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biteyoubiteme · 9 months ago

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black cherry flavored

ot5 txt x fem!reader

synopsis: how many ghostfaces are there again?

warnings: 🔞!!! gangbang, mentions of drinking, getting scared, fearplay? reader gets chased through house and doesnt know who it is, knifeplay (only used to cut off underwear), clit play, mean dom moments, filming during sex, slight breeding kink, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms (f!), creampie(s), marking, subspace, fingering, oral (m! rec), hair pulling!, overstim (f!rec), she/her used prob forgot some

wc: 9.2k (this one got away from me)

an: this is not proofread at all im so so so sorry forgive me sweet angel ily but I cannot believe october is over and this event has come to an end ;-; I hope you guys like this one! im a HUGE horror movie fan so I was excited to do this and hopefully it turned out well. I went with a different approach for a scream fic that was kinda based on different aspects from the movies and I hope you like it! feedback is appreciated :)) [m.list]

this is apart of my mini kinktober event check out the rest of the fics! [dumdum m.list]

"whats your favorite scary movie?"

You roll your eyes, hand coming up to cover the screen of your laptop. “Aren't you supposed to be doing your own work not pestering me about mine?”

It was late in the night, the library dead silent besides the hum of the heater and faint typing on stiff keyboards. The door to the study space was cracked just enough to hear the elevator if it dinged, the indicator the floor would soon be closing for the cleaning staff. The clock on the wall told you it was close to one in the morning, only an hour away from the library being cleared and closed.

“I'm avoiding the rest of my essay,” beomgyu shrugs, clicking his pen as a signal for an end to the line of questioning. “Annoying you just seemed like a better plan,”

“Annoying all of us, I needed this done an hour ago,” yeonjun doesn't even look up from his laptop, glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose, lenses glossed over with the light from his screen, fingers speeding over the keys only to pause and jam the delete button. “Fuck, i lost my train of thought,”

“It's already late, just turn it in tomorrow morning,” huening suggests, slouched back in his chair, thumbs nibbly swiveling on the joystick of his switch. “The syllabus said it was ten points off no matter how late after twelve you submit it,”

“Don't talk to me right now, you got yours in on time. And I'm getting this done tonight whether I like it or not. I won't be able to handle looking at it tomorrow morning. the paper just won't get turned in at all if that happens,” yeonjuns back to typing furiously squinting at his laptop not noticing kais grin.

“You should have listened to me about meeting up at nine, but nooo-”

“Huening,” yeonjun warns.

“I'm just saying…”

Yeonjun picks up one of Soobin's scattered pens from the table, tossing it at Kai hitting him in the lap. And when Kai just laughs, Yeonjun picks up a few more to throw, the showering of pens making Kai yelp.

“Shhh,” soobin doesn't even lift his head to see what's going on. He and tae had been trying to sleep for the better part of two hours, Taehyun having found success, sliding two chairs together to prop his legs up. He pulled his hat down over his eyes and hasn't said anything since closing them. Soobin only crossed his arms and laid his head down, leg bouncing showing he was still struggling to actually find it in him to sleep without his bed.

The six of you usually booked the room on Friday nights from nine to two, blocking the time to try and catch up on work before the weekend. It was either the time you got the most work done or none at all. You're surprised it took beomgyu this long to finally turn away from his assignment at this point he's usually at the whiteboard doodling or trying to get everyone to play dirty hangman.

It was easier to get all of you together here instead of one of your small dorms, the space hardly big enough for three people let alone six. In the library you didn't have to worry about cramming together, the fourth floors study spaces equipped with long tables and eight chairs. Out of the two libraries on campus this one didn't have many people visit often, especially not when the walk from any of the dorms was twice as long. The fourth floor was empty and quiet except for the group's laughter on nights you didn't worry about work.

“You didn't answer that question,” beomgyu points out again, pointer finger pushing away your hand blocking the screen, “what's your favorite scary movie?”

“I didn't answer it because I can't choose,” you confess, scrolling through the paper you're writing for class.

“Is your homework twenty questions?” soobins voice is muffled, annoyed and sleep-ridden.

“No-”

beomgyu cuts you off before you could explain, brows scrunching as he reads. “Looks like it, this one is ‘what are the rules around sex’ there is no way this actually for your class,”

“What?” this pulls soobins head up, the messy strands of his dark hair sticking up around his forehead.

“Of course you wake up when you hear the word sex,” yeonjun quips, pursing his lips reading over his work on his screen.

“No need to wake up you type so loud i couldn't fall asleep,” soobin says brushing his long fingers through his hair, you always noticed the later it got the grumpier he became, pouting lips and half lidded eyes always making an appearance after midnight.

“It's for my film studies class. We’re learning about the rules of horror,” its clarification enough for soobin who nods but beomgyu lets his head tilt to the side, the vision of a question mark.

“Rules? You can't just send a killer in, have them spill some blood, and call it a day?”

“You could, but i'm sure it would follow a pattern, even without you realizing it,” scrolling through your work you pause on the first option. “First you have to think about the time period when the movie was filmed. Most of the popular ones ranged from the 80’s to the early 2000’s. A huge push in most cultures is the topics of sex, drugs, and money. It's the three things people try to control the most. Throw a bunch of badly behaving teens in with a psycho killer playing god and you can tell the masses how wrong something is. Like having sex,”

“So wrong it would get you killed?”

“Yup, in most, if not all, horror movies the people who have sex on screen or are known for sleeping around get killed off, leaving the poor virgin alive. Main characters who live to the end also don't drink, or do drugs. Rich people aren't safe, especially if you have a big empty house with lots of stairs, doors, and windows. The more for you to make the wrong decision not to exit from,”

“Then who does live?” Kai asks, game paused in hand.

“The girl next door lead, never her boyfriend, the camera man, unless you see him leave the group because you should never leave the group under any circumstances. But everyone else is fair game. Oh and if you say ‘i'll be right back,’ the lines a killer in and of itself,”

“So I'd die because I like to have a good time?” yeonjun asks, fingers paused on his keys as he looks over at you. Everyone but tae is turned in your direction, listening intently.

“Unless you're the killer, or lucky because you weren't in line of the camera when you decided it was smart enough to leave the house. It's very kill or be killed. Another rule is to never trust anyone,”

“The list just gets longer and longer,” soobin sits back in his chair, arms crossed behind his head as he stretches, “you know i saw this one post on twitter that some people like the whole masked killer thing, gets them off,”

“Of course you would be on twitter looking at stuff like that,” gyu fakes disappointment, shaking his head, “this is exactly why you wouldn't survive, you're a closeted perv,”

“I don't know about closeted perv, he was openly scrolling past hentai the other day in the dorm,” yeonjun is back to typing, soobin kicking the foot of his chair.

“Past it, i didn't pause on it,”

“It was on your for you page! Clearly you have a habit of liking things akin to it,”

“I don't know, I think it's kinda hot, the mask thing. or i guess more so the build up of fear, it's almost like foreplay, your pulse starts going, you get all flushed. And I did see this clip of these two guys dressed up…” this wouldn't be the first time any of you confessed to watching something that turned you on. All of you had been friends for years, growing up nothing had ever been an off limits topic. You can see the video in your head, the way they held the girl between them; how they manhandled her down onto the bed.

“So you and soobin are both freaks,” beomgyu grins, the need to tease showing right in his eyes.

“A threesome is not freaky,” Taehyun states, breaking his silence, hat still over his eyes, fully relaxed and laid back. If you hadn't known the sound of his voice you would have assumed he was still asleep, if he had even been asleep in the first place.

“Agreed, anything over three is a little freaky,” soobin shrugs, bending over halfway out of his chair to pick up his fallen pens.

“So would you? Sleep with more than two people at once?” gyu asks, the tilt back to his head, “this is the true test if you're freaky or not,” he chuckles.

“I mean yeah… would you?” The question is directed at the room and you watch the question lay over them like fog, each of them thinking for a second, blank expressions all the way around.

Taehyun was the first to respond, shrugging his shoulders before nodding briefly, “I wouldn't let the opportunity slip by if it was offered,” It was a unanimous yes from all of them, the hummed agreement not too surprising.

“Done!” yeonjun smashes one last key before stretching big, “finally fucking submitted, and right before we have to leave, im surprised the staff hasnt gotten around to our room yet to kick us out,”

Taehyun pulls his hat from his face, sitting up with a yawn, “good, i needed my bed two hours ago,”

It always felt so good to sleep in on a saturday after a study session like this, you could already feel how cozy it would be to wrap up in your blanket. And even if the mattress was shit with or without the foam topper, it was better than laying out in the chairs like taehyun just was.

All of you cleaned up the space, making sure to tuck in the chairs, pick up the discarded cups of late night bad decision coffee. Squishing in the elevator together, bags bumping into one another before you filed out; passing all the empty desks and empty aisles of books to make it out the front door.

As soon as the outside air hits your cheeks you know it’s going to feel like a long walk back to the dorms. the boys tucking their ears into hoodies, zipping their jackets up, you and kai lived in the dorms on the opposite side of campus from the rest of them, their walk shorter by only a few minutes.

“Okay we’re still on for dinner tomorrow right?” Kai asks the group.

beomgyu’s jumping on the balls of his feet to try to generate some warmth. “literally just text us, I cannot think about tomorrow when i’m this cold and sleepy,”

“Yes, we’re still on, I've been craving anything other than dining hall food for the past week,” yeonjun adds, shivering as he pulls the straps of his bag closer to his chest. “We'll still meet up back here like usual,” he was walking backwards as he said it, already a few steps behind the others, “but see you guys tomorrow or should I say ‘i’ll be right back!’” he jokingly yells while the others wave goodbye.

“don’t play jjunie, you might be next! don’t trust anyone!” He gives you a silent salute in response as you and Kai head out for your walk.

Instinctively the two of you are shoulder to shoulder, bumping into one another every other step. Silence following each muffled step on the pavement. Sometimes the two of you didn't say anything until you split on the elevators. a quick ‘goodnight’ or ‘see you tomorrow’ thrown out as you step out on your floor, waving as the doors closed back up so he could go up one more level. Other nights it was the two of you giggling trying to keep it down as you walked under the moonlight, too late to be loud.

You wrap your arms around yourself, shivering as the wind hits the treeline. spots of orange light from the spaced out street lights are rare, casting the two of you in darkness every time the moon is behind the clouds; every several feet the hash light is back in your path.

“So you'd live? In a horror movie?” Kai asks, hands shoved deep into his pockets, shoulders to his ears from the cold. The wind is hitting him right in the face, tossing his hair from his eyes where he liked to keep it. He asks it so softly, the question highlighted in the divot of his brow, nose pink, face washed in the glow from the moon.

“I'm not really a virgin so…,” it's not an embarrassing confession but when it's this late with his eyes trained solely on you it's like a spilled glass of red wine on white sheets. Impossible to look away from.

“You wouldn't live for knowing how people survive?”

“The smart ones usually die from bad luck, they know to head for the car waiting in the lot but forget the keys or if the keys are still in the ignition they never check the back seat. They know if you run into the woods to escape you can hide, but how unlucky for a rusty forgotten bare trap to be waiting for your next step. or if you miss that one here's a log to trip over, only to tumble down a hill and break your neck. Call the police? You're in the one movie a phone works only for you to forget never trust anyone because the police work for the killer,”

“So none of us make it?” It's such an open question the way he asks it, the hopeful twinge hitting the ending, twisting it into something it shouldn't be. Written right over his features the soft words unsaid, can't we? There has to be a way.

“This isn't a movie kai, we’re fine,”

“I know, it's only a question,” he's so easily flustered when alone, second guessing everything he says, as if one slip up will make you hate him. Now he's blushing, both of you falling back into comfortable silence. You can tell he's thinking by the way he's biting at his cheek, eyes watching his feet, making sure not to miss one step. You assume it's the end of what he has to say, his silence following you all the way back to your floor. The elevator doors opened finally giving him the courage to speak up. “Do you…”

“Hum?” you lift your arm to hold the doors open, turned to see him struggling to get the words out.

