#the mama's got her tail full lmao

[thatpunkmaximoff]

Story: 4 out of 5 Smut: 1 out of 5

Oh, how I missed these crazy bunch of characters. Seriously, the Vintage Ladies are everything every woman should aspire to be lol.

Anyway, the story of Mila and Beck was everything! It felt like I was holding my breath every time these two interacted because there was so much unresolved feelings between them. Fortunately, they get their lives together and well, I won’t spoil it. But trust me, it’s adorable.

Between all the fluff and dash of angst, I loved the sneak peek into where Tails and Halo are going next. It shall be interesting and I can’t wait!

* How is the ex 100x better than the soon to be ex husband?! Texting her to “drive safe” 😩 Oh my god. I love him.

* I love Mama Lawson. She’s crazy, the way she chased off the P.I stalking Mila.

* Wooo. Beck is.. 🥵

* I loved the quick recap from the previous books. All caught up now.

* I’m still convinced she got pregnant with Beck and had a miscarriage, and she didn’t tell anyone.

* Goddamn. It feels like I’m holding my breath every time these two interact.

* Candice getting an eye full of Beck’s butt is everything 😂

* “Fluttering your tuna..” - nooooo lmao.

* He was awake the whole time Mila was trying to squirm out of bed lol

* Shark week. Poor Lilo, haha.

* I knew it. Poor Mila. Going through all that alone.

* Naughty scrabble seems fun.

* lol I love a jealous Beck.

* Levi being a fan of Tails is hilarious.

* Lmao. Mila! Your poor eyes.

* Aww. She told him that she was pregnant 😔

* I swear, these old ladies are something else. They’re listening to audio book porn and don’t want to be checked out by the paramedics lmao.

* “It’s always been you, Mila. Always you.”

* I love seeing hints of future couples.

* SHE PROPOSED!!! And Lilo was in on it 🥰

* Zoila and Wes are up next. Oh my god lol. The nurse and the cook.

[pangolin-404]

i see i made people sad w that insider pangolin poaching article so here’s a happier picture: pangopup twins are rare but not unheard of! here’s a sunda pangolin with her twin pups that were spotted in 2009 by Shibao Wu <3

[galaxywarp]

I don’t think I actually know much abt your new kittens. I know they have cute names, but what are their stories? Somehow I managed to miss those details since the nuke :(

Yeah I got them right after I got nuked so I haven’t really had a chance to talk about them!! :0

meet Bonnie and Clyde!!

Bonnie is the runt of the litter, but she’s FULL of personality. She’s….she’s honestly a little monster LMAO she has endless energy and is afraid of NOTHING and gets into EVERYTHING. she’s INSANELY smart — like, the smartest cat I’ve ever met by far. She knows how to fuck with me!!! She actively enjoys being annoying and she thinks mischief is so fun and I regularly scoop her up and toss her across the room and she just prances right back to me for more. She tore open my bag of bread and ate a huge bite out of it and I was so upset

MONSTER.

Clyde on the other hand is a very sweet, somewhat timid boy ! And especially compared to his sister, he’s HUGE. he has these big lion paws and he’s super long—his tail is as long as Bonnie if not longer!! he took a few months to really open up to me, and he’s turning into a little cuddle bug now, but similar to Lulu he started off very nervous about being touched and tended to run away at sudden movements or noises. He’s getting much better tho!! He’s been sleeping in bed with me and he kneads the blankets SO hard

He loves this hammock. He’s always in this hammock

Lulu pretty much adopted them both on sight. She started grooming them and playing with them within 2 weeks of me bringing them home. She’s their mama!! Clyde especially. He’s a mommas boy

Khaleesi on the other hand……. Is a big grump LOL she’s 6 years old now, and apparently Too Old For This Shit, and regularly let’s out the whiniest, most cranky sounding MEOW whenever one of the kittens gets too close to her. and she baps them on the head. it’s harmless, and honestly hilarious. the kittens don’t even flinch anymore they just look at her like….. Why. I caught her grooming Clyde the other day tho and that’s exciting progress!!! but like I said it’s really so funny how sassy she gets about the babies

[at-the-exd-of-everythixg]

Okayaay!! BNA au!! Pt 1

Ava - Yeah, Bat Beastman. I think if the show proves to us later on that more people thatn the main characters can be turned into Beastmen, then I'd say yeah, Ava was turned into one. But for the sake of not taking away any of the main plotline, we're gonna stick with the idea that all the kids are originally Beastmen lmao. But yeah! Works similarly as a detective and often sneaks off to human lands in order to solve cases better and has a wide distrust to humans for this fact that a lot of her cases resort back to human crimes. Roommates with Finn and its thr funniest shit because they're polar opposites and he keeps walking in on her drinking "blood", but is actually strawberry and watermelon smoothies. The blood goes worth DINNER Finn. Don't faint again. Please.

Mimi - Thoguht a while but....Otter girl! Idk how a mantis shrimp would work as a Beastman tbh. Actually is a big show performer and sticks to guarding the ocean bay in order to protect the city better. A lot of her work comes through into festivals though and Mimi often spends her time lazing around the pool and has rather popular online presence since I imagine aquatic Beastmen often are more admired than land or Sky ones. Less...aware of how humans would take her, but that's alright! She's more than happy to help introduce new people to the city and only maybe SOMETIMES gets into brawls on the street. Not as good girl as I'm writing out but buff as fuck and u want her to crush you I know.

Finn - Honestly??? Can't decide. Yeah sure, the automatic one is "rabbit", but Rodent made a good comment once about Finn and cheetahs and I love the irony,,,but also god I'm also thinking about deer boy?? Choices choices...anyway, Finn rooms with Ava and it isn't good for his heart if it wasn't for the fact that she's....ridiculously supportive and has p much been there for any situation. Like his main, Finn works at a bakery and is well known for his Beastman decorations. Goes to the same gym as Mimi and Wulf so he's got some big ass muscle under his fat ;)

Sal - Had the BEST idea. Couldn't decide between a poodle or sheep...Poodle and Sheep hybrid??? Sal as a result is....horribly fooofy and absolutely has the worst floppiest ears growing up and is horribly embarrassed. Good part is that...Perigee stays in this verse! Where she gonna go in a whole city lmao. Sal and her have a p good relationship and it really wasn't uncommon for Perigee to pad along, tail wagging and carrying two lappies's in a baby sling and crying the third in her mouth. Giles.....still strick and can be intimidating when big sheep man glares at the way his son has decorated his own horns. Has a horribly embarrassing laugh of a whine and "baa" and he hates and MAMA WHY DOES HE KEEP GETYING SUITORS IT ISN'T FAIR. Wants to see a human SO BAD.

Pascal - Big golden retriever! Like....big enough he gets confused with a bear cause of all the muscle pudge. Stays close with Cassandra and lives with her and her own guide dog, Troy...who absolutely has puppies with Korra later on (headcanons about those as well :;) anyway big man works at a shelter for animals as usual and has a horrible habit of getting into trouble from wanting to help people too much. Helps out with festivals a lot which...gives Mimi heart attacks because more than once Pascal has almost gotten himself killed cause I'm slowly turning him into a himbo. Often nicknamed Funshine bear by Andra when they find out about care bears and both are well known for scremaing like Huskies across the street to each other.

Mahogany - Like Sal, hybrid of a wolf and a goat. Which....results in a very awkard looking baby that bleats at every emotion. Oh and they're on and off partners with Sal cause u know I find it so funny on the differences of a wolf and goat baby dating a poodle and sheep baby skskks. Mahogany is a full time model who met Sal doing some part time modelling but they're a ditzy baby who often wanders away from gigs and often wanders to buy stuff for their multiple siblings and Grama. Easily wooed for the fact that a lot of Beastmen tend to be more scared off by their large horns and sharp teeth rather than the fact that they have a big tail that wags and big eyes that show so much love! Usually this is when they run off to Sal and cry to their tiny 4'9 beau. Thembo and still upset over the fact that they were deemed "not right looking" for advertising to the human lands. But never fear! There's still time and Mahogany will be adored!

[beteljuices]

💚betelgeuse headcanons cuz i have to yell somewhere💚

BEETLEB*BES DON'T INTERACT

-he's only a few inches taller than lydia (who is quite short). short king mama aye

-since he's a demon (in the musical rendition at least), he has horns and a tail.. which are pretty useless. his horns are short and stubby and his tail is very nimble with pieces of the spades-shaped tip scrapped off. as centuries went on, he stopped giving a damn about the state of his tail 😐 (if he kept ""living"" a millenia longer there would probably be nothing left of it lmao)

-betelgeuse's physical make-up is quite similar to a zombie's. most of his limbs are stitched onto his body to prevent them from falling off (ESPECIALLY his head, which pops off unintentionally the most). he has green "freckles" all over his body as well which, as cute as it sounds, is just mold. he's got big teeth, very close to a saber tooth tigers', which are hard to miss even when his mouth is closed. CLAWS. his nails are naturally black and pretty sharp. they're also retractable and can be used for defense >:]

-he's a hairy dude. if you had a blindfold on and touched his arm you'd swear it was a cat or smth.

-carries rodents and bugs in his coat pockets. may he offer you a worm or possum during these trying times ? 😳

-finds kinship with not-as-loved animals (ex. snails, centipedes, etc.). if you catch him having a full-blown conversation with a moth, mind your business !!! 😤

-part-time sandworm wrangler ?? sandworm cowboy ???? yes.

-if anyone hurts lydia, it will be the last thing they do. betelgeuse isn't the best role model, of course, but likes making sure lydia is okay while expecting nothing in return. to be honest, he sees himself in lydia in a few ways (ex. angst, depression, loneliness) and would do anything to protect her.

-he's bi as FUCK. that's it. 💅🏿

-he's also lonely as FUCK. he feels very comfortable around the maitlands and, after they start warming up to him too, they let him vibe with them (tldr; i'm a beetlands hoe).

-borrows lydia's purple eyeshadow (in secret).

-can and will eat just about anything !!! bugs, moldy bread, paper. it won't affect his digestive system :]

-this has already been accepted throughout the fandom but.. MOOD RING HAIR 👁️👁️

-his coat is rlly fucked up :/ he patched up the holes himself (he's not the best at sewing but he tries) with green patterned fabric to make it look interesting.

-had a thing with miss argentina.. the two don't talk about it much but ended up as friends regardless !!

-this dude is TRANS and there's NOTHIN you can do about it 😎 (we projectinggg)

[lovenotesuggestions]

Hello hellooo! How’s life been treating you? How are your kitties? They’re absolutely adorable! -🐰

Things have been going good! I got my final degree classification results, and I’m officially graduating with a first class degree on the 22nd of July!!! 

I also started my first full time job a few weeks ago, and I’m settling in well. It was the first interview I went to and I got offered a position in a different department from the one I initially applied for because they really liked me, which I was super proud of! Getting used to the 8am-4pm life has been Difficult being a night owl and accustomed to the like 9 contact hours I had per week at uni, but the work itself is fine - I’m not changing the world but it’s reasonably interesting and isn’t in retail, and the office environment itself is nice and the people are nice. And ofc it’s gonna be SO good getting paid a decent wage after living on student finance and my minimum wage part time job for 3 years lmao. And I spoke to a rly nice lady in HR the other day and they’re gonna help me come out as nonbinary to my colleagues!! 

My boyfriend has passed the first year of his degree, we’ve been together two and a half years as of the 13th of July, and we’re going to Pride together in our home town in a couple of weeks. 

My kitties are doing good! We’ve had our new kitten for about 8 weeks now, and she settled in immediately. She’s so sweet and confident and playful, and it only took a couple of days for her to get used to our other kitties. They’re such a sweet little family now - she loves to play with the grown up cats, and chase them around and snuggle them. They groom each other, and the (normally super food-protective older cats) always let her eat first, and she treats one of them like he’s her mama. Their relationship is SO sweet and it makes my heart go sdjfasd every time I see them being cute together. For folks who wanna see more of them, we have an instagram for them that updates every day (which y’all should totally follow!!)

Bonus cat pictures time:

Here’s our baby kitty Nova - pictures from shortly after we adopted her, vs about a week ago. 

[img: a side by side comparison of a black kitten poking her head through the banister of some stairs. In the first picture, she’s significantly smaller, and in the second, she’s much bigger and shaped more like an adult cat]

annnd some family photos

[img: two photos of the mod’s three black cats. In the first, one of the adult cats is loafing on the top platform of a cat tree, and the other adult cat is sitting on a lower platform, beside the kitten. In the second photo, the two adult cats are lying in hammock beds on a cat tree - one is curled up neatly and the other has his front paw and tail dangling over the side. The kitten is lying on the top of a small house on the cat tree, looking over her shoulder at the camera.] 

[cartooness]

Bby Lav AU

OKAY SO

ME AND MY LOVE @thefearanddespair CAME UP WITH THIS AU LIKE 2 WEEKS AGO AND I JUST REALIZED I NEVER TRULY POSTED IT SO HERE IT IS. WARNING IT’S HELLA LONG.

