “Dewey its.. it’s perfect” you replied breathlessly. You turn and look at his bashful, goofy face and you feel emotions you never have before.

“I mean I-“ he was cut off as you flung your arms around his neck and put yourself flush against his body, your lips finding his instantly. You could feel him smile into the kiss, and the way he started to relax in your grip, feeling relieved. He chuckles as his hands find your waist, happy to feel your lips against his again.

You pull away from him slightly, “thank you.. I love it” you smile sweetly. The bashful look on Dewey’s face would make you melt like butter. His rosy cheeks, and crinkled sparkling eyes, paired with slightly knitted brows and a side smile. You mentally snapped a pic of how cute and bashful he looked in the setting sun.

Suddenly though he pulls away from you “no wait! It gets better!” he exclaims as he bounces over and sits on the end of the van. You chuckle and make your way over to him, standing in front of where he was sitting.

He picks up a rucksack, hidden in the side of the van, behind a few pillows and starts to pull things out. “in here we have the best bit.. I have marshmallows to toast on the fire, popcorn, M&M’s, some hotdogs for dinner and- ooh! Some treats and a can of dog food for Gussie boy!” he turns round and gives Gus a quick scratch on the end and one of the treats “and that’s just for existing bud and being so awesome”. Gus licks his face, “couldn’t forget the best boy could I”.

You smile at how sweet he is to Gus, but you do notice the one bed situation, and the lack of pyjamas to sleep in.

You fold your arms and raise your eyebrow playfully, smirking “only one bed Finn?”. Dewey places the bag back down and goes all flustered and fumbles over his words “uh-uh yeah b-but only cuddles, I promise!”, his little cheeks tinting red. But you had a rule, no hooking up or anything until at least the 5th date. And that was with all guys. And only if the situation felt right. But sweet cuddles with Dewey under the stars? You could let it slide this time since he had went to all this bother for you.

“a-and I even brought you one of my t-shirts and a pair of joggers for you to sleep in see!” Dewey holds up a Led Zeppelin band t-shirt and some grey sweatpants. You smiled at his thoughtfulness, “that’s sweet but I’ll definitely be taking that hoodie you have on so I don’t freeze to death you joke.

“you stealing from me again?” Dewey jokes as you raise your eyebrow. “first my heart, now my hoodie, what’s next? My last name?” he winks, trying to be charming, jokingly of course. You laugh at him and how goofy he is. “naaah I’m just kidding- plenty of time for that” he teases as he pulls your hands so you’re in between his legs as he is situated on the end of the van.

He intertwines his hands with yours as he gazes up into your eyes “you know, when I talk to you, it’s like talking to my best friend, except.. you know, I like you and I get to kiss you and stuff” he says sheepishly.

“you don’t say” you joke as you lean down to kiss him, smiling against his lips.

* * * * *

The night had been perfect, you guys toasted marshmallows, Dewey played guitar for a little while and you had a little cuddle and a make out session under the stars. You couldn’t have asked for a more perfect date. You could feel yourself falling for this dude, hard. He was so kind to you, and amazing to Gus. How did you get so lucky?

You snickered when you came back into the van after your bathroom break. Well... with a lack of bathroom... never mind. 

 You couldn’t help but smile at the sight before you. Dewey had tucked Guss in the bed too... his furry body all under the warm sheets and his nose stuck out on the pillow.

 You looked sternly at Dewey, who had a guilty look on his face. "Hey beautiful... we couldn't leave prince Gus in the cold now, could we?" 

 You rolled your eyes but glanced at your two boys again... and both looked incredibly happy and cozy. You couldn’t decide which one was your favourite at the moment... the love you held for both was equal. 

 You sighed and gave in with a smile and a "...Sure boys..." Dewey cheered and fist bumped with Gus. His nose touched his hand when he held up the knuckle towards your doggo and you snickered. When the hell did he had time to teach him that?!

 You crawled in the improvised bed, craving the warmth that was under the sheets after being in the cold autumn chill for a second. You relished in the comfort of 'your boys'... Dewey on your left, and Gus in your right. You wrapped your arms around Dewey and enjoyed the comforting heat that radiated from his skin. Gosh... that was indeed one hot rock star... you thought to yourself.

 Dewey automatically returned the embrace, wrapping his hands around your lower back, pulling you close, while he threw his leg over yours. He nuzzled his nose at the crook of your neck, and you giggled when his scruff tickled the sensitive skin there. Dewey sleepily trailed little kisses from your neck to your ear. Your neck always was a highly 'sensitive' area... but of course the dork that hugged you was oblivious by that.

 You rolled your eyes when you noticed you held your breath to suppress a moan and you cursed yourself for breaking your own rule. Annoyance at yourself and a flutter in your lower stomachache at the exact same moment. You were slightly relieved as well as dissapionted when the kissing stopped, Dewey’s dark voice filled in the silence when he mumbled: "Hey babe...?"

 You hummed softly in response and Dewey continued: "Can i tell you something? Promise you won't laugh?" You hummed again and Dewey whispered softly in your ear: "You erhm... you make all my dopamine levels go silly..." 

 You laughed and turned to face Dewey. His hands moved immediately to your hips once you were comfortable again, like they belonged there. Dewey gazed into your eyes and you reached out to play with his hair. Dewey mumbled again, still holding your eyes with his piercing soft gaze: "You remind me of mac and cheese..." You giggled and looked at his gleeful mischievous smile: "How so, champ?" Dewey kissed the tip of your nose and continued: "...I love mac and cheese..."

 You rolled your eyes and kissed his lips through your smile, his thumbs tracing circles at your hips. You mumbled through kisses: "What are you trying to tell me Dewey? Try to tell me something romantic..." Dewey pulled back, looked at you with a smug smile and with a wink he replied: "I think you're pretty rad." Gus perked his head up and whined a bit at Dewey's words. You chuckled and whispered to your doggo: "Iknow gussie-boy... he's trying." Dewey quickly replied in a British-Gus-voice: "Well mom... i kind of like this one. He tugs me in and makes you laugh, can we keep him?"

 You were full on laughing right now, threw your head on his shoulder when you lost your shit. This... this man... he really sucked with expressing feelings. But you wouldn't care... you were right were you belonged. Between your two favourite boys in the world. And there wasn't a place you would rather be right now.

 Dewey’s hands traced light patterns on your arms. You shivered at the combination of his intense gaze and his soft strokes. Cursing and welcoming the movements at the same time. Butterflies and giddiness bubbling in your stomach. 

 You kissed Dewey again. And again. And again. And brushed his scruffy cheek with your hand, you looked at him fondly and mumbled to him: "Mac and cheese huh?" Dewey let out a low chuckle in response.  

You turned your head to stage-whisper to Gus "Yeah... i think we can keep him kiddo..." Gus yawned and licked your nose. You turned back to face Dewey, crawled into his warm embrace again and lulled into his ear: "I think you are pretty rad yourself as well... mister Finn..."

 He brushed his calloused fingers through your hair and kissed your forehead: "Pfeww... lucky me... time to get some shut-eye my angel..." He pulled you even closer and mumbled sleepy in your hair: "Goodnight love. Goodnight Gussie." Just before your eyes welcomed the heavy sleep, you managed to mumble back in his shoulder: "...mmyeah... Goodnight my boys..."

 Curious what tomorrow's adventures would bring you. Well... for now you were more then content nuzzling in Dewey’s arms with Gus at your feet, in the warm cozyness of Dewey's improvised camper van. 

 This already was the best date ever. 'Dewey was indeed something special...' your mind told you before you drifted off, safely surrounded by your boys.

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[meganshinsou-tm]

Zoo Day. (f)

☙ pairing: shouto x reiji*, dabi x reiji*

☙ theme: shared walls universe

☙  cw/tw: profanity, fluff, reiji todoroki*, dabi kidnapping his little buddy, domestic shouto, shouto and dabi bonding

☙  a/n-request:  one of the ideas i received last night when i asked for some fluffy shouto and reiji prompts to write! 

Shouto ran from room to room, gathering items like a squirrel gathering nuts. He was all over the place, a bag on each arm, one even around his neck. Things could be heard being shuffled around, frustrated grunts and quiet cheers of success.

“Snacks, wipes, pull-ups, extra set of clothes - hmmm. Where is that Gang Orca?”

Wandering around Reiji’s room, Shouto sought out the small plush toy his son couldn’t go anywhere without. When he finally found it he checked all the bags he had over again, Gang Orca’s fin hanging between his teeth. Each bag had what it needed - all three of them. 

Today was the hero’s day to keep Reiji on his own. He was off of work and Fuyumi dragged you off to go have a girls day together. At first you felt bad about leaving Shouto with Reiji on his own. Shouto was a great father of course, he was amazing! He … was just clueless sometimes. Maybe a little overprepared and anal here and there. But nonetheless those quirky little things made Shouto an absolutely perfect father! 

Reiji was loved so much by his father and that was all that mattered. 

After Shouto was satisfied with the bags he packed, he stood in the hallway thinking to himself. It felt like he was missing something - something important.

“Oh yeah - the kid!”

Shouto walked about your shared home looking around for that little mop of red hair. When he heard a familiar giggle and squeal, Shouto smiled and made his way to the playroom. With Gang Orca in hand, the hero poked his head into the room.

“Time to go to the dent - what the hell!”

Another giggle sounded off, along with a familiar chuckle and before Shouto knew it, his son was waving him goodbye while being bounced in heavily burned arms - right out the fucking window! 

“Bye-bye daddy!” Reiji smiled.

Shouto narrowed his eyes and quickly ran to the window seal, ice shooting from his palm and out to encase the kidnappers feet.

“Dabi what the fu - fudge do you think you’re doing with my kid?”

The villain turned what he could of his body around to face Shouto and shrugged.

“What kid?”

Reiji, now happily sitting on Dabi’s shoulders, continued to giggle just before sneezing into the mans black hair. Dabi cringed and gently pinched a chubby leg.

“Oh this kid - uh, I was bored and decided to take him to the zoo.”

Shouto barked out a sarcastic laugh.

“We’ve already discussed this, you can’t just take my kid whenever you’re bored! And stop breaking in, just knock on the front door like a regular person please?”

Dabi grinned and waited for Shouto to shuck off the bags from his body and to jump out of the window to go over and unfreeze him. 

“I gotta keep up my reputation somehow Shouto, I’m still a criminal,” he replied while removing Reiji from his shoulders and holding him in the air to airplane him around the area where they stood, “Even if I do play Mrs.Doubtfire for your ass here and there.”

Shouto shook his head, casually playing along with the two and tickling his son when Dabi would playfully lunge Reiji in his direction.

“Okay - so let me ask you this then. How exactly did you expect to successfully take my son to the zoo - Mr. Criminal who is very recognizable?”

At this Dabi stopped, Reiji being held upside down by his little ankles and giggling.

“So I didn’t think that far - thinking isn’t usually my part of the job. Now let me ask you a question. Why the fuck do you need three bags - you’re going to the dentist, not on vacation!”

Shouto shrugged now, holding Reiji by his arms, the two men now swinging him in between them. 

“I just wanted to be prepared, you never - how do you know we’re going to the dentist?”

“It’s my job to know these things. “

Rolling his eyes, Shouto finally took Reiji from Dabi and held him on his hip.

The toddler poked at his cheek, blowing raspberries and babbling his baby nonsense. Shouto looked at his son with a soft smile, nodding and humming at him in response. Reiji was only three going on four, so he didn’t know too much speech, not enough to really form sentences. 

“Daddy, go to zoo too?”

“No - daddy and Reiji go to dentist.”

Now Reiji was nearly squirming out of Shouto’s hold, whining to go back to ‘Dab-Dab’.

“I know buddy, your father here is the real criminal huh - we just wanted to go see the lions!”

Shouto sighed and begrudgingly handed the toddler over to the other man. Tired of being outside, he finally invited Dabi back into the house - using the back door instead of the window. Once inside, the men went to the kitchen. Both of them grabbed a drink, Shouto grabbing a carton of banana milk for Reiji and tossing it to Dabi as he sat down at the counter with the happy kid.

“Well, even if I left right now, we would be late for his appointment and they would make us reschedule. So if I were you I’d bring food next time you decide to come over if you wanna get back on her good side because I’m totally throwing you under the bus for this.”

Dabi chuckled and sat back in his seat, bouncing Reiji on his knee while he drank his milk.

“Yeah yeah, so does that mean I can take him to the zoo?”

“Zoo! Zoo! I see wions daddy - rawr!” Reiji shouted with excitement, holding up his little hands to make paws.

Shouto quirked a brow, leaning back against the counter and crossed his arms.

“Look - I don’t know Dabi. Not everyone is aware of your double life here.”

Dabi hung his head back with a groan. He sighed after and looked at Reiji, lowering his face to the toddlers and cupping a hand around his ear. Shouto watched - knowing that whatever the patchwork man was telling his son, most definitely wasn’t good. Soon enough, turquoise and mismatched eyes were looking at him, two sets of lips jutted in pathetic pouts and they both put their hands together.

“Please daddy, I wanna see the wions!” 

Next was Dabi’s turn.

“I just wanna take my little dude to see the wions!”

Shouto sighed and squeezed the bridge of his nose. Dabi looked like a total fucking idiot but … he couldn’t deny his own kid. Reiji was a pro at the puppy dog eyes and getting his way. The kid knew he had Shouto wrapped around his tiny finger, and maybe that was mostly thanks to fucking Dabi always using his own son agaisnt him. So finally after trying to bluff, Shouto groaned and shook his head.

“Fine - fine! But we have to do something about your appearance Dabi, people know who you are.”

“Okay then, what do you suggest?”

Shouto took a moment to think, crossing his arms again and rubbing his left temple with his fingertip. There had to be someway to allow Dabi to go out in public. A surgical mask wouldn’t hide all of his burns and wrapping him up like a mummy would be just weird. When Shouto scratched at his own burn, an idea suddenly popped into his head. Mulling it over, he then smiled at Dabi.

“I think I know what we can do. But - you’ll truly have to pull a Mrs.Doubtfire.”

Reiji was occupied with squashing his milk carton with his Ground Zero action figure, small shouts of ‘die, die’ here and there. Dabi looked at Shouto and scratched the back of his neck.

“Whatever it is - I’m not wearing fake tits!”

“Alright - I’m done. It only took us an hour but, I think this will work.”

Dabi sighed, leaning his head side to side to crack the tired bones in his neck after sitting on a stool for so long and not being able to move. Once Shouto stepped away from him and told him to check out his handiwork, Dabi rolled his eyes but did as told. When he did and looked into the mirror, there was no stopping the widening of his eyes and the small jump he might of done.

“Holy shit!”

There were no more burns, no more patchwork patterns on his face or ears. Now his skin was an all over even shade. Even his staples were expertly hidden under the makeup. And instead of wearing his usual low-cut white shirt, Dabi wore one of Shouto’s sweaters, hiding the burns that covered his chest and arms. Make-up also covered Dabi’s hands, up to his wrists. There was no way anyone in public would recognize him now, hell he couldn’t even recognize himself!

“Where the hell did you learn to do this?”

Shouto hummed while he cleaned up the bathroom counter. 

“Fuyumi,” he started while wetting a rag so he could wipe the lipstick spiraling all over Reiji’s face. “Way back when I hated my scar, she taught me how to make it go away. Yours aren’t much different from mine, just more severe so it only took more makeup. Which by the way, you owe my wife - you owe her a new tube of this lipstick too.”