“Do you want to come with me to my parents cabin,” he says it all in a rush, avoiding looking you in the eyes just in case you reject him. “I mean you don't have to, the guys won't be there and if it makes you uncomfortable-” he cuts himself off, hand at the back of his neck, trying to rub away his embarrassment, “forget it- forget i said anything,”

“It's okay, I'd love to go. where is it?”

“Um it's like two hours from campus, my parents need me to check on it just cause and i thought, why not make a weekend of it? I mean, you can finally sleep on a real mattress, not whatever was issued here,”

A weekend away did sound good, perfect after the semester you were having. And Kai is as sweet as they come, spending time with him wouldn't be bad at all. “Sure, when are you thinking?”

“Next week?”

It was all so very innocent, a sweet boy asking a girl to join him on a weekend getaway. He even packed you snacks for the drive, let you pick all the music, and made sure to carry your bag in when you arrived.

You weren't stupid enough not to realize why you were here and the other boys didn't get an invite. The whole week you thought it over, pushing around the idea of being with him. And you could tell he was tossing it around all throughout the drive, periodically blushing without saying a thing to you, hands tightening on the steering wheel; knuckles turning white from the pressure.

Halfway through the drive you realized exactly what he meant by cabin. Not the kind sitting near the edge of a trail, but one hidden deep into the woods for perfect seclusion. Kai had a late class to make up for and the two of you didn't get started on the drive until the sun was already setting behind the trees. Every shadow thrown across the road drew longer and longer as the car kept on.

The gravel driveway leading up to the cabin was a stretch, but when you finally broke past the winding path the gleaming two story was not very cabin like. The windows reflecting the cars headlights back at you expanded most of the first level. Wraparound porch dotted with chairs, and a swinging bench. As soon as kai killed the engine the silence stumbled in, darkness spilling over the scene as you climbed out of your seat.

“This place is huge,” you whisper, as if anything louder would disrupt the peace of the outdoors. You held your phone's flash up in front of you, huening fumbling to put the key into the lock on the first try. Each attempt from his shaking hand failed.

“Here,” you took the key into your own hand, twisting the knob and pushing the door open.

“Sorry,” his voice wavering as he flips on the light switch, “i'm just- you know-,” he cuts himself off not wanting any more embarrassment to follow him.

As soon as the lights come on you can't see anything outside, the windows a reflection of the room. A tv hanging over a huge stone fireplace, welcoming couches spaced out in a semi circle around a wooden coffee table, a bar topped with dusty glasses pushed in the corner. Kai kicks off his shoes by the door, walking further in you notice the dark hallway leading deeper into the first floor, a staircase waiting right by the entrance. But kai ignores it all while walking towards the kitchen.

“I mostly have to check the doors and windows to make sure no one broke in,” he's trying to fill the silence, rambling to kill his nerves,”one year we had someone steal the tv, we don't really leave much now just incase, so that's why it looks so empty,”

“People actually drive all the way out here and break in? The last time i saw a turn off the road before this one was an hour ago,”

“You never know, it's best to just check and fill out a report sooner rather than later,” in the kitchen the backdoor is made of two foggy planes of glass, only the outline of kai seen in the weavering shape. He twists the knob and to your surprise it gives way and opens, “damn one of my sisters must have forgotten to lock it last they were here,” You lean your hip against the kitchen island, taking his explanation as is.

“They come out here to check too?”

“Rarely they mostly come with their friends but stopped when they realized there is zero phone service this far out,”

“There isn't?” you hadn't even checked to see if your phone was working, “what if someone had broken in? You have no phone to make a call from,”

He chuckles pointing past your shoulder, right on the end of the counter a sleek black cordless landline rests in its holder, the blinking red light showing one waiting voicemail. “Sometimes it can be spotty but for the most part its a solid line of communication,”

Hand still on the knob of the backdoor he locks the door before walking over to the pantry, finding only a crate of dusty wine and a stack of old jiffy pop popcorn.

“Wait, I didn't think they made these anymore,” you reach out for the thin metal handle attached to the panshapped popcorn container. Shaking it you hear the rattle of the kernels, “when i was younger i thought it was just something people had in movies,”

“My sisters and i love the stuff, it's also easy to pop outside over the fire,”

“So all you leave is popcorn and wine when you're not staying here?” you tap the crate of wine with your foot, his grin boyish and shy.

“It's a good thing for us now i guess,”

It's what leads you to sharing the bottle, passing it by the neck as he gives you a tour of the house. His lips right at the spout, nerves loosening up with each sip he takes, creaking steps leading up the second floor. “And here is my room,”

It’s right at the end of the hall, bed neatly made with a single stuffed penguin sitting against the pillows. “You left him here all alone?” You ask, picking up the plushie, Kai's standing in front of the closet, the slatted doors making up most of the wall behind him facing the bed.

He shrugs placing the half full wine bottle down on his dresser, “someone needed to protect my prize possession,” he falls right onto the mattress, head thrown back, hair spilling against the pillows, “i always sleep so good in this bed,” cheeks flushed from the wine, half lidded eyes watching you from under his lashes. It's an invitation you don't pass up.

You climb in after him, feeling relaxed from drinking even if it was only a little bit, you can tell it's helped him too, his lazy smile so blissful. “I'm sure this bed is good for other things too,” you don't even care about being bold, not alone with him under you as you dip your head, nose brushing his.

The first kiss is so soft, a brush of lips together lasting no longer than a second. Kai whines in the back of his throat, an ache for more hidden in the desperate sound. It's addicting to have someone seem so needy for your attention, his legs instinctively tangling with yours, hand at the back of your neck pulling you back down for another kiss.

The two of you fumbling to feel at each other, your hand sliding up under his shirt to touch his warm skin, his stomach flexing at the brush of your cold fingertips. His hand at your waist pulling you closer to him, needing you as close as he can get you. The kiss is sloppy in seconds, his tongue sliding against yours, noses bumping as you breath in each other. You can feel that he's semi-hard, pressed against your thigh between his legs.

He's a mess, whimpering when you pull away to take off your sweater, leaving you braless in a tank top. greedy hands back on you, pulling you back down on top of him, he’s grinding onto you desperately, fully hard from only kissing.

every little noise he makes is caught in your mouth, his fingers fumbling for the button on your jeans. you have to pull away after his failed attempt, giggling as you brush his hair back, “it’s okay to take it a little bit slow huening we have all night,” you remind him, “I don’t want you cumming in your jeans when it could be in or on me,” he's looking up at you with total devotion, with an expression that lets you know he'd let you do anything if you asked.

“Please?” and it doesn't even matter what he's begging for, you would let him do just about anything in return for looking at you like that.

You're quick to rid yourself of your pants, falling back to the bed and letting him roll on top of you. Hands in his hair as he presses into you, one hand holding himself up while the other snakes down between you two. The soft gasp you let out eggs him on, drawing soft circles over your clothed clit like he knows exactly what to do. You twist your fingers into his hair, his lips tracing down your neck, hips back to grinding into your thigh. At first you don't notice the smell of popcorn. It's faint upstairs, wafting in through the vents, buttery and warm as kai slips his fingers into you. Your hips rolling on his hand, meeting every thrust, heel of his palm pressed to your clit.

It isn't until the popcorn starts to burn that you say something, the tang in the air subtle as kai sucks hickeys on your sensitive skin. “Is something on fire?”

Kai pulls away from the crook of your neck, “what the fuck?” breathing deeply to catch the scent. It's clear in the air now, hanging around like a question. “Stay here,”

it's so unceremonious when he pulls his hand from your panties, fingers dropping onto his tongue to clear them, “i'll be right back, okay?”

“O-okay,” you're confused more than anything, knees pulling in feeling overly exposed all of a sudden. It's silent in the house, the soundtrack of your kissing dimmed to nothing, before it's replaced with the creaking of his dissipating steps down the stairs.

You feel a little foolish sitting in his bed, the crumpled sheets and discarded plushie a reminder that this is not normal for a hook up at all. Letting out a long breath you push out of the bed, all relaxation felt before now gone as you reach for the wine bottle on the dresser. You take a heavy swig from the bottle, needing your courage back. It felt silly to worry over burnt popcorn.

Your stomach turns, sickening realization settling in. the two of you had only picked up the wine, neither of you even put the jiffy pop close to the stove's burners. You're quick to look for your phone, checking in the pile of your clothes on the floor, and finding nothing. Your bag was by the door downstairs, right next to the shoes, if your phone wasnt up here it was bound to be in your bag.

You didn't say anything as you made it to the top of the stairs, not until the phone rang. Not the familiar song that came through your speakers but the deft echo of a warning siren. The kind of ringtone that was played in a movie when someone was receiving bad news, and it didn't stop, traveling up the stairs, playing once, twice, until nothing but silence.

“Huening?” your voice wasn't as strong as you wished, faulting at the end as you took your first step down the stairs.

No response.

The last step creaks under your weight, the sound triggering the phone, that chilling ringtone back in the air. All the lights are on, nothing outside the windows visible as you watch your reflection walk past. You look right at the front door as you walk past, all of your things still in place, even Kai's shoes are still right where he left them.

In the kitchen you find the ringing phone, the little screen bright green as it shows the incoming call. The skins faucet turned on, the pelting water beating down on the thin aluminum foil of the jiffy pop, hastily tossed into the basin. Thin rivulets of smoke still curling from the singed popcorn. The stove's gas burner still lit with a blue flame.

The ringing continues as you turn everything off, feeling suddenly too cold and alone standing under the golden lights. It doesn't help that you're only dressed in your panties and tanktop, bare feet padding across the tile to pick you the phone.

Unknown caller. Read the directory, not even the number shown underneath. You hit answer before you could think better of it.

“Hello?” your pulse was in your ears, washing down your neck, but you're stunned to recognize the voice over the phone.

“What's your favorite scary movie?”

You can't help but laugh, the sound bubbling up before you respond, “kai, are you using the ghostface voice on me right now? You already had your hand down my pants no need for the theatrics,”

You can't even pick up a trace of his real voice over the filter, the soft chuckle on the other line trickling down your spine. “You didn't answer my question, you have to have a favorite, what comes to mind?”

“So we’re quoting the movie now?” you ask, looking around the kitchen, leaning back against the countertop. “Should i go all in and start asking to make it to the sequel?”

He chuckles, so soft and sensual, unlike his usual boisterous laugh. “Maybe…but a little birdie told me that you're not a virgin and you know what happens to those who sleep around right?”

“Enlighten me,” you cross your arms smiling at your reflection in the window. It's a bit silly to be here roleplaying in the first place but it's not like you're against it. What gets you is that it's coming from kai of all people. So soft and sweet, giggling and shyly walking you home. But you truly never know what a persons into until you're faced first with it.

“They don't last very long,” so smug as he says it.

“They don't?”

“Nope, and you have a list of things that you've already done wrong. I don't know if you truly deserve to make it to the sequel,”

“Oh? What did I do wrong?” you smile, checking out your nails, thumb running along the bed of your cuticles as you listen.

“Humm, let me see. First you're all alone in that big old house, did anyone ever tell you never to go into the dark and scary woods all alone?”

“I'm not alone, i have you,”

He ignores the last half of your statement, “Aren't you? hum, funny how i don't see the boytoy around anymore,”

“I can't believe you planned all of this, who knew you would be so freaky? I can't say that it doesn't turn me on though,”

“Oh? How cute that you still think I'm your little boyfriend. I mean didn't you see the signs? The door was unlocked in the back, popcorn on the stove when you didn't put it there, and now a missing boy toy. It's a shame you seem to have forgotten everything you've learned in class, or maybe it was the wine,”

“A few sips won't make me stupid, seriously huening come out, i want to get back into your bed,” you push off the counter, walking back toward the living room until you're stopped dead in your tracks. The sound isn't coming from the phone but just up ahead around the corner.