PINK HOLY SHIT

 WHAT IF EVERYONE FOUND LAV AS A TODDLER

 INSTEAD OF BEING 14, SHE'S 4

 EVERYTHING IS THE SAME EXCEPT SHE'S 10 YEARS YOUNGER

 AS WELL AS ALL THE FRIENDS

 DECAN SINGS LULLABIES

 SHE IS ALWAYS HOLDING SOMEONE'S HAND

 PIGTAILS

 “The moon sings me to sleep every night”

“The MOON?”

“Yeah! He’s very nice, I love Moon uncle”

Lav to a friend as a 4yr old bby

 And she makes friends with mason when they're 7!!

 Super childhood friends to lovers

 Y E S

 And she's always sleeping in someone's room. She doesn't like being alone

 There is always a child's blankey in all the rooms for whenever she wants to sleep with someone

 Someone- Oh can I schedule an appointment on this day?

Hadley- Oh I'm so sorry but that day is taken. I can put you for... a week from now?

Someone- Alright.

 Hadley was actually just rocking lav to sleep.

 SO CUUUTE

 UMBRELLA DAD. THEY'RE TRUE DADS NOW. ALL OF THEM.

 LAV IS STILL POWERFUL AF

 Father’s Day is a BITCH for her lmao

 Ok so she's at like Vivi's house or apartment whatever, and she drops her off at HQ, and there's a giant roll of easel paper, taller than bby lav, with all her dad's on there

 AND THEY'RE TRYING NOT TO CRY

 Or failing in Decan’s case.

 Bby Lav gets a hold of Hadley’s umbrella wand.

Hijinks ensue.

 >:)))))))))

 ÒwÓ

 Otto has to literally YEET Hadley into the fucking sky to grab her, grab the wand, and float safely to the ground again.

 LMAOOOO

 Hadders- Othello. Throw me.

Otto- Um??

Hadders- JUST DO IT

 And then they’re floating down, and Hadley’s cradling the Bby in one arm, holding his umbrella up with the other.

 Like Eclipsa with Meteora lmao

 Y E S. I M LOVE

 If Lav can ever teleport, she and Decan could do the thing Glimmer and Angella do in that last episode of season 3.

 You know, the teleport and catch thing.

 SHE CAN. SHE CAN TELEPORT

 Decan flying after her and catching her and all that in his winged form. Or even Otto doing that!

 Y E S

 Hadley is subsequently freaking the fuck out on the ground.

 PLAYTIME WITH FUN PAPAS

 WITH WORRIED MOM

 “PUT HER DOOOOOWWWWWN!”

Otto proceeds to blow him a rather Loud raspberry lmao

 AND LAV GIGGLING LIKE CRAZY, "AGAIN, AGAIN!!!"

Otto- you heard the little lady!! Again!

 Hadley: “ARE YOU ACTUALLY JOKING ME???”

And Otto blows another raspberry. And makes a rather crude joke.

And Hadley is jusT O F F E ND

 LAV IS A VERY ACTIVE BABY

 THEY'RE ALWAYS CHASING HER THROUGH THE HOUSE OR AT PARKS AND STUFF.

 HER KITTY EYES ARE MORE IRRESISTIBLE THAN BEFORE.

 SHE STILL HAS BEANS AND PURRING

 Hadley: *Bitching at Otto*

Otto: “PBBPPBRBTBRBRPT!! Jeeez, Hadley, all that hot air you’re blowin’ is contagious, crack a window wont’cha?”

Hadley: *Pterodactyl screeching*

 LMAOOOOO

 Hadders- BUT MY BABY DOWN BEFORE I BEAT YOUR BUTT!!

Decan- MAKE US.

 Otto- SHE'S OUR BABY TOO, YA KNOW!

 Meanwhile Lav is enjoying the silly stuff her papas are fighting over and is thrilled of being tossed around. XD

 Decan’s just laughing and twirling and stuff. He’s all just “It’s fiiiiiine!”

 :OOOOOO

LAV IN KINDERGARTEN SHOWING ALL THE KIDS HER BIG ASS EXTENDED FAMILY.

 Lav’s presence just screams ‘Gay Rights’ to all the other little kids.

 Even if not all of the parents agree.....

They get told off

 Lav- And this is all my papas!! They all love each other very much.

The teacher- Lavender, sweetie, did you say that your "papas" all.... love each other?

Lav- Yeah!! Daniel and Cecil love each other. Decan and Otto love each other. Lewis, Vivi, and Arthur love each other. Merlin and Quentin love each other. And Percy and Hadley don't have love yet.

The teacher- *grimace*

Some kid- You're dad's are all *insert slur here*!!!

Lav- Stop, that's mean!!

Some kid- No it's not, it's true!!

And he gets shoved out if his desk.

And poor bby lav comes crying when they pick her up, explaining how all the kids made fun of her and her family.

 Hadley then calls in to the office when he picks her up from school that day.

 He has a few words XD

 A few.....very polite, very CHOICE words.

 And then he’s like to Lavender.

“Now, I’m not one to spoil children, but I do believe that an ice cream....or two....is warranted at a time like this.”

And that means a lot when HADLEY’S the one doing the treating. The responsible, rule-driven and sometimes strict parent.

 YES BIG LOVE.

 “Just....don’t tell anyone else. They’ll have me strung upon a wall, or....thrown in the stocks.”

Very old fashioned boi lmao

 Lav, a good girl, - Okay Papa Hadley!

 And she proceeds to eat two scoops of peaches and cream ice cream.

 Adorable.

 I know!!

AND COULD YOU IMAGINE? BABY MASON?

 They're in the same first grade class and they're table buddies!!!

 They probably have play dates all the time!!

 AND SHE MAKES HIM THINGS OUT OF MAGIC SOMETIMES

 7 year old Lav- Mason, Mason!!! Look what I can do!! *makes a pinecone out of magic*

7 year old Mason- :OOO THAT'S SO COOL LAV!!!!

 This is way too fucking cute, I can’t.

 Mason, showing his pinecone to Kyle, then Nicole, - NICKY, LOOK WHAT LAV MADE ME!!!!

Pre Transition Kyle- Woah! That's so cool!!!

Mason - I'm gonna keep it in my box of special things, where it'll be safe!!!

 BBY LAV PLAYING WITH OTTO AND DECAN’S NON-HUMAN PARTS?

Pointy ears, Tails, Wings, Dec’s Horns, Otto’s Fangs

 YES YES YES SHE WOULD

 “Woooow! You’ve got weally big teeth, Papa Otto!”

Or

“You have vewwy pwetty wings Papa Decan!”

 And they’re just....melting.

 I'M LOVE I'M LOVE

 OR PLAYING WITH DANIEL AND CECIL HAIR. OR ANYONE'S HAIR IN GENERAL

 Hadley’s super long and thicc hair lmao

 Y E S

 One day, Hadley's hair is just. Covered in hair accessories.

 And lav says to keep them in all day. And so he does.

 And it takes like half an hour to take all of them out lmaooo

 WHEN OTTO COMES HOME FROM LIKE TRAINING OR SOMETHING AND HE'S ALL BEAT UP, LAV AND DECAN CLEAN UP HIS WOUNDS, BUT LAV PUTS LIKE PRINCESS BAND AIDS ON ALL THE SCRATCHES AND STUFF.

Someone- Why do you have... girly band aids all over you?

Otto- the doctor said I had to keep these on and if I take them off I will die.

 He’s sitting in a chair, like, grumbling as Cecil and Daniel have to take them out.

ALSO ABSOLUTELY HE WOULD DO THAT!

 Big Masculine Buff Man.

Princess Bandaids. And they’re, like, his pride and joy.

 Awwww!!

 Best part of getting beat up. Lav gives him the Princess bandaids. He says they make him look badass.

Proud Papa.

 Cecil’s a fashion designer.

Bby fashion.

 :OOOOOOOOOOOO

 I D E A S

 YOU KNOW HOW LAV LIKES TO BE COMFY? SHE PROBABLY HAS A BUNCH OF CUTE SWEATERS THAT SHE WEARS ALL THE TIME

 ALL HER DADS LOVE HER TO BITS AND YOU WILL DIE IF YOU MESS WITH THEIR SHARED BABY GIRL

OMG. PARENT TEACHER CONFERENCE THINGS.

 GASP. LAV LEARNING ABOUT THE LGBT COMMUNITY. SHE'S 4 INSTEAD OF 14 WHEN SHE LEARNS.

 Also YES all of that is über wholesome

 Otto goes and when people are, like, homophobic or whatever, he sorta lounges back, feet on the table, and does his sorta ‘Blow-Raspberry-Fart-Jokes’ routine that he loves so much at all the other people and they’d be like ‘Honestly this is an grown-up affair, why don’t you act your age you disgusting slob of a man’ and he’s just like ‘Really? Then why don’t y’all stop acting like a bunch of whiny children, whining about the 21st century? Then maybe I’ll treat y’all like adults and this meeting like something important. (Otto is the king of Fart Jokes lmao. He’s a big old child.

And terribly dad-like like that. It’s just one of the truths about him.)

 OMG IMAGINE MASONDER

 Okay so, they're both like, 12 I guess, and it's Lavender's birthday, and Mason gives her like, a really cute stuffed animal, and she Instantly Loves, and she gives him a big hug and a peck on the face.

 Cue awkward silence

 Everyone sees.YES EXACTLY

 Big old moment.

Baby’s First Kiss

 Mason, not knowing what to do, just returns the favor.

 And Lav is almost about to DIE FROM HER MASSIVE BLUSHING.  Mason's fucking. Avoiding all eye contact with everyone, and it's a very uncomfortable silence.

 And finally Lav breaks the silence by grabbing his face and kissing him.

EVERYONE IS LOSING THEIR SHIT

 Hadley, in the back of the room,

"IS THIS ALLOWED!?!?!? IS THIS ALLOWED!?!?!?

Emotional Moment.

And the supposedly steel-hearted Hadley finally breaks down crying. All that internal emotion becomes external emotion.

(And his makeup gets smudged, and it’s all crazy and emotional.)

Otto fucking SCOOPS Lavender up into his big, hairy arms and hugs her. All “HELL YEAH GIRL! How’d it feel!? What was it like?! I know he’s not as good a kisser as D-EEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAKKKK-an, but STILL!” He had that emotional bat-screech moment.

And Decan’s just a blubbering mess. All proud Daddy style. They grow up so fast and all that.

 Mason- ARE YOU ALL OKAY?!?! AM I IN TROUBLE?!?!

Vivi just cheers. Mama Bear style.

 And Lewis is all

"I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU HURT HER IN ANYWAY I WILL BREAK YOU: Mason, scared,- Y-yes sir. I'll um, I'll be good, I promise.

Hadley’s like that too. But a lot less overt.

And a lot more shadow-over-the-face serious.

 He pulls Mason aside for Tea, and has a full on discussion with him over it. Making for DAMN sure he knows what he’s getting into, and making damn sure that Mason has no intention of in any way fucking around and breaking her heart.

 Mason, at the end of it all,- Yes, sir, I understand. Am I free to go?

Hadley - Yes. But remember, I'm always watching. *does that I've got my eyes on you tea sip thing*

And he IS!

 The following week, Hadley pulls aside Lav and asks all about her and Mason. Plot twist is that he KNOWS. And is testing to see whether or not she reproduces what he’s already seen. To test wether or not she’s lying. And if she IS, Mason told her to lie and he’s bricked.

He’s terribly cunning like that.

 The following week, Hadley pulls aside Lav and asks all about her and Mason.

 Lav- Aw, I'm glad you asked! He's so cute, that Button. Anyway, we've been eating lunch together and we shared a cookie, um, we held hands a lot, what else, um, please don't be um, mad, but, um, we kinda..... fell asleep together while you were at work.

Hadders- Oh I know.

Lav- What?

Hadley: Lavender, Darling, you should know by now. I make it my business to know everything. The surname ‘Trivia’ doesn’t come for free.

He could easily pull an Eclipsa and cast some sort of All-Seeing-Eye.

Hadley doesn’t see limits when he’s protecting someone. He’s willing to go as far as it takes.

 Lav- Are you mad at me? I mean, we weren't doing anything, like, BAD, but still, if you don't want us to do that we'll stop.

 H: On the contrary! I’m very happy with you. You passed the test.

I was watching you both. The whole time. And I wanted to be sure that he hadn’t convinced you to lie to me if you were asked. Or, heaven forbid, you lie on your own will. And you didn’t lie at all!

Lav- Oh. Uh, cool! I guess! Also, he is a very good cuddle partner. Just thought I'd say that. Also his hair is really soft and it's fun to play with. And- *proceeds to ramble on about Mason lol*

 Hadley then just sorta sits down and conjures some coffee for himself.

She's in love, Hadley!!!! Yep lol

 And Ashley, on the other hand, is listening to a very happy mason go on about Lavender and it's adorable. He announced to Kyle (he had just transitioned) over the house phone about his new relationship with Lav and Kyle's so happy for him and, of course, teases a bit, but asks for all the details.