Dabi chuckled and took the tube from Shouto that was taken away from Reiji. He decided to help out with the clean-up and finished wiping Reiji’s cheeks and his hands.

“Hate to break it to ya kid but I don’t think this is your color.”

Reiji giggled and threw his little arms around Dabi’s neck, hugging him close when Dabi lifted him off the counter and the group made their way out of the bathroom. 

“Go to zoo now?” The toddler asked, rubbing his eye with a small hand and yawning.

Shouto chuckled and went to grab his son. He held him close, letting Reiji curl into and cuddle him, resting a pink chubby cheek to his chest and holding his Gang Orca close. Shouto placed a kiss to his head and combed fingers through his red hair.

“Mhm. You’re gonna get a nice nap on the way there and when you wake up - we’ll see the lions!”

Reiji let out a quiet ‘wions’ and both the older men smiled. Shouto gently rubbed his sons back as he slowly started to fall asleep. 

“Hey Dabi, do you mind getting his bags and I’ll meet you outside so I can put him in his car-seat?”

Dabi nodded and Shouto quietly thanked him before turning away and going to walk out the door. He was stopped though when Dabi called out to him. Stopping in his tracks, Shouto turned to see what the other man needed. Standing there, Dabi looked at the ground, one hand in his pocket and the other rubbing at the back of his neck.

“Uh - thanks. You know … for …”

Shouto smirked and shrugged.

“It’s no problem, it's the least I can do - I owe a lot to you. Just next time you have a wild hair up your ass and decide to jump out the window with my kid … don’t? Like I said knock on the door, or fuck, knock on the window, I’ll open it for you!”

A genuine laugh left Dabi’s lips, “I’ll try.”

[myaekingheart]

105. Claws of the Beast

Dedicated to my very difficult 80lb rescue Lab who needs tranquilizers just to get his nails trimmed. --- In all honesty, though, this was an extremely hard chapter to write and bring myself to post. I know the judgment around this sort of stuff can be harsh, and it breaks my heart to know that when other people see my dog's nails, that they're very likely judging my merit as a dog owner. The truth of the matter is that it's not an easy situation to handle by any stretch of the imagination--you want to do what's best, but you don't want to hurt yourself or your fur baby.  Sometimes the most necessary things are also the hardest. All we can manage is our best. Hopefully there are other people out there reading this who understand the struggle and can relate.

               Rei couldn’t concentrate. No amount of white noise or refocusing techniques could help her. All she could think about was Toshio curled up by her feet on the couch, dreaming emphatically. His upper lip curled as he whimpered and growled, his paws twitching to chase after imaginary prey. And that was where the distraction lie: in his paws.

               Try as she might, for some godawful reason Toshio had a thing about people touching his paws. He would immediately grow defensive, baring his teeth with a low growl. Rei wondered what could’ve been done to this poor dog in the past that left him so aggressive about it but she did her best not to anger him unnecessarily. Which would’ve been fine if not for his nails.

               At first, Rei had assumed that perhaps taking him for long walks would alleviate the issue. That perhaps the sidewalk would help file them down. By now, however, an intervention was necessary. His claws had become monstrously long—one of which was so overgrown, it was beginning to curl. How the hell is this even comfortable for you? Rei thought to herself. Sighing, she slammed her book shut and pressed the heels of her hands into her eyes. She knew what would come of another attempt and yet it could not be avoided any further. She needed to trim his nails.

               Rei tried to move as cautiously as possible as she maneuvered around Toshio, desperate not to wake him. So long as he stayed unconscious, she’d have a sliver of a chance. She tiptoed into the kitchen and searched the drawers as quietly as possible for the clippers—the big ones made specifically for animal claws. It took her all of five minutes to find them wedged in the back of the junk drawer—the reorganization of which was likely a necessary project for her next day off.

               She wasn’t sure why she hid them behind her back as she crept nearer—it wasn’t like Toshio could see—but it just felt right. And then, as if functioning on some sort of radar, Toshio’s eyes popped open and and he stared at her with all the suspicion one can expect from a dog. Rei grinned at him innocently though nothing about her body language supported this theory. Toshio watched as she skirted around him, ensuring she kept her backside fully hidden. The moment she got too close, Toshio growled and leapt to his feet before retreating into the bedroom. Rei leaned back to watch him through the doorway as he wiggled his bulky body beneath the bed. Defeated, Rei tossed the nail clippers onto the coffee table and fell back against the couch, draping an arm over her eyes. So much for that.

               The entire rest of her afternoon was spent trying—and failing—to stop thinking about it. She flipped through a dusty dog manual on the bookshelf, it’s spine falling apart from years of use, in hopes of finding any guidance. After all, there had to be some way to work around this. She was certain that there were plenty of other dog owners who faced the same exact struggle that she was. How did they do it? What were their secrets? She only wished she knew.

               When Kakashi returned home the following evening, sore and sleepy, the house was a mess. Books were scattered everywhere. Sheets of paper with bizarre diagrams scattered the coffee table and couch. Rei was nowhere to be found. Furrowing his brows, Kakashi stepped over a stack of texts and set his equipment on the kitchen table. “Rei…?” he asked into the void.

               From the corner of the room, Rei popped her head out from behind yet another stack of books. “Kakashi!” she exclaimed, her voice bright and lilted like a child’s.

               “What the hell is all of this?” he asked, chuckling slightly under his breath. It was then that Rei’s face turned serious.

               “Kakashi” she repeated, voice now stern. “We have a problem.”

               “Oh…?” Kakashi asked. He skirted around the clutter, clearing a space for himself to sit on the couch. “Is the problem that we’ve been organizing our books the wrong way the entire time?”

               “Oh god, no” Rei swatted at the air with a disgusted facial expression. Kakashi couldn’t help but laugh—he knew that if nothing else, his fiancée was a master of literary organization. Her offense at the insinuation was admittedly adorable. Smoothing her bangs back, she huffed and added, “It’s Toshio.”

               Kakashi’s heart leapt into his throat as he suddenly began searching the room for the dog. He didn’t want to think about what kind of problem might have arisen. He couldn’t handle the thought of a sick dog. “W-what’s the matter?” he asked.

               Rei rose to her feet, carefully stepping over the mess she had made. “Toshio’s nails are getting dangerously long. They desperately need to get cut but he’s making things difficult” she explained. “I don’t know what the fuck to do.”

               A slight smile teased Kakashi’s lips. “Are you not strong enough to handle him on your own?” he asked, and in his voice Rei could tell he was lightly mocking her.

               Frowning, Rei leapt over the arm of the couch and whacked him on the shoulder. “That’s not funny!” she shouted. “Do you think I like knowing that I can’t handle my own dog? What the hell kind of fucked up shit is that?”

               Taken aback, Kakashi murmured a soft sorry as he rubbed the back of his neck. His eyes skated over to the bedroom door creaked ajar where he finally found Toshio’s fluffy butt sticking out from beneath the bed. “Really, though, how hard could this be?” he asked. His apparent confidence was nauseating.

               “You think it’s so easy?” Rei asked. She leaned back to retrieve the nail clippers from the pile of mess on the end table, slapping them into Kakashi’s palm. “You try, then. I’ll wait.”

               Kakashi blinked as he looked down at them, considering the situation. After a long moment, he stood up. “Alright then” he said. He spun the clippers by the handle around his finger as he strolled into the bedroom, peeking under the bed to get Toshio’s attention. The minute they locked eyes, Toshio snarled and snapped his jaws. Kakashi quickly removed himself from the situation, sneaking back into the living room with a sheepish grin. “Yeah, okay, we might need some help.”

               A sickening smile touched Rei’s lips as she leaned back against the couch with arms crossed. “That’s what I thought.”

               Toshio remained distant for the next few days, hiding under the bed or sleeping on the bathroom floor. Rei’s heart broke seeing him avoid her like this. They were supposed to be companions. And didn’t he know she was only trying to do what was best for him? She felt like such a terrible dog owner. For a moment, she considered just trashing the whole idea so that Toshio might love her again but she knew avoiding the situation wasn’t going to do him any favors. Sometimes the most necessary things were also the hardest, she supposed.

               When he finally began easing his way into being sociable again, Rei tried to act as nonchalantly as humanly possible. She encouraged him to lay by her feet or join her on the couch. Sometimes he obliged and sometimes he didn’t. When he did, however, she took every opportunity to butter him up so he wouldn’t suspect a thing. She just had to wait for the perfect moment to pounce.

               It wasn’t until one evening when he fell fast asleep between—or, technically, across—Kakashi and Rei on the couch that they knew this was their moment. They exchanged knowing glances before Rei slyly reached for the nail clippers on the end table. She steadied herself as cautiously as she could manage as Kakashi gently restrained the dog. Biting her lower lip, Rei reached out and took one of Toshio’s paws in her hand. The minute she touched him, however, his eyes flew open and his upper lip curled.

               “Rei, be careful” Kakashi murmured. He kept his eyes constantly locked on Toshio, tightening his grip ever so slightly.

               “I’ll be fine” she whispered back, shooting him a sharp glare. Then, meeting Toshio’s eyes, she cooed, “It’s okay, buddy, I’m not going to hurt you.”

               Toshio uttered a low, guttural growl as she leaned closer, a warning. Rei didn’t care, though. She doubted he would hurt her. She just needed to dive right in, no hesitation, like ripping off a bandage. She flexed the clippers and Toshio licked his snarled lips.

               “Rei, just stop” Kakashi insisted. “Don’t let him bite you.”

               “Shut up, Kakashi” she replied through gritted teeth. “He can sense your anxiety.” Just as she was about to clamp down on his worst nail, however, Toshio snapped his jaws and jerked his paw away. Kakashi leapt back, letting him escape. Toshio shook the sleep off his body before disappearing into the bathroom. Defeated, Rei tossed the clippers across the room with a groan and fell back on the couch, pressing the heels of her hands into her eye sockets. “This is pointless.”

               “I hate to suggest this” Kakashi began, “but maybe we’d be better off muzzling him.”

               “You think so?” Rei whined. Kakashi frowned as he nodded. He was never a fan of muzzles—he was never a fan of anything restrictive for dogs, really—but sometimes they were necessary and this was certainly one of those cases. He could not afford to watch Rei get hurt in her attempts. “I just feel so bad” she sighed after a few moments. “I don’t want to ruin his trust in me but I feel like if we keep this up, he’s going to hate me.”

               “He’s not going to hate you” Kakashi assured her.

               “Yes, he will” Rei countered. “I just wish I knew why he was so aggressive about this in the first place. Do you think his previous owner cut too close to the quick?”

               Kakashi pursed his lips. “Well, you know what they said about the way he used to be treated” he replied. Rei didn’t want to think about it. Toshio’s past was a heartbreaking reminder that he was still a flawed and fearful creature. That he had likely seen and experienced things that no dog should ever face. It only made sense that he was guarded, even if he and Rei had built a repertoire among one another.

               Sighing, Rei replied, “Well, I guess we have no other choice. We’ll have to try the muzzle.”

               Kakashi took it upon himself to purchase the muzzle on his own. It didn’t feel right for Rei to come with him, seeing as Toshio would surely follow suit and that was essentially the same as accompanying your killer to the armory to pick which bullet he’d shoot through your skull.

               Toshio knew something was up the minute Kakashi returned home, as if he could smell trouble from inside the shopping bag. Rei scratched behind his ear in an effort to keep him calm, asking Kakashi, “Do you really think this will work?”

               “Well, there’s only one way to find out” he replied. After Toshio had calmed down from Kakashi’s return, they made their attempt. The minute he saw the muzzle, he tried to make a run for it but Rei restrained him before he could get very far. Or at least tried to. The issue with Toshio was that he was more like a bear than a dog when it came to size and strength. Physical strength was certainly not Rei’s strong suit, either, which made restraining him doubly hard. Kakashi tried to be quick and efficient but it was no use. Toshio was too fast and too strong for the both of them. He writhed underneath Rei’s body, snarling and snapping, before shaking her off him completely and shoving his fat body under the bed.

               Rei huffed her bangs out of her face and faceplanted against the living room floor. “Oh my god” she whined, voice muffled. “We’re never going to get his nails cut.”

               Kakashi glanced back at Toshio over his shoulder before tossing the muzzle over his shoulder. “I guess that was a waste of twenty bucks” he sighed. “Maybe we should ask the Inuzukas. Hana’s a vet-nin. I’m sure she’d know what to do.”

               “Yeah” Rei sighed. She turned to rest the side of her face against the cold wood floors. In her eyes, Kakashi saw defeat. “Yeah, I’m sure she would.”

               A few days passed before Rei and Kakashi made the decision to approach Hana. Toshio accompanied them, albeit reluctantly, as if he knew deep down that they were up to something. Hana propped the door to the Inuzuka Veterinary Clinic open as she caught them walking up the pathway, ushering them inside with a warm and welcoming smile. Rei nodded once, polite but anxious, as she slipped inside. Toshio slowed his pace the nearer he came to the clinic but did not run off.

               “So, what seems to be the trouble?” Hana asked. She knelt down to let Toshio sniff her hand, scratching behind his ear once they were acquainted. Fortunately, he did not resist her. He must have known in some sense that she, as well as all the other Inuzuka’s, were dog people and therefore trustworthy. He must have smelled their camaraderie in their blood.

               Rei hesitantly sat herself in one of the chairs in the waiting room as she explained the situation. She kept her voice low, fearful that Toshio would quickly turn anxious should he hear her mention the nail clippers. Hana listened intently, nodding along in understanding.

               “Well, normally what we like to do is get the dog comfortable with the idea of the clippers” she explained. “Our goal is to ease them into trusting us by rewarding them with treats whenever we break the equipment out so that they learn these are not instruments of harm.” Rei’s face paled for a moment at the thought. She was more than willing to work through this, of course, no matter how long it took, but things were already borderline unbearable. She wasn’t sure how much more time she could spend on the slower methods before one of Toshio’s nails just broke off. Then he would surely be in even more than he might already be. Sensing her anxiety, Kakashi rested a reassuring hand at the base of Rei’s neck. Hana pursed her lips as she surveyed Toshio’s paws herself. “But in a case such as this” she continued, “our best course of action would be to utilize more drastic measures.”

               “Drastic measures?” Rei repeated. She didn’t like the sound of that. What did she even mean by drastic measures? Rei felt her chest tighten with the somber and sudden fear that even the vet-nin thought she was a terrible dog owner.

               Hana nodded as she rose to her feet. “Seeing as Toshio’s nails are in what I would categorize as severe condition, and he is noncompliant with alternative methods, our best bet at this point would be sedation.”

               Rei’s heart dropped. “E-excuse you!” she shouted, leaping to her feet. “You don’t need to put him down just because he’s—”

               “Rei, calm down” Kakashi murmured in her ear. “She said sedation, not euthanization.”

               “Oh, yes!” Hana replied, raising her hands in surrender. Her face frowned in severe apology. “We would only give him a mild tranquilizer intended to knock him unconscious for about forty five minutes so we can take care of business. While uncommon, it’s a very standard procedure and won’t cause any long-term harm to the dog.”

               Frowning, Rei gripped Kakashi’s hand and turned her gaze to Toshio. He had since made himself comfortable on the waiting room floor, tongue hanging out of the side of his mouth as he panted calmly. “Kakashi, we need to talk” she whispered.

               Kakashi excused the two of them before Rei pulled him outside, panicked. “Are you okay?” he asked.