Your laugh echoes in the empty house, followed by your own words, “it’s okay to take it a little bit slow huening, we have all night, I don’t want you cumming in your jeans when it could be in or on me,”

You follow each line into the living room, the tv on and showing a video of only minutes ago.

“Please?” kais weavering voice seems so loud here instead of between you two.

You can see yourself push down your pants, watch the way the two of you fall right back into each other. Only now you're seeing it from the perspective of the closet, it's the only place you could think of that he would have placed the camera. The slats of the wood even in frame. It's like someone dropped a bucket of ice water on top of you. Standing in front of the tv as if you're Carrie from the prom and someones set up a cruel joke.

“Cute huh?” the voice over the phone asks, that little laugh following right after, “i sure think it is. Look at the way your body reacts to his fingers, you’ll be that pretty for me won't you?”

You feel the hair on the back of your neck rise, the house too big for this kind of game. Even just standing there now alone it felt like you were a fish in a bowl, stuck to be watched from all sides. And not from the video but from the figure standing right on the outside of the window.

He was dressed in all black, nothing like what kai had been wearing before. And covering his face the dripping white mask of ghostface. You only catch a glimpse because the lights are on but it's enough to remind you that maybe this isn't a joke. “Are you outside?”

“I don't know? Am i?” but as he says it you see down the hallway a dark figure step out of a doorway.

Everything in you freezes, your heart rate plummeting, a cold sweat breaking out across your skin. You hadn't even noticed your fingers had been trembling before, not until your deathgrip on the phone starts to hurt. “Don't hang up on me,” he warns over the line, but the person down the hall doesnt even have a phone in sight, his slow prowl reminding you to move.

You take off back towards the kitchen, the back door playing in your head as the best possible exit but as soon as you're in front of it, tugging on a door knob needs to be unlocked you see the haze reflection of two more figures waiting right against the glass. You can hear the laugh of the person on the phone even if it's not to your ear as you rush to pull open any drawer that might have something in it to protect you. But every pull leads you to find nothing at all, “what the fuck!”

The door shakes as they try to pull it open, the glass rattling as you lift the phone back to your ear, “okay huening, that's enough, i get it, ha ha, funny, but seriously-”

“Were you looking for a knife?” he cuts you off, voice so calm when you're falling apart.

“What?” you're exasperated, huffing the question like it's a slap in the face.

“I know where one is, if you want it,”

It's then that the masked man from the hall comes into the kitchen, the steel knife in his hands glinting in the light. “You have to be fucking kidding me right now,” youre desprate to find an explanation for this. The island is between the two of you, his head tilting to the side, the open mouth of the mask mocking you as he takes slow steps around the marble. You're matching his every move, both of you circling the kitchen like two fighters waiting for the ding of a bell.

The door rattles again, the sound making you yelp, hand pressed to your racing heart. It's the distraction you need to bolt right through the kitchens arch way and run to the front door.

You're moving so fast you have little time to slow down, partially slamming into the door, fingers fast to twist the locks.

As soon as it's opened you're standing face to face with another ghostface mask, his black clad outfit sticking to his figure as he towers over you, phone hovering right over the mask's gaping mouth. “Hum not out the front door i guess,”

You try to slam the door shut but his boot clad foot moves fast catching it right before it could close completely. Spinning you run towards the stairs, the sound of their following footsteps close behind. The door to the bedroom is still wide open as you barrel through turning around and throwing the door closed and twisting the lock.

But it's only a moment of relief when you feel a hand clasp around your mouth. Your scream is muffled from their fingers, your eyes closing as if that would fix the situation, the phone in your hand falling to the floor, “Shhh it's okay,” Kai whispers, a strong arm wrapping around your middle pulling you closer to him.

The weight is lifted off your shoulders hearing his voice, hands wrapping around the one covering your mouth to tug it away. “What is going on?” you ask, pulling yourself away from him. your back is to the door and he steps closer backing you right up against it.

“Didn't you say you found it kinda hot, the whole fear thing?” he asks, leaning close enough to kiss, “i wanted to make it extra special for you, and you don't mind if we all share you, right?” his knuckle lifts your chin up so you’re eye to eye, nose to nose, his normal shy smile turned devilish. “All you have to do is say no,”

It was crazy to say yes. your heart still pounding, breathing only just starting to regulate, and yet you want him, you want them. “I-I don’t- I don’t want to say no,”

“Then don’t,” he pushed his whole body against yours, engulfing you in his warmth, taking you for another kiss like you hadn’t left the room at all. You don't even notice him unlocking the door, not until the knob is shaking against your back.

Kai pulls you towards the bed, the closet doors behind him open showing the empty space with a lone camera on a tripod. The red light looking back at you like a warning, you looked right down the barrel of the lens wondering if you would ever see this again, and praying that you did. Kai fit his fingers over you eyes, “don't look at it, don’t think about its there,”

You hear a chuckle, so similar to the one over the phone, only without the filter. Now so easily recognizable as yeonjun, you can picture the way his mouth looks as he does it, his canines on display as he smirks. You don't even have to see him to know, you've known all of them so long you're sure one touch and you could guess who was who. And with both of kais hands on your eyes the brush of someone's fingers on your cheek lets you know exactly who it is. Soobins hands are the softest of the bunch and your face tilts in his direction. “Soobin?”

he lets out a huff of a laugh, “you caught me. And you know it's kind of rude not to open the back door when we come knocking,”

“You scared me,” it's a soft confession that they all chuckle at.

“Did we?” beomgyu teases, so much closer than you expected, the ghost of his touch going up your arm, goosebumps popping up along the trail.

Your senses are on overdrive, pulse loud enough to be heard if one listens close enough, every little thing heightened by your fading fear and covered eyes. You feel a hand slip down your stomach stopping right before your panty line, a single finger sliding under the waistline to pull it and let it snap back against your skin. You jolt from the contact, body flush with kai’s, his hard cock pressed to your back.

You hear rustling from the closet, and kai lets you go, letting you see yeonjun taking the camera in hand. He's adjusting the viewfinder, the others standing in a circle around you, it should be intimidating, the masks off now, looking at you like you're something to eat. It's taehyun that steps forward first, thumb reaching out to drag across your bottom lip. You open your mouth letting him press the digit flat against your tongue.

“You’ll be good for us, won't you?” he asks, and you close your mouth sucking his finger as you nod. He smirks, “i want first,”

It's all he says before he's pushing you down on the bed. It's so quick the air is almost knocked right out of you, your hands scrambling to find purchase on the beds duvet cover. It's almost a shame how wet you already are, the way your panties are cut away, the cold knife in taehyuns free hand only just brushing your skin. The fabric tossed around from person to person. “I did most of the work,” kai adds as you bury your face into the sheets, “she wouldn't be this prepped if i didn't start early,”

“And that's why you have to wait,” “You didn't even get her off,” they talk over each other.

“You guys didn't give me time!” kai tries but they ignore him when you give a sharp whine.

Taehyun shoves his fingers right into you, your body so willing to take him in. but you hear his belt being undone with one hand, and it's a shame you cant see the way his cock looks from this angle, because as he pressed the tip right at your entrance, slick fingers helping to lude up his veiny shaft, you can tell he's going to be the perfect stretch.

Your moan as he sinks into your warm heat is echoed by the rest of them, a choir of the perfect voices turned husky and wanting. “Holy shit,” teahyun breathes his hand pressed right to your lower back, your feet dangling right off the edge of the bed, toes only just barely touching the ground.

“Doesn't she feel amazing?” kai asks, “fuck i bet she fits like a fucking dream,” gyu adds as he walks over to the other side of the bed climbing in to lay against the headboard. His zipper was already undone, pants low on his hips as he watched you get pounded into.

Because tae was not holding back anymore, it felt like he had been waiting all night for this exact moment, to chase his high without question. And your pussy was so welcoming, sucking him in, practically begging for his cum.

Yeonjun walked around the bed, zeroing the camera in on you as your legs bend, heel of your feet pushing on taes thighs. Taehyun wraps his hands in your hair, tugging your head back, extending your throat to the camera, arching your back just right, “i want to be able to watch back how you looked while i fucked you okay?”

“Oh, look at that, huening marked up our toy already,” soobin reaches out a finger, tracing over the hickey kai had left on your skin, your eyes were wide and begging as you watched him, mouth caught open in a moan as taes thrusts turned sloppy. “Fuck, look at that mouth,”

yeonjun bent down to catch the image. “I think someone needs to fill it,”

Soobin didn't need to be told twice. He was tugging his cock out of his jeans, leaking precum already dotting the tip as he gave it long languid strokes. Your mouth was already watering at the sight, knowing taking him down your throat would be a task but one you wouldn't back away from.

But taehyun was already cumming, orgasm cresting as he slammed his hips into your ass, cock twitching as he let out a deep rumbling moan. He let go of your hair, head falling forward into the duvet as he stilled inside you pressing as close as he could get, the tip of his cock hitting you just right as he spilled inside you.

“I want next!” gyu calls out, raising his hand like he knows the answer to a question.

“No-” soobin starts but beomgyu is already moving from his stop on the bed as taehyun pulls out, the gush of warmth leaving your cunt dripping down your thighs. Yeonjun is quick to catch the sight on film.

“Look at that,” it sounds so endearing coming from him, a true sight to behold as you whine from the feeling of being empty. You feel like a ragdoll as soobin pulls on you, tugging you further up the bed so that you're on your hands and knees in front of him.

“Open,” his tip is already prodding at your lips. You feel the bed dip behind you, gyu finding his place as he drags his fingers through the leaking cum traveling down your legs, he does his best to shove it right back into you, fingers dragging over your clit, circling it as soobin shoves his cock right into your mouth.

You give a muffled yelp, tongue flattening to make it easier for him to slide in and out of. His head is rolling back, hair spilling around his ears as he moans. He twists his fingers in your hair, both hands wrapping around your head to bob you up and down on his dick like his own personal toy. You're nails dig into the sheets, the sloppy sounds of him fucking your throat taking up the most sound.

Beomgyu keeps one hand on your clit and the other guides his cock into you, he's quick to snap his hips forward sending you forward on soobin, until you're choking for air. Moans sending vibrations up along soobins shaft. His eyes tighten, needing to pull away before he cums too quickly, face flushed red as rivulets of your saliva still connect you to him.

The constant pressure put on your clit from beomgyus fingers has your stomach tightening in knots. Now that you're not taking soobin in beomgyu picks up his pace, the skin on skin slapping sounds melding with your whines. “I want you to cum for me, i want to be the first one to make you cum, please,” he sounds so desperate, not matching the way he drills into you, tip hitting your cervix in a mix of painful pleasure. He can feel your fluttering walls, every particularly hard thrust making your cunt react just right. And when you cum hes a blubbering mess, “fuck fuck fuck-” not expecting to cum so fast, but youre drawing it out of him, with each little sound you make. He's almost embarrassed by how long he cums for, head falling forward to rest on your shoulder blade, his dick pulsing inside you, curses turning to nonsense, the drawn out, “fuuu- ahh, ah,”

“Look at how pretty she looks when she cums,” yeonjun smiles, bringing the camera close to catch the way you are trying to blink the spots from your vision, “soobin next? Or maybe kai? Both of them seem to have waited so long for you,”

Kai leans back against the dresser, arms crossed as he watches you, expressionless as he follows the shape of your body. Only one of your tank tops straps are on, your breasts already spilling out from the thin fabric, soobins eyes caught on your peaked nipples as he strokes himself. But you look back over to huening, the way he's standing there like he's unaffected at all. But you know it's not true, not when he's straining in his pants, the bulge itself drives you insane. “Hyuka?”

The shyness in your voice is what does it for him, beomgyu only just pulling out of you with a hiss. More cum dribbling out as he pushes his hair back looking at his handiwork. Yeonjun is right next to him too, getting the perfect shot.

Taehyun languidly lounges back against the headboard, cock still hard as it rests against his stomach, hand wrapped around the base as he watches you. It distracts you enough not to see kai moving replacing gyus spot.