 They're Those (tm) friends who love info dumping about things they're passionate about.

Omg, imagine Lav going on and on about Mason to Decan and Otto. They’re just sorta babbling with her. Otto TRIES to give relationship advice but he’s just.... Terrible, it’s terrible advice lmao. He’s just trying.

And Decan’s laughing his li’l head off.

Decan, fanboying,- Oh my goodness, Peaches!! You guys are so CUTE!!!!! When's the wedding~~~

Lav- DECAN!!!!!! Ò//////Ó

 Decan - I'M JOKING. *mostly anyway, they still get married after college graduation*

 O: “K, you gotta try and outsmart him into letting you kill him! But you’ll find as you go that you’re actually falling for him and he’s falling for you too and it goes from there! And you can win him over with pick-up lines or fart jokes or by rapping for him as he sings along and I got notebooks for that sorta stuff if ya-“

D: *While laughing* “Otto, darling, c’mmoooooonnn! That advice sucks, not everybody falls for that crude humour and personality like I did, you know!”

O: “Psh! Oh yeah! Watch her try it and watch it work like a charm!”

D: “Oh yes, a charm, indeed.~ If your ‘embrace your inner animal’ way works then naturally my way would happen next, wouldn’t it? Soften you to mush and then claim that mush as mine.”

O: “Oh, ya li’l SCAMP! GET IN HERE!”

*Otto then proceeds to pull Decan in and noogie him between his horns as he laughs and kicks.*

 OMG THAT'S SO CUTE

Lav- Uhhhhh. I think I'll just. Go with the flow and maybe I'll try and kiss him again on Friday. Might bring a flavored lip gloss with me that day....

Decan- OOOH, SOMEONE HAS PLANS!!!!

Lav- DECAN, PLEASE!!!! ÒÒ///////ÓÓ

 ~~Otto got REALLY lucky finding someone as naturalist and oblivious to human sociality as Decan, let’s be honest, if ‘inner-beast’ crudeness and rude-fraternity-boy charm is his play style lmao~~

O: “Decan, we’re gonna be there and we’re gonna bring the MP3.”

D: “Love-songs, Yes? Can do.”

O: “Warm up those vocal chords!”

D: “Only if you warm up yours.”

O: “We’re gonna give them the best ambience EVER!”

D: “Historical. It shall be written down and carried down till the end of time!”

O: “HELL YEAH! VÁMONOS!”

 Lav- uh, you don't have to do that, it'll be like. Maybe after school? In the courtyard?

They’re, like, playfully pouty like ‘Fiiiiiiiiiiiine.’ But really they’re just happy for her.

 God, Otto and Percy are, like, the disaster parents for Lav. Especially for Bby lav.

Otto, especially, would absolutely ADORE Lav. I can’t speak entirely for Percy but I feel like they’d love her a whole bunch, but god, Otto absolutely adores Lavender.

 AWWWWW

Big, buff, tuff, ill-mannered-gentleman Vamp Dad and his li’l goddess.

 OMG HOLY FUCK NUGGETS YOU KNOW THAT THING? WHERE IT'S TWO ADULTS AND ONE BBY IN THE MIDDLE? DECAN, LAV, AND OTTO. Y E S. OR WITH ANY COUPLE ACTUALLY. AND THEN THEY SWING BBY LAV OVER LIKE CURBS AND STUFF AND AHHHH I'M SOMFT. SO CUUUTE!!!! OOH IN THIS AU, MASON AND LAV ARE STILL HELLA CUDDLY AND SNUGGLY. Gonna stop doing all caps lol. Anyway, masonder happens a bit earlier, but they've been friends for like 5 years at the time they are a Thing, so yeah haha. They are THE cutest thing ever. Always holding hands, face holding, sharing food, small pecks on the face, all that cute stuff uwu. They're in 7th grade btw. Both 12. They're relationship is steady and lasts all throughout middle school and high school. (Yes. They are the DEFINITION of an "Endgame Ship.") And then after they do the whole college thing, they tie the knot, have a baby, and live happily ever after uwu. :P

( This next bit is from a comic I did lol)

 QUENTIN GAVE HER THE KNIFE

Otto: “LAV, YOU CAN’T HAVE A KNIFE!!!

Have a crossbow, it’s much more powerful.” “Just don’t go staking papa Otto through the chest, now! It’s bad for me!”

 Lav- Oh cool! What about a sword! I'll be careful, I promise! And Hadley’s losing his mind lol Decan: *Does the moon butterfly magic sword thing*

“Here you are!” Bby Lav-

>:OOOOOOOO I'M GONNA KILL HOMOPHOBIC PEOPLE!!!

Hadley- Lav, honey, that's illegal.

Lav- But Mx. Percy does illegal stuff all the time!! Hadley: *Scoops Lavender up and Mary-Poppins flies the fuck out* YES

And that's what we came up with lmao

[ddaengjo]

love me like you do ┊ hwang hyunjin

genre: best friends to lovers au, fluff, angst

pairing: reader x hyunjin

warnings: cursing, drinking, infinity war spoilers

summary: you had been best friends with hwang hyunjin since grade school. you both knew each other like the back of your hand, and you shared everything with one another. in fact, all your friends joked that you’d eventually get married, settle down, and have five kids. of course, the both of you just saw that as funny, since you were both currently dating other people. but that was before everything became a complete mess.

author’s note: this is my first fic! i hope you all like it, because i definitely enjoyed writing it. (p.s. ― i use all lowercase when not writing formally, but in all my writing pieces i make sure to capitalize and use proper grammar!)

You're the light, you’re the night You’re the color of my blood You’re the cure, you’re the pain You’re the only thing I wanna touch Never knew that it could mean so much, so much

It was the sound of your phone buzzing loudly that woke you up at 2:30 a.m., groggy and angry and ready to fight the world. You groped around your bedside table, trusting your fingers rather than your sleep-blurred eyesight ― considering you were already myopic to the point that you could barely see something three feet away without your glasses on, you could trade eyesight with a bat and still be better off at this early hour. After a long while of uncomfortable straining,  you finally sighed in victorious relief, your fingers closing around the smooth case of your phone. Dropping it onto your pillow beside you, you squinted at the bright screen, trying to adjust to the sudden burst of light in the dark room. You swiped your finger across the screen, unlocking it, and opened your texts to find new messages from your best friend, Hyunjin.

[2:30 a.m.]  Y/N Y/N Y/N

You groaned, rolling your eyes and falling back against the pillows, debating on whether to answer his text or just leave him on read. Your innate sense of compassion (Hyunjin always swore that you were nothing but Satan, while everyone else who WASN’T your best friend since grade school and DIDN’T clown you for a living always called you a sweetheart) won the battle, and you ended up answering. But that didn’t mean you were going to play nice.

[2:33 a.m.]  hwang hyunjin you better have a good reason for this because if i weren’t so fucking tired i’d punch you in your perfect teeth.

[2:38 a.m.]  aw good morning to you too 💖💖💖 i’ve been up all night trying to make a head or tail of this history project and it just makes NO SENSE UGH Y/N I NEED YOUR GENIUS INTELLECT RIGHT NOW AND RIGHT HERE

[2:42 a.m.]  i absolutely hate you and your procrastinating ass.

[2:43 a.m.]  says the queen of procrastinating herself 💀💀

[2:45 a.m.]  YOU WOKE ME UP AT 2:30 AM YOU ASSHOLE SO STOP CLOWNING ME OR I’M MUTING YOUR NOTIFS AND LEAVING YOU ON READ 💀💀

[2:47 a.m.]  FINE FINE JUST COME HELP ME

[2:48 a.m.]  i’m too lazy to get out of bed so i’m just gonna skype you. but dw, you’ll still feel the salt coming off me when i talk 😘😘

[2:50 a.m.]  y/n you beautiful wonderful human being i love you so much i’d throw myself under a truck for you.

[2:53 a.m.]  lmao don’t let minjoo hear you say that unless you want her to actually throw ME under a truck buddy 😉

You couldn’t help smiling; it was impossible for you to stay angry at someone as goofy and vibrant as Hyunjin, especially because you knew him so well and for so long. You didn’t really care that you were wearing just a strap-sleeved tank top and shorts, or that you had a bedhead; Hyunjin had seen you in far worse states, like when you were in the fourth grade and had the stomach flu for a month. That was bad. You closed your texts, opening Skype instead, and clicked the very first contact, waiting for Hyunjin to pick up your video call. He picked up right on the second ring, grinning ear to ear; he was wearing his  “I ❤️ NY” shirt, his favorite gray hoodie, and khaki shorts, not to mention the goofy smile he always wore when talking to you.

“How’s Satan doing today?” he joked immediately, his face lighting up at the sight of you. His eyes twinkled with mischief as you rolled your eyes.

“Just fine, thanks,” you grumbled. “As great as one could be at almost 3 o’clock in the morning, when even the BIRDS aren’t awake.”

“For all it counts, I think your hair seems to be doing great at almost 3 o’clock in the morning,” Hyunjin said sagely, nodding his head. “I mean, it’s hiding your devil’s horns really well, and it also doesn’t look like a mama bat had a mental breakdown while making her nest!”

“I hate you.”

Hyunjin pretended to clutch his heart, wounded, despite the grin still playing on his lips. “Aww, Y/N, now you’re just being cruel. You know you don’t mean that.”

As much as you hated to admit it, you knew he was right. And he knew, too, judging by his little smirk. Had you been sitting next to him in person, you’d have thrown a pillow at him by this time.

“All right, what is it you don’t understand?” you asked, rolling your eyes yet again.

“Everything!”

You swallowed the urge to groan loudly. This was going to be one long, long night.

You're the fear, I don't care 'Cause I've never been so high Follow me to the dark Let me take you past our satellites You can see the world you brought to life, to life

You managed to get three hours of sleep that night, thanks to your dumbass of a best friend. He owed you big-time, you thought, sipping your coffee through pursed lips while glaring balefully out the window as you waited for him to show up at your house. You both had walked to school together since you were eight and he was nine; you weren’t planning on stopping that even when you were in college, since you were both hoping to major in some form of art ― he in photography, you in writing ― and attend the same university.

It was 7:30 a.m. when Hyunjin came jogging breathlessly up your driveway and let himself in using the spare key you’d given him. You had half an hour to kill before your bus arrived, so you’d not only made yourself coffee, you’d set a mug on the table for Hyunjin as well. He took it gratefully, crossing the kitchen in a few large strides ― he was a literal ten inches taller than you, with his 5’10” towering over your 5’0” ― to join you by the counter, where he wrapped an arm around your shoulders. To anyone else, it seemed as if you were both dating, but it to you both, it was merely just a gesture of affection between two old friends.

“So, Bigfoot, you took your sweet time getting here,” you commented dryly, looking him up and down with a wry little smirk. Your smile fading, you sipped your slowly cooling coffee and added, “All jokes aside, though, you look God-awful.”

“Thanks.”

“Your dark circles make it look as if you got punched in the eyes by an angry jack-in-the-box, and you’re looking pretty pale in the face,” you said bluntly, shaking your head. “Hyunjinnie, you’re driving yourself crazy. When you’re not staying up late for music lessons and photography projects, you’re staying up late doing your homework. You have to get more sleep.”

“Yeah, about that…” He ran a hand through his hair, rubbing the back of his neck absently as his eyes met yours. He guided you over to the couch, sinking into the seat next to you as he continued. “I’m sorry about last night. I know you didn't get much sleep because of me. So, to make it up to you, I called Minjoo and Yongwoon up, and we’re doing a movie night double date at my place. My treat.”

Hyunjin was so considerate. That was one thing that made you love him so much ― he didn’t just throw some fake apology at you and forget about it; he tried to make it up to you in full. He was like that with you, with his girlfriend, with your boyfriend, everyone.

As soon as the wall clock read that it was 8:00, you grabbed Hyunjin’s hand, practically hauling him out of the house as he chuckled, trying to keep pace with you. “Relax, Y/N, the bus is never early!”

“I know, but Yongwoon is!” you panted, skidding to a halt at your bus stop, where your boyfriend was waiting as usual, one hand in his tousled black hair. “Hey, Yong!”

“Y/N! You’re early!” He exclaimed; you caught sight of the odd expression that flitted across his face and realized that you were still holding Hyunjin’s hand. You let go of your best friend’s hand, seeing his girlfriend, Minjoo, standing a little distance away; Hyunjin fist-bumped you as he passed you, greeting his girlfriend with a brief peck on the lips. You turned to your own significant other, who pressed his lips to yours for a moment before asking, a little edgily, “Why were you holding Hyunjin’s hand? Y/N… do you like him?”

There was a long breath of silence after his words. Finally, you began to laugh ― not at him, but because you found his question funny. “Sorry ― sorry, Yong, that was just really funny. Babe, Hyunjin and I are just really good friends. We’ve known each other since our sandbox days! Things like holding hands and hanging out a lot are just… things we’ve been doing for a really, really long time. But it doesn’t change anything for us. We’ve been doing this for over a year, and I love you just the same, see?” You kissed him again, and this time he had no complaints.