               “Kakashi, I don’t know if I can do this” she replied. She gripped her hair and began pacing up and down the walkway, thinking. “I feel so terrible. I don’t think I can put Toshio through this.”

               “Well, what other choice do we have?” Kakashi asked. “We can’t avoid this any longer, Rei. Clearly we’re not strong enough to do this on our own and I really don’t want to put Toshio at risk if we let this go.”

               Rei chewed her lower lip as she considered Kakashi’s words. Truthfully, she felt the same way. If this was going to cause him problems, or further discomfort, it needed to be taken care of. The thought of tranquilizing him, though? It was just too much. If only there was a better way. But Kakashi reminded her that they had exhausted all other options. This was truly their last resort. Gripping his hand tightly, she followed him back inside the clinic and they agreed to the procedure.

               The sedative, a tiny pill, was given inside a wad of bread smothered with peanut butter. In a matter of minutes, Toshio began to grow drowsy and sway when he walked. Rei watched with bated breath from the corner of the exam room—Hana suggested she stay outside but it didn’t feel right. Rei deserved to be there. She needed to be by Toshio’s side if something went awry. Little did she know that things would, in fact, go haywire.

               The moment Hana reached for the nail clippers, Toshio’s tired eyes locked on her and his upper lip curled. Rei’s heart leapt into her throat as she idled, unsure of what she should do, if anything. Hana seemed completely unaffected, however. She started with the back paws, which Toshio allowed her to trim but not without complaint. When she reached the front, however, Toshio snarled, deep but sleepy. He was completely drunk and yet somehow he still had enough strength to resist. When he tried to get up, Hana encouraged Rei to stand beside him and hold him still.

               “I thought you said this would knock him out!” Rei exclaimed, terrified.

               “I thought it would” Hana murmured. She carefully took Toshio’s left paw in her hand, snipped quickly and cautiously as he wiggled under Rei’s grasp and barked out in protest. His voice sounded so low and slurred, like a completely different dog. “Based on his weight, I gave him a pill and a half. That usually knocks Rottweilers out, but apparently not him.”

               “Oh, perfect” Rei complained under her breath. She tried to keep Toshio steady as Hana moved to the other paw, assuring the dog that they were almost done and that he was a good boy. Toshio shook his head and attempted to back up against the wall but it was no use. When he turned toward Rei, she expected him to growl or snap at her but instead, he met her gaze with tired eyes searching for comfort. Rei’s heart broke.

               Once finished, Rei trudged out of the exam room frazzled and worn. Kakashi leapt to his feet immediately. “How did it go?”

               “Well, it’s been taken care of” Rei sighed, dropping into one of the vinyl chairs. “Just know that we are never doing this again.”

               Hana emerged shortly after, looking to them calmly. “Toshio should be good to go home in a few minutes. In the meantime, I’m going to give you a prescription for the sedative we used so that you’ll have it on hand for the next time his nails need to be trimmed, or if he’s ever in an any other situation where he shows signs of aggression or anxiety” she explained. She scribbled the prescription onto a piece of paper before handing it over. “They should be able to fill this at the pharmacy in the hospital” she instructed. Rei nodded and thanked her quietly as she took the paper and tucked it into her back pouch. She met Kakashi’s eyes then as he tilted his head toward the exam room, silently agreeing that it was time to bring their boy home.

               The effects of the sedative, Hana said, would wear off completely in a few hours. As Rei and Kakashi tried to bring Toshio to his feet, however, it was clear he would not be able to walk home on his own. His legs buckled beneath his bulky body so that he could only manage a few swaying steps before collapsing. All of his aggression had melted away and was replaced with a sense of dopey delight as he stared back at them starry-eyed. He turned his head with slow, sleepy movements, his spotted tongue lopping from one side to the other. With their apartment all the way across town, there was really only one option left for bringing him home. Kakashi braced as himself as he knelt down and lifted him up in his arms, a groan breaking past his lips from the sheer weight.

               “Alright, let’s get him home before my arms fall off” he choked. Rei nodded once and together they raced home as quickly as they could manage with an 80-pound beast in tow.

               As night fell across Konoha, Rei snuggled up next to Kakashi on the couch. Toshio’s sedatives had finally worn off but the excitement of the day left him exhausted. She kept her eyes locked on his chest, rising and falling with his mellow breaths, as he slept in the middle of the living room floor. “Do you think we made the right decision?” Rei asked quietly.

               “Hmm?” Kakashi hummed, looking up from his book. It took his brain a moment to register what she had said. “I don’t think we really had any other options” he then replied.

               Rei gave a single nod before leaning her head on Kakashi’s shoulder. “I just hate seeing him suffer. I hate that we had to resort to this” she replied.

               Kakashi set his book down on the coffee table and turned to cup Rei’s face in his hands. “Rei, look at me” he murmured. “I know how difficult this was, but we did the right thing. We did what was best for Toshio. Sometimes the right decision isn’t always the easiest one, but we made that decision anyway and I’m proud of us for it.”

               “You really think so?” Rei asked.

               “I know so” Kakashi replied. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, letting her settle against his chest. “After all” he continued, “we’ve made a commitment to take care of him. We wouldn’t be doing our job right if we had ignored this.”

               “Yeah…” Rei murmured. Her eyes were growing heavy as the steady beat of Kakashi’s heart lulled her to sleep. As she closed her eyes, a soft giggle escaped her lips and she then whispered, “You know, in a way I guess this is good practice.”

               “Good practice?” Kakashi asked. He tilted his head so as to look down at her. “Good practice for what?”

               Before he could get a reply, however, Rei was already fast asleep. Or at least that’s what she wanted him to believe. She snuggled up against him and sighed but Kakashi couldn’t even be bothered. They had had a long day, she deserved her rest. He brushed the bangs out of her face and kissed her on the forehead before turning back to his book. If he really wanted answers, it could wait until morning. For now, they all deserved peace and quiet.

[honeyjaez]

Maze of Miroh-Chapter 8 “Derailing from the Plan”

  Seungmin grunted as he was pushed forward, a gun hard-pressed on his back. Both he and Hyunjin had been blindfolded as if they didn’t already see all of The Order’s base and they were being escorted somewhere. Seungmin grit his teeth in annoyance. Their guns had been taken away, they were captured by the enemy and had no plan of how they were going to get out of this mess.

There was a cough next to him and Seungmin sighed in slight reassurance. They only thing keeping him even remotely calm was the fact that Hyunjin was here. Hyunjin was with him. He wasn’t alone in this mess.

If there is one thing in this life that Seungmin hates more than stupid people it’s that Seungmin hates being alone. 

Ever since his childhood, growing up with his cruel hearted asshole of a father. The man never hugged them, he never said that he loved them. Who never gave an ounce of love to his two children. And it’s not like their mother could due to the account that she died giving birth to him. Seungmin almost grew up not knowing the pure emotional feeling of love and being loved. Thank god he had his brother though.

Wonpil was his light. His only real family. The two of them grew up in that hell hole of a home but unlike Seungmin, Wonpil had experienced the feeling of their mother’s undying love for her children. Seungmin had not. So Wonpil made it his mission every single day to make Seungmin feel loved. To let Seungmin know he wasn’t alone.  They clung onto each other like glue.

But their father saw that as a sign of weakness.

Seungmin would always cry when their father would separate them. Locking both into different, soundproof rooms so that they couldn’t even talk to each other. How long they would be locked away always depended on their father’s mood. Could be a day. Could be a week. 

But no matter what it drove Seungmin insane.

He remembers day after day, crying for his brother, crying to talk to someone….all falling on deaf ears. Because of this inhumane form of torture Seungmin had developed somewhat of a condition. 

He hated be alone.

You wouldn’t have guessed it if you saw his interactions with his friends. Coming off like an egotistical bastard who couldn’t imagine spending a second with anyone. But what do you do when you are in so much pain and fear about your flaws? You push those who care about you away. And it wasn’t like he was clingy. Not anymore. But he needed to be around people.

A feeling of a hand on his own snapped the younger boy out of his down-spiraling thoughts.

“Minnie” Hyunjin said quietly, low enough to where the Agents couldn’t hear. “Minnie it’s alright. I’m here”

Seungmin let out a shaky sigh, nodding despite knowing that the older couldn’t see it. Seungmin hated being alone, but also hated people having to comfort him. It made him feel weak. Yet somehow he managed to find a group of 7 asshats who stubbornly wouldn’t let him go.

“Yeah” he bit back, his defensive walls shooting back up “I know that genius”

Seungmin could have sworn he heard a chuckle coming from besides him, but before he could snap at him a guard took him by his wrist, shoving him and Hyunjin through a door and into a room. Their blindfolds were ripped off, and Seungmin had to blink a few times for his eyes to adjust to the dim lit room. In the center of it was a single table, 3 chairs attached to it. They were forced down in both chairs by an unknown pair of hands. He assumed that the one who shoved them would sit in the chair across from them and start the interrogation. But instead the hands leave both their shoulders, and the sound of footsteps with a closing door hit his ears. He and Hyunjin were alone.

The silence was drawn out for a few moments more until Hyunjin sighed very loudly next to him. “Well this is just shit.”

“This is bad.” Seungmin grumbled. He turned and grabbed Hyunjin’s face roughly, making the older look at him. 

“Look at me Hyunjin. Don’t tell the-“

“Hyunjin hyung” the older boy interrupted, and Seungmin stared at the older boy in disbelief. Finally he just decides to slap the older boys head lightly.

“Idiot!” he hissed “Do NOT tell them your name. Do not tell them our plan. Nothing about S-K-Z. Got it?”

Hyunjin just stared at him, eyes on Seungmin’s, his lips pursed like he was pouting in Seungmin’s grasp. “Well duh.”

Seungmin rolled his eyes and let Hyunjin go, his head falling on the table as he groaned in annoyance and stress. “Hopefully Changbin hyung is doing alright.”

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 “Not alright. Not Alright. Definitely NOT alright!” Minho heard Changbin yelled from a few feet behind him.  They were currently running down what felt like the hundreth hallway, trying to escape the growling and snapping of the demon dogs that had been released on them. They had discovered rather quickly that it took a lot of bullets to down a single dog, and they soon were outnumbered, so they did the only logical thing, which was to run. 

Minho loved to run. He could do it all day. But when you add the stress of the past few days, his still healing bullet wound and the fact that they were in a life and death situation with monster dogs snapping for their flesh….well let’s just say Minho was done with it all. 

He turned on yet another corner, and saw a slightly opened door. Without much thought, acting purely on his human fight or flight insticts, he grabbed Changbin and shoved the younger into the room, not caring at the moment if it was filled with enemies. The two stumble in and Minho shuts the door without a second though, locking it and crumpling to the floor catching his breath. The room was silent other than the far off sound of constant barking, and he could hear Changbin shuffling behind him, grunting in pain as he caught his own breath. 

“W…What the hell….were..those…things” Minho choked out. 

“I….I “ changbin breathed “I don’t know…..I…didn’t get a good enough look.”

Minho had. But he wished that he hadn’t.

They were nothing like the dogs Minho had grown up around. Nothing like Grandma Yoo’s little terrier Boxer. 

These creatures were sickly in color, almost like a pale green shade. Sure they walked on 4 legs and had a tail, but they also sprouting what Minho could only describe as little horns on its back, jutting out every which way. Their eyes were black and soulless, like holes. 

Just thinking back to them Minho’s heart raced. Nothing about them was normal.

“Greta just great.We wouldn’t be in this mess if you hadn’t had an itchy trigger finger!” Changbin hissed at him. “We wouldn’t be running around an enemy base from fucking dogs!”

“Those…..” Minho gasped out, shaking his head weakly “Those are NOT dogs.”

“Quite right you are” a foreign voice spoke up.

Changbin and much to his own amazement, himself, shot up, taking defensive positions against the new enemy.  Minho watched, frozen as a taller male with jet black hair and glasses stepped out from the shadows. He wore a white lab coat which told Minho that he was some sort of scientist or doctor here, but why would they need someone like that here?

“Who are you?” Changbin growled out.

The taller, older male put his hands in the air as a sign of surrender and peace. 

“My name is Yamako. I’m from the Shuixia branch. I was sent here by The Order a few months ago, but as you can see I am now trapped down here with those beasts same as you.”

Minho and Changbin looked at each other, both trying to silently decide what to do with their new friend. As if the older male could read their thoughts he stepped forward, a look of desperation on his face. 

“Please trust me I mean you no harm!” he gushed out.

“Yeah sure okay. Like I believe that” Changbin growled. He glared at the man but straightened out of his defense position, relaxing slightly. Minho noticed this and relaxed himself slightly, though still on edge.

“Please….” He trailed off, looking at the floor “I didn’t even want to be here. But they threatened me and my family. I had no choice but to obey orders.” At this Minho’s eyes narrowed and he was brought back to his previous question. Why were there Scientists here? His fears were only heightened as he took in Yamako posture. His hands here behind his back and he was shuffling back and forth. He must have been ashamed about something because he wasn’t looking either boy in the eye nor despite being significantly older than the two. This was bad. If they were experimenting on Jeongwoo…..

“What orders?” Minho asked, his gaze darkening.

“Doesn’t matter what he was doing here” Changbin hissed, interrupting the two “We need to get out of here alive. Which means getting passed Fluffy” he glared hard at Yamako “Where are all the Agents?”

Yamako pushed his glasses up, trying to think “Once Phase 2 is in action every employee has strict instructions to evacuate the bottom floors. My guess is that they are up on the first 5 levels, away from the beasts.”

At this, Changbin raised his eyebrows in slight shock “So what? You guys release a bunch of demon dogs that even you’re afraid of? Where is the logic?”

Yamako sighed “Despite our efforts we haven’t found a way to soothe the beasts into submission so as an extra precaution everyone is ordered out of the way.”

“And you couldn’t spread an ounce of that thoughtfulness for us?” Minho heard the shorter boy grumble. Then he sighed and walked towards the door, the barking getting significantly louder. 

The 3 of them stayed silent, no one dare to speak. Then finally it was broken by a quiet gasp of realization. 

“You’re them……aren’t you?”

Changbin turned around, his gaze hard “I don’t know what you are talking about.”

“Yes you do” Yamako said, a ghost of a smile on his face. “You’re THEM. THE group. The famous group! You’re SKZ-“Yamako’s words were cut off as the air was knocked out of him. Changbin had him pinned up against the wall in a flash, arm against this throat cutting off his air supply. 

“Changbin!” Minho hissed.

“You don’t know what you are talking about” he hissed in Yamako’s face who was flailing widely around needing air. “But if you mention that name again, I will kill you right here and now understand?”

Minho shivered at how ice cold Changbin’s voice was, giving way to the severity of the threat. His eyes burned with a dark intensity and Minho suddenly knew he would never want to be on the other end of that gaze.

He let Yamako go, who landed on the floor gasping for air. Changbin glared at him a moment longer then turned back around and walked towards the door, listening. 

“I’m…Sorry” he managed to get out “I didn’t…I didn’t mean to offend.” Yamako stood up rubbing his throat lightly. “It’s just…where I come from…you guys are legends. Your group….what happened 5 years ago… my people were in awe. My brother….” He trailed off, a fond sadness sparkled in his eyes “My brother actually ran off and joined his own group against The Order. He said you guys inspired him to fight. I actually haven’t seen him since.”

Minho smiled softly, hearing the pride in Yamako’s voice. But his attention snapped back towards the door as there was a loud bang against it. Changbin raised a single finger in the air, signaling them to stay silent. Minho gulped, terrified that even a sound like that was too loud. 