Kai wraps his hand in your hair but unlike taehyun he forcefully pushes your head down into the mattress. The whole mit of his hand cups your skull, your whimper making him chuckle. His free hands traced up your side, slipping under your tank top as he feels along your skin. “You know I was thinking about this the whole walk back after our study night?” his hand dips down fingers sliding along your wetness, “i kept thinking about how perfect it would be to absolutely ruin you,”

You're already sensitive from finishing already and kai can tell as your thighs tremble but it wont stop him from pinching your clit. Your hips push back against him, yelping as he goes on to rub circles over the bundle of nerves. “Seeing it happen- watching you get used as a little cum dump is so much better than I ever imagined,” he works your clit, building up his speed until your back is arching, nails biting into your palm as you feel your orgasm building too quickly. You're trying to rock back into his hand but the way he has you bent helps very little. Your cries heighten until he pulls it all away.

“No huening please!”

“Aww how cute, she's begging,” beomgyu laughs and you're whimpering in response.

“Kai…please!”

“You're already doing so well because i want you begging to be filled with my cum, crying from how badly you want it,” his hand goes back to your cunt, pressing into your clit rubbing at a pace that has you seeing stars, your hands scratch out for looking for anything to hold onto. Yeonjun takes your hand in his keeping the camera facing your reaction as your eyes roll back. Its in the middle of your climax that kai pushes his cock into you, finding a punishing rhythm as he fucks you into the matterss.

“Beg for it,” he growls, hand in your hair twisting in the strands. You can feel him all the way to your throat, stretched out so good, he presses right into your gspot like he was made for you.

“P-please- hyuka i need it- i-” you cant even get the words out anymore, the squeaking of the bed building as he increases his speed. You can hear the wet sounds of the other boys jerking off, “i want your c-cum, i need it,”

“Louder,” yeonjun mutters in front of you, your death grip on his hand not loosening anytime soon.

“I want it! I need your cum, please!” But Huenings is so lost chasing his own high that he drops his hand from your clit to grab your hip, his bruising hold and brutal thrusts making you cry out.

Beomgyu reaches down under you, fingers finding just the right rhythm to send you over the edge at the same time kai cums. His faltering thrusts and throaty moans makes you feel weak. Your cunt is strangling his cock, his release pushed as deep as he could get it into you. When he pulls out you collapse onto the bed, completely used up.

It feels never ending body too tired already when you feel soobin climb into the bed. He lays right behind your exhausted form, both of you on your sides facing yeonjun, “look who's next, do you think you could get another one out of her? I hear you're only a freak in theory and not practice,”

But soobin doesn't take the bait, one hand sliding under you and wrapping around your chest, hand coming up to cup your breast, fingers twisting your hard nipple, and the other lifting your leg to get better access to your leaking cunt. Your thighs are so sticky soobins fingers slip on his hold, having to tighten his grip to make sure he can keep you open. He's been ready since the start, his cock aching as it prods your now puffy swollen cunt, so used you're sure you would be sore for days.

When he sinks in your whimpers are so soft they are hardly heard. Yeonjun is kneeling on the floor, arm holding the camera resting on the bed. He captures the way soobins dick slides in with ease, no resistance now with how much slick is coming out of you. Every drag of soobins cock comes away stained in white. A ring of the combined cum circling the base, balls sticking to your skin with every thrust.

His breathy moans are lost against your neck, pitiful little sounds before he's muttering, “im sorry, oh god- im-”

“Don't you dare cum yet,” yeonjun warns soobin, who pauses his thrusts trying to listen but can't find it in him to restrain. Yeonjuns fingers pinch at your clit, your whole body reacting to the feeling, jolting you back to life as you cum. soobin unable to handle the pressure and is a complete mess, whimpering as he pulls you closer, hugging you as if he could merge bodies.

It took him a while to finally pull out, a much needed break for only a few breaths before yeonjun passes the camera to taehyun to keep the filming going. You can feel the weakness all the way down to your bones, sure if you stand you could collapse to the floor, legs too weak to hold you up. But yeonjun is looking at you like you're being served on a silver platter, all done up with all the best fixings.

“Best for last huh?” he grins climbing over you brushing under your eye to catch a single tear that's fallen from your overstimulation. “Its so fun to see you so dumb on cock, so unlike how we usually see you,”

You hum in response as he pushes your legs open, hands at the back of your knees pushing them to your chest. When he puts them over his shoulders you whimper, reaching out to wrap your arms around his neck as he sinks into your wet heat. Bent in half you feel your toes curling, sure that if you came one more time you would be better off sleeping for the next year. “I think this is good practice, don't you?” he asks like you'll respond to him with anything other than a string of muffled whimpers. Your body is coated in a thin layer of sweat, sticking to his skin as he takes a slow pace. It's like he's apologizing, lips peppering across your cheek, down your neck. “We’ll keep you so happy, stuffed full like you deserve. Would you like that?”

You're nodding, eyes closing as he uses you. You don't even notice the way your body is reacting, that slow rise of your next orgasm building up, “i-” you can’t think about cumming again already feeling so dumbed out.

“Hum? Are you going to cum, pretty?” he picks up his pace, sinking his hips and hitting you right against your g spot. Your head rolls back as it washes over you, body tightening until you feel like you’ve combusted into little particles. “Oh look at that, so perfect for me, your pussy feels so good when it's squeezing me like this,” it's all he says before he’s trembling, a guttural moan taking over as he cums, you swear you can feel its warmth spreading throughout you. And when he pulls out he takes the camera back from taehyun focusing it in on the sight of all the combined release staining your folds.

“Look at how she pushes it out,” beomgyu says, mesmerized by the way you look leaking so much cum. But it's Kai who leans down, fingers collecting anything he can before shoving all the cream right back into you. “Its almost like she wants us to fuck it right back in,”

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twochickenfagitas · 8 months ago

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art chnallege

15 MINUTES

15 POKÉMON FROM MEMORY

L M A O I ACTUALLY HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THE CREATURES IN MY HYPER FIXATION LOOK LIKE??

anyways i wanted to doodle really quick but I didn't want to do pixel art so i just decided to nyoom

Notes and apx. times

Riolu - 30 Seconds (I have drawn that blue bastard so much that his shape is very ez to me)

Unown - 5 Seconds (This was actually my last one pokémon, I ran out of time and knew this ho was just a line)

Abra - 1 Minute, 30 Seconds (I also drew himb a lot but I had to redo his legs because i made them fucken massive)

Budew - 2 Minutes??? (I knew he was like wrapped and stuff but I totally forgot his physics lmao)

Traumatized Magnemite - 20 Seconds (ez ass pokémon to draw)

Eevee - 2 Minutes (for one of their mascots i do not find this one easy to draw at ALL. Extra time spent to make the body shorter and more stumpy)

Weedle - 1 Minute, 30 Seconds (I redid the amount of segments wayy too many times for no reason)

Big Oddish - 20 Seconds (another ez)

Snorunt - 30 Seconds (Um... thought he looked empty... didn't change anything)

Elekid - 3 MINUTES (I DON'T KNOW ELEKID THAT WELL ACTUALLY I DON'T KNOW WHY I DREW HIM I DON'T EVEN LIKE HIM BUT MY THOUGHT PROCESS WAS 'hes a plug ez pz' AND HES WHY I ALMOST RAN OUT OF TIME HE WAS ONLY MY 11TH POKEMON)

Litwick - 1 Minute, 20 Seconds (Had to redo the emo swoop because i remembered it halfway)

Woobat - 1 Minute (Gave up on the wings, I was in a rush... Also I know now that it's Swoobat with the tail...)

Diglett - 5 Seconds (bruh)

Rowlet - 45 Seconds (I thought he was greener. He is not. Just the bowtie.)

Gentleman Swalot - 1 Minute (Don't like this one either but I remember he's just a spaghetti monster... Also thought he looked bald (til i remembered Gulpin had the feather? thing) so i gave him a hat)

comes out to 15 and some change but uhh round down fo me tootz.

#pokemon doodle #pokemon #pokemon art #art challenge #15 minutes

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startanewdream · 4 years ago

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Godfather duty

Summary: When James is surprised by Sirius and Harry coming home drunk four in the morning, he questions himself when he got too old for that.

For @theblueocean

Part of the Jily Lives AU

Rated M for mentions of underage drinking and some swearing.

Read on AO3 with all the correct italics, or below the cut:

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His eyelids feel heavy, but James keeps writing. He is almost finishing the first draft of the article for Transfiguration Today; it's due Sunday and he still has five days to finish it, but James is really anxious for presenting it. It's not his first paper for that magazine, but his article will be the headline this time, and he promised himself he would send them in advance as much as he could - and he still needs to send it to Minerva for her to read and review.

It feels a lot like he is back in school doing essays, but James doesn't remember being that excited back at Hogwarts - well, not about homework anyway.

He puts the final dot and lets the quill rest, satisfied. He will proofread in the morning, maybe even rewrite altogether from a different perspective, but it's done and it's a competent article, he knows.

Human transfiguration was always a point of interest to him.

He raises, stretching up and looking at his watch. It's past four in the morning already; he really lost track of time. He remembers Lily calling him to go to bed - and then he promised her he would go in a minute, which he clearly forgot.

He suppresses a yawn as he leaves the library, thinking only of sinking on his bed when he hears a sound coming from the front porch.

All his sleepiness is gone instantly, and he turns with his wand already raised, alarmed and with his instincts screaming even though it’s been months since the war ended; someone is turning the doorknob. The spell is almost leaving his lips when the door opens wide and he sees Harry's joyful face.

Harry is not alone; Sirius is with him, their arms around each other in a brotherly gesture and for a moment James has a flashback of himself with Sirius with that same easiness, both of them beaming happily and goofy; it's a memory of twenty years ago, of a night they went around Muggle London joining a pub crawl that ended up with James' mother finding them passed out in the middle of the Potter’s living room in Godric’s Hollows.

A lot of things happened that night - a flight from the Muggle police when they tried to climb Cleopatra’s Needle, an attempt to perform a serenade to Lily only to realize they were on the wrong street and throwing eggs at Grimmauld Place number twelve - but what he remembers clearer is the smell of the alcohol on him as he woke up next morning - and then the taste of it all as he threw it all up.

And right now Sirius and Harry have that same smell of cheap whiskey mixed with beer.

James blinks, confused. As far as he thought, Harry had been back from work hours ago - James was sure Harry had been sleeping on his bed right now.

It’s evident he was wrong.

‘Hi, Prongs’, Sirius says, grinning from ear-to-ear, sounding much steadier than James would have guessed from the smell coming from them. ‘Care to let us in?’

'What's going on?', James asks, worried, stepping aside to let them enter. Both of them are stumbling, but James has the impression that Sirius is supporting Harry more than the opposite.

For some reason his question makes them look at each other.

'What I said?', Sirius asks Harry as if they are sharing some old joke. Harry lets out of one of his rare carefree giggles. 'What d'you think we are doing, dear Prongs?'

'Coming home drunk in the middle of the night?’

‘Chill out, Dad’, Harry says, winking at him.

Chill out?

‘It’s four in the morning of a Tuesday - I thought you were home already!’

‘I had to work late’, Harry answers immediately, grinning. Sirius takes him to the living room, trying to help him on the couch, but Harry slides to the floor, falling on the carpet.

‘On a bar?’

‘It’s for work’, Harry insists, eyes open as if that was obvious.

‘It was a very important mission’, Sirius agrees. ‘Stealth. Mixing with locals. Spying on people’.

‘Oh, were there Death Eaters on that bar?’, James asks, rolling his eyes.

‘It could have been! Harry needs to know how to handle his alcohol!’

Harry giggles.

‘I handle it very well’, he says proudly, clapping his hands. ‘Tell him, Sirius’.

‘He won us money on darts. He even closed his eyes for the last shot. You would be proud!’