As soon as the bus arrived, you scrambled to reserve the back row for yourself, Yongwoon, Hyunjin, and Minjoo; you’d all sat there as a group since freshman year. As usual, you slid into your window seat, with Hyunjin dropping into the one next to yours, as Minjoo and Yongwoon dropped into the seat across the aisle. You didn’t see the look that passed between his girlfriend and your boyfriend because you were too busy looking over Hyunjin’s paper and making small revisions, which were mainly just grammatical errors, since the majority of your cramming session had been last night.

“I think this is good,” you said finally, as the school came into view. The smile Hyunjin gave you was definitely worth all the grumblings and lost sleep; you loved the way his eyes sparkled and crinkled at the corners when he smiled, the way his dimples deepened, and it had been your personal goal since day one of your friendship, when he’d fallen in the sandbox and you’d helped him up, to never let him lose that smile. You were the one who was a year younger than him, but you were also the more protective one in the friendship. It was something people often teased you about, calling you a mother hen, but you wore the title proudly. You were indeed a mother hen when it came to your best friend.

Your first class was history, which you and Hyunjin had together; Yongwoon had psychology, while Minjoo had English, so you waved goodbye, promising to save them seats at lunch. Hyunjin blew an exaggerated kiss at Minjoo, who giggled as you punched him in the shoulder, pretending to gag. “Ugh, look who decided to become Romeo all of a sudden! Come on, lover boy, or we’re gonna be late for class, and I’ll get my first detention because of you.”

“I don’t want to spend the rest of my days in purgatory, if you please, ma’am, so on we go,” Hyunjin said very seriously, earning himself another punch from you. “Ow! You’re short, but you punch like a sumo wrestler! What, did you absorb the soul of a wrestler you reaped, Satan?”

“Ha ha ha, very funny,” you grumbled, sinking into your seat at the back table, across from Hyunjin, right as the bell rang. “I’ll reap your soul if you don’t shut up.”

Even as the lesson went on, you spent the class passing notes and doodling all over each other’s papers, sometimes laughing so hard your teacher, a well-dressed brunette in her early thirties, had to frown in your direction, her finger pressed against her lips in a signal of silence.

That was how every day was, with you both ― it was just you and him. You were the planets; everyone else was just a satellite. You were a technicolor movie; they were just the audience. You and Hyunjin were the world; they were just outer space.

So love me like you do, lo-lo-love me like you do Love me like you do, lo-lo-love me like you do Touch me like you do, to-to-touch me like you do What are you waiting for?

It was on the bus home that you succumbed to the sleep that had been haunting your eyelids since the morning’s coffee had worn off mid-math class. One minute you were arguing with Hyunjin over whether milk or cereal came first (you argued milk, having gotten that habit from your parents, while Hyunjin argued that it was cereal), the next you had nodded off, your petite head on his broad shoulder.

When you came to, it was in a familiar room with soft blue walls and GOT7 posters all over the wall. You sat up, squinting slightly at the pale, watery orange sunlight streaming through the window; the translucent chartreuse curtains were slightly open, showing a rapidly darkening sunset sky in the prettiest pastel shades of blue, pink, and purple. You yawned, stretching your arms, and glanced down; you were still wearing your school clothes, which were now a bit rumpled because you’d slept in them.

“Sleep well, Sleeping Beauty?” You turned your head to see Hyunjin smiling at you from where he sat working at his desk, which was a sea of scattered papers. His glasses reflected a bit of the screen of his laptop and a bit of the sunset, which didn’t seem like a beautiful combination, but somehow, he made it work. He only wore his glasses at home unless he was out of contacts to use, in which case you’d see him wear his glasses to school for about a week before going back to wearing contacts; you stuck with your glasses at all times, mainly because for one, you were terrified of putting something in your eye, and for two, you had awful bags under your eyes, which your glasses did a good job hiding ― or at least keeping anyone from noticing.

You stretched again, comfortable after a few hours of rest. “You bet I did. Like a baby, in fact. How long was I out?”

“It’s 6:05 ― you can do the math.” You could hear the smile in his voice as you took a moment to decipher his words. Then your eyes widened. “I SLEPT FOR THREE HOURS?”

“Don’t worry, you haven’t missed movie night,” Hyunjin promised. “We still have an hour till Minjoo and Yongwoon are supposed to arrive. Do you want to get changed? Maybe take a shower to freshen up?”

“Yeah ― yeah, sounds great,” you said, stretching one last time before swinging your legs out from under the covers, so that you were now sitting on the edge of his bed. “All my stuff is next door, though.”

“You can grab some clothes from my closet,” he offered, smiling in your direction. “Just like when we were kids and your parents were out.”

You got up, shaking out your legs to get some feeling back into them, and opened his closet, choosing a purple tie-dye t-shirt. “I’m wearing shorts under my skirt, anyway, so I’ll just wear this over those,” you explained, and Hyunjin nodded.

The warm water felt like a liquid hug; you spent twenty minutes under the shower before deciding you didn’t want to turn into a living prune. You found, upon wearing it, that Hyunjin’s shirt went to your knees, but what did it matter? It was cozy. You blow-dried your hair, which took another twenty minutes, before pulling it into a loose bun and glancing at the time in your watch ― 6:50 p.m., which meant Minjoo and Yongwoon would be here soon. You noticed that the light in Hyunjin’s room was now off; he must be downstairs, you realized, so you descended the stairs, knowing from the rising aroma of hot chocolate that you’d find him in the kitchen. He glanced up at the sound of your footsteps, his face lighting up with a smile as his eyes fell on you. “You look adorable. Purple is definitely your color.”

“And you look suspicious. Who are you and what have you done with Hwang Hyunjin?” you snorted, amused. “I was expecting you to clown me for how big this shirt looks on me.”

He chuckled, turning back to the stove for a moment before placing a snowflake-printed mug on the counter in front of you. “Hot cocoa?”

“Thanks!” You took the mug gratefully, blowing on the steaming liquid for a few minutes before taking a sip, appreciating the feeling of the chocolatey, sugary sweetness, mixed with a hint of cinnamon and the creaminess of whipped cream, sliding down your throat. You had just taken another sip when the doorbell rang, prompting you to move towards the door, the hot cocoa mug still in your hand. You opened it to find Yongwoon, holding a bouquet of red roses.

“Hey! You’re…” You glanced at your watch, which read that it was 6:55 p.m. “...Five minutes early! Oh my gosh, are those for me?”

“Yes, they are!” He handed you the bouquet, grinning ear to ear, until his eyes took in what you were wearing. His smile faded slightly as he added, “Is that one of Hyunjin’s, Y/N?”

“Wha ― oh, yeah ― yeah, it is,” you said, a little surprised by the question.

“She fell asleep on the bus,” Hyunjin explained, “and since she lost sleep because of me, I felt bad waking her up. So I just carried her here and let her rest up in my room while I did my homework. When she woke up, she wanted to shower, and we realized she didn’t have a change of clothes, so I let her borrow one of my shirts.”

“I see.” Yongwoon’s lips had tightened considerably at this, but he didn’t say anything. In fact, he didn’t say anything till Minjoo arrived, about fifteen minutes after him; it was just you and Hyunjin chattering away over your hot cocoa until that time.

By the time she’d arrived, Hyunjin had gotten a huge bucket of buttered popcorn ready. He had four cushions ready on the ground for everyone, but you didn’t need your cushion; you just sat down in front of Hyunjin, your head in his lap, as you grabbed a handful of popcorn, munching contentedly as your boyfriend and his girlfriend came to join you on either side. Yongwoon imitated you, grabbing his own handful of the buttery, salty popcorn, while Minjoo was more refined, choosing to take the occasional two pieces of popcorn from time to time.

“What do you guys want to watch?” Hyunjin asked, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as he leaned back, propping himself up with one elbow.

“American Horror Story,” Yongwoon volunteered immediately, earning himself identical protests from you, Hyunjin, and Minjoo. He conceded defeat, grumbling to himself before falling silent and waiting for one of you to make a choice.

“Titanic?” Minjoo suggested, earning herself a loud yawn from Yongwoon and an identical groan of rejection from yourself and Hyunjin. Her expression became a sulky one, which made all three of you laugh.

“Avengers: Infinity War?” you suggested. Hyunjin nodded enthusiastically; you two were pretty much the biggest Marvel nerds around.

“Are you sure you’re not going to soak my sleeve in tears again?” Hyunjin asked teasingly. “Remember last time, when you were bawling so hard I was afraid I’d have to pull a Noah and ark my way outta there?”

You turned and sat up to glare at him, indignant. “You were crying, too!”

He blushed, ducking his head in embarrassment. “Okay, okay, fair point. Any objections?”

Minjoo was too sulky to say anything, while Yongwoon was just too whipped for you to say a word against your wishes.

“All right! Infinity War it is,” Hyunjin declared, pulling you more closely into his lap before positioning himself comfortably, half sitting and half lying against his cushion as he tossed some more popcorn into his mouth, searching through Amazon Prime Video till he found it. Then he hit play, wrapped one arm around you, and sat back to enjoy the movie.

Fading in, fading out On the edge of paradise Every inch of your skin is a holy gray I've got to find Only you can set my heart on fire, on fire Yeah, I'll let you set the pace 'Cause I'm not thinking straight My head spinning around I can't see clear no more What are you waiting for?

Two hours and forty minutes later, you and Hyunjin were clinging to each other and sobbing your eyes out, your shoulders a mess of each other’s tears, snot, and drool. It would have been disgusting if this weren’t your usual movie-watching ritual ― you two were the sensitive ones, and if anything remotely sad were to happen in a movie, the room would be flooded within the next five minutes as you clung to each other and wept as if your hearts would break.

“I thought you said you’d be okay this time,” Hyunjin sobbed, wiping his eyes on the hem of his sleeve as he crushed you in a hug.

“I’m never emotionally prepared enough for that movie,” you sobbed back, mimicking him and wiping your eyes on the edge of your sleeve ― or at least trying to as best you could through his bone-crushingly tight embrace.

On your left, Minjoo was just staring blankly at the screen as if not sure of what to do in terms of a reaction, while Yongwoon, on your right, had his lips pursed and his fists clenched. “Damned Marvel,” he growled, shaking his fist. “Killing off Black Panther like that… that’s not fair.”

“Groot had such a bright future ahead of him,” Hyunjin hiccuped miserably, reaching for the popcorn, which was running dangerously low.

“I agree,” you sniffled. “Man, Bucky never deserves the shit he gets. He was captured by the Nazis, fell off a mountain, lost an arm, got frozen and experimented on by HYDRA, became their brainwashed puppet, killed a bunch of people, accidentally tore apart the Avengers, got frozen over again, and then right when he was spending a peaceful time in Wakanda he got drawn into the fighting and then h-he just goes ‘Steve…’ and fades away and just...” You broke down again, prompting a wince from Yongwoon and an eye roll from Minjoo.

“I know,” Hyunjin lamented, patting your back reassuringly. “Well… that was fun, right?”

“Right,” Yongwoon said unconvincingly, his eyes narrowing slightly at the sight of Hyunjin’s strong arms drawing you more tightly into an embrace. You two had been nothing but skinship since the beginning of the evening ― or, if you counted the hand-holding in the morning, since the beginning of the day ― and he was beginning to feel a bit threatened by the boy you called your closest friend. He felt threatened, jealous, every time your fingers tangled together, every time your eyes met, every time you laughed at something he said, every time you gazed at him as if he was the only boy in the world. It was getting harder and harder for him to believe you every time you declared yourself and Hyunjin “just friends”.

He didn’t like it at all.

Minjoo smiled thinly, her smile not quite meeting her movie-star eyes with their perfectly done makeup. “It was lovely.”

She, too, felt a surge of wicked jealousy every time you and Hyunjin were together. It hadn’t bothered her as much at first, but now, it was almost all she thought about. The way he smiled at you, as if there was nothing and no one more important. The way he always jumped to choose you anytime anything ― a game, a project, anything at all ― involved a partner. The way he didn’t seem to care when you saw him in his glasses, but almost always avoided wearing them around her. The way he always chose yours whenever he needed a shoulder to cry into.

The way he felt so distant from her, even if he was next to her, and yet so close to you, even when you were apart.

And she hated it.

As Yongwoon left, he turned to press his lips against yours for a long moment, the intensity almost double that of any normal kiss of yours. He stole a glance at Hyunjin, who simply smiled a bright smile at him before brushing Minjoo’s lips with his and waving goodbye as she left. “I love you, Y/N,” he whispered, stepping out into the night.

“Hey, Y/N, want to stay over for the night?” Hyunjin asked. You smiled apologetically. “Nah, I wish I could, but Mom and Dad are going to video call to check in with me in about half an hour. I have to make dinner before getting started on my homework.”

“I could join you,” Hyunjin offered, his eyes lighting up. “And, to make up for last night, I can help you with homework today!”