The banging stopped but they could hear the sound of sniffing on the other side, growling ever so slightly. Eventually the sound faded away and the boys all let out a collective sigh. Changbin turned towards the two, eyes hard, face serious. 

“Alright. I have a plan…”

»»»»»»»

 Jisung froze, his breathing completely stopping for the hundredth time in the past 10 minutes. After what felt like hours, Felix who was apparently his backup arrived at the van, now moved farther away to avoid trouble with The Order. The red headed boy held two jackets in his hands as he arrived explaining that he stole them on his way here from a bunch of unconscious Agents and thought to use them. Luckily he had them however because as they walked into the building, dressed up like the enemy they momentarily panicked at the amount of Agents swarming the first few floors.

“Those idiots must have really done a number” Felix had muttered quietly. But Jisung hardly listened to the boy, his ears pounding and his own anxiety grew. “Let’s just destroy the jamming signal and get out of here” he mumbled, moving forward.

That’s how the duo found themselves slowly making their way down the staircase, moveing slowly as to not raise suspicion. Already they had almost been caught a handful of times, both being significantly shorter than most Agents and raising a bit of suspicion. Luckily all attempts were thwarted by the Agents desperate need to capture the intruders down below and so they were left alone. 

“They really fucked this one up.” Felix groaned, walking down the steps with Jisung at his side.

Jisung’ already annoyed just scoffed. “Minho probably is the cause of that. That or he sold Changbin and the others out.”

Felix stopped mid-step, placing a hand on Jisung’s shoulder who also stopped. “Jisung. What the hell is your problem with Minho?”

Jisung scoffed, rolling his eyes “Do I need a reason? I’m sorry, not to be rude but why don’t you have a problem with him? You act like he is your best friend Felix” he ripped Felix’s hand away from him “For gods’ sake, all he did was like your story.”

“He also saved my life remember?” the boy hissed.

“After also endangering it!” 

“He didn’t do anything. I revealed myself out of my own free will so chill the fuck out!”’

Jisung froze. Never in the past year that he has known Felix has he raised his voice like that. Not to anyone. Felix must have realized too because he suddenly pulled back his hand, looking away from Jisung. 

“Look” he said quieter as to not alert anyone nearby. “I know I can’t make you trust him. But trust ME when I say this; Minho isn’t the bad guy.”

Jisung huffed, turning away “I’ll trust him when he shows me that I can”

They managed to get themselves down to the 10th floor where the security camera room was and Jisung gulped at the sheer amount of Agents rushing about. Both he and Felix continued down their path, silently and once they reached the door, they used their stolen name badges on the Security Room Door.  It slid open and immediately they were met which atleast a dozen stressed out, highly annoyed faces.

“What are you doing here?” a short balding man hissed. Jisung narrowed his eyes and saw his name badge read Kwangsoo and without thinking, glared slightly at the man. This was the guy that tried to hurt Lix’. 

Jisung turned to the boy in question who just seemed to stare at Kwangsoo with an uninterested, bored look. “We were sent here from Headquarters Sir. It would seem the President is not so fond that his base was so easily broken into. He asked us to relay a message.”

Kwangsoo narrowed his eyes but did not argue. He motioned towards the others and they all slowly started to pile themselves out of the room. Once alone the old man sat on the desk, his face giving way to the amount of stress that he was currently feeling. “Alright Alright. What does the bastard want from me now? What’s the message?”

Jisung stayed silent next to Felix, knowing that this was Felix’s territory. Hacking things? Awesome. Computers? Great. But when it came to actual field work, Jisung was a lost as a duckling. 

Felix stayed silent a few moments longer, which added stress to Kwangsoo’s already red face. Finally the boy ripped off his hat, revealing his fire red hair and rushed forward head locking the stumpy man and cutting off his airflow. Kwangsoo flailed desperately, but in seconds was getting weaker and weaker. “Y-You!” he managed to cough out.

“Good to see you again Pint Sized Agent Man” he huffed, tightening his grip on him. “Bye Bye now” Kwangsoo’s arms dropped and his head rolled back out of Felix’s grip, now out cold. 

Jisung rushed forward once he knew it was safe, hooking his laptop up to the monitors. 

“That maybe bought us 10 minutes Ji” Felix said while shoving Kwangsoo’s body underneath a table “But eventually the guards will want back in.”

“I know” Jisung muttered. He began typing furiously looking for what he needed. Unbeknownst to him Felix, uninterested in computer work began to look around the Security room. His eyes landed on a single laptop, property of Lee Kwangsoo and he walked forwards scanning the various documents that were scattered on the desktop. One file in particular caught his eye and he clicked on it. His eyes started to scan the document wordlessly, a frown forming on his face. 

“Got it!” Jisung yelled suddenly. “Hello? Hello? Seungmin? Can you hear me?”

Radio Silence.

“Fuck! Why isn’t it working?”

“Jisung” Felix finally spoke up, voice grave.  But Jisung ignored him and continued to type furiously trying to find their friends on the cameras.

“Jisung seriously” Felix said “You need to read this.” He gaze was dark, unreadable, the only emotional seen being that of anger.

Jisung groaned “Fine, but you have to look for our friends while I do.” and the two boys swapped roles. Jisung’s own eyes began reading the document and as he read through it, his stomach began to churn. Once done he looked up from the computer screen to Felix who had been waiting for him to finish. Both their gazes’ were dark as the digested the information. 

“Where’s Minho?” Jisung suddenly asked.

Felix turned around in the chair typing furiously. “I don’t know…”

Jisung ran up to him, placing a hand on the desk and the other on the back of the chair “Well we need to find him….and now!”

 “I know I know….Look!” he suddenly said, pointing up. Jisung’s head snapped up towards a monitor that showed Seungmin and Hyunjin locked in a room, the two of them at a table talking to an agent. Jisung frowned, not realizing how bad the situation had actually gotten. Getting communication back up was one thing, but breaking them out of custody was another. “That must be why they aren’t answering.” Jisung hummed.

“Well what about Binnie hyung?” Felix asked worriedly.

Jisung nodded, sharing the boy’s anxiety, as his eyes continued to scan the various monitors “I don’t see them……..Wait! There!” Jisung pointed upwards towards a screen in the upper right hand corner. There he could see a faint outline of Minho and Changbin hiding behind a corner, poking their heads out to the side to look down a hallway at an unseen force.

They seemed to be saying something but Jisung couldn’t read the lips clear enough to know what. Minho slunked out of view, and he watched as Changbin moved forward, out into the full hallway and put his fingers to his lips in what Jisung realized was a whistle. His heart quickened as he saw the boy then quickly turn back around, running back from where they came. A few more moments passed and then he saw black blurs running past the security camera. Too many to count. That’s when he realized.

They were being chased

“Binnie hyung! Minho hyung!” Felix yelled.

Jisung’s stomach dropped. This was bad. This was really bad. 

“Jisung! I’m-” Jisung grabbed hold of Felix’s shoulder before he could continue, his mind working furiously.

“Felix. I know you want to save your friend but I need you to help Seungmin and Hyunjin. You are the only one that could slip past those guards and break them out. I’ll go to Changbin hyung and Minho-ssi. You have my word” 

Felix didn’t say a word as he was contemplating Jisung’s order. Finally he sighed and nodded in submission “I’ll get those two out before the guards realize their boss is out of commission and we will meet you down there as soon as possible.” without even waiting for a reply the boy turned around and walked out the door, placing his hat back on and ordering something to the guards waiting outside. Jisung grabbed his laptop along with Kwangsoo’s placing it in his uniform to hide it. 

“-e is on a very serious phone call with the president. Do not interrupt him until he says it is okay” Felix finished saying to the guards posted outside. Each hesitated for a second and then nodded in submission. 

He turned towards Jisung, an unspoken conversation passing between the two. Then without a second thought Felix turned and walked down the hallway. Jisung nodded towards the guards and made his way to the stairs. 

His mind was clouded with the new information that he bared. Jisung grit his teeth as he made his way downstairs, farther and farther.  The document that Felix found now weighed heavily on his mind and for some stupid reason his thoughts went towards the naïve idiot he was about to save. He had to get to Changbin and Minho….he had to warn them. He just hoped he wasn’t too late.

»»»»»»»

“This can’t seriously be your plan” Minho groaned, looking over Changbin’s shoulder to the hallway that was crawling with at least a dozen dogs dozing quietly. They had given up on the search for them, but were now hanging out, sleeping in various spots on the floor, which wouldn’t be bad if it wasn’t right in front of the only exit.

“Shut up” Changbin hissed quietly as not to alert to the beasts “you have a better idea?”

“No but you’re short. You have short legs. Why do you have to do this?” he hissed back.

“Because princess, as much as I would love to throw you as dog food I told Lixie before I left that I would protect you…begrudgingly. Knowing you, you’ll find a way to fuck this up.”

“If it is running Changbin let me do it.”

“Out of the question now get in position!”

Minho bit back a retort and silently cursed the stubborn guy in his head. He took a step back towards the room they had been hiding in with Yamako, the scientist in question fumbling with his coat in nervousness. Changbin turned to look at them both “Alright now listen, when I start running get ready. While the dogs are chasing me make a break for it and run towards the exit. I’ll roundabout back here and meet you there. Under no circumstances do you wait for me Got it?”

Both souls nodded their heads and Changbin almost sighed in relief. “Alright then get ready”

Minho started to close the door but before it totally closed he stopped and looked out at the younger boy. “Changbin.”

“Don’t die.” He heard a quiet scoff coming from the boy who didn’t take his eyes off the dogs.

‘Don’t intend to.”

And with that Minho closed the door, but left it open enough for him to peak out and see Changbin now standing out in the open. He brought his fingers to his lips and blew loudly, a high pitched whistle sounding in his ears.

“Hey! Hey!” he shouted, flailing his arms. “Come and eat me stupid mutts!”

Without hesitation Minho watched Changbin turned around and start booking it past the room. The Barking sounded loudly in their ears and Minho gulped. The entire room was shaking from the vibrations that the dogs were producing as they were running. Suddenly Minho was cursing himself for not fighting Changbin harder. There was no way he could outrun those things.

As if on cue, Minho saw the dogs bursting through his field of vision, scrambling after Changbin. Foam coated their mouths again and they looked rapid enough to frighten even the biggest of adults. Luckily – or unlucky enough they didn’t take notice of either of them hiding in the room, all their senses focused on Changbin. Once the last one was gone, acting purely on instinct he never knew he had, Minho pushed the door open running straight towards the exit in question with Yamako at his side. He didn’t care if the dogs saw him leaving or not, all his senses were focused purely on the exit, his eyes gaining tunnel vision.  

The hallway seemed to get longer and longer as they got closer but eventually the two managed to make it. Yamako pushed his way through without hesitation, but Minho lingered, halfway through the door. He turned around and looked towards where area that he would soon see Changbin soon. He could still hear the barking but it was faded which meant they were halfway and that Changbin should be appearing soon.

But something was wrong.

He wasn’t appearing.

Minho grit his teeth, his anxiety setting in again. Come on idiot.

The dogs barking started to gain in volume and Minho gulped. Either they caught Changbin and all was lost or-

He didn’t even have time to finish his thought because the boy in question appeared in his field of vision and Minho’s heart lurched in relief.

That relief was short lived however as he took in Changbin’s limping appearance.  He was panting heavily, pain clear across his face even at this distance. Minho looked down and his heart stopped.

He was injured.

He didn’t know how or when, one of the dogs must have caught up to him but blood was rather apparent down his leg, clothes torn from claw marks.  He did well to stay ahead but Minho knew it, and if the look he gave him as he ran closer was to any indication so did Changbin.

He wasn’t going to make it.

Even know the dogs were inching closer and closer towards their target. Changbin himself was starting to run out of steam.

“You can’t even listen to the simplest of directions can you Princess?!” Changbin shouted over the sound of barking. “Go!”

Minho grit his teeth and wanted to scream. Sure the guy was an asshat, but he didn’t deserve to die like this. His hands fumbled in his pants pocket, trying to think of a way to get out of this. Suddenly it felt something small and Minho’s eyes shot open wide in realization. He pulled out the object and opened his hand to reveal a small black ball, similar to the one Hyunjin had used earlier.

He remembered how the younger had slipped this into his hands shortly before they had separated.

“Save this. You may need it” he had said. Minho gulped, knowing that if there was any time to use it, it would be now.

It was a long shot. But at least it was a shot.

Minho ran forward, closing the gap between himself, Changbin and the dogs. He took out his gun, still attached to his body and aimed upwards. He tried to remember Hyunjin’s instructions and took a deep breath before firing upwards. He hit his mark, the sprinkler system, and suddenly the hallway started to rain. Changbin saw this and his eyes shot opened wide. “What are you doing idiot?”

“I don’t know!” Minho shot back, taking stance. He had only thrown a handful of balls in his life, and he had never hit his mark with any of them. But he had to. Now that he had done this, if he failed it would mean death for both of them.

“Changbin!” he yelled “Run faster you idiot!”

“I swear to god” he growled “If we survive this I will kill you myself.”

Minho didn’t respond as he stood still. He waited. And waited. And waited. Trying to calm his breathing.  The hallway was now thoroughly coated in water, he, Changbin and the dogs included.

Finally Changbin was close enough to grab and Minho lurched his hand forward, catching the younger his collar. The dogs were maybe 20 feet back.

Without hesitation Minho threw the black ball forward, towards the onslaught of dogs, and aimed his gun at it. His hand shook slightly as he tried to aim but then a vision of smiling Jeongwoo and Hyunjae flashed through his mind and the shaking ceased.

He fired. Hitting the ball dead on.

Suddenly the water soaked floor erupted in shocks of electricity and Minho felt Changbin shove him backwards as to avoid their own water soaked bodies from getting shocked. It seemed to work however because the dogs barking soon became howls of pain as the electricity coarse through their system. One by one they began to drop like flies, bodies unmoving. Soon all that was heard was the pounding of the water hitting the floor, and the hissing from the electricity currants that were starting to fade. Changbin and Minho looked up from where they had falling on the floor and saw his handiwork. He could hear Changbin panted besides him but he hardly noticed it. All his senses were focused on the light tingling feeling that was coursing through his body, the feeling of pure adrenaline. Never before had Minho been so scared. But he also felt excitement in that moment. Being so close to death but narrowly escaping in the end. His body felt so light and his hands shook as he realized in that moment that he loved the feeling of adrenaline rushing through his body. It was a different form then that when he runs.  Different then when he had a gun pointed at his head. It was adrenaline he caused to himself as he fought back.

Changbin hissing in pain caused Minho to snap out of his thoughts to look at the younger boy.

He panted but looked back at Minho, his gaze hard. He looked down towards the black ball Minho had thrown. “Hyunjin give that to you?”

Minho nodded the adrenaline leaving his body. Changbin nodded once, an unreadable expression on his face. It sounded like he wanted to say something more, but changed his mind and focused back on his leg.

 Slowly Minho stood up, his eyes not leaving the dogs corpses. He picked Changbin up by his waist, letting him use his body as support and looked down at the boy’s leg. Blood coated it thickly he knew after running on it that long that Changbin wasn’t going to be able to walk on it. They slowly limped out of the hallway towards the exit where they found Yamako waiting for them, his expression frantic as he saw Changbin’s leg.

The older male began to fret over the two of them, shouting and flailing his arms, but neither boy responded to his question. They both just continued in silence as they now found themselves walking forwards, not sure of where they were going. Finally Minho heard Changbin let out a long sigh and he pointed his gaze downwards and the smaller boy.