‘That you were letting my barely out-of-age kid bet on games?’

Sirius rolls his eyes.

‘Everything was under control, he won. Stop worrying, I was on godfather duty tonight -’

‘Between a drink and another, you mean?’

‘ - and I brought him home, right?’

‘Speaking of that’, James raises his eyebrows, now sounding openly reproachful. ‘How did you come home? Don’t tell me you drank and apparated’.

‘I would never!’

‘Or that motorbike - if you came here flying, I swear I will -’

‘Relax, Dad!’, Harry intervenes, now raising on a jump, ignoring how he tumbles in the process. ‘We got a cab. Eeeeeeverything under control’.

James watches his son go to the cabinet in the room, searching for something until he takes out a feather to doodle something on a parchment, not realizing it’s a grocery list.

‘I see the control’, he says dryly. ‘What are you doing, Harry?’

‘I am making a howler’.

‘What? What for?’

‘To howl, duh - hey!’, he turns to Sirius, his eyes sparkling madly. ‘Remus never sends letters - he only sends howlers!’

Sirius chuckles. ‘I howl too! Owoooooo!’

‘Hey, hey, you are going to wake up Lily!’

‘And?’

‘And maybe you don’t want her to see what you did to Harry - Harry, stop that, you are not sending anyone a howler’.

‘I have to tell Ginny I love her!’

‘She already knows, I am sure, you’ve told her’.

‘But I never yelled it!’

‘And she loves you more because of that, come on, give me that letter’.

‘I knew he wouldn’t let you send it’, Sirius says, his voice now smug. ‘Prongsie is old’.

James rolls his eyes.

‘Same age as you, Pads’, he remembers distantly, taking the letter from Harry, though now he realizes he didn’t need to worry. Harry’s letter is unintelligible and he doubts he could cast the spell to turn into a howler.

Harry pouts.

‘Sirius is right, you are square’.

‘What?’

‘We can never have fun’.

‘And you are so serious - more than me, haha!’, Sirius adds, now laying down lazily on the couch, his legs spread. James is about to complain that his shoes are all muddy and Sirius should take them out, but he stops.

Oh, Merlin, he is really getting a bit square, isn’t he?

‘I can be fun’, he stresses, making Sirius let out one of his bark laughs.

‘Yeah, years ago. Before you were a dad - no offence, Harry’.

Harry doesn’t seem to have heard him, which James considers a shame. Harry would surely defend him - he was a cool dad to Harry.

No, he is still a cool dad. The kind that Harry can feel at will to talk about anything, that supports Harry and that is always there for him.

Except that Harry didn’t tell him about working late tonight or going to a bar. Except Harry and Sirius didn’t ask for his company.

And if they did - he thinks of the paper he just finished and how excited he was for it.

He would have said no.

That’s not very cool of him.

‘I will take a flight!’, Harry declares, his eyes shining with this idea and for once James doesn’t feel satisfied with the mischievousness in him.

‘No drinking and flying’, James says sternly, and he decides that he will have to remain uncool for a little longer. ‘You - you stay here! Sirius - watch him. Better than you did so far, I mean’.

Sirius grimaces, evidently annoyed, but he sits next to Harry, who is now mumbling something incomprehensible, though Sirius seems to be listening to him with attention. James leaves them in the living room, locking the door behind him just in case, and goes to Lily’s office hoping she has stored a Hangover Potion. He is in no luck, of course; it’s been years since he and Lily even needed one - James believes it comes with the age knowing when to stop - and there was nothing in Harry’s latest behaviour that showed them they would need it.

For a second James almost considers waking up Lily, knowing she would make the potion in minutes, but he doesn’t want her to see the mess Harry is right now; it’s far better she hears it later than witnessing first hand. He grabs a small cauldron and the ingredients he will need and returns to the living room.

In the few minutes he was out, Harry and Sirius managed to make things strangely worse. There is snow in the room, that he sees Sirius casting from his wand; Harry is perfectly still, the snow making a sort of white hat on his head, his arms wide open and also covered in snow.

‘What -’, James tries to ask, but he just blinks at the weirdness on the scene.

‘Shhhh’, Sirius says, a finger on his lips. ‘Don’t distract him!’

‘What is Harry doing?’

‘Isn’t it obvious? Disguise training! He is a snowman!’

‘He is missing a carrot nose’, James notes, grimacing, and that makes Sirius turn his wand to Harry’s face. ‘I am joking!’

It’s too late; there is a flash of light and then there is a carrot on Harry’s face, replacing his nose.

‘Sirius!’, Harry complains, raising his hand to touch his new nose. His voice is muffled. ‘I can’t have a nose this big! How can I snog Ginny now?’

‘That’s your concern?’, James asks, half-amused, now taking out Sirius’ wand to make sure he doesn’t cast any more magic.

‘I will poke her in the eye!’, Harry says, moping, scratching the tip of his pointy nose thoughtfully.

‘I will transform you back as soon as you drink this potion, now lay still’. Harry sighs, sitting on the couch. Sirius sits next to him, patching him in the back as if he weren’t the one that turned Harry’s nose into a carrot in the first place.

‘Your nose matches her hair’, he says bracingly. ‘You will look beautiful together’.

‘I am not sure this is much comfort, Padfoot’, James notes, placing the cauldron in the fireplace and starting to throw in the ingredients. He could add something for the taste, but he believes the bitterness helps build character.

‘Well, I got him quiet, didn’t I?’, Sirius asks, pointing at Harry who is now sitting on the couch, still playing with his carrot nose.

‘You could have messed up so badly’.

‘I am not that drunk - I watched over your kid, no matter what you think of me’.

James shakes his head.

‘Letting him drink that much? He barely can stand - what if someone -’

‘The war is over, James’, Sirius tells him, sounding much grim now. ‘And like I said, I was there. Me, half-a-dozen junior Aurors and some seniors too’.

‘Unless any Death Eater threat would be a challenge to a drinking contest, I don’t think it would make much difference’.

‘Oh, Merlin’. Sirius sighs, walking to the drink cabinet and opening it to take a bottle of firewhiskey. ‘Here, drink this’.

‘What?’

‘You are sober, I hate talking to sober people when I am pissed. Sober people are boring’.

‘I am not boring’, James complains, pushing away the bottle that Sirius extends in his direction. ‘And I am past the age of being forced to drink to look cool’.

‘Then drink because it’s nice!’, Sirius says forcefully now. ‘Drink because you are alive! Drink because you are happy! Drink because for the first time in his life your son is properly pissed!’

‘That’s not a reason -’

‘That’s enough reason! He is eighteen! What age were we when we first got pissed?’

‘Seventeen’. Sirius raises his eyebrows, waiting for him, and James flushes, turning his attention to the cauldron. The potion is almost over. ‘Fine, fifteen - but it didn’t count, we weren’t thinking straight then’.

‘Yeah. Our first transformation’, Sirius remembers, but there is something heavy on his voice now.

‘What is the problem, Padfoot?’

‘Nothing’.

That makes James stop. He takes the cauldron out of the fire, to let the potion cool down, and turns to Sirius, watching him. Sirius’ eyes are watery as he always gets when he drinks, but he sustains James’ look for a surprisingly full two minutes before he sighs.

‘Fine, you are the problem’.

‘Me? You take my son out for a drink without telling me, return home four in the morning and I am the problem?’

‘Look at what you are saying! He is of age! He was with his friends - and his very trustable godfather! He was having fun for once in his life, instead of living that responsible life you want for him’.

‘Responsible?’, James repeats, dumbfounded. Nobody had ever accused him of wanting to do the responsible thing. ‘I am just being his father’.

‘Well, maybe Harry doesn’t need his father anymore’.

There is a long pause after that. James blinks, once, twice, very slowly, trying to understand what Sirius means by that, and it’s only when he reaches for the drink cabinet to get a glass for the potion, that Sirius moves.

‘Shit - I didn’t mean like that - sorry, James, it’s not -’

‘No, I get it’, James says, his voice forcefully steady. ‘Harry wants the cool father figure that allows him everything - and, well, Sirius “what’s life without a little risk” Black is perfect for that’.

‘Don’t be absurd - that kid worships the ground you walk upon -’

‘And yet he was with you, not me. I get it. I am a father, not a friend’. He offers Sirius a full glass. ‘Drink this, you’ll feel better tomorrow’.

‘No, I deserve the hangover tomorrow, but that’s beside the point. It’s my fault’.

‘I don’t think you forced Harry to drink’, James notes dryly, sitting next to Harry to help him drink the potion. Harry seems to be in another world now, but he obliges to James’ help without questioning.

‘No, that was all on him - I mean it, he’d make you proud, he won a drinking contest with Thompson and he is twice Harry’s size - er, not helping, sorry’. Sirius sits on the other side of Harry. ‘He was going to tell you we’d be out for a drink. And I didn't let him'.

'Why? Why would you -'

'Because I thought you would overreact. Worry too much about him. Don't let him have any fun'.

'I would not -'

'And because I thought he'd ask you to come’.

James blinks. Between them, Harry lays his head on James' shoulder, now watching Sirius with mild curiosity.

‘I would ask’, he agrees, a note of pride in his voice.

'Am I that bad company?', James asks in a low voice. Sirius shakes his head.

'Would you come with us?', he challenges. James keeps his gaze for a few seconds, but just like Sirius didn't lie for him before, he wouldn't dare speak anything but the truth.

'No, I had things to do today'.

'That article', Sirius scoffs. 'You don't talk about anything else'.

James frowns.

'It's really important - a chance of -'

'Getting yourself a name, I know, I know. But see -', his grey eyes are burning over James now, somewhat desperate. 'The Prongs I know would never care for reputation'.

'Sirius…'

'The Prongs I know would be honest with me'.

'I am - what are you -'

'I heard you and Kingsley, ok?', he blows off. 'Registering as an animagus? After all this time?'

There is another silence, broken only by the crackling fire.

'I was going to tell you', James says finally. 'I didn't think it was important - you don't have to register too -'

'That's not the point - you are breaking our trust -'

'It's just an entry on a list. It doesn’t change anything, I will keep our full moon nights -'

'When Remus has time, you mean?', he asks, sounding bitter now. 'He missed the last two, he'd rather stay home -'

'He has a kid now -'

'So do you and… you guys are getting old and responsible and too serious for me'.

'Nobody is more serious than you', James says, smiling at him, but Sirius just rolls his eyes and grabs the bottle of firewhiskey on the coffee table, taking a sip.

James extends his hand. Sirius raises one eyebrow, in disbelief, and his expression only relaxes a little when James takes a long sip of the firewhiskey. The drink burns his throat, infusing him with that weird dose of courage and a will to do something, but James just sighs.

'You are no less serious because of it', Sirius notes.

'I got serious - the war, the first one and then the second one and everything - and I think I forgot how to relax - but that doesn't mean… you are my brother, Sirius'.

'The annoying prettier baby brother?'

'You are older', James says, grinning, and after a second of hesitation, Sirius smiles too. 'You can invite me - I mean, we can do things together. Even if it sounds - or is - stupid'.

'Things together like… registering our animagus form?'

James rests against the couch, and Harry moves his head to rest more comfortably on his shoulders; James thinks he will sleep soon.

'You don't need to do it too - Kingsley already knows about you and he is the bloody Minister of Magic, isn't he? This was not about doing the responsible thing'.

'Then why -'

'I want the credit'. James presses his lips, before admitting something he didn't even share with Lily yet. 'I talked to Minerva - if I get back to my studies, get enough recommendation to be approved by the board, I could get her position'.

Sirius blinks, startled.

'Her position? You mean -'

'Transfiguration professor, yeah'.

He looks away now, feeling somewhat embarrassed. It had never really been an ambition - teaching was much more something Remus had always wanted to do than him; James had been glad to focus on his studies and develop new theories of transfiguration until then.