“Hwang Hyunjin, you legend, you’re so amazing that I could 10/10 kiss you,” you declared.

He laughed, rumpling your hair gently. “You already did once, remember? Spin the bottle, seventh grade. You were my first kiss, Y/N!”

“Oh, yeah! That girl from the classroom next door, the one who kept ogling at you, looked like she was ready to pee herself!” you snickered, choking on your own laughter and erupting in a fit of coughing that left tears in your eyes; Hyunjin rubbed circles on your back soothingly, hoping to ease the coughs. Once he deemed it safe to leave your side, he hurried back into the kitchen to grab you a glass of water, which you took and gulped down gratefully. “Thanks, Hyunjinnie.”

“Don’t worry about it. And be more careful,” he scolded, earning an amused eye roll from you.

“See you tomorrow? Noon at that bubble tea place down the block?”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

“Good night, Hyunjinnie.”

As you left, he watched you, his fingers tingling where yours had been resting against them just a moment earlier, realizing how much you’d grown up… and wondering how he’d grown lucky enough to have you by his side during all these years.

Love me like you do, lo-lo-love me like you do Love me like you do, lo-lo-love me like you do Touch me like you do, to-to-touch me like you do What are you waiting for?

Love me like you do, lo-lo-love me like you do (like you do) Love me like you do, lo-lo-love me like you do (yeah) Touch me like you do, to-to-touch me like you do What are you waiting for?

He didn’t fail to meet you the next day ― in fact, he was early, waiting for you at an outdoor table as you arrived, wearing a mint-green hoodie and black yoga pants, your hair tied back in a neat ponytail.

“Hey, Sasquatch,” you called jokingly, and his glance snapped up from his phone to you, his eyes brightening and the corners of his full, rich coral-pink lips tugging themselves upwards into a bright grin.

“Y/N! Nice hoodie, the color suits you,” he exclaimed, tilting his head slightly to the side as he added, “is it new? I’ve never seen you wear it before.”

“Yeah, I bought it last week,” you said, feeling a rush of warmth rise in your chest at the fact that he’d noticed that small detail. He really did pay attention to everything.

“I love the color. Does it come in men’s?”

“Not sure. I’ll check, though ― we can go together, sometime tonight or tomorrow.”

“Sounds like a plan!” he declared, then glanced at the menu card in front of him. “I’m guessing you want your usual coconut milk tea, Y/N?”

“Yep, that’s me. Boring and predictable, like the old granny I am at heart,” you quipped, earning yourself another laugh from your companion.

“Predictable, maybe, since I’ve known you for so long,” Hyunjin agreed. “But boring? No way. You could never be boring, Y/N, no matter how long I’ve known you.”

You felt the color rising in your cheeks as you flushed pleasurably at your best friend’s compliment, which meant a lot more to you than he could imagine. “You’re sweet.”

His grin melted your heart as you grabbed the menu. “Let me guess ― you want the watermelon bubble tea. Again.”

“Why, Y/N,” Hyunjin gasped mockingly, his eyes widening, “however did you know?”

“Gee, I don’t know,” you said sarcastically, shrugging. “Maybe because you decided to even dress like a freaking watermelon for Halloween? And because you completely weeded that bag of Dum-Dums ― the one you were supposed to be handing out to the trick-or-treaters ― of watermelon lollipops? I could hear the kids complaining all the way down the street!”

“Okay, okay, Y/N,” he admitted, going red in the face. “You… kind of have a point there.”

You sat back with a triumphant smirk, which earned a grin from Hyunjin; within the minute, you both had begun to laugh hopelessly, till tears of mirth gathered themselves in both of your eyes and your sides ached with laughter.

After you’d both gotten your bubble teas, you sat for a while in silence. But it wasn’t the awkward silence that needed an ice-breaker; it was a comfortable silence, where neither of you needed to say anything to enjoy the moment spent in the other’s company.

You were the one who finally broke the silence. “Hey, Hyunjinnie, do you want to try a sip of my bubble tea? I realize, in all the times we’ve come here, you’ve never tried the coconut milk tea, while I’ve never tried the watermelon tea.”

“Sounds fun!” Hyunjin unhesitatingly leaned over, his cheek brushing against yours, as he took a sip from your straw, letting the new flavor soak onto his tongue for a moment before nodding his approval, his eyes lighting up. “Holy moly ― this is good! You have good taste, Y/N!”

You smirked at him before leaning across the table to take a sip of his drink, the watermelon flavor coating your tongue and cooling your throat as you swallowed. “Heck, I could say the same for you, Hyunjin! You might just have passed your obsession with all things watermelon on to me!”

It was a perfect moment, just you and him, peacefully enjoying each other’s company… till the sound of soft sobbing drew your attention away from Hyunjin. Your eyes scanned the bubble tea café till they found the source of the sound.

Minjoo.

And judging by the tears pouring down her face, she’d seen everything.

The color drained from Hyunjin’s face as he jumped up, practically knocking the umbrella off the table as he tried to make his way towards Minjoo, who heaved a sob and took a step back.

“Minjoo!” he yelled. “Minjoo, wait!”

“Minjoo!” You joined him, calling your friend’s name. “Minjoo, it’s not what it looks like!”

“Shit,” Hyunjin muttered. “I’ll… I’ll be back. I’m sorry to cut our outing short, Y/N, but...”

“Go,” you said grimly, your heart hammering with dread as you watched your best friend take off after his girlfriend, only hoping that things would turn out okay.

I'll let you set the pace 'Cause I'm not thinking straight My head spinning around I can't see clear no more What are you waiting for?

This time, when you woke up at 3:00 a.m., it wasn’t because of your phone, which had remained painfully silent all evening, save for a single text from your boyfriend, asking if you were free for a date that night. You’d declined his offer, sick with worry for your best friend’s predicament. He and Minjoo didn’t ever quarrel, and yet, the last you’d seen them, Minjoo was shouting at him, tears rolling down her cheeks, while he pleaded for her understanding.

Icy fear bubbled in your stomach as you lay awake against the pillows; the room felt uncharacteristically cold. You sighed, finally deciding there was no way you could get to sleep with so much worry gnawing at your mind ― maybe a midnight snack would help. You slid out from under the bedcovers, shivering as the cold air touched your bare legs ― you were just wearing shorts and a t-shirt ― and went downstairs into the kitchen, where you rummaged through the refrigerator and pantry, finding absolutely nothing that fit your cravings. You stretched, going to change clothes into a pink hoodie and black leggings, pulling your hair into a messy ponytail before grabbing your purse, pulling your car keys from them as you went outside into the driveway, opening the door and getting into your car. You started up the engine, waiting for a few moments as the heater warmed the inside, before reversing out of the driveway and beginning the fifteen-minute drive to the local Lotte.

The classical music playing over the stereo did nothing to ease your nagging worry, and all the way there, nausea roiled in your stomach like a vat of acid. You arrived in the parking lot of the supermarket, locking your car before entering the store and going straight to the dairy aisle, grabbing yourself five small bottles of your favorite brand of strawberry milk and paying for them quickly before hurrying outside again, the cover on your arm. You got back into your car, slamming the door shut, and left the parking lot, embarking on your return journey. About five minutes had passed when you suddenly screeched to a halt, pulling over abruptly, the color draining from your face.

A tall figure was staggering around on the curb, a bottle in hand. A very familiar tall figure. Your blood turned to ice as you recognized Hyunjin.

You’d never seen him drunk like this. Come to mention it, you’d never even seen him touch any remotely alcoholic beverage. You got out of your car, your heart pounding more wildly than it had ever pounded in your life, running to meet the boy with a tight hug.

“Hyunjin!” you cried, mingled pain and relief in your tone as you crushed him in a hug, aware that you were shaking from head to toe ― whether it was with anger or fear, you weren’t sure. Probably a mix of both, to be honest.

“Hey… hey, Y/N,” Hyunjin slurred unsteadily, staggering and practically half collapsing on you, leaving you struggling for a minute with the task of supporting his larger weight. He smiled an unfocused smile down at you, wiping the wetness from his eyes. “Whatcha doin’ awake at this late hour, Y/N?”

“I could ask you the same,” you said anxiously, your pulse thrumming with worry. “What happened to you? I’ve never seen you drink before, and suddenly you’re holding a beer bottle and rambling around, punch-drunk, on the streets at…” You glanced at your watch. “...3:15 a.m. Hyunjin, what the fuck is going on here? Where were you? Why didn’t you answer my calls?”

“Minjoo broke up with me.” The boy’s voice was slurred with drinking, his balance completely off-kilter; he sank against you, his tears wetting the collar of your hoodie. “She left me, Y/N. She said she was done, that we were over.”

You were aware that you, too, were crying: crying for the horrible state you’d found your best friend in, for the blame you were allotting to yourself ― crying, mostly, because Hyunjin was crying, and his tears hurt worse than anything.

“Hyunjin,” you whispered, sinking to your knees and letting the male sag against you, his head nestling into your shoulder as he hiccuped and cried as if his heart would break ― which it already had, that night. You wrapped your arms around him, rubbing his back soothingly as he cried it all out, till he had no tears left in him to cry, numb at last.

“Come on,” you murmured, guiding an unprotesting Hyunjin into your car, helping him buckle himself into the passenger seat as you drove home, the quiet classical music and the feeling of your sleeping best friend’s head on your shoulder giving you an odd tingling feeling.

Once you got home, you gently shook Hyunjin awake, letting him use you as a support for his terrible balance. He didn’t shake you off, letting you guide him upstairs and into your room, where you let him grab a change of clothes (you left the room while he changed, coming back in as soon as he gave you the thumbs-up) before collapsing onto your bed. You would have let him use the guest room, but, truth be told, you wanted to keep your eye on him, too scared that he’d do something stupid again. So you went into the bathroom, changing into your typical t-shirt and shorts, before collapsing on the bed beside him, exhausted from the day’s events.

“Y/N?” You couldn’t stop the tear that slipped down your cheek at the sound of Hyunjin’s tired voice, which sounded less slurred and more… him. He scooted towards you, gently tugging your shoulder so you were now facing him, and brushed the tear from your lashes, wiping away the glittering trail the tear had left on your skin.

“Y/N, I’m sorry,” he whispered, wrapping his arms tightly around you, an embrace you returned with just as much fervor. “I’m really, really sorry.”

“No, I’m sorry,” you choked out, the guilt overpowering you. “It’s my fault Minjoo broke up with you. She didn’t like how much time we spent together.”

Hyunjin shook his head. “No, Y/N, this is not your fault. I should have been clearer with her, and anyway...” He hesitated, continuing, “...Maybe it’s not all bad.”

Your eyes widened with surprise. “What?”

Hyunjin flushed slightly. “This might just be the alcohol talking, Y/N… I don’t know anymore. But when you were holding me on the curb, I could feel you shaking. I could hear you crying. And I was getting my snot and drool and tears all over you, and by that time, you probably reeked of alcohol as much as I did. But you still held me. Minjoo… probably wouldn’t have.”

“Come on, I’m sure she―”

“No, Y/N,” Hyunjin interrupted, shaking his head vehemently. “The one time when you were on that family trip in France and I caught the flu, Minjoo came over. She took care of me, but… but I could see the disgust in her eyes every time she saw me throw up or cough up mucus. The one time I cried into her shoulder, she immediately went to change clothes. She’s only there in my highs, Y/N, but you’ve been there all the time. She only knows the happy Hyunjin, but you know the real Hwang Hyunjin.”

“Hyunjin...” Your voice trailed off for a long moment before you managed, “What do you mean?”

“I mean...” Hyunjin took your hands in his larger ones, hesitating for a while before answering, “I mean… or, at least, I think I mean… that in a way, it’s always been you. This was just the universe’s way of showing me. I know I make zero sense, but...”

“No,” you said slowly, his words taking a moment to register. “No, I… I kind of get what you mean.”

Suddenly, it all made sense.

Why Hyunjin and your kiss, all those years ago, had seemed better and more full of life than any that you’d shared with your boyfriend.

Why the first person you called up whenever you found yourself free ― or needed to spill some news ― was Hyunjin, not your own boyfriend.

Why, even if you were spending the entire day out with your boyfriend, you had to steal into the bathrooms at least once to hear Hyunjin’s voice on the phone for at least five minutes.

Why skinship with Hyunjin felt so much natural and easier than skinship with Yongwoon.

Why everyone naturally assumed you two were a couple.

Maybe it was because deep down, that was what you were ― the only difference was that you’d both labeled the feeling as the wrong one, assuming that you were just best friends and remaining oblivious not only to the other’s feelings, but to your own.

“Hyunjin… I’ve spent so many days wondering why none of the kisses I’ve shared with Yongwoon have even come close to matching the one we shared in the seventh grade,” you admitted. “I guess it’s because they were missing the one key ingredient: spark. I won’t deny that I really like Yongwoon ― or, at least, I did, at the beginning ― but he’s just… not right for me, and I’m shocked it took this long for me to realize. He was always trying to steal me away from you, keep you away when we were both together, while you were always ready to share me with him… all to keep me happy.”