“Thank you.”

[deviationdivine]

Is It All An Act? (RK900 x reader)

TLDR: Things get interesting between you and Nines at the DPD...

Word Count: 1233

TW: Semi-Angst w/fluffy end, Language, Gavin Reed (being his verbally abusive dbag self)

“Thanks.” You call at his back, gaze fixing on the apex of his broad shoulders, before he walks off. Almost always seems to get away from you for one reason or another. This ongoing game of dodge the human is too much for your heart to take. Maybe if it was someone else doing it to you. Preferably the same problem he jumped in to eradicate.  Your voice halts him stiffly and somehow swallowing down those words is all you can do in answer. Why do you have to feel like this around him? Shrinking under his power is an addictive drug. He doesn't have to act intimidating it just happens! 

Or it's just in your head. Never sure but one thing is: he's a hurricane dragging you to the eye of the storm.

A tiny morsel that could be devoured by a mere sharp glance of steel gray; you steel yourself this time at his resolute swivel on heels of black shoes. 

He is completely donned in black, jeans, turtleneck sweater that compliments his white jacket trimmed in the same ebony. Only a blue armband added another bit of color to an otherwise monochrome aesthetic. 

The android’s eyes narrow. “You’re mistaken in your gratitude. I have no idea what you're referring to.”

Your breath catches. What is he talking about? He just told Gavin to screw off. Why is he acting like he didn’t? “But Gavin…”

“Detective Reed’s focus on work is what I accomplished. What else did you presume I meant?” 

An immediate sinking in your stomach makes you feel so stupid. Of course that’s all it is even if he looks angry at that asshole trying to mess with you but that’s your imagination isn’t it? There it is again in the form of his damn confusing, perfectly smooth face. 

Wait! Why are you complimenting him? Sure it's not actually verbalized but he doesn't get away with it because he's good looking. Obviously "good looking" isn't that great of an adjective to describe him. There are better ones. Right?  Debating over this just takes the cake! You're supposed to be pissed not daydreaming about Nines! 

“Nothing,” snapping to hide your embarrassment became overly dramatic. "Never mind. Next time don’t even bother coming near me, Nines!”  Red burns his temple causing a twisting glare to form his sharp chiseled features in a match to your stress. However his gaze softens the second you turn a back to him and it takes every thread of this perfectly advanced android not to betray his true feelings.  Nines stares at your retreating figure longer than is required and he nearly cracks. He may have if it were not for the pest he cannot cleanly scrub off the precinct's floors. “Yo! 900!” The aforementioned pest saunters over resentful to what happened before you decide to give more attention to a rusty bucket of bolts. Not bothering to use the droid's name, Gavin butts right back in without you as a witness. 

“Plastic asshole! I’m talking to you!”  Casually turning his head in direction of the detective offers cold stoicism. Impenetrable ice burns white hot in the android's gaze. “Next time you talk shit to me I’ll rip you apart. Right in front of Y/N!” Reed sneers as is typical. The only language he can speak angry for that too, another human hanging around one of these things.  “It would be wise to tread carefully, Detective Reed.” Nines' warning is coolly collected considering his rising disgust for this worthless human. "Your record for insubordination is a mile long. I believe Captain Fowler would find your harassment of co-workers curious. Wouldn’t you agree?” Gavin's teeth mash together. Easy to tell that threat finally held weight. Taking a quick stride closer in break room, he jabs a finger into the taller droid’s chest, right under that emblazoned RK900. Cyberlife saddling him with this prick! He's worse than Hank’s lap dog by a fucking mile!  “Listen up dipshit!” the detective snarls. “Think you’re hot shit cause you’re some upgraded Robocop? Well, you better stay out of my business. Including whatever I choose to do with the new meat on the block. Got me? Or I’ll do what I should’ve done to your goofy ass twin and put a bullet through your skull.” A smile upturns Gavin’s lips, laughing a little after threatening his partner. 

To this day it boggles everyone's mind how he still has a job let alone is able to outwardly threaten others. “I’ll make sure to have a bigger impression next time on the cupcake. You won’t be around all the time.” Staring down at the shorter human male with equal hostility left the detective android withering in dissatisfaction for his focus of anger. This is a waste of time when he is required to accomplish desk work. That did not stop the RK900 model’s hand from snagging onto the scruff of Reed’s jacket.  “You sonuva…!”  “Touch Y/N and I will break every bone in your body.” The android’s warning is a quiet storm allowing the gale of his power seep slowly into that thick unintelligible skull of Reed's. Hoisting him without an ounce of effort should be a mutual understanding to his advanced strength. “Considering I know the placement of each of the 206 bones in the adult human body, it will be an efficient process.”  Shoving Gavin backwards forces him to stumble. A tiny smile drew up the android’s mouth. “Work is at hand, Detective Reed. If you would excuse me I will return to important matters and leave you to your trash heap of a desk.”  Gavin reached down at his hip. Resting a hand against holster, he froze.  “Reed! In my office! NOW!”  Dropping his hand at Fowler’s order left him fuming. Peering up from a cart of evidence files is just your luck to witness the childish stomp of Reed heading for the office. Obvious pissy attitude is obvious on a daily basis and you rolled eyes not really caring what he was doing. He's such a.... 

Your clear dislike of Gavin zaps immediately from mind when making eye contact with Nines. Sitting at his desk it's hard to miss him. Really who misses a tall beautiful android with a jaw line fit for carving the next statue of David? Not that you sit around making these comparisons all the time! It's not like you're in love with him or anything. 

A nervous rumble in your stomach is a shitty sign. You can't be! This isn't supposed to happen right after he pisses you off. Oh. Um, he's still watching and apparently can read the spike in your heart rate that far away. You flush at the tiny smile on his lips which seems like an illusion. 

Wow. You didn't know Nines could do that! 

Never mind how smug he's starting to look. After how badly he dismisses you and makes you feel like an idiot this is what he does? How confusing is he!? 

Part of you wonders if it is all an act but focusing is out the window. You disappear with carted catalogue for evidence room to avoid his face and whatever else. 

Little do you realize that Nines watches the entire time it takes for you to no longer be in his visual. Nor do you know how interesting things are about to get between you two.

[lynxgriffin]

Straight Outta Monster Narnia

HEY HEY I WASN’T EXPECTING TO DO THIS EVER AGAIN BUT WE’RE BACK

I’M GONNA PLAY ME SOME DELTA RUNE HERE

THOUGHTS AS I GO! ARE UNDER THE CUT!

Here we GOOOOOOO~!

Survey Program! Nice! Ominous!

I am here yes!

Truly excellent dude

OH MAKING A VESSEL NOW what are we Xehanort

NEATO I can pick Chara or Frisk heads or others…

Let’s do someone new. This kinda longish hair head.

STRIPES FOR DAYS! Longish sleeves, methinks

The legs are almost all the same LMAO

This is so friggin creepy I l OVE IT

Favorite food is PAIN nah it’s soft

BLOOD TYPE D. D for DOGGO

You have been gifted with kindness, not-XionFrisk

Pain AND seizure. Kinda wonder what happens if you say no tho…

But I don’t want to start over so let’s go with yes

OH FRIGGIN BUUUUURNED BY THE GAME, HAHAHA

Hi Toriel, you’re looking nice!

That’s a lot of friggin trophies over there

Also Kris, you need some eyes

RELIGIOUS SKA

So we have overachieving perfect child and sad boring child, okay

Awww Gerson wrote a book! How neat

It’s only you…..FOR NOW!!!!

It just isn’t home without white fur stuck in the drain, is it

CHAIRIEL’S RETURN!!!!

Also there’s some weird graphical flicker going on when I move and I wonder if it’s not because I’m playing full screen here

“Spray For The Boys, Flamin’ Hot Pizza Flavor” Damn Toby I missed your incredible sense of humor

DOES TORIEL USE PET SHAMPOO please say yes

ASRIEL’S AT COLLEGE AND UNDYNE’S A POLICE MONSTER, PERFECT

PROFESSOR ALPHYS IMMA GET AN A+ IN ANIME CLASS

DAMN who do I pick as my partner

Like…I really want Temmie…but also Snowdrake…

Random snake is also very good…

Ahhh I see this is gonna be pre-determined

HAHAHAHA FUCKIN BURNED AGAIN BY THIS HORRIBLE BLUE DUCK

Thank you cool snake I love your origin story

Oh this reindeer girl is very cute

MOTHA. FOKKIN. SUSIE

I instantly love her, goodbye

Oh Alphys you’re so not good at putting anyone in trouble

I JUST REALIZED TEMMIE HAS HER EGG ON THE DESK

Susie are you eating chalk

Oh sheet I like Susie less now

GAH DAMN THIS ESCALATED QUICKLY

Susie, Kris doesn’t even HAVE a face

Haha totally cut off my answer there

Hmm. I sense…a theme here.

Wow this really is putting on the restrictive aspects here

Now that’s a spooky face

Oh it ain’t gonna be that simple, mean girls

Well, this sure seems like an underground! Also…Kris is green now, okay

Hi there creepy waving things!

To reiterate: this is soooo creepy AND I LOVE IT

Puzzles! We got puzzles again! CREEPY PUZZLES

Whelp, we found Susie, just kinda hiding out in a…dead dust bunny thingie

LOL so much for a party member following you around

Well this is a new and interesting take on the bullet hell mechanics

Such interesting and different architecture

THE KINGDOM OF DARKNESSSSS

Yes let’s take a sudden HARD SHIFT into Final Fantasy

THE QUEST OF THE DELTA KNIGHTS that was an MST3K ep you know

About like…Leonardo da Vinci actually. Except he was a whiny bitch

LMAO Susie just “nah destroying the world sounds neat”

JOKESTER SANS GLIDES IN A FLAMING TRICYCLE SURE WHY NOT

VERY DIFFERENT COMBAT SYSTEM

“Dunno how I got an ax but like, that’s cool”

CAN’T WAIT FOR THE REMIXES OF THIS BATTLE MUSIC OKAY

Dunno if there’s a pacifist version of this game but I stick to tradition so I’m gonna try it

RALSEI. I SEE WHAT YOU DID THERE

THE POWER OF FLUFFY BOYS SHINES WITHIN YOU it sure as hell does, game

The heckin heck Ralsei is so cute

Yup yup we gonna try pacifist this first time!

“If you’re reading this…I guess you’re dead.” Fair enough.

Gaster noises when trying to use the cell phone, hmmmm…

It’s an inverse papou fruit!

Susie just up and attacks this cake, all right

Battle is cool but it’s gonna take some getting used to, think I accidentally used both of my items

YOUR SENSE OF DIRECTION WON’T SAVE YOU NOW

“It’s like a dinner made out of three glasses of milk” Ralsei you’re SO CUTE

Now to see if TP stays leveled between battles…

“I thought you were running away.” / “Yeah, I finished.”

Fugdamn I want —pictures of Spiderman— remixes of this music ON MY DESK TODAY

FRIGHTENING FANFARE

Damn that puzzle still is tricky

Gah damn that was hilarious but also terrifying

We have the power of FLUFFY BOYS and MEAN GIRLS we are UNSTOPPABLE

Ohhh so that’s what the heart outline does!

Now that is a coooool cat and I like him already

Awww I don’t have enough money for the spooky sword

Susie just roastin’ everybody left and right

THEY GOT BARRY

These mechanics continue to be interesting and a bit more complex

“Damn, didn’t get to impale myself” I’m sure you’ll get your chance Susie

It’s really interesting how we’re basically group-battling to PREVENT the tank from beating the crap out of everyone

Oh now that light trick is weird

They keep throwing the usual chess and playing card guys at us and somehow I’m Suspicious

Is that a bucket. ARE Y’ALL HOMESTUCKING AT ME AGAIN

LMAO did Susie call us the Fuckboys or something

Oh, the Shit Squad, I guess!

THE POWER OF THE SHIT SQUAD SHINES WITHIN YOU HECK YESSSS

“I, Mr. Society, am far too intelligent to ever bow down to such a tyrant!” Hmmm.

Oh, it’s Sir Lion Plateface again

L E G S

THE BOSS JUST DRINKS A GALLON OF MILK THAT’S FINE

Well Ralsei got kinda junked there but WE DEFEATED SIR LION PLATEFACE

Cakes…are also my enemy…

Yeeeeah kinda saw that one coming

Susie I get the feeling you’re not going to enjoy being a bad guy either

Dang son I have no clue what’s going on anymore WE JUST HAD SOME SALSA IN A TREE STUMP

This jack’s got my number

That sure is a three-eyed three-headed cat thingamajig

Awww I like Clover

“All proceeds go to kicking your ass” CAN I USE THIS LINE IN REAL LIFE PLEASE

Hot damn we just squeaky hammered our broken cake into ULTIMATE CAKE

Why does a sweet little boy have a mustache indeed.

Create a machine to thrash your own ass, nice

It’s my beautiful death laser duck! Tops in GUN’S

Man Susie and Lancer are just having the time of their lives here

Finally, respect for pinecone-eaters!

Awww Susie, are you actually starting to worry about someone who respects your eating of chalk and pinecones

Oh thank goodness, got through that maze thing

Yes, finally, it’s our DUCK TANK LASER

Why does it say Tuna on it

“Your design sucked so we blew it up” This is like that one Berlin tour guide I had

GANGED UP ON THEM WITH KINDNESS, HA

Whelp, back to telling enemies that Susie will kick them in the shins I guess!

YES LANCER JOIN THE SHIT SQUAD

OMFG THAT FAAAAACE WHAT IS THAT FACE

Hey we’ve got a full Final Fantasy team now! Neat

STOOL FORME

I like how Lancer just sliiiiiides around outside the party instead of walking with

Hmmm well that friendship feeling didn’t last long

You done got locked in the dungeon

Yup sure did eat that jail moss two minutes in

HUH, we’re controlling Susie now

In which choices do not matter…

SUSIE’S FOKKIN PISSED

And we can’t control her actions…but why controlling the human soul?

A pair of eyes got arrested?! What IS the world coming to?!!

Oh dear, we found a bunch of kings in baby jail

Why are these filthy cages so happy-looking

Awwww Susie joined the party for realizes!

So, this about final boss point for this business?

Why are you guys just sitting on a pile of loot

And just who is this sassy lost child?

BAAHAHAHAAA

HECK YEAH WE GET TO FLIRT AGAIN

I am now BED INSPECTOR yes

Hello again fancy blue boy

“Can…can we see it” / “No.”

This sure is a jammin party with CLUB MUSIC OH HO HO HO

Awww he put his bicycle to bed

‘Welcome to my shop, you ungrateful worms” HELL YEAH

I do not wisheth to hear your MP3s! I would rather listen to the sweet song of Death!

Prepare for a battle with…WHATEVER THIS IS!!!!

JUST FUGGIN CHUCK RALSEI AT SIR LION PLATEFACE, I LIKE IT

Six dollars, for all of that?! Geez

WHELP this looks like final boss time…

Hiiiii there Lancer

Oh dang is gettin serious now

Oh woooow that’s…someone’s fetish right there

HOKAY that was tricky but! Having the defense abilities certainly helped with pacifism through that…

Despite ending this peacefully, I don’t think this scene is gonna end on a happy note…

W H E L P

DAYUM that face from Susie!!