But ever since Minerva had vented that possibility to him a few weeks after the end of the war, when they were repairing one of the halls destroyed in the battle, that thought had been on his mind. He wasn't in a rush, but the idea of getting back to Hogwarts, this time as a professor, watching other students learn from him as much as he had learned from Minerva McGonagall… he couldn't deny that idea had taken root in his mind.

James always teased her that he had been her favourite student, but the fact was that she was his favourite professor and there was some part of him that wanted to impress her and prove himself good enough to replace her someday.

He waits for Sirius' response, but there is only a silence that doesn't seem good.

'I know it's huge', James mumbles. 'There are others far more capacitated than me, I am starting now to -'

'Shut your mouth, Prongs', interrupts Sirius, and James turns to him. There is a grin on his face. 'Being humble never suited you'.

James laughs softly.

'I wasn’t trying to', he assures him.

'I thought - I thought you had wanted to do the right thing. You know, registering just because you wanted to follow the law, as if… as if you were ashamed of what we did illegally -'

'Now it's you who needs to shut up, Padfoot'. He takes another sip of the firewhiskey. ‘Animagus at age of fifteen? I’m damn proud of it. Also, that’s the only thing that I have done that’s cooler than half the stuff Harry got into’.

‘Yeah, I suppose it’s hard when your son is a bloody hero’.

Harry chooses that moment to start snoring loudly, which sends James and Sirius into a fit of laughter. James raises, careful to let Harry sleep on the couch, and Harry doesn’t look remotely close to waking up.

‘I am glad you took him out for a drink’, James says, taking out Harry’s glasses. ‘I was just jealous - it should have been me’.

‘I am sure there will be another occasion’, Sirius says dismissively. ‘He will probably forget every embarrassing thing he did, you know how that works’.

‘Oh, he embarrassed himself?’, James asks, a glint of fun on his eyes. Sirius smirks.

‘That happy giggling Harry you saw? Just the last stage. He was all cocky at first - that’s how we got into that darts bet’.

‘Harry? My son? Cocky?’

‘Oh, yeah, he reminded me a lot of you’, Sirius’ smirk increases. ‘He was strutting and all’.

‘Tell me you took pictures of it’.

‘I would never’, Sirius declares, though James isn’t sure he believes him this time. ‘And then he got very… honest’.

‘That doesn’t sound good for that stealth mission’.

Sirius shakes his head.

‘If he was spilling out Auror secrets I would be happier - no, instead I had to hear about the time he and Ginny -’

‘Nope, nope, I don’t want to know’.

‘Well, me neither, I won’t ever use your Invisibility Cloak again, you can be sure. But anyway - that’s why he got here so drunk. I decided vodka was the only way to shut him up properly’.

Sirius looks so satisfied with himself and his choices, that James knows what he has to do.

‘It’s late’, he says pleasantly. ‘Crash here tonight’.

‘Oh, I think I will - I am not fit to apparate’.

‘Let’s go upstairs then’.

‘And Harry?’

‘Oh, look at him. He is sleeping so well, he can stay here tonight’.

‘If you are sure’.

‘Yeah, yeah, everything will be fine’.

_________

James has slept barely four hours when he wakes up with Lily’s cry. He puts on his robe lazily, waiting a few minutes to go downstairs; when he passes Sirius’ room, the door is already opened.

Good.

He finds them all together in the toilet next to the kitchen, and by the sounds coming out of there, his Hangover Potion wasn’t very efficient.

‘We were working late, Lily’, Sirius is saying, sounding properly desperate. ‘And we went out for a drink -’

‘It was a Tuesday night! He has to work in one hour!’

‘So do I - but you see, I’m his boss, so everything is fine! Also, I don’t think any of the boys will show up -’

‘Perfect’, Lily interrupts him, her eyes sending daggers in Sirius’ direction. ‘Then you can take care of him’. She sees James. ‘Did you know about this?’

‘Me? I was working late on my text, you know’, he answers, yawning and looking very innocent.

Sirius waits until Lily is out for the kitchen to turn to James, his eyes narrowed.

‘You knew she would be mad. That’s why you told me to stick around’.

‘If I knew how my dear wife would react to knowing you got our son pissed? How could I?’

Sirius grimaces as there is another retching sound coming from the bathroom.

‘Oh, you better go there and don’t forget to keep Harry hydrated’.

‘Watch it’, Sirius says, but he goes into the bathroom anyway. ‘I won’t ever show you the pictures’.

James shrugs, undisturbed.

‘That’s fine. Next time Harry gets drunk, I will be there’.

‘I won’t ever ever ever drink again’, Harry moans, hugging the toilet seat now, his face sweaty.

‘Oh, kid, we’ve all been there’, Sirius sighs, flushing down the toilet and helping Harry raise.

James grins to himself, glad that Sirius is doing his godfather duty once again, and leaves them alone.

#Eyes glistening #james and sirius #harry and sirius #James and Harry #just a bunch of drunks #and a dad dealing with it #James is not old come on #jily lives is a happier world

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boycock-boycunt-boyslut · 4 years ago

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believe or not,, this was completely unintentional !! on the day this is written and released it's ventis bday for me so,, happy birthday venti !! sorry your first fic on my blog is hurt/comfort ,, i am sad,

fic is inspired by the fact i get bad dreams for a week straight each month, don't worry they just happen and i am fine. very rarely do they scare me that much as i've gotten used to them by now. usually i wake up, process what the hell i dreamt of, (depending on the hour) stay up longer, fall back asleep later.

venti x gn!reader warnings: nightmares, lack of sleep/sleep deprivation, physical contact (hugs), venti refers to the reader as 'love', grammar + spelling mistakes, lowercase writing, tell me if i forgot any description: venti has an s/o that doesn't sleep often because of nightmares, only making the nightmares more frequent. he decides to try and help them this time. word count: 1k

"loooove?"

venti's call to you was basically pointless. you only continued to doodle meaningless pictures onto the sheet of paper.

"darling? apple of my eye? the best lover i could ask for?"

you gave a tired exhale as you turned to look at venti. he was playing with his sleeves when you turned to him. his green hat and cape being put onto the bed a bit away from your desk in the corner.

"yes venti?"

"are you gonna sleep soon?"

he should've known the answer, he probably did know the answer. venti wasn't stupid, despite the kind of drunkard he played himself down to be.

"i've got so much to do though.. just go to sleep without me tonight. please?" you lied. "i'll try to get in bed as soon as i can."

you heard a sigh from the bard as you turned back around. then shuffling as he changed clothes and laid down in bed.

"would you like me to go out of the room? so you can sleep in the dark without a candle," you asked, still not looking back. you know he had the sad eyes and by now, you just couldn't look at them.

"please just stay in here..."

"alright," you muttered back, hearing more noises as venti settled down.

the candle lit the sheet of paper you continued to doodle on. in truth, there was no letters, no stories to write, nothing to do really. you just wanted something, anything, to distract you from sleeping. nightmares and bad dreams plagued your mind a lot of the time, leaving sleep to be more of a hassle than something to want at all. in the end you just barely slept. venti was aware of it.

he was used to you saying you were busy with something and would then sleep by himself. you'd join him at the end of the night to rest your eyes and your body, but sleep was kept to a minimum.

and you could tell venti hated it.

the bard knew of your nightmares, in the first few months of dating you he had figured out they plagued you at times. you'd wake in a fright and bolt up. then you'd lay back down as you processed what happened and hugged venti tight as you shoved your face into him.

he'd wake up when you jolted up awake and try to pretend to sleep. though the more unbearable nights, one when your cries and sobs were heard by him, he'd ask to pull you into his arms as comfort.

and so, after staying up for a few more hours and running out of papers to doodle on, you walked over to the bed. venti lay facing your side of the bed, hair unbraided and a peaceful look on his face. you lifted the blankets and laid down beside him. a small hum come from venti as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled himself closer.

you played with his hair for a few extra minutes before slowly starting to doze off. you didn't want to sleep. not yet. not when the only thing to greet you were upsetting scenarios and imagery. ones you couldn't get out of until the very end.

but your body refused.

venti's eyes flew open as your body lurched forward. heavy breathing was all that filled the room as he looked up to you, hunched over with your head in your hands.

ah, one of those dream tonight. he thought.

the bard sat up slowly and looked at you for a second.

"venti," you whispered.

"yes love?"

"please-" you sobbed into your hands. "please just hold me for tonight, please?"

he gave a nod in response and wrapped his arms around you. you turned yourself over and put your head against venti's chests.

for a considerable amount of time, you two sat in each others embrace. venti rubbed circles onto your back as you started to calm down. he didn't have to ask or talk. he just wanted to be with you for tonight.

though, he swore he'd try to help you more in your sleeping endeavors.

the next night, you were doing the same. sitting at your desk and doodling more things into pages with nothing to do.

"love, can we talk?" venti asked.

"hm?" you turned around to look at him. "is something the matter, ven?"

"i just wanted to ask- is- is there a way i can help you with your sleeping?"

"what do you mean?"

"i want you to sleep more, and take care of yourself more. you can't keep going on like this," venti walked over to where you were sitting and placed his hands on your shoulders. "i'm worried about you love, you're hurting yourself more than you think."

you looked down at your hands, tears already welling up into your eyes as you looked up at venti. he looked worried. he looked serious. it was making you nervous.

"i-" you took a deep breath. "i can't venti... 'm tired of those dreams. i don't want to see them anymore."

"then we can get help for it. please, stop hurting yourself like this. i love you and i want the best for you..."

you looked up at venti, down at your hands, and up again.

"venti..."

"i'll get the mora for it i swear."

you gave a short, sad laugh as tears welled into your eyes.

"fine..."

venti smiled at you as he hugged you, bending down further to put his head on your shoulder as you continued to sit down.

"thank you, love. i'll get the mora and i'll cover everything. promise me you'll at least try to take care of yourself."

he pulled away to look at you, leaving a peck on your forehead as well.

"it's weird seeing you so serious venti," you gave a slight laugh.

"it's hard for me to be that serious as well."

you both laughed as venti lead you to the bed. getting each other under the covers. there was no promise of no nightmares that night, but you both hoped it'd at least become more tolerable over time.

#tw nightmares #genshin impact #vennys tales #venti #venti x reader #genshin x reader #venny writes about venti dsdss

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siebenschoen · 4 years ago

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old things, half forgotten

fandom: the wayhaven chronicles

pairing: (m!detective x Ava)

warnings: none, this is more a character study of my detective than anything else; part of a February Prompt list: day 1 - love letters

I’ve been really into twc lately, so of course the first thing that popped into my mind, when I decided to follow a prompt list “make it about wayhaven! make it about wayhaven!”. So, yeah, this happend. Fair warning though, this is spell check by nothing, but google docs - it’s late and I’m tired and just so happy that I managed to write something for the first time in months.

summary: Janosch comes home. Waiting for him is a box full of memories and a very judgemental cat.

Janosch closes the door behind him and kicks his shoes off. His bag lands somewhere on the floor between the front door and the coat rack, quickly followed by his jacket. Schrödinger eyes him in his wise, judgemental way from the open kitchen door.

“What?”, Janosch asks, more harshly than intended, but Schrödinger just meows and walks off - probably to stare out of the window and plot revenge. Janosch sighs. Shit, he thinks, shit shit shit. He moves to the living room and crumbles down on the couch.

The wall next to him seems so much higher than usual, with his head hanging off from the couch, it’s a light, soft orange that he picked out with Tina back when he first started at the station and had moved into a new apartment - his home, now. He remembers how they had painted the walls together - in old t-shirts and even older jeans -, Tina had made little hats out of newspaper for them both and ABBA’s Dancing Queen had been blasting in the background. Life had been so much easier then. He hadn’t been detective and the biggest problems in his life had been a non-existing mother and an ex-boyfriend, that he desperately needed to get over, not… not whatever the fuck is going on now.

Janosch smacks his hands over his eyes and lets out a deep, deep sigh. Maybe if he just tries not to think about it- but it’s no use. And he knows that it’s no use. He is too old to try to repress his emotions until his problems go away. Not that that ever worked for him. Problems tend to stay, he finds, stay and fester and get all nasty and disgusting if nobody deals with them. So, he has to deal with them.