“Y/N...” Before you knew it, Hyunjin was leaning closer, and so were you, and you didn’t know how it happened, but suddenly, your lips were pressed against his, and there it was, that spark, the one you hadn’t felt against your lips for five years.

As you both pulled away, you realized the words didn’t need to be said ― the kiss had spoken volumes more than those three simple words. That was the lovely thing about gestures ― they could explain things in ways much more nuanced than even a dictionary.

That night, you fell asleep in Hyunjin’s arms, your legs tangled with his, your heartbeats synchronizing.

Love me like you do, lo-lo-love me like you do (like you do) Love me like you do, lo-lo-love me like you do (yeah) Touch me like you do, to-to-touch me like you do What are you waiting for?

Love me like you do, lo-lo-love me like you do (like you do) Love me like you do, lo-lo-love me like you do (yeah) Touch me like you do, to-to-touch me like you do What are you waiting for?

You woke up to the warm sunlight filtering through your window; that was, by far, the most peaceful sleep you’d gotten in the last few days. You stretched, yawning appreciatively, before your eyes fell on the still-sleeping form of Hwang Hyunjin beside you. You smiled fondly, pressing a kiss to his forehead ― he stirred slightly, the corners of his lips quirking upwards ever so slightly ― before slipping out from under the bedcovers, going downstairs to make yourself and Hyunjin some coffee. Right as you’d finished pouring the two mugs, your doorbell rang; you went to open the door, your mug of coffee in hand, and saw Yongwoon standing there, smiling a little sheepishly. “Oh. Hey.”

“I was worried about you,” Yongwoon said, launching right into it with no prior greeting. “You haven’t been yourself lately ― you keep refusing dates, you don’t answer my texts quickly ― I’m worried about you, Y/N.”

Footsteps made you both turn around; Hyunjin was coming downstairs, looking tired but much refreshed after having showered and changed clothes. His smile made your breath hitch; it was funny how liking someone made them even more attractive in your eyes, because before, you’d been able to notice how pretty his smile was, but now, it was as if you’d forgotten, or never fully appreciated, how breathtakingly stunning it was.

Yongwoon’s smile had faded, and he was studying Hyunjin with a frown, furrowing his brow. “Why is he here, Y/N?”

“He stayed the night. He wasn’t… feeling the best, so I thought it best if I took care of him.” Your tone made it clear you weren’t taking any arguments, which simply made your boyfriend even more uneasy.

“I don’t like it,” he said abruptly. “I don’t like it at all, Y/N. I know you call him your ‘best friend’, but as your boyfriend, I don’t like the idea of you being home alone with another guy. I won’t let you―”

“Let me? Let me?” Your eyes widened with incredulity; the anger that burned in their depths caused him to take a step back, surprised. “I only meant―”

“No, I’ve heard enough,” you decided. “You sound like my grandpa. My annoying, patriarchal grandpa.”

“Y/N―”

“This isn’t working.”

He froze, staring at you for some hint that this was just a joke, maybe a very, very early April Fools’ prank. When he saw nothing except seriousness on your face, he managed, blankly, “Y/N, I―”

“Look. Don’t get me wrong, there was a point where I really, really liked you. But that was before I realized, whatever else we had, there was no spark.”

“Y/N!” he protested, taking a step towards you. You took a step back, shaking your head quite calmly ― you didn’t know where all this calmness was coming from, but you were glad for it.

“I want you to be happy,” you said finally. “I don’t think I’m the answer to that. And I don’t think you’re my answer, either. I’m doing this for the both of us. It’d be nice if we could stay friends, but… that’s up to you.”

Yongwoon looked from Hyunjin to you, the realization dawning in his eyes, which flared with anger. He shook his head, simply leaving the house; after a moment, he turned around, pausing, his eyes slightly wet with the reality that he wasn’t yours anymore ― and hadn’t been, for a while. “I don’t know about that, Y/N.”

You hesitated for a long, long while. “Bye, Yongwoon.”

“Bye, Y/N.”

As soon as he’d left, the tears spilled out; now, it was Hyunjin’s turn to hold you as you cried against him, your tears soaking through the thin fabric of his white t-shirt as he guided you to the couch, his arms tight and warm around you as he held you till you couldn’t cry anymore.

“Thanks, Hyunjinnie,” you whispered, looking up gratefully at him. He brushed away your tears, smiling that signature fond smile he reserved only for you, and placed a warm, soft kiss on your forehead, sending that tingling feeling flooding through your body.

And as the first snow of the year began to fall, outside, you wrapped your arms around his neck, your lips meeting his in a burst of warmth.

“I love you, Hyunjin.”

“I love you more, Y/N.”

“No! Stop that, I love YOU more!”

“Y/N! Gah, stop tickling me! I love you most!”

“Surrender already! You know I love you more than most.”

“Yes… yes, I do.”

[squidkitties]

@highabovethecloudssomewhere​

Since I’m an easily confused bitch, I decided to keep track of the cats mentioned in Live A Hero by BeyondTheClouds777 on AO3 using a modified version of this base on dA. This was before chapter 12 clarified Rainbow was fully white, lmao, but since it has I’m still putting this one out. Every single cat here follows real cat genetics, and since BNHA takes place at least 150 years in the future, I figured some of the genes that are much rarer today might be more prevalent even in street cats! Red arrows are from kitten to adult color on the left; the ones on the right show what’s under the fully-white-masking gene. Green checks are the cat’s Izuku is keeping.

If you want the genetics involved as well as real life inspo, check under the cut!

Cats shown from left to right, top to bottom!

[F] MOTHER 1: Short normal coat (long carrier), solid chocolate tortoiseshell (genetically spotted) w/ 0-50% white, bobtail, & extra toes (cinnamon/dilute/classic/amber/point carrier). NOTE: Her extra toes are on her back paws. Ll/RR/ReRe/lplp/whwh bbl/XOXo/Dd/dmdm/aa/Mcmc/Spsp/tata/ii/wbwb/Ee/Ccs/Wsws/wdwd acac/sfsf/jbjb/mm/mkmk/Pdpd site --> pic

[M] FATHER 1: Long normal coat, silver classic tabby w/ 0-50% white (chocolate/dilute/solid/bobtail carrier). NOTE: Full brother to FATHER 2. ll/RR/ReRe/lplp/whwh Bb/XoY/Dd/dmdm/Aa/mcmc/spsp/tata/Ii/wbwb/EE/CC/Wsws/wdwd acac/sfsf/Jbjb/mm/mkmk/pdpd site ---> pic

[M] Fluffy: Long normal coat, solid black (genetically spotted mackerel) w/ 0-50% white, & extra toes (cinnamon/classic/amber/point/bobtail carrier). NOTE: Inverted his mother’s toes for thumb-like placement. ll/RR/ReRe/lplp/whwh Bbl/XoY/DD/dmdm/aa/Mcmc/Spsp/tata/ii/wbwb/Ee/Ccs/Wsws/wdwd acac/sfsf/Jbjb/mm/mkmk/Pdpd site --> pic

[F] Rainbow: Short normal coat (long carrier), silver lilac (dilute chocolate) & cream (dilute red) spotted mackerel tortoiseshell w/ 50-100% white & bobtail (cinnamon/solid/classic/point carrier). NOTE: This is her natural pattern. Makes constant use of her own Quirk: Color Drop: she can extend her individual colors to cover her whole body. Can be fully white, fully lilac, fully cream, or even the darker tabby-spot variants of lilac & cream if she ever concentrates on it. Ll/RR/ReRe/lplp/whwh bbl/XOXo/dd/dmdm/Aa/Mcmc/Spsp/tata/Ii/wbwb/EE/Ccs/WsWs/wdwd acac/sfsf/jbjb/mm/mkmk/pdpd site --> pic

[M] FATHER 2: Long normal coat, silver red (cameo) (genetically black) mackerel tabby (chocolate/classic/amber carrier). NOTE: Full brother to FATHER 1. ll/RR/ReRe/lplp/whwh Bb/XOY/DD/dmdm/AA/Mcmc/spsp/tata/Ii/wbwb/Ee/CC/wsws/wdwd acac/sfsf/JbJb/mm/mkmk/pdpd site --> pic

[M] Snickers: Long normal coat, silver black-to-amber (at 3 months old) classic tabby (chocolate/dilute/solid/point/bobtail carrier); still has black nose & pads. NOTE: He changes color because he has a realized Amber gene, which only seems to appear in VERY select purebreds. The site listed explains the gene, if anyone’s confused about it or hasn’t heard of it before. ll/RR/ReRe/lplp/whwh Bb/XoY/Dd/dmdm/Aa/mcmc/spsp/tata/Ii/wbwb/ee/Ccs/wsws/wdwd acac/sfsf/Jbjb/mm/mkmk/pdpd site --> kitten pic / adult pic

[M] Skittles: Long normal coat, silver red (cameo) mackerel tabby (genetically chocolate) w/ 0-50% white (cinnamon/dilute/solid/classic/amber/point/bobtail carrier) ll/RR/ReRe/lplp/whwh bbl/XOY/Dd/dmdm/Aa/Mcmc/spsp/tata/Ii/wbwb/Ee/Ccs/Wsws/wdwd acac/sfsf/Jbjb/mm/mkmk/pdpd site --> pic

[M] FATHER 3: Short normal coat, seal point (genetically spotted) (chocolate/dilute/classic/bobtail carrier) LL/RR/ReRe/lplp/whwh Bb/XoY/Dd/dmdm/aa/Mcmc/Spsp/tata/ii/wbwb/EE/cscs/wsws/wdwd acac/sfsf/Jbjb/mm/mkmk/pdpd site --> pic

[F] Marshmallow: Short normal coat (long carrier), solid full-chocolate point (genetically spotted mackerel) w/ 0-50% white & bobtail (dilute carrier) Ll/RR/ReRe/lplp/whwh bb/XoXo/Dd/dmdm/aa/McMc/Spsp/tata/ii/wbwb/EE/cscs/Wsws/wdwd acac/sfsf/jbjb/mm/mkmk/pdpd site --> kitten pic / adult pic

[M] FATHER 4: Long normal coat, solid blue (dilute black) w/ 50-100% white [van; white diamond face] (classic/point carrier) ll/RR/ReRe/lplp/whwh BB/XoY/dd/dmdm/aa/Mcmc/spsp/tata/ii/wbwb/EE/Ccs/WsWs/wdwd acac/sfsf/JbJb/mm/mkmk/pdpd site --> pic

[F] Icee: Short normal coat (long carrier), solid black (genetically classic) w/ 50-100% white [van; tuxedo masked face] & extra toes (chocolate/dilute/amber/bobtail carrier). NOTE: Her extra toes are on her hind feet like her mother’s, where placement is rarer than on the front. Ll/RR/ReRe/lplp/whwh Bb/XoXo/Dd/dmdm/aa/mcmc/spsp/tata/ii/wbwb/Ee/CC/WsWs/wdwd acac/sfsf/Jbjb/mm/mkmk/Pdpd site --> pic

+Mama 2 / Fistfight (injured front paw) & 3 newborns

[F] Fistfight: (FULLY WHITE MASKED) Short normal coat (long carrier), solid fawn (dilute cinnamon) (genetically mackerel) (classic/point/bobtail carrier). NOTE: Deaf in her left ear, though her right hears perfectly fine.