Awwww poor Ralsei

We only have BAD-byes WUAH WUAH WUAAAH

DAWWW lil’ Asriel-lookin dude with glasses (and YES I see that anagram there)

LMAO Susie’s face

EPIC ROCK MUSIIIIIC

Also I’ve really been enjoying the color effects

Awww look at this epic adventure you two had in the closet

So basically we went to Monster Narnia, neat

Awww Susie likes Monster Narnia

Oh no we worried Toriel! THE WORST

LIBRARBY

YOU STUDY THOSE HOT DEMON COMICS FOR COLLEGE, TEMMIE

Hiiii Toby you busy makin’ something!

ALPHYS NO, YOU BETRAY MEW MEW KISSY CUTIE

OFFICE UNDYNE, DOn’T ARREST ME

I like reindeer girl’s rowdy hospitalized dad

PARTY ANIMAL TORIEL CONFIRMED

I like how there’s just a poster on the wall in this room that reads PAIN

The police tape simply reads NGGAAAAAHHHHH!

Good grief there’s SO MUCH STUFF TO EXPLORE HERE BUT I HAVE TO KEEP GOING

Snowdrakes don’t have arms, oh no!!!

“Does it hurt to be made of blood??” ….Yes. Yes it does.

HIIIIIIIII SANS

Woah woah woah WOAH WOAH SANS

Everyone is here! Even Ice Wolf!

Yes I’ll take a Double Ice Pizza you weirdos

OH MY GOOOOOOOOOD IT’S BURGERPANTS

10 OUT OF 10 GAME NOW

HIS FACES!!!! “C H I C K S”

That was brilliant, Burgerpants, thank you for existing

Catty!!! Hey where’s Bratty!

Noooo you gotta be besties with Bratty!

Brother Doug…?

Oh no, Mettaton, come out and talk to us!

ASGORE, HELLO

OMG Asgore hugs

Soul flowers….???

Awwww got some flowers for Toriel

THE GAY GUARDS IN THEIR GAY FLANNEL, YAY

It’s so late but I can’t stop until I’ve talked to LITERALLY EVERYONE

Thaaaat’s politics! …Rarely.

Comes to church for the fruit juice, sounds about right

DOG GRAVE, NO

Let’s go into the woods…what could go wrong…

Why can’t I get into the creepy shed…

Well, I think I got everything, so let’s go home now…

ASRIEL MAINS YOSHI IN SMASH CONFIRMED

Awwww Toriel is not big on Asgore’s bouquet!

OKAY decided to go to sleep here.

…Well that didn’t work out great

UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

UUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

WHAT??????????

WHAT????????????

WHAT?????????

HAHA I HAVE NO CLUE WHAT THE FUK HAPPENED IN ALL OF THIS BUT UH. WHEN’S CHAPTER TWO??

THAT SURE WAS A HELL OF A THING

No really Toby please WHAAAAAAATTT

OKAY I HOPE I DIDN’T MISS ANYTHING IMPORTANT BYYYYEEEE

[wildsecuritywolf]

Let’s Meme Along w/Sebastian

Tagged by: @tkoexperimentations

Sebastian: “.....Really?”

[Yes really]

1. What is your name?

Sebastian: “Mi nombre es Sebastian Alejandro Wolf, darling, hmm, hmm..”

2. Do you know why you’re named that?

Sebastian: “My parents wanted their son to have a proud first name and a middle name related to my dad’s old man and...that’s it. What? I don’t feel like going into details so deal with what cha got out of it.”

3. Are you single or taken?

Sebastian: “Right now I’m single...but I do plan to get that cute chubby bunny that I love at work..I want to date him so badly, hmm, hmm~”

[This is referring to the canon FNAF AU of mine. Not gonna add in other shippings that are non canon.]

4. Have any abilities or powers?

Sebastian: “Uh no I don’t..”

5. Stop being a Mary Sue.

Sebastian: “Bitch I ain’t no Mary Sue! I’m a man, mother fucker!!”

6. What’s your eye color?

Sebastian: “Both are gold..wanna gaze into my eyes and see? Hmm, hmm~”

7. How about your hair color?

Sebastian: “A luxurious black, darling, hmm, hmm..”

8. Have any family members?

Sebastian: “.........My mom and dad are dead..and I’m glad those assholes are out of my life. I truly hope they’re burning in the fucking deepest pits of hell. They were worthless parents and always will be. ...Though..I do have an uncle. He’s my mom’s big brother...and he wanted to take me away from my parents, since he knew how neglectful they were towards me...said that he and his boyfriend would gladly help raise me. ...Too bad that didn’t happen..but at least now that I got my own place..he and his now pronounced husband come visit me on the weekends...so..at least that’s comforting for me..”

9. Oh? How about pets?

Sebastian: “I own a black and white Husky! He goes by Balto, and boy do I love my big tough man, hmm, hmm~”

10. That’s cool, I guess. Now tell me something you don’t like?

Sebastian: “Where do I begin? First of all, I fucking hate eating veggies and Nico is trying to get me to eat them..ugh. Second, I despise the rich assholes with a fiery passion. Third, if some ugly ass chick tries to make a move on my cute chubby boy they’re gonna end up in a grave I’ve made for her, hmph. And last but not least, I FUCKING HATE spiders!”

11. Do you have any activities/hobbies that you like to do?

Sebastian: “I do like to play basketball every now and then, hmm, hmm..”

12. Have you ever hurt anyone in any way before?

Sebastian: “If a chick or a man wants to be a lil’ badass and try to throw a hit on me then I’m definitely gonna knock a bitch out.”

13. Ever… killed anyone before?

Sebastian: “I killed one of my childhood friends by slitting his throat open with a rusty knife. ...What? My so called best friends didn’t like the fact that I was gay and wanted to beat the shit out of me..so I had to make one of them pay for hurting me...and psychologically fuck up the other two by burying the lil’ prick and threaten their lives if they so much as squeal. Cruel ya say? Hey..as a fifteen going on sixteen I’m not the type ya wanna fuck around with, and when I say that I will end your life I fucking stand by it.”

14. What kind of animal are you?

Sebastian: “A big, fluffy wolf of course, hmm, hmm~”

15. Name your worst habits

Sebastian: “Spitting on the payment on my way to the pizzeria and burping when I’m on duty.”

16. Do you look up to anyone?

Sebastian: “...Nicholas...somehow...he was the first guy that actually wanted to help me...felt genuinely sorry for me...he’s like a real father figure to me..and I truly adore him so much....”

[Still relating to the canon FNAF AU of mine]

17. Are you gay, straight or bisexual?

Sebastian: “I’m 100% gay, darling, hmm, hmm..”

18. Do you go to school?

Sebastian: “I stopped going to school when I dropped out of middle school when I was fifteen after my parents were killed...and then I started learning things on the streets or as some would call, School of Hard Knocks, hmm, hmm..though..when I turned eighteen, my uncle and his boyfriend found me and put me into a school where I repeat the eighth grade and then work my way up to the twelfth grade..and I managed to pass them all..”

19. Ever want to marry and have kids one day?

Sebastian: “I want to marry Nicholas..he’s the man of my dreams..as for kids...the only kids I’ll gladly have is my darling Balto..he’s my fur baby.”

[Canon FNAF AU related]

20. Do you have any fangirls/fanboys?

Sebastian: “I do have some fan girls..which that is quite surprising, hmm, hmm..”

21. What are you most afraid of?

Sebastian: “.....Being alone....”

22. What do you usually wear?

Sebastian: “I prefer to wear black stuff since I look bitching in them..I like wearing my favorite black tank top..black camouflage pants..black combat boots...dog tags, black leathered gloves and a black collar.”

23. What’s the one food that tempts you?

Sebastian: “...A meatball sub”

24. Am I annoying to you?

Sebastian: “What the fuck do you think, perra?”

25. Well, it’s still not over!

Sebastian: “Vai a farti fottere...” [Translation: “Go fuck yourself”]

26. What class are you (low/middle/high)?

Sebastian: “I’m middle class..why the fuck do ya wanna know that??”

27. How many friends do you have?

Sebastian: “Three at the moment, one being PG, who I call lil’ purple, hmm, hmm. And the others are Satan, who is currently living with me and Techy.”

28. What are your thoughts on pie?

Sebastian: “I don’t mind eating Shepard’s pie and the only dessert pie I’ll eat is lime key pie..”

29. Favorite drink?

Sebastian: “White Russian, bitch!”

30. What’s your favorite place?

Sebastian: “...Rome, Italy. Only went there one time during a family vacation and my parents reluctantly invited my uncle and his boyfriend to spend the whole month there with us.”

31. Are you interested in anyone?

Sebastian: “Nicholas! I want to be his boyfriend so badly!!”

[Again, canon FNAF AU related]

32. That was a stupid question…

Sebastian: “Then why the fuck do you ask me that, shit for brains? Hmm?”

33. Would you rather swim in a lake or the ocean?

Sebastian: “Lake of course..”

34. What’s your type?

Sebastian: “In what? In a man? I love my men to be cute, sexy looking and isn’t afraid of getting freaky in bed, hmm, hmm~”

35. Any fetishes?

Sebastian: “Blood and Knife play, hmm, hmm~”

36. Camping or outdoors?

Sebastian: “I don’t mind camping...unless someone forgets to bring stuff for s’mores then fuck them. I ain’t going camping..”

Tagging: @darkness-with-humanity, @s-adistic-scars, @forcedfromgrace, @chocokittycat

[shoot-me-with-a-crayon]

for the number ask one, 1-50

ooh, anon. you are one curious piece of shit.

1. I have one, but it’s pretty stupid and I've only had it like idk 3 or 4 times? But basically its set in a setting that kinda reminds me of the city on Tatooine in star wars. and me and my bro(in the dream we always look how we looked when we were like 6-7 lmao), and we’re just running around apparently being chased by a t-rex? I'm not sure bc i could never turn around to look but my bro seemed adamant about it being a t-rex,  we run into a building and it has this weird fucker who idk how to describe(I just looked it up and the weird thing in my dream kinda looked like Watto from star wars, aka this fucker:

) anyways we go into a building with this fucker in it and he’s just like “Hey stay here and you’ll be safe ;)” and me and my bro are just like “OK WE TRUST U” and then he proceeds to try and feed us to some fuckin raptor or something and then me and my bro run away. And then we continue to run and run through his building being snapped at by raptor lookin fuckers when we run through. Then at some point we see our mom, and we run towards her but we can never reach her. The dream just ends when we’re like 5 feet away from her. ??? the first time i had this dream i was fuckin 6 or 7 and i fell asleep in my bed and woke up sitting at the counter in our kitchen at the time and in one of those tall stools, with a glass of water in front of me, the kitchen light was on , and i was alone??? How did i get there?? How did i get the milk?? How did I turn on the light?? Who knows.

2. Apples or bananas.

3. Definitely Sweet

4. This sounds stupid, but I'm only moderately spooked of the dark tbh(and that's why i have two nightlights in my room ;D)

5. Uh according to google a pickle is both a fruit and vegetable, but ima just say my least favorite vegetable is a pickle.

6. Uuuhhhhhhh probably Pop Art(i had to look up art movements for this shit)

7. Yes, i do drink milk.

8. I’m assuming I'm not allowed to include fanfics so lemme go grab the last book i read(which i read 2 months ago.. whoops) fuck the last book i read was The Twisted Ones,,, “ ”That’s not Charlie.” ”

9. Depends

10. Hm.. I’d have to say probably learning that my mom’s dad, GPa(aka what we call him) died four days after i was born..

11. Honestly, my Dad. and honestly, as sad as this sounds, he probably affected me in the worst way possible.

12. Oohhhh, I actually thought about this last night lmao. For dogs, probably either a Husky, a Black Lab, or an Australian Shephard. And for cats, probably a Siamese, a Turkish Angora, or a Japanese Bobtail. :)

13. Awwww!! Ok ok ok, so 5-Yertle, 4-Turt, 3-Turtie, 2- dudeski/rainbow(my girlfriend has a turtle and she named him rainbow, but she renamed him to be dudeski now, and honestly i just love those names), 1-Crush.

14. Probably an art teacher tbh.

15. Dakota and Frank. I just really hate those names and all the people I've met with those names suck so far. And i just slightly dislike anybody with the names Andrew and Katherine, idk why tho lmao.

16. Either F or Y

17. Piano, ukulele, and anything percussion related lmao.

18. Maggie(

19. A spoopy ghost >:D

20. Of the three I've only ever had fish, but id fuckin LOVE to have a snake :0

21. Both.

22. Atm i really like Forget Me Nots :)

23. Neither.

24. Uh not really lmao

25. Uhm kinda.

26. There's been a lot dude

27. I collect gemstones and pins :)

28. 4.

29. I once slept all day and woke up at around 11:40 PM :)

30. In my room alone(and not including the stickers on my walls, uhh 6(technically 7)

31. Never. I still do. ;)

32. Skittles, Starbursts, and Airheads.

33. Either pie or brownies.

34. Yeah, i haven't really used it tho.. But it’s a Canon EOS Rebel Gii i think? Whatever it’s this thing:

35. Ye, currently I have a necklace w/ a golden Freddy dog tag on it one of my brothers bought me, i have a hair tie on my left wrist(i count it as jewelry >:|), a cute lil bracelet on my right arm, and a cute lil silver ring on my left ring finger(it refuses to fit on any other finger, even on my right hand. It fuckin refuses and idk why lmao)

36. Sunset

37. With headphones

38. Well my fav show rn(since im still a kid lmao) is definitely Queer Eye

39. I have two fav spots. The first is in my room, and it’s at the head of my “bed”(im sleeping on a mattress on the floor until we can afford to get me an actual bed lol), where my desk is and i sit on the floor with my feet under the desk while I lean back into my pillows. The other spot is on our couch in the living room, on one end of the couch there isn't a back or an arm rest, and almost right next to it is a window with a fan in it that we always keep on(sitting there is especially comfy bc it’s been sat on so much there's a giant soft indent there and the fan blows in cool air and it’s just great.)

40. cold(only bc when i’m cold i have an excuse to wear my hoodie and wrap my blanket around myself lol)

41. I… i dont have any good jokes :(

42. Well it’s not the weirdest thing but once i saw two boys naruto running past me while at school.

43. CD.

44. My girlfriend and my friend Antonio :(

45. Japan and my shitty fuckin household ;D.

46. We had one who would sub for almost every fuckin class i think. And she had a kid who went to the middle school i was going to at the time(she was in my grade and was really nice tbh), but she really sucked? Liked she would sub for our choir class and basically ignore us the entire time, and she subbed for my science class for an entire quarter of the school year last year, and she basically fucked up our entire routine in hat class and when our teacher came back we couldn't even fix our shit while the actual fuckin teacher was back. Jfc, i just don't like that sub tbh,,

47. Not really

48. Idk, but i believe in ghosts so uh,

49. I’ll describe BOTH! >:D ok so first, family.

My oldest bro, he’s 20 and borderline autistic, we get in fights a lot but he can actually be real nice(never tell him i said that tho).

My second oldest bro, hes 18(turning 19 in 14 days), really nice and fuckin hilarious, and probably my fav of my brothers, also he works at McDonalds :).

My third oldest bro, he’s 15(turning 16 in 5 days :0) kinda mean, ok no really mean, and very bratty, very annoying, and very dramatic, he is good at writing tho.

My dad(ew), he’s in his 50s, a huge dick, deserves nothing but sadness(in my opinion), yells a lot, just an overall asshole.

My mom(yay), in her 40s, really nice :D, really funny!, a huge dork, deserves nothing but love and happiness, she’s basically our best friend while also bein a strict and good mom

Now my pETS!! :DDDD.