He sits up, slowly rubbing his forehead. The question is how. How does he deal with his problem- his… crush. Is it a crush? He’s not sure. It’s attraction, that much is certain. He finds no shame in admitting that. Ava is an attractive woman, nothing wrong with noticing that. And he enjoys flirting with her. Enjoys that he can make her blush sometimes, but enjoys it even more when she doesn’t blush, but her lips lift into what is almost a smile and her eyes twinkle with what is almost playfulness and she almost flirts back. (She enjoys it too, he thinks, hopes.)

And, yes, he does care for her and the thought of her being hurt - hurt trying to protect him - makes his chest feel too tight and the air too thin. So, yeah, it’s probably more than attraction, probably also more than a crush, but that’s a scary thought and he’s not quite there… yet.

His gaze falls to one of the cardboard boxes that’s been pulled from the shelf and now sits in front of it. He planned on looking through that one today after work. Part of his supposedly annual cleaning regiment. Getting rid of old stuff, making room for new one. But that was yesterday evening, before Ava and he… well, before she had almost touched his cheek and he had almost kissed her and almost thought that she might want him as much as he does. (That much, huh?) Now it seems almost pointless. Why make room for the new, if the new doesn’t want to be here? But he grabs the box anyway and starts sorting through it.

It’s mostly pictures, still in their respective envelopes from then he got them printed, and he decides to keep them immediately. There’s a jar of sand that Tina had gifted him as a reminder from a holiday long, long, long ago and he looks at it for a moment. It’s just sand, he thinks. He can get into his car and drive to the beach if he regrets throwing it away too much. It lands on the steadily growing ‘keep’ pile.

Next is a little cotton bag that’s starting to fray at the edges. He turns it over and a collection of different shells falls into his lap. Some of them are broken, splintered into tiny, tiny pieces, that dust his jeans now. With a little patience he could probably glue them back together. He sighs. He is so bad at this. How is this supposed to work when he can’t even fight the urge to glue some old shells back together only to put them back into an old bag, which he’ll put into an old cardboard box never to be seen again?

He grabs a magazine - he can make out a headline about the right treatment of balcony plants in winter - from the coffee table and bushes the broken shells on it. That much he can throw away. That much at least.

He turns back towards the box, grabbing something from the bottom of it and pulling it out. It’s a small stack of notes. Shit, that’s something he hasn’t seen in a while. They are colourful pieces of square paper, the kind you keep on your desk to take notes, and he can see his own forcefully careless scrawl on it. The ink has slightly faded with the years, but not so much that he couldn’t read them anymore. “take care” reads the first one , “leftovers are in the fridge” the next one with a little star doodled in the corner, “i love you” the third.

He looks at the last one for a while. It’s a soft baby blue and the edge crumples between his fingers. It’s been years, he thinks, years. He used to leave them around the flat, when he lived together with Bobby, for him to find. He’d write them and imagine how Bobby would find them and feel loved or touched, at least. But the notes always stayed where he’d left them. At first he thought that maybe Bobby just forgot, but it was always Janosch who’d collect them at the end of the day and eventually he stopped.

He’s glad now that Bobby didn’t pick them up. He wouldn’t want him to have these now.

There’s an annoyed meow to his left. Schrödinger has returned from his plotting and is now looking at him with questioning, pale yellow eyes. “These are quite old, buddy. Older than you, I think.”, Janosch says, still holding the blue note. His cat meows again and he nods. “Yeah, I know. I’m just bad at getting rid of stuff.” He sighs. “But you’re right. It’s high time for these to leave.”

He collects the rest of the notes and moves to the kitchen - Schrödinger following and pressing against his legs, probably trying his damn hardest to make Janosch trip. He makes it in one piece though. He looks at the notes and suddenly he’s a college student again and in love and maybe-, he thinks but cuts himself off before the sting in his chest gets any worse and throws them in the bin. It’s better that way. It would have been better like this for quite a while.

Schrödinger meows up his leg. “Oh, now you are in bad need of attention? Stupid cat.”, he mutters, but picks him up and presses a kiss between Schrödinger’s ears. “I love you.” Schrödinger purrs - a little.

Janosch carries him back to the living room, ignoring the mess of envelopes and sand jars and broken shells he left behind (Because isn’t that what happens when you clean? You just make the mess worse?), and sits down on the couch. The cat, a warm, comforting weight on his lap. “You know”, he ruffles Schrödinger’s grey fur, who purrs in response, “I think she’d like them. The notes, I mean.” Schrödinger stops purring and opens his yellow eyes to judge him. Janosch laughs and then sighs. “Yeah, I have it bad.”

#the wayhaven chronicles #twc #my writing #my ocs #my ocs: janosch

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stormhawksplanb · 6 years ago

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Alphabet Headcannon With Nova and Stork!

(I know I said I wasn’t gonna turn this blog into a romance between Nova and Stork but people are requesting me to do Alphabet challenges so here- List created by @houndofjustice-imagines <3 )

A for Arguments - How often do you two argue? Who apologies first? How do they make up? etc

They rarely Argue unless it’s over something that was miscommunication. Who ever misunderstood is usually the one to apologize first. But Stork has a bad habit of avoiding, and giving Nova the silent treatment when he’s mad, or thinks she’s done something that hurts him. This usually ends in her having a break down, and him feeling guilty. The after effect of this can continue for a couple days, and it makes everyone on the ship concerned.

B for Bedtime Routine - Do they prefer to be the big spoon or little spoon? Favorite sleeping position? etc

Nova likes to curl up and cuddle his side, usually with one leg over his waist. This is usually what happens when stork wants to have a personal furnace since she gives off a lot of heat. He will sometimes pull her closer onto him and surround them in blankets. If it’s too hot stork will get on top of her with his arms tucked under her back.

C for Cook - Do they cook? Can they cook? What type of food do they like to cook for their partner?

Nova is trying to teach him to cook, and it’s not going well. She winds up doing most of the cooking, and he’s doing the cleaning up part. Stork will also try and eat the food in the process. Even if it’s something like cookie dough. Nova tried to stop him by pointing out how he could get sick from eating raw eggs and he’ll shrug it off. “At least I’ll die happy” or a “It’s slightly romantic and twisted if I die from you’re cooking.” is usually his retort. Stork can’t cook. But he can kind of bake, or make french toast.

D for DIY - Do they like to make gifts for their partner? Are they good at general DIY around the house? Do they enjoy doing it?

100% They both do it, but not all the time. Usually if one or the other is upset or depressed they’ll make something silly, or charming to cheer the other up. Stork tries to teach Nova about mechanical stuff, but it usually doesn’t stick, word wise. She can do the thing, but can not explain it nor keep the technical terms. They both enjoy it and stork likes the sensation of being proud whenever she randomly pulls his little tricks out of her hat and shows off. They both have a habit of buying random junk to try and fix anything broken. It’s ‘quality’ time for them, but it’s really just an excuse for them to be together without drawing too much teasing from the others.

E for Effort - How much effort do they put into their relationship?

It’s 100% give and take. They’ve both been in pretty rough relationships with other people, friends and/or potential lovers, and they both have trust issues. Even though they seemingly get along like their already married, they made a rule to be honest with each other. The only one who struggles with it is Nova. She likes to keep things bottled up because she thinks her high energy will scare him off. Stork on the other hand is sensitive to this and thinks it’s because she doesn’t want to put in the effort. They eventually clear this up and things start to go smoother than before. Every now and then one of the other storm hawks will catch them sobbing or consoling each other, and will let the others know to give the couple some space for a bit.

F for First Date - Where do you go on your first date? How does it go etc?

They didn’t have an official date until they became official, which was a really weird, slow, conversion of just silently accepting each other. It just kind of happened, but once it was agreed they’d be official, and tell everyone, Stork woke Nova up in the middle of the night to show her the migration of the shimmering locus (a locus that’s wings are covered in colorful crystal dust) that was feeding on the flowers on Terra Fauna. He also brought with him a late night snack. Nova declared it, be accident, as “The best date I’ve ever been on” while slowly falling asleep again. Stork silently agreed and that’s what they considered their very first date. It was a quiet, and soft date.

G for Gifts - What kind of gifts do they gift their partner? What kind of gifts do they receive? etc

Stork recently build a glass case for her gifts, and has sacrificed space on his wall for her drawings. He’s even got a few of her doodles he’s stolen from her sticky note pads and stuck them to the fridge. Nova has a jewelry box contained of the little gadgets and chokers stork makes her. Jewelry is her biggest weakness, and he 100% knows if it’s got little moving parts or shiny things she can fiddle with, she’ll be over the moon about it. There is the occasional buying of the gifts, but that’s usually books, or something they other really wants, or needs. Examples are: Nova hunting down and buying stork that Brain worm helmet, or stork catching glimpses of dud crystals or crafty related things he finds at a cheap price since Nova already has enough time making profit off of commissions.

H for Honeymoon - Where do they go on Honeymoon? Details on the honeymoon etc.

They spent their Honey moon during one of Terra Merbia’s Blackout Festivals. Once a year the Terra’s storms stop completely and the sky becomes engulfed in colorful rays from the crystal energies, and it covered everything in saturated blended colors. Stork never got to see it due to the damage caused by war, and him running off into the waste lands. Both Stork and Nova cried that night, but it was happy tears. The rest of the week they spent just being together. One day they almost forgot to eat breakfast because they were both physically, and emotionally tired, but in a good way. They were just in a lazy mindset.

I for Intimacy - What do like they like? Where do they like to be intimate? Are they experienced etc?

Both virgins, and when it comes down to where and when, it’s in privacy and with no one around, and as little chance of getting caught. On the rare occasion they can’t get ‘alone time’ on the ship they will go camping, or out to a Bed and breakfast to get away. They will also take the opportunity as soon as the others fly off for training or a mission. When they do have intimate moments it’s usually planned, and sometimes it has nothing to do with sex/making love. Most of the time it’s them just being in the same room reading, or being goofy. Stork and Nova have the most fun when they act out old fashion plays.

J for Jealously - How jealous are they? How often do they get jealous? How they react? etc

Stork is a long distance jealousy guy. Nova becomes unwanted pray. He’ll observe his dark beloved from afar. If he sees anything he doesn’t like, or if Nova seems uncomfortable he’ll swoop by and come up with some bizarre excuse to take Nova away from the situation. Nova is the type of jealous that will wait to be alone and breakdown and cry if she thinks she’s endanger of losing stork. This usually ends when stork realizes she’s been avoiding her. She gets better about expressing it after a while.

K for Kink - Do they have any particular kinks?

Yes. Funny thing is it’s constantly changing. Neither of them like lewd kinks, it’s usually just small things that make it more sensual. It could be the way one of them moans, or wiggles. Nova, however, enjoys sensitive play after her climax, and it’s especially a turn on when Stork holds her wrists above her head. He does it so firm, but loose enough to where she knows she can stop him if needed. Storks kink is the aftermath of their passion. He likes it when she twirls his piercings or lightly scratches behind his neck, and ears. He has one kink he’ll never admit to her about, but it flips a switch in him when she snorts, so yes, he tries to get her to laugh during sex, and knows exactly how to do it. And if he times it just right with her release it’s his favorite sound in the world.

L for Long Distance - How do they cope with Long Distance? How they prefer to keep in contact? etc

They don’t keep in contact when they’re apart. They are both really good when it comes to being on time when leaving, and coming back. They love each other dearly, but they aren't dependent on one another. They can still live their lives so long they know they’re ok and safe. They might send a carrier pigeon to be like “I made it, but there’s a chicken and it wants to eat my noodles” Usually light hearted letters. Stork keeps those in a box under his bed to read when he does miss her. Nova is usually so busy when she leaves the condor she usually forgets, but she makes sure to carry something to cuddle when she gets lonely. When they return, it’s over the top and dramatic. Mostly to annoy anyone within ear shot. A few attempts of foreplay, or reunion sex is attempted, but it’s rather quick, and they try to be as silent as possible about it. The others, of course, don’t know where they went for those handful of minutes.