Ll/RR/ReRe/lplp/whwh blbl/XoXo/dd/dmdm/aa/Mcmc/spsp/tata/ii/wbwb/EE/Ccs/wsws/Wdwd acac/sfsf/Jbjb/mm/mkmk/pdpd

sites without white --> pic 

[M] FATHER 5: Long normal coat, black classic tabby w/ 0-50% white (chocolate/solid/amber carrier) ll/RR/ReRe/lplp/whwh Bb/XoY/DD/dmdm/Aa/mcmc/spsp/tata/ii/wbwb/Ee/CC/Wsws/wdwd acac/sfsf/JbJb/mm/mkmk/pdpd site --> pic

[F] Snowball: (FULLY WHITE MASKED) Short normal coat (long carrier), chocolate classic tabby (cinnamon/dilute/solid/point carrier). NOTE: Looks almost exactly like her mother. A rare case of an animal having a Quirk, Duplication: splitting once means their left eyes stay blue but the original has green on the right with the clone having yellow instead. Both copies can split again meaning 2 cats w/ two blue eyes, a third with green, & the fourth yellow. This one is the reason Izuku sometimes has more cats altogether than he should, & why sometimes he counts less kittens from Fistfight. Ll/RR/ReRe/lplp/whwh bbl/XoXo/Dd/dmdm/Aa/mcmc/spsp/tata/ii/wbwb/EE/CCs/wsws/Wdwd acac/sfsf/JbJb/mm/mkmk/pdpd site with her mother --> pic site without white (in brown section) --> pic

[M] FATHER 6: Short normal coat (long carrier), red ticked tabby (genetically black) w/ 0-50% white (cinnamon/dilute/classic carrier) Ll/RR/ReRe/lplp/whwh Bbl/XOY/Dd/dmdm/AA/Mcmc/spsp/TaTa/ii/wbwb/EE/CC/Wsws/wdwd acac/sfsf/JbJb/mm/mkmk/pdpd site --> pic

[M] NEWBORN 2: Long normal coat, fawn (dilute cinnamon) ticked tabby (solid/classic/bobtail carrier) ll/RR/ReRe/lplp/whwh blbl/XoY/dd/dmdm/Aa/Mcmc/spsp/Tata/ii/wbwb/EE/CC/wsws/wdwd acac/sfsf/Jbjb/mm/mkmk/pdpd sites German? version OR English version --> pic

[M] FATHER 7: Long normal coat, solid blue (dilute black) (genetically mackerel) ll/RR/ReRe/lplp/whwh Bbl/XoY/dd/dmdm/aa/Mcmc/spsp/tata/ii/wbwb/EE/CC/wsws/wdwd acac/sfsf/JbJb/mm/mkmk/pdpd site --> pic

[M] NEWBORN 3: (FULLY WHITE MASKED) Long normal coat, solid fawn (dilute cinnamon) (genetically mackerel) (bobtail carrier). NOTE: Born with a patch of a suggestion of his base color on the top of his head which eventually fades. Has a quirk (and no one will notice except maybe Kouda): he’s got entirely violet eyes, an eye color not available in anything other than an albino (not just white) cat. ll/RR/ReRe/lplp/whwh blbl/XoY/dd/dmdm/aa/McMc/spsp/tata/ii/wbwb/EE/CC/wsws/Wdwd acac/sfsf/Jbjb/mm/mkmk/pdpd site (Wild About Harry) --> pic sites without white (directory) --> full page --> pic

+Tree-Rescue Kitty

[F] Fiddlesticks: Short normal coat, solid fawn (dilute cinnamon) (genetically mackerel) (classic/point/bobtail carrier). NOTE: Has dichromatic eyes (pic) of hazel & green. ll/RR/ReRe/lplp/whwh blbl/XoY/dd/dmdm/aa/McMc/spsp/tata/ii/wbwb/EE/CC/wsws/Wdwd acac/sfsf/Jbjb/mm/mkmk/pdpd site (Butterscotch) --> pic

GENE DECODING

Fur Length: Short (LL), Short (Ll), Long (ll) Cornish Rex: Normal coat (RR), Normal coat (Rr), Wavy coat (rr) Rex/Hairless: Normal coat (ReRe), Normal coat (Rere), Normal coat (Rehr), Selkirk rex coat (SReSRe), Selkirk rex coat (SReRe), Devon rex coat (rere), Hairless (hrhr) LaPerm: Normal coat (lplp), Curly coat (Lplp), Curly coat (LpLp) Wirehair: Normal coat (whwh), Wirehair (Whwh), Wirehair (WhWh)

Eumelanin: Black (BB), Black (Bb), Black (Bbl), Chocolate (bb), Chocolate (bbl), Cinnamon (blbl) Red: [M] Not Red (XoY), Red (XOY), [F] Not Red (XoXo), Red (XOXO), Tortoiseshell (XOXo) Dilution: Non-dilute (DD), Non-dilute (Dd), Dilute (dd) Dilute Modifier: No modifier (dmdm), Caramelized (Dmdm), Caramelized (DmDm) > Dense (dilute; caramelized): black (blue), chocolate (lilac), cinnamon (fawn), red (cream; apricot) Agouti: Solid/Non-agouti (aa), Tabby (Aa), Tabby (AA) Tabby: Mackerel (McMc), Mackerel (Mcmc), Classic/Splotched (mcmc) Spotted: Normal (spsp), Spotted (Spsp), Spotted (SpSp) Ticked: Normal (tata), Ticked (Tata), Ticked (TaTa) Silver/Smoke: Non-silver (ii), Silver (Ii), Silver (II) > Smokes are Silver+Solid Wide Band (on hairs): Normal (wbwb), Wide Band (Wbwb), Wide Band (WbWb) Amber: Non-Amber (EE), Non-Amber (Ee), Amber (ee) Colorpoint: Not pointed (CC), Not pointed (Ccs), Not pointed (Ccb), Colorpoint (cscs), Mink (cscb), Sepia (cbcb) White Spotting (white areas): No white (wsws), 0-50% white (Wsws), 50-100% white (WsWs) Dominant White (fully white): Not white (wdwd), White (Wdwd), White (WdWd)

Curled Ears: Normal ears (acac), Curled ears (Acac), Curled ears (AcAc) Folded Ears: Normal ears (sfsf), Folded ears (Sfsf), SFSF dies in womb Bobtail: Full tail (JbJb), Full tail (Jbjb), Bobtail (jbjb) Manx: Long tail (mm), Short/No tail (Mm), MM dies in womb Munchkin: Normal legs (mkmk), Short legs (Mkmk), MkMk dies in womb Polydactyl: No extra toes (pdpd), Extra toes (Pdpd), Extra toes (PdPd)

[lydstm]

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𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

FULL NAME.     lydia martin PRONUNCIATION.       lih - dee - ah   m - ahr - tin NICKNAME.     lyd/lyds GENDER.       cis - female HEIGHT.   5′3  AGE.   21 , verse dependent ZODIAC.         leo SPOKEN LANGUAGES.     english , both archaic and classical latin, moderate french, mandarin, and spanish

𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

HAIR COLOR.         strawberry blonde @ me EYE COLOR.         a mossy sort of green. SKIN TONE.         decently fair. BODY TYPE.         fluctuates, but rather petite, hourglass with more of an emphasis at her chest. but her thighs tend to fill out fastest when she puts on weight! ACCENT.         doesnt quite have one— standard american accent ? no real inflections on certain words, etc.  VOICE.         always a little bit raspy and low, a little bit whistle-y / whisper-y . it crackles a bit, a little bit too scream-torn, hoarse, but even before her banshee abilities took root she had a lower, raspier sort of tone. v sexy. she’s pretty fluent in speech pattern, doesn’t stumble too frequently. can get shrill when upset. DOMINANT HAND.         right hand. POSTURE.         absolutely beautiful she sits almost statuesque and pretty !! does not slouch very often unless she’s doing work on her laptop in bed.  SCARS.          she has a decently sized scar on her waist from tracy’s tail. it’s one of the biggest she has, just about touches her hip, and spans up her side to about mid - stomach. she also has a lot of head scars from eichen that are now hidden by her hair, but you can feel them if you run your fingers through it, right above her ears, mostly. she has a tiny round scar on her right on her left kneecap from tripping in the 3rd grade, and a few other various minor injury scars that just never faded. one on the inside of her thigh from getting herself shaving at 14 lmao TATTOOS.        none BIRTHMARKS.      none         MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURE(S).    her lips are prettypretty and big, in proportion to her face, most notably her top lip. it is just as thick, if not more, than her bottom one, when that’s usually not the case for lips. she has very long hair, usually curled, and she’s just. her face? can i list that as a notable feature she’s beautiful      

𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 !

PLACE OF BIRTH.    beacon hills , california   HOMETOWN.          beacon hills , california BIRTH WEIGHT.         5 pounds 11 ounces BIRTH HEIGHT.         21.5 inches MANNER OF BIRTH.         c section FIRST WORDS.         mama SIBLINGS.      none, verse dependent PARENTS.        natalie martin & nicholas martin ( separated ) PARENTAL INVOLVEMENT.         they have always been a little bit absent, even when they were still together. natalie took most care of lydia during the early years — nicholas was never really present. he worked long hours, came home late, left home early. weekends were dubbed theirs, where they’d have family dinners both saturday and sunday, which lydia loved. but eventually those stopped, the divorce happened, and things fell apart even further. after the divorce, natalie threw herself into a lot of work, and a lot of dating, and lydia grew up relatively isolated. natalie always meant the best for her daughter, and loved her dearly, and lydia grew to know and understand that, come high school. natalie’s involvement in her daughter’s wellbeing drastically improved over the years. she’s a good mother who made a few mistakes and they have a good relationship.

𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 !

OCCUPATION.         actuary + also in school for her phd, but she is always working on a new risk model formula to help improve the risk to actual % ratio for her field’s medal.  CURRENT RESIDENCE.          cambridge , massachusetts ; eventually beacon hills , california CLOSE FRIENDS.         allison argent, stiles stilinski, scott mccall, malia tate, liam dunbar, cora hale, kira yukimura. RELATIONSHIP STATUS.         dating & eventually married to stiles stilinski ( @uniewaznic ) uwu FINANCIAL STATUS.         middle class DRIVER’S LICENSE.   obtained CRIMINAL RECORD.         none VICES.        gluttony, alcohol and, especially in her younger years, a decent amount of pain relievers when she was stressed, sex, lydia absolutely uses sex as a distraction, a way to keep out of her emotions. playing stupid. occasional jealousy. 

𝐬𝐞𝐱 & 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 !

SEXUAL ORIENTATION.         bisexual , no preference ROMANTIC ORIENTATION.         biromantic , no preference PREFERRED EMOTIONAL ROLE.       submissive  |  dominant |  switch. PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE.       submissive  |  dominant |  switch. LIBIDO.         very high TURN ON’S.        intelligence, if you can match her intellectually that’s a huge plus. lydia also very much likes being appreciated (if she’s!! into you!! if not don’t be creepy),  so showing interest, being blatant in it, telling her you want her, letting her know!! she digs that shit lmao. humor is a big one, a sense of adventure. loves teasing, being teased only in certain situations. if you can actually show here where she’s wrong on something she’s going to bitch about it but it’s highkey hot. make her laugh!! confidence is a nice one too!!  TURN OFF’S.         bland personalities, and she’s really truly done with superficial shit. big bank account boasting isn’t cute anymore. that’s not what she’s really about. mansplaining is the biggest turn off like a FULL 0/10, quickest way to get her to not talk to you. any sort of women degradation, making them appear lesser, weaker. another big turn off is any sort of manipulation. she doesn’t like feeling small.  LOVE LANGUAGE.     gifts!!! and so much touching, she could hold someone for hours. also a palm on the arm, fingers linked, etc. touching!!! is so !!! important !!! also checking in. making sure they eat. if they’re weather prepared. etc. RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES.        ^^^ that being said!!! however, she isn’t the most outwardly romantic person. depending on the relationship it gets better, but. lydia always tended to have relationships that weren’t...always...built on affection. most of them were more sexual. so, since that’s what she knows, she tends to be a little less on the big romantic gestures, but : ( she’s a romantic at heart!! loves cheesy sweet movies !! loves the gestures !! with stiles (once they’re in a relationship!!)  it’s easier to be more affectionate, because he’s affectionate and good with her. 

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 !

CHARACTER’S THEME SONG.         shallow. HOBBIES TO PASS TIME.         social media scrolling. clearing out her emails. loves to read scholarly articles—mostly math related, but the science ones (particularly physics) are equally thrilling. lots of reading in general. big netflix fan, if she’s got a lazy day she’ll happily watch crime dramas for as long as she can. baths!!! lydia will sit in a bath with a face mask and a glass of wine for a leisure evening. getting stiles to do face masks in said bath with her is an additional hobby. happens at least twice a week. she also loves yoga and pilates and cycling, and will cycle between the three classes throughout the week. a weird one, but she doesn’t actually mind folding laundry, and an addendum hobby to that is bitching at stiles to fold his own laundry just for the fun of being annoying. MENTAL ILLNESSES.  ptsd. bouts of insomnia and paranoia. not quite sure if it fits entirely, but she still occasionally sleepwalks.  PHYSICAL ILLNESSES.         frequent and intense migraines, along with occasional unexplainable head pains from the physical trauma eichen has left on her body.  LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED.         left brained PHOBIAS.      most of her fears do not quite constitute a phobia level, as she is still functional and rational through the thing she fears. most of the fears themselves are rather rational. however, lydia does tend to have an irrational knee-jerk reaction to being physically grabbed by the arm/wrist/shoulder in any sort of aggressive way. waist is fine, most things are fine, she just has a physical genuine terrified reaction to being grabbed like that. also, while not quite a phobia, the way she reacts to being yelled at / doing something wrong / making some sort of mistake / spilling something / breaking something / etc is EXTREMELY worrying, and also not a rational, reasonable reaction. it is an emotional trauma she has not quite worked through. SELF CONFIDENCE LEVEL.         decently high, but fluctuates. lydia has a good view of herself, knows her worth and her intelligence, but there were certainly periods of time where she heavily, heavily felt like dead weight in peoples’ lives, where she was told she ruined everything. it stuck with her. it still has not left, even though she is comfortable where she is now. VULNERABILITIES.        getting too caught up in needing to be perfect. her heart in general is a vulnerability, softer than she lets!! people!! believe. kind of an aside, but she’s physically vulnerable to illnesses when the seasons change. she’s good about it, barely stays home, but she always gets some kind of cold. 