Pepper, a very fluffy black and white adult kitty boye, can be v angry, but also can be v nice, you never know which he is until you pet him.

Dirty, a gray and white adult kitty boye, very nice and deserves all the pets and cuddles.

Smokie, gray kitten boye, very sneaky, very annoying, i hardly ever see him nowadays :(.

Mama, a black(with a lil bit of white) adult kitty, not an actual mom, just really fat and has worms, easily spooked(it’s sad lmao), loves to be pet but also loves to bite u when u pet her.

Runner,(my fav) a black adult kitty who’s really sweet and deserves the fuckin universe, he learned to run before he learned to walk, v nice and sweet

Anyways

50. HAHAHAHAH. No.

OK IM DONE! This took too long lmao whoops

[blame-canada]

At The Start - Creek

Craig and Tweek are young, in love, and not at all prepared for the rest of their lives. The first Walmart trip that inevitably comes on move-in day is only the start.

This was a fic that was originally (somewhat) requested by my dear friend @creekfucker, to whom I apologize for taking so long to finish this! I hope you still like it, months later. The working title for this fic was ‘hi im tweek tweak and he's craig tucker and welcome to jackass’- just a fun fact. Enjoy!

“Okay, you got the list?” Tweek bit at his thumb, pausing a moment to let the automatic doors sense his weight and part for him to enter.

Craig didn’t look away from his phone, but he tilted it up to gesture with it. “Got the list.” He clicked out of the random email he was clearing from his inbox and switched over to the note he and Tweek had carefully written out a few hours before. A rush of air conditioning assaulted his face, and when he looked up he caught an eyeful of fluorescent, painfully unnatural lights.

They’d forgotten more than a couple essentials before they moved into their new apartment.

In their defense, neither of them had done it before. The closest Craig had ever gotten was a dorm room in college, and Tweek had only ever commuted to school. ‘New’ was a very nice way to put it too- it was, in all honesty, a sad excuse for a home, but their budget was low enough that they couldn’t quite afford to be picky. At least this one didn’t have water stains all over the ceiling or a busted up window, and Tweek didn’t feel like the protagonist of a horror movie when he walked through the neighborhood to test the waters.

Who even thought of a shower curtain when they moved out? Nobody, Craig was convinced.

He scrolled through the list quickly, scanning for which sections of the store they had to visit (most of them) before he clicked his phone off and smiled, shaking his head to himself. “It’s a shame,” he said, an open invitation, and Tweek took the bait, looking over his shoulder at him while he dislodged a shopping cart from the messy chain shoved up against the wall.

“Uh, w-what is?”

Craig’s smirk grew even wider, and he said, “That you thought this was going to be a productive shopping trip.”

With that, he hip-checked Tweek away from the cart, hijacked control of the rickety contraption, and surged forward with his hands firmly planted at the ends of the handlebar. Tweek made a strangled noise of distress but Craig had already started to pick up speed, letting his strides match the growing momentum of the cart as it barreled forward into the throes of the store.

“Craig you god dam—Craig, w-what the fu—what are you doing?” Tweek asked, stumbling around swear words so clumsily he may as well have shouted them anyway. He had to hop a little faster than Craig to keep up, and his face was turning cherry red from a combination of nerves, embarrassment, and sudden physical strain.

Craig tried his hardest to keep his straightest face when he replied, “Shopping.”

“You-! You asshole,” Tweek hissed, reaching to grab him by the arm and hook himself onto it, dragging alongside him to get the cart to slow down. “Quit it!”

“Okay,” Craig said with a shrug, and he dramatically lifted both hands from the cart to let it fly forward unmanned. Tweek gasped and jumped ahead to grab it before it careened right into a kiosk full of cheap jewelry nobody ever bought.

Tweek paused, his back to Craig, and for one fleeting moment Craig felt rather certain he was going to die. Tweek looked over his shoulder, and scathed, “Behave.”

“Nah,” Craig replied, and he pointed northwest. “The shower curtains are probably down here.” Tweek grumbled irritated nonsense to himself, but Craig saw the smile he was desperately trying to hide. That meant he wasn’t completely in the dog house yet, which boded well.

Walking through the store with Tweek had a strange feeling attached to it that he couldn’t quite define. They’d gone on trips before, of course, to grab snacks or run an errand for their parents here and there, but it felt different with a brand new key resting in his right pocket. It was a key to a place where Tweek would be beside him every day, and the thought made him so anxious and so excited that the only way that made sense to release that energy at the time was to annoy the fuck out of his boyfriend at Walmart.

“Clear or white?” Tweek asked, effectively slamming the brakes on his daydreaming, and he looked over to see him holding up two nearly identical packages.

“I mean, I don’t mind a show, but if we ever have guests I dunno how they’ll feel about the clear.” Tweek turned red and Craig internally pat himself on the back while he shrugged. Nice.

“This is the liner, Craig, not the actual curtain. No one’s gonna see this part!”

“Oh,” he said. “Who cares, then..?”

Tweek rolled his eyes and tossed the clear one into their cart, replacing the other on its hook. “You’re killing me,” he moaned, stomping his feet a little in a tantrum.

“You love it,” Craig replied, and when Tweek huffed, he accepted it as a victory.

“Can we do food next?” Tweek asked, and when he shrugged in agreement, he smiled and took hold of the end of the cart, steering it toward the food aisles. Sometimes, watching Tweek do nothing at all made Craig feel a certain kind of weird. It was the kind of feeling that made him smile involuntarily, and his hand itch with the desire to take his. He guessed it was love, probably, but like, a lot more of it all at once. It was kind of great. Watching Tweek pull the cart, his back to him, his hair swirled more erratically than most days, Craig felt an awful lot of that feeling. Maybe one day, after living together for a little while, he’d feel more comfortable talking about and expressing it. For now, though, it came out in bouts of ruthless teasing.

“Hey Craig,” Tweek snorted, giggling quietly, “Craig, h-hey—”

“What?”

“Do you think I’d fit in this?” His finger trembled from contained laughter as it pointed to the bottom shelf of a display of what appeared to be dog beds.

“Hmm”—he clicked his tongue—“not without difficulty. You’ll have to take into account the height of the shelf.”

Tweek raised his fist to his mouth, rubbing his knuckles under his nose while he thought. “Yeah, but also the bed will get smaller when I lay on it, assuming it’s as fluffy as it looks. Bet you two thingies of ice cream I can make it work.”

Craig raised his brows, the wager proving steep, but he was feeling confident that it would at least be endlessly amusing to watch him try to shove himself into a shelf. “Deal.”

Tweek rubbed his hands together and paused to let out a few more cackles. Craig looked around quickly, suddenly very aware of where they were because it was different when he was misbehaving. “Come on, go,” he urged, and Tweek rolled his eyes.

“Don’t be so nervous, I’ve seen worse. Actually, remember that video where those guys made like, a-a whole apartment in the toilet paper aisle or something? Man, I’ve always wanted to do that—”

Craig raised his hand, cutting him off. “While your enthusiasm is admirable, we do still have shit to do at the apartment. We resolve the bet, and then we get groceries.”

Tweek whined at him and scowled. “You got to be a little shit earlier,” he grumbled, and he got on his knees to crawl into the shelf. He pressed down on the bed, testing its resistance, and when it gave way easily and created a lot more space between the bed and the next shelf, he looked back at Craig with his eyebrows raised and a shit-eating grin. “I’m making you buy flavors you don’t like,” he said, snickering, and Craig crossed his arms.

“Just do it, Jesus Christ,” he muttered, now nervous about his chances of winning, and Tweek shrugged his shoulders and got into a crawling position.

“Should I like, match the shape and then try to slide in? Tetris it? I think that might work.”

“We’re in a bet. I’m not helping.”

“What if I get s-stuck!”

“Then you lose the bet and I leave here with two extra thingies of ice cream.” Tweek made an ugly snarling sound of irritation, and Craig did his best to contain laughter, though his shoulders still shook a few times. Tweek aligned himself with the bed, put both his left limbs out, and started pushing himself inside.

“I’m gonna do it. Dude, this is the easiest bet I’ve ever won,” Tweek said, and he wiggled around on his stomach to get himself deeper into the shelf and onto the dog bed. His head disappeared, then his shoulder, then his arm, and it wasn’t until he was completely hidden from view that he said, “Yes!” and cheered through the muffling caused by the fluff.

Craig took a moment to stare, note how well Tweek was hiding in the fluffy dog bed abyss, and check their list before he cleared his throat and announced, just loud enough for Tweek’s compromised ears to hear, “Goodbye, Tweek.”

He heard a distorted voice shriek, “What?!” The dog beds started to move and Craig ran around the end of the cart to grab the handle and dash away, looking over his shoulder and watching Tweek’s limbs thrash out from the shelf like some sort of eldritch horror beast. Craig stopped at the end of the aisle just so he could watch him struggle, no longer attempting to hold in his laughter, and Tweek’s flailing limbs slowly eased out of the shelf. He could only guess what sort of expletives he was spewing as he fought to escape from his own prison. As soon as his head was free, he yelled, “Craig!” and Craig ducked around the corner of the aisle, a rush of silly fear striking his chest like a cheap thrill. When he straightened his cart a mom with a drooling baby in the front basket glared at him, and he gave his best mild-mannered smile. Then his boyfriend whipped around the corner.

He was breathing unusually heavily, his hair staticky and reaching impressively well for the ceiling, and his clothes wildly askew. “What the fuck, Craig,” he said, and when the mother shot him an even nastier glare, he rolled his eyes, and said, “Calm down, it’s too young to understand human speech anyway.” She let out a disturbed gasp and hurried away from the aisle, clearly angry. Craig felt very in love with him after that. As soon as she was far enough away and the aisle was empty, Tweek punched Craig’s arm. “You left me there to fend for myself. I coulda been stuck!”

“Yeah, but you weren’t.” Craig bit back the grin he was desperately trying to contain, but it wasn’t working, and he finally just let himself chuckle as he brushed Tweek’s hair down and straightened his shirt.

Tweek swatted at his invasive arms. “You don’t have to groom me, Jesus Christ,” but he smiled anyway, and he didn’t object when Craig slipped a hand down to clasp his at their sides.

“What flavors do you want? I’m a man of my word,” Craig said, and Tweek thought about it, scratching at his chin while he held some thrilling debate in his mind.

“Wanna just get the usual?” he suggested, his smile earnest.

“Didn’t you want to get flavors I don’t like?”

“You like pretty much anything,” Tweek admitted, “a-and I’m feeling particularly generous.”

“Well then.” Craig released his hold on the shopping cart and Tweek’s hand to clap his hands together, and said, “One Cherry Garcia and one Coffee Toffee Bar Crunch it is.”

With the promise of ice cream to load into their new and empty freezer, they rolled to the grocery section of the store with enthusiasm and excitement buzzing on their nerves, because they were finally moving in together, and life was good. After a few more chases down aisles and giggle fits to earn the glares of several old people, they paid an unfortunately steep price at the register, and Craig’s stomach did flips while he thought about the simple but beautiful fact that he was driving home. Their hands met above the center console of his car. Craig twisted the steering wheel left, comforted that in time such a motion would become wonderfully second-nature.

Craig took pictures of Tweek turning the apartment key, and they ate pints of ice cream on their bare kitchen floor.

[crystaldragoncynzi]

Of Ribbons and Needles

Day 3: Touch/Affection Deprived

“Jack! Over here!”

The albino grinned and jogged over to where the brunet was waiting. “Hey there! I thought I wouldn't find you for a moment!”

“I didn't think I'd be that hard to find,” Hiccup teased. He gestured toward the Carousel Cafe, appropriately attached to the park’s carousel. “After you, then!”

“Why thank you, good sir~” Jack teased as he led Hiccup inside. The cafe was simple, with a few extra goodies along with the usual hot dogs, burgers, and fries. They actually offered sandwiches since the owners also had their own farm. It was a nice casual place for a first date. “I'm surprised you could take a break from your studies to go on a date.”

Hiccup pouted. “I'm not that bad! Besides, I'm almost done. I only have this year left.”

“Wait, aren't you only in your 20s?”

“I'm actually 25. I sort of took a bunch of classes in high school that counted in college too, so I got a head start.”

“I don't feel so bad now, being 24!”

“Jack, you're a top designer making wedding dresses that cost thousands of dollars! That's a huge accomplishment!”

“Well, when you put it that way…” Jack’s cheeks heated up and he pulled his glasses off to clean them, biting his lip even as he smiled. “I think making connections with Tim Gunn helped.”

Hiccup’s brows almost flew off his head. “Okay, how did you manage that?”

Jack grinned. “I won a meeting in fashion school to meet him. He was a judge for our own little Project Runway--the program dean is his friend--and he picked me because I was the only designer who used a plus-sized model.”

“That's impressive.”

“I always agreed with him that designers are far too narrow-minded, pun unintended. Women aren't stick thin, so I went to the best model I could think of--my mom.” Jack was practically beaming at the memory. “She's beautiful, but her figure is like in between a pear and an hourglass so she's always struggled with finding clothes. I wanted to design a dress that was flattering and gorgeous, and Tim loved it! So he actually, heh, friended me on LinkedIn, and gave my name to Lunar Designs’ founder.”

Hiccup let a low whistle ring out. “Amazing! No wonder you’re so popular, though really, your work just shows how much you earned and deserve it.”

“Awww, now you’re just buttering me up for a discount~” Jack teased with a nudge. He laughed at Hiccup’s pout, “I’m kidding! Besides, you already get a discount since it’s part of a group. I’m surprised you can afford the dress with your loans--shit, I’m sorry!” He covered his mouth with his hand, looking horrified.

Hiccup on the other hand burst into laughter. “That’s fine, really! I can afford it because while I’m getting my doctorate, I’m in a program that so long as I help teach a couple of classes, my tuition is funded by the school! Plus a stipend, and I also do some side work. S’no big deal, really. I’m guessing you were concerned?” he asked kindly.

Jack nodded sheepishly. “Doctorates are ridiculously expensive, and if you’re on your last year then you have to be busy like crazy. I was surprised you even had time to come for your fittings, let alone a date.”

The brunet tugged at his scarf and fiddled with the fronds while looking away, the late October sunlight filtering in and highlighting the red tones in his hair. “Heh, well...I really wanted to see you again.”

Those words only sent the other into blushing glee, and he quickly looked away as well while rubbing the back of his head. “W-w-well, I’m glad! Because I wanted to see you too! Uh, we should order! You know, so we could eat!”

“Y-yeah! Good idea!”

The wait to get their food was awkward after that, the two speaking only when they had to order. But after a minute or so Jack thought the silence was going to strangle him. “Um! So, you said...you had a cat?”

Hiccup lit up at the topic and latched onto it like a dog with a bone. “Yeah! That stray that I mentioned earlier, actually! After I woke up in the hospital I found him in bed with me. He was a small little scrap of a thing, missing a couple of teeth and part of his tail had been amputated because of burns. I named him Toothless, and he became a therapy animal. I used to have nightmares about fire all the time.”

Jack nodded in understanding. “I get that. When I was younger I fell through thin ice getting my sister off of it. Almost drowned. Took me months to even step into a kiddie pool again, let alone a big pool. So Mom surprised me and Emma with a husky puppy. Her name is Snowflake~”

“Oh my gods, that is the cutest name ever. Do you have pictures?”

“Do I!?”