M for Marriage - Do they want to get married? Their wedding etc.

They never really thought of getting married until one day a letter from Terra Merbia came saying stork was to marry someone else. It was just a miscommunication, stork never told Nova, and then proceeded to give her a heart attack after proposing to her once he realized he ‘Didn’t want to give any other person the chance to taker her away. Even if that makes him selfish- he’s only selfish for her’. It was a traditional Merbian marriage. Yet with Nova around there was a few tweaks. Stork was grateful of the whole ‘The groom’s outfit is practically a dress, and that ain’t happening’ edit Nova made. The ceremony usually starts out with announcements of the soon to be married lives, written by their family or friends. There’s also, a rather potent, drink they both take a sip from, to signify their willingness to sacrifice and share in hard times. Nova cringed at the taste and it made everyone giggle. The thing that ties the knot is the drawn lines painted on their wrists, to signify their unity as one and their effects on each other. No two symbols are the same since it’s a one time, improvised moment. Stork gave Nova a heart with a sideways infinity symbol, and Nova drew a tight swirl that had A large dot leading to a smaller dot going out towards the end. Merbs are not an outwardly intimate species, all that stuff is saved for in the bedroom just because Merbs are the type to be quiet and keep to themselves to avoid conflict. So any kissing or anything too ‘show offy’ is out of the ceremony, but not unwelcomed. Merbs are also pretty understanding and relaxed about their won rules, given it won’t get anyone hurt, or killed.

N for Night’s Out - Where do they take their partner on nights out? How often do nights out happen?

Night outs happen whenever they get the chance. The others leave for a week to screw around- I mean train with the Absolute Zeros? Let’s take a much needed nap, and drink coffee out on the deck. Stork will have something planned for them as soon as he catches whiff of a vacation. they travel off during vacations and the others just know better to not go looking for them.

O for Often - How often do you see each other? How many times a week? etc

Well they live on the condor together, but know full well not to be too clingy or else they get bored and wind up doing whatever. It’s actually pretty simple the way they function. Eventually it just all becomes a comfy habit to do what they want when they want, and if either wants attention they are more than allowed to seek each other out.

P for Public Displays of Affection - Do they like PDA? Do they have boundaries etc.

Stork surprisingly shows more PDA than Nova. Mostly due to the fact he enjoys embarrassing her when ever he gets the chance. Much play fighting btw. Nova is more spontaneous, and usually only shows her PDA if he’s been close to death, Stork gifts her with something neat, or get excited, and uses him as an outlet. Other than that it’s a game of who can sneak more kisses with out anyone seeing. This makes for some interesting teasing when caught. Stork is currently winning, 32 to 12. The count starts over when wolf whistles are heard, or the “aawwwww” comment is made. Stork has a high score of 456 kisses.

Q for Quiet - Why do they get quiet? How does their partner solve it?

Nova gets quiet when she get depressed or over stressed. Stork kind of just, suddenly realizes it and doesn’t care how long it’s been, he just wants his overly excited, bouncy nova back. This will probably end in a sob session if it’s something close to heart, and if not a cuddle session or a mini nap. When stork get’s quiet it’s usually because of frustration, or if he decides to overwork himself. He will also go quiet all day if he has flashbacks, or night terrors from the war. No one else realizes this, but Nova suffers from those things as well, but get’s over it as soon as it comes. Stork likes to beat himself up. And these always end in sob sessions because he’s so sensitive. Thankfully all it takes is a few minutes of back rubs, and ear kisses to get him back to where he needs to be. Nova’s narcissistic, pessimistic, oddball self.

R for Reunion - How they like to reunite with their partner?

Dramatic. Very dramatic. They do it to annoy the others, and Nova gets the most kicks out of it. But later on there will be lots of cuddling, and kissing. Sometimes they go further than that, but keep it on the down low. Stork will 100% try and break Nova at least once in the more intimate moments. He’ll only stop once he gets at least, one sound from her.

S for Surprise - Do they like surprises? What kind of surprises do they like to get etc?

Nova loves it, and stork only likes it in the form of food. Fried Merb cabbage and mushrooms is his favorite. Nova likes it when stork comes from behind her and hugs her, those are the best surprises. It’s even better with a light bite of her upper cartilage ear piercing. so long there’s no earring. Stork choked on one of her backings once so he’s more careful about it.

T for Texts - How often do they text? How do they react when they receive texts from their partner?

Changing this to messages, but Nova likes to paper air plane drawings and little “You did an awesome job! Show the enemy no mercy!” notes for stork to chuckle at. Stork, on the other hand, loves leaving her poetry. Dark, sexual, playful, romantic or ironic poems. Stork has her wrapped around his finger in whatever mood he wants to see from her with his writing and takes 100% pride in it. If he wants something specific from her he knows how to get it. But doesn’t care if she says no.

U for Unity - How well do they work with their partner? Do they make a good team?

Deadly team. Don’t be at the wrong side of the dagger if you piss off , or hurt, either of them. They have that stupid, unspoken understanding with each other. It’s more of a “do you have an idea” look, followed by who ever nods first is the leader, while the other is the back up to make sure the ‘leader’ stays unharmed. There was one time Dark ace fucked stork up pretty badly and if it wasn’t for The others showing up, and accidentally giving him an escape route, Nova would have killed him.

V for Vacation - Favorite vacation spot to take their partner?

Nova likes being taken to Terra Neon, but mostly for the games and plays at the theater , which they both enjoy. Stork also showed off his skill on the bull ride to Nova, and it was one looong night after that. Stork likes going to Terra Fauna for a vacation. Simply because it’s a nice refreshing place to just be lazy with Nova. They have a wicked nice hiding spot when ever they wanna ‘get it on’. It’s a little cave that has glowing water that shimmers when the moon hits it, and they try and go there when ever they pass by the Terra. Needless to say the spot was picked out because Nova really likes the reflection of the colors, and will get distracted, giving stork the opportunity to give her little nibbles and surprises.

W for When - At what point do they move into together? What kind of place? etc

Welp- Nova was originally just bumming a ride from the storm hawks but due to wanting to learn to be a sky knight ‘from the best squad ever’ she got stuck with them. It started to become more and more permanent when Nova learned that her home Terra was slowly becoming inhabitable. She was then slowly taken on as a storm hawks because no one wanted to say goodbye. Nova even saved Aerrow a few times and got major points for it. Stork was happy, and it showed, when she was written down in the books at Terra Atmosia. He even cried a bit, and then she started up.

X for X-ray - What is their favorite body part on their partner?

Stork loves Nova’s hands, and feet. Not like as in a fetish, it’s just she’s so small, and her hands and feet are just as tiny. also he sometimes does this weird ‘foot holding’ with his feet and hers when they play footsie. It’s not ever really discussed, and it just happens. It mostly happens because her feet are her tickle spot, and he loves her silly snorting. Nova is over the moon about storks ears. If his ears twitch, or droop, chances are you will get a verbal response from her. Stork doesn’t get the obsession about it, but enjoys the foreplay, and piercing twirls.

Y for you - A random head canon about your relationship.

They can’t take a bath alone. Stork started this habit waaay before they got married, and it was really relaxing, and now they can’t relax without each other. Same thing with sleeping, but Nova got stork into the habit of sleeping naked. Not for sexual reasons but because she has silk bedding and they both really like the feeling of sleeping in pure silk.

Z for Zoom - Zoom into the future, what does your future look like?

Nova eventually is taught everything she needs, and these two become makeshift monster hunters. Nova is stork’s damage control, and they’re a force to mess with. Nova even knows how to navigate all of storks traps on the condor. They eventually move into one room together. They never have kids, but they do wind up adopting a ‘guard dog’ for the condor.Nova cries when the other storm hawks hit the ‘official’ minimum age to be a squadron. Stork has no problem leaving the condor, and eventually actually sells it for scrap, and nova and him make the ultimate Ship they dub the Vulture. Stork says it’s his proudest work and makes Nova his first mate. Slowly but surely they separate from the rest of the storm hawks as Aerrow, Piper, Finn, and Junko return to live on their home Terra that Cyclonis took at the start of it all. Stork and Nova stayed for the ceremony of the newly Raised flag, and they rename their Home Terra, Terra Argonia, after Nova’s destroyed Terra. Stork and Nova don’t leave the team, it’s just now that everything is where it should be, and everyone is learning how to fully defend themselves, and rebuild their lives, there’s no major need for the storm hawks. Terra Argonia is now the home base of the team, but Nova and Stork still have a whole world to explore, and they do so. Piper and Raddar eventually get a second ship in case Stork and Nova are gone, and the others want to head out on an adventure. Every now and then the team fully assembles to fight against retaliation, but in the end the world of Atmos is left in capable hands. Especially now that Piper is the head leader of teaching the future fighters, along with the skills taught by the others. Nothing could have prepared them for the end as life is given a steady pace.

(FUCK- THE LAST ONE MADE ME CRY A BIT FUUUUUUCK- Please! ASK ME MORE QUESTIONS LIKE THIS, I’M HAVING FUN WITH THISIIIISISISIS~~~)

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violetisderp · 11 months ago

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Okay so, I wanted to Doodle my 4 main au's on the pc and holy did I fail, they look so bad, expect the one where he has a knife which looks like j drew kn mobile help??

Also I'm just now realizing that for some reason the fur is diffeent for every au, like the side fur AND OMG NO I FORGOT THE M ON HIS HAT IM DONEEEE 😭

(Yes one of them is brighter on purpose)

I'm rather curious what the Tumblr people would think of these 4 Au's if I actually explained them and drew them more. My fav au is definitely the bright one (they dont have names yet and most likely never will)

But I'm to awkward to actually explain especially the sweater one for some reason so eh :v

I do like the Mc Donald's one lol, and there's not much to explain about it and idk if I should explain the other 2

Anyways that's enough rambles lol

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sarinataylor · 6 years ago

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I love all your Joger headcanons (Roger remembering birthdays and anniversaries and John making doctors’ appointments, you are reading my mind!!! Please fic or minific!!!) Now definitely headcanoning Roger and John dealing with touring frustrations by going off on their own to look at the World Pencil Museum or Birthplace of The Man Who Invented The Top Hat and coming back all happy and giggly and solemnly presenting Freddie & Brian & all the crew with pencils or top hat brooches as souvenirs

“I’m fine,” said Roger from the sofa, despite the multiple blankets he had draped over himself. He looked like a strange elf, all pointy chin and pale skin, peaking out from under a mountain of barely strung together wool. “It’s a cold.”

John squinted at him, the phone clutched in his hand as he stood by the wall where it was wired.

“I’m fine,” Roger repeated, only slightly undermined by the scratchy quality that overtook his usual soft tone midway through his declaration.

“Hello? Hello? This is Northway Medical Centre, Janice speaking,” came the voice from the speaker John had held to his ear.

Roger widened his eyes, a clear attempt to appear more trustworthy.

“Hello,” said John into the telephone, shaking his head at Roger who slumped further into his blanket fortress. “I would like to make an appointment?”

“Oh!” the lady, Janice, said. “Certainly. Are you an existing patient?”

“Yes,” replied John, ignoring Roger as he groaned dramatically and flopped fully into a horizontal position on the sofa. He coughed, attempting pitifully to hide the sound in his numerous blankets - all of which had been donated by Freddie during his short lived crochet phase. “It’s for a Roger Taylor?”

“Hmm,” said Janice, and the faint sound of a filing cabinet being opened and flipped through came across the receiver. “T, T, Taylor! Roger M?”

“That’s him,” said John, watching impassively as Roger drew the blankets over his face. “As soon as possible would be best. He’s had a low grade fever for a few days, and he’s had a cough for about a week or so.”

“We have an availability tomorrow morning at 11,” Janice said