TAGGED BY.  @uniewaznic baby ♡ TAGGING. @argaents @farmorepersonal @boycrowned @taeted @dilkos @stuartwcmbly @limitknown + anyone who wants ! ♡

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Crowley Stories: Puppy Love: Chapter 1

Hello everyone! How is everyone night or morning? I had the idea earlier to make separate stories not relating to “He’s a Monster...” all involving Crowley and more than likely myself because I suck at reader inserts lol. Plus he deserved to be loved by someone. 

Anyway, I don’t know what all i’ll write but they’ll probably be oneshots/twoshots/threeshots or short stories. This one will be a short story so maybe 5-6 chapters. Depending on how creative I get and what ideas I think of. 

Now onto what you’ve been waiting for: 

Summary: In this short story, Crowley and myself (Lexi) get turned into dogs after falling asleep in the bunker and waking up in a alley in a unknown, or mostly unknown, place. Due to being dogs, they can’t help but chase squirrels, bark at cats, or become afraid of storms. 

For the most part, Crowley has control over himself and can hide the fears he now has easily, allowing him to have more time stopping Lexi from killing herself by running into the streets or comforting her when she’s scared. 

On their journey to find who did this and return to their old selves, they learn to enjoy the other’s company more than they already did, start to like the attention beings dogs gives them, and even end up running into familiar people before the fun ends when they get caught and taken to the pound. 

With Crowley powerless, they are forced to sit and hope someone gets them both out of there before they get put on death row. Crowley just hopes whoever gets them out doesn’t have him neutered or they’ll have to put him down due to his aggression he already shown when they tried to split them up. 

With the boys busy dealing with Lucifer and the soon to be birth of his son, it seems they are on their own to battle their problems together. 

Holy shit that was a long ass summary huh? Lmao. Moving on to other things:

Rating: This will be a cutesy story full of fluff with swears mixed in but otherwise nothing too bad. So... it’s gonna be rated T for the swears but it won’t be a lot. 

Warnings: None. 

Characters: Mainly Crowley and Lexi (OC/myself)

I think that’s about it. Enjoy!

Crowley One-Shots & Short Stories

Puppy Love Chapter 1 -

“Finally. They’re gone.” I mutter to myself as I stand by the door to the garage and watch the boys and Mary leave to go find Castiel.

Once they’re out of sight, I shut the door and head back downstairs to where Crowley was sitting and looking pissed off.

“Don’t look at me like that.” I roll my eyes as I walk back up to him.

“What? I can’t glare at my baby-” Crowley let out a yell when I pulled the knife out of his hand.

“No. No you can’t glare at your babysitter.” I reply, setting it down on the table as he gave me a weird look. “Now why are you looking at me like that? Did you want the knife to stay in?”

“Uh no.” He blinked and shook his head. “Just wasn’t expecting you to take it out.”

“Well, the boys are gone and what they don’t know won’t hurt them. Besides, it would’ve gotten boring sitting and staying here instead of moving around the bunker and quite frankly, I need a walk.” I shrug.

“Should I get a leash?” Crowley smirked and stood up.

“Haha. You’re hilarious.” I say with a straight face.

I glance down to his hand and see that it’s still bleeding out.

“We should get that taken care of. And clean all that blood up too.” I say, still looking at it.

“Got any bandages?” Crowley asks and I nod. “Follow me.” I reply and turn to walk away.

“Well, what should we do. Go help the boys or stay here and have some fun ourselves?” Crowley asks as we walk to the kitchen.

“I wouldn’t mind having a beer and I’m sure you’ll like a whiskey, right?”

“I could go for one.” I see him nod out of the corner of my eye. ’

“Let’s get that hand taken care of first though.” I say as we reached the kitchen. “I’ll grab a first aid kit. As you can imagine, we have like 10 of them in here.”

“I wonder why…” He said sarcastically.

After about 20 minutes, I cleaned up his wound and put some bandages on it. Once that was done, we went back to the main area, cleaned up the blood, and got some whiskey and a beer.

“Lexi?” Crowley started suddenly.

“Hm?” I hummed, checking my phone for any messages since I left it there while I took care of Crowley.

“Why didn’t you just go with the boys?” He asked.

“Because they told me to stay here.” I replied.

“Still. You’re 20 years old. You could’ve just left with them.” Crowley replied, taking a sip of whiskey, watching me scroll through my phone.

“Can I admit something to you?” I turned my phone off and glanced up to him to see him staring at me, curiously.

“Anything, darling.” Crowley said. “What’s wrong? I can tell something is bothering you.”

“Well…something is bothering me.” I replied with a sigh and look away, focusing on my bottle. “Go on…” He urged.

“Yah know how you saved me from the BMOL a while back after they kidnapped me and was slowly and painfully torturing me to death instead of just terminating me quickly like they did with other American hunters?”

“Yes.” Crowley nodded, feeling a sudden anger overwhelm him. He knew how damaged and in pain I was and used his magic to fix me the best that he could so I’ll be my old self again.

“Mary was actually the one to shoot me with this special gun that weakened me severely. And this was before she was even close to being brainwashed.”

“I didn’t know mama Winchester was the one that kidnapped you.” Crowley said and I nodded.

“Yeah. Well, it happened….literally right there.” I pointed to the other side of the table we were at.

“Where were the boys?” Crowley asked.

“Out getting food.” I said, sadly and avoiding his eyes. “You know what she said to me at that very moment?”

“Hm?” Crowley hummed and I looked back to him.

“That she felt that I was only fooling the boys by making them see me as a ‘younger sister’ and was planning on backstabbing them one day. That I should be executed before I got the chance to hurt them.” I started. “Among other hurtful words that I tried to laugh off but failed…”

“….I know Ketch was probably putting things inside of her head, even if she wasn’t brainwashed yet. But it still hurt. And all because I’m friends with you and I guess in a odd way, Rowena too.” I finished with a huff.

Crowley was silent for a moment and allowed that to sink in. he felt a mixture of anger and happiness. He hated hearing that I was still hurting in a few ways and the boys didn’t even know it. But he was happy to hear that I did see him as a friend. “That’s awful.” He finally said. By that point, my head was resting on my left arm on the table and I was staring at the wall on the other side of the room. “I’m sorry you had to suffer through that.”

“To make things worse, I already had a very low self esteem and confidence. The boys actually helped me come out of my shell. But hearing how I was a lost cause and a not a hero…how I deserved to die for simply knowing that not all monsters are evil… that really fucked whatever confidence I finally had and now my self esteem has been back to being dangerously low.”

“I don’t see why it wouldn’t be so low. Has Mary even apologized for hurting and trying to kill you?” He asked.

“Hm hmm.“ I gave a confirmation hum. “I told her I forgave her but truth is, I didn’t. I can’t bring myself to forgive her no matter how much I want to. And I can’t find it in me to trust her either.”

“What reasons, other than her being their mother, would you have to even want to trust her? Especially since she helped kill other hunters. Yes she was brainwashed by that point but she was perfectly aware of what she was doing when she tried to have you killed.” Crowley replied.

“True…” I trailed off and lifted my head, looking to him. “Yah know, I still don’t like how hostile she was towards you when you first met before saving Cas. Thanks for that by the way.“

“You already thanked me for that. I’m surprised she didn’t start trusting me even slightly after that.“ Crowley said.

“Why would she? Especially since everyone in that barn was almost killed due to her not wanting to give up that damn thing.“

“I suppose.“ He shrugged.

“To be honest, I was hoping they’ll tell me to stay here with you rather than sitting in the back with her.” I smiled.

“I’m glad you’re here keeping me company and got my hand taken care of.” He smiled back.   I giggled happily and finished my drink. After yawning, I decided a nap sounded nice.

“Getting sleepy, darling?” Crowley asked and I nodded.

“Sort of.” I rubbed my right eye.

“Well, why won’t we move to your bedroom. After all, you didn’t want to stay in here the whole time anyway.” Crowley suggested.

“Okay.” I nodded again. “Come on.”

After getting to my bedroom, I laid down on one side and patted the other, motioning Crowley to lay down too. Once he did, I relaxed my muscles and closed my eyes.

“Crowley?” He hummed as a response. “Please don’t go. I don’t want to wake up bored and alone.”

“I’m not going anywhere.” Crowley said after a few seconds. “Now go to sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.” He put two fingers to my forehead, effectively knocking me out.

Once I was sleeping, Crowley sighed and closed his eyes too. He didn’t need to sleep but a little rest didn’t hurt anyone.

------ Later ------

A few hours later, I woke up with a whine. I wasn’t on my bed anymore that’s for sure. If Crowley moved me as a joke, I’m going to kill him and make sure he stays dead.

“Crowley…?” I started as I opened my eyes.

Looking around, I noticed immediately that I was on the ground and in a alley. And that everything seemed bigger than usual.

“What the Hell…” I made a move to get up on my feet but stayed on all fours instead. “Huh…?” I looked down and what I saw surprised me. I could still see in color, thank Chuck for that, but when I looked down I saw brown legs and white paws with black nails. Walking a few times in a circle, I could see the rest of my small body was mostly brown with some dark brown on my back and tail and more white on my chest.

“What in the name of HELL did Crowley do to me!?” I literally growled out loud. He was asking to die.

“What are you growling and yelling for you mutt?!” I heard Crowley’s voice down the alley a ways and turned around to head that way.

“What did you do to…” I looked around but only saw a black pug, wearing a gray tie, that shakily got up to his feet. “…me…”

“What are you talking about-” The pug, with Crowley’s voice, said as he stared at me and looked me up and down. “…Lexi?”

“…Crowley?” I said back.

“Why are you a actual mutt now?” He questioned.

“Why are you a pug?” I asked and he stared at me for a moment before laughing.

“Very funny.” Crowley said.

“Dude. Look around, everything is bigger now and don’t you feel like you’re on all fours instead of two feet?” I asked, taking a few steps towards him as he took a few towards me.

I could see the smile that was on the dog’s face drop as we reached each other. Crowley looked down and behind him, realizing what I already knew and told him.

“WHY AM I A BLOODY DOG!?” He yelled towards me.

“I was hoping you’ll know.” I replied.

“Why would I turn us both into dogs and ditch us God knows where?” “I don’t know.” I titled my head. “What’s the last thing you remember?”

“I put you to sleep and closed my eyes to relax and wait for you to wake up.” Crowley said, confirming what I remember.

“Okay. That’s the last thing I remember.” I said. “Would Rowena do this as a sick joke and to annoy us?” I sat down as I asked that.

“I don’t know…maybe…” Crowley shook his doggie head and sat down across from me. “But I feel like this wasn’t done by a witch…”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“It feels more like what a trickster or something would do. I mean, if my mother did this, she would‘ve sent us to the pound and lied about us attacking her to have us killed.” Crowley said and I thought about what he said, which was true.

If Rowena did this, she would’ve sent us straight to the pound. Or split us up and abandon us wherever. She wouldn’t keep us together like a trickster would do.

“Now that you mention it, this does seem like something a trickster would do but why us? And whose the trickster?” I asked.

“Would about that archangel?” Crowley suggested.

“Gabriel? Isn’t he dead?” I asked. “Maybe Chuck finally brought him back but now is a pretty random time to do it. Unless he is going to help the boys take care of Lucifer and his kid but why would he turn us into dogs first?”

“I don’t know…” Crowley huffed and stood up. “Come on, Lexi-pup.”

I stood up and followed him out of the alley and onto the sidewalk.

“We have to find a sign or something to figure out where we’re at.” Crowley said and began walking a random direction.

“Let’s hope we find something soon.” I said as my stomach growled. “Really? You’re hungry now?” Crowley looked back to me. “Actually…”

“What?” I asked. “I can’t help that I’m starving!”

“Literally.” Crowley muttered and looked at my sides. “You’re ribs are showing slightly.”

“Same as yours.” I said, inspecting him as he inspected me. “I also just noticed I’m not too much bigger than you. You’re about the average size for a pug, other than being really malnourished that is. And I assume I’m about the size of a Pit Bull? Maybe smaller?”

“Sounds right.” Crowley nodded. “Well, let’s go look for a sign AND food cause now I’m hungry too.”  

“Why don’t you just use your demon powers?” I suggested as we began walking in a random direction.

Crowley stopped walking and tried to face palm himself.

“Stay.” He commanded to me and tried to teleport. “…They aren’t working. None of my powers are working!”

“None of them?” I pinned my ears back, unconsciously. “That’s not good! So we’re both really hungry, normal dogs?”

“It would seem so.” Crowley replied with a huff. “This is going to suck.”

“You can say that again.” I replied and started walking with him following.

“Well, we aren’t in a big city. That’s obvious.” Crowley said, looking around.

“Yah know, I feel like I’ve been here before…” I say as I begin to recognize the area.

“You probably were.” Crowley said.

“Hmmm.”

I’m actually working on a picture of the dog versions of them. It’ll be a awful pug cause I can’t draw them but oh well. I’ll probably post the picture here whenever it’s finished.