The rest of their lunch was spent showing each other videos and pictures of their respective pets. Snowflake, who was not in fact a Siberian husky but rather a Labrador husky, was a beautiful gray and white with sparkling bright blue eyes. Toothless, on the other hand, was a blue-black cat with deep green eyes and a fluffy half-tail. Since both animals had shown to get along well with a variety of other animals (Jack laughed so hard he almost fell off his chair when he watched Toothless being teased by Astrid’s cockatiel Stormfly), they both agreed on a play date for their pets.

After finishing off their food they headed toward the carousel, and Jack gave Hiccup a sly grin. “You know…”

“I know what?”

“Didn’t you say something about Toothless being a mini dragon?”

“Yeah?”

“And there’s a dragon on the carousel~”

“Oh no!” Hiccup laughed and quickly looped an arm around Jack’s waist, pulling him against him and thus away from the tantalizing ride. “I have a better idea first!”

Jack flushed in surprised but chuckled, almost hesitantly wrapping his own arm around Hiccup’s waist. “Oh?” Their closeness was almost intoxicating, and he was glad that Hiccup didn’t pull away. “Can you give me a hint?”

“Caw, caw.”

Well, that was cryptic as hell. It wasn’t until they reached the nearby docks that Jack figured it out. “Swan boats?”

Hiccup grinned brightly. “Do you like it?”

“So long as I’m not being attacked by real swans, yeah!” Jack replied laughing. They stayed close even as they climbed into their own paddle boat after paying, sides pressed against each other. It took them both time to figure out how to leave the dock, and one near capsizing, but they soon got the hang of how they worked.

The silence was companionable, and after a bit Hiccup laced his hand with Jack’s. “I’m having a great time tonight,” he said. A shy smile quirked his lips while the sun set behind him, leaving Jack’s heart beating in staccato.

There was a pause before he cleared his throat. “Y-yeah! I’m-I’m having a nice time too. Like, it’s been awesome.” He laughed a bit while running a hand through his hair. “It’s been nice to get out of my shop. I have so many orders, I needed a break.”

“Heheh, yeah, same with my thesis. So...thanks. For coming out with me.”

“Thank you for such a fun time.”

Jack twisted and turned in bed, unable to get comfortable. Snowflake lifted her head with a questioning tilt of her head. “Sorry, girl, it’s nothing.” He moved so that he could spoon the husky, petting her while she fell back asleep. He could still feel the warmth of Hiccup’s side against his, the comforting weight of their joined hands, the sweet pressure of a tentative kiss against his cheek. He wanted more, he wanted to drown in how right it felt to be so touchy with each other.

He hid his face in thick soft fur. “Ah fuck, I’ve fallen for him…”

Sorry this is so late! I had a hard time finishing this up, due to a bit of trouble with figuring out where this was going aaaand also wrist pain. It’s getting better though! I’m determined to finish this week even if I’m a little late!

[incorrectexoquotes]

Hi I'm new to exo and there's so many members (not that I'm complaining) I was wondering if u can tell me about the personalities and distinct features to help me remember their names??? Thx~ Also I understand their used to be 12 members and if u can include the ex-members that would the dope~

IM LATE BUT BUCKLE UP BABE WE’RE IN FOR A RIDE THIS IS LONG

sehun: he is the baby of the group a very tall very handsome baby, noodly limbs but like….graceful noodle because he’s a great dancer so he’s like those dancing noodles in front of gas stations, he makes fun of everyone and probably roasts all of exo daily but he’s a big baby so he loves his boys a lot and probably cries while watching lilo and stitch because ohana means family and family means nobody gets left behind or forgotten, he has terrible selfie skills and has a thing for white girls (nothing wrong with liking white girls but he liked a kylie jenner thing once ??? i guess god doesn’t give with two hands?) , sometimes he looks mean as hell but remember he is just a big baby please handle with care

kai: his real name is jongin, he has beautiful tan skin and he is living proof that god really DOES give with two hands because he is both beautiful and also sweet as hell and also handsome and sarcastic funny??, during interviews he’s always staring intently at the person talking because he doesn’t want to miss a single word like what kind of Angel™?, his only flaw is that he doesn’t like wearing socks and he’d probably fall asleep in ur lap whenever possible at the most inopportune moments, he dances Great and the way he moves his body??? boy was born for the stage he draws your eyes immediately during performances, he has fluffy lips and fluffy hair and the deadliest Gaze when he looks straight into the camera, obsessed with dogs he has like 3 and he’d steal sehun’s dog vivi if he could lets be real maybe he’s just a bunch of dogs operating a human suit in order to take over the world? plausible theory, one time he had to be locked in a room by the staff so he’d stay and finish his vlive broadcast, all he does is laugh that cute dorky laugh (search it up because i’m literally sitting here typing this and hearing his laugh in my head it’s so distinct and memorable wow), he’s probably a goddamn hipster and into slam poetry…love it

D.O.: aka kyungsoo, literally good at EVERYTHING he does, dancing??? YES!!! singing??? a LEGEND! acting???? A KING OF KINGS WHERE THE OSCAR AT??!!!!, pretends he hates exo but he actually runs fyexo on the side, probably has his calendar filled out with the release dates of all of the other member’s solo stuff so he can listen/watch right away and then pretend like he didn’t because he cares more than anyone but he’s not about to show it, has pretty heart-shaped lips and big eyes and never dyes his hair a different color anymore it’s always black, recently got a terrible haircut that tested my love but then he showed his forehead and the world was good again, born january 12 1993 which is also the day zayn malik was born and i wholeheartedly believe there is a Reason for this, has the softest smoothest chocolaty velvet voice on earth and i could listen to him say baby girl and senorita for the rest of my life, BIG SMILE, people talk about satansoo and maybe he’s evil because he’s a capricorn and short as hell (therefore full of lots of inner anger) but i truly believe he’s just a small bean with a big smile and a bigger heart who’s kinda into platonic bdsm

chanyeol: oh boy where do we start, main rapper, a meme, got big ass eyes, a very tall baby but in the sense that he’s like 85% legs 20% ears and 50% In His Feelings At All Times, cries about everything, he’s allergic to dogs and cats but he Endures the pain just so he can hold his family dog like………that’s cute, he’s noodly and not even a graceful noodle just 85% noodle legs hurdling through life at too-fast speeds that his legs cannot keep up with but thankfully he is trying, HIS ARMS ARE SO THICK, he owns this one black sweatshirt and wears it all the damn time yet he’s owns a rolex who is he, like he literally wears the same outfit for days i bet he’s always skipping laundry day, he composes and writes music and plays like 10 instruments some of which include the guitar, piano, my heart, etc, awkward as hell, part of 92/beagle line and probably loud and giggly as hell too, a crier, his news anchor sister is really hot i stan his sister, DJs at exo concerts and let me tell u….boy knows how to Kick Ass, VOICE SO DEEP YOU’LL START RECITING POETRY FOR JONGIN’S SLAM POETRY SESSIONS

chen: real name is jongdae, smiles like :3, HIS VOCALS ARE OUT OF THIS WORLD, his voice feels like taking 6 shots at once and you’re good until you stand up and everything hits you at once and you’re bouncing off the walls maybe possibly crying, small but full of roasts, looks like he gives the sweetest hug gentle and soft while he rubs your back, probably smells really nice, the whiniest voice ever, *jongdae voice* whyyyyyyyyy, *jongdae voice* [screaming], screams a lot, have you ever listened to jongdae’s solo “uprising” because he truly busted my fucking ears once and it was the best experience of my life, secretly aspires to be in a heavy metal band and was probably the sole reason why exo did a heavy metal version of mama during an awards show, he has a square jaw and curly lips and pretty eyelashes and he gives off this very serene vibe, part of 92/beagle line, I LOVE IT WHEN HE SMILES, honestly the sweetest boy, everyone calls him the mom of the group he’s literally the mom friend who doesn’t love the mom friend, ripped his pants during mama 2016 and kept his cool thru creating a skirt w his jacket on the spot, snarky as shit 10/10 would recommend, doesn’t have an instagram?? for why??

baekhyun: LOUD AS SHIT, a sweetheart, he has the prettiest hands, used to be cute and then decided to gym so now he’s cute but also hot, lotto baekhyun=hot pirate shirt baekhyun, he literally has an entire series where he plays league of legends with heechul and invites random people to play embarrassing games and scream with, jongdae was on one episode and they screamed together and it was beautiful exo’s harmonies are legendary, dance line passing, exo m passing, moodmaker which means he makes CORNY ASS JOKES AND I’M WHIPPED SO I LAUGH, connoisseur of stanning girl groups and always doing girl group dances, a focking dweeb, BIG RECTANGULAR SMILE ALL TEETH SHINY AS HELL CHIP SKYLARK WROTE MY SHINY TEETH AND ME ABOUT BAEKHYUN, probably thinks lightning mcqueen is cute and jongdae the type to agree, has a literal daddy kink and flaunts it on instagram.com, he is literally ALWAYS talking, not sure if he knows how to not talk, like you see the guy always talking in exo videos and he has a loud voice? that’s baekhyun (not the one screaming at extreme decibels but the guy sceaming at slightly lower than extreme decibels), highly endearing, baekhyun flirts with everyone trust me im an expert, does embarrassing things on purpose and then gets embarrassed two minutes later and repeats process every day, a Relatable Meme, 92/beagle line member #3

lay: real name is yixing, last Chinese member left, HARDWORKING, ANGEL, GOD SENT HIM TO US TO SHOW US THAT HUMANS CAN BE GOOD, a part of dance line and his dancing is so good to watch it’s sharp and precise and his hip thrusts *fans self while baekhyun fans himself on the other side of the world*, always looks like he’s spitting straight fire at awards show speeches, pointing up during speeches to show that exo is #1, soooo hardworking he’s made his own studio and released his own solo album and acts and does variety in china and travels back and forth between exo and solo activities and is always thinking about his exo boys while thinking of his fans (xingmis), KING, according to exo he has a thing for spreading their ass cheeks, calls it ‘refreshing’ but im pretty sure he just has a kink, has tired droopy looking eyes its cute, literal human incarnation of those “[takes a hit from bong] how do my feet smell if they don’t have a nose?”, super chill like he that dude who’d just sit through the end of the world and you’d be like….tru…and join him in Chill Bliss while the world falls apart around you

suho: aka Junmyeon (Joonmyun is another way to spell it), suho means “guardian angel” because he thinks he’s a guardian angel and PLOT TWIST HE IS!!! HE IS EXO’S ANGEL AND HE TAKES CARE OF THEM BY NAGGING AND LISTENNING AND BEING SWEET AND MAKING DAD JOKES, dad joke example #1: when someone asked him what park they should go to while they were in nyc and he said “linkin park” i kid u not i am not making this shit up, he’s very, very pretty like SOOOO HANDSOME kinda looks like the guy who’d be your suga daddy tbh, he is exo’s self-proclaimed funniest member and tbh he truly is the funniest member his dad jokes are out of this world exo can suck it, smol pal, he’s the leader of the group and the rest of exo like to roast him but tbh he’s the best leader and i will always have a soft spot for him ever since that time when krisgate happened and exo won for overdose and he went up on stage all alone to accept the award and the way he held it together so well for everyone, his band himself and the fans, was the most heartbreaking thing ever i love kim junmyeon he’s just a loving single dad trying to make it out there in this cruel worl

Xiumin: aka Minseok, he looks like a cute bun but he’s actually the oldest and is so beefed up he could probably beat u up and ur grandchildren’s children would feel it, LITERALLY SOOOOO HOT, he used to be really quiet during debut and he is still kinda quiet but he’s been working on it and doing much better and exo supports him thru it, honestly its the quiet ones u gotta watch for boy probably gathers all the tea on the rest of exo and spills it at isac when no one is watching, YALL SEEN THOSE PICS OF KANGAROOS, that’s minseok he’s cute like a kangaroo but he can also murder u with a pinky finger and u would probably thank him not gonna lie, he has pretty slanted eyes and he’s a really good dancer and he has a lovely voice AND HE CAN WRAP example #2 of god truly giving with two hands, he loves sports and back before luhangate he and luhan were literally inseparable #bffs4lyfe, the CUTEST SMILE IN EXISTENCE, WHEN HE SMILES WARS END, literally everyone is under this boy’s spell like minseok barely does variety he showed up on running man once for .02 seconds in a clip he wasnt even invited to the show and he trended for like a whole day, he ate mocha bread on xoxo and mocha bread sold out everywhere, he is literally the chuck norris of exo, he’s always trending for breathing it’s beautful and relatable me too south korea

ex members: so they were all apart of exo m (exo’s chinese subunit who promoted in china), exo m also includes xiumin, chen, and lay, the rest of the members above were in exo k, who mainly promoted in south korea

tao: aka zitao, A BABYYYYYYYYYYYYY, BABIER THAN SEHUN EVEN THO HE’S LIKE…KYUNGSOO’S AGE, he’s got a cat-like face, pretty tanned skin, and he was super tall, king of being a wushu master, basically he’s entirely capable of kicking ass wherever he goes but he’s scared of everything, couldn’t shower alone back in the old days, everyone loved taking caring of him, suho was literally his mother, he looked scary during debut era because of his emo hair, but he’s the biggest baby ever and he and sehun made up the raddest baby club ever, they rode around in expensive cars just to get food from the convenience store, dramatique as hell, i really really liked his rapping he had flow it was great also his iconic part in growl….binch, RED HAIR TAO………GODS GIFT, HIS MUSIC NOW IS LIKE…..culture shock he’s a smol baby but those mvs m’dude, i miss him

luhan: apparently hes a fkn freak have you heard his new songs, “put in work like the renaissance move that body like a gymnahst ask me what i want  lalalalala blow me like a flute WOO OoooooOOOHOHHOOH show me what IT do oooohoooh” Lu by Luhan (2015), ok like he was literally so iconic???, cute face like honestly so gorgeous but he always had this obsession with being MANLY, he and his manly BRO MINSEOK would do BRO things like Coffee BRODATES and play soccer together and hang out under BROBRELLAS at isac, he’s good at acting and making it in a matt damon movie yes binch, i loved his voice it was sweet and harmonized so well with jongdae’s voice and yixing’s, he genuinely had the sweetest friendships with his bros, A LITERAL MEME RUNNING MAN LUHAN WAS ICONIC , he doesn’t know what he’s doing w his face and is constantly derping its beautiful, literally the original exo meme face tbh, white producer: luhan you’re the best! luhan: [hits the whip nervously], i miss him so much omg

kris: aka Kris Wu or Wu Yifan some say kevin was also a name…. a man of many names, luhan might have been the original exo meme face but kris was the original extra ass meme, obsessed with space and the biggest dork in the world (universe), his relationship with the boys was like….so beautiful….and its been nearly three years but it always warms my hort, a really good actor he’s making it big out there, SOME TIMES HE’D WEAR THE UGLIEST SHIT TO THE AIRPORT AND HONESTLY….IT WAS WILD HE’S SUPPOSED TO BE A FASHION ICON, HONESTLY kris in exo showtime was the most iconic thing i’ve ever seen, exo’s other dad or now it’s exo’s ex dad, probably shared dad jokes with suho when they’d have their dad meetings, he’s otherworldly hot and he has these piercing eyes and he went bald for like a month after leaving exo but now he’s making it big in a vin diesel movie with my girl deepika #bless, krisgate was literally the wildest thing he exposed sm and i still get war flashbacks about it, rip exo m(emories), i miss him too but they’re all doing good out there so its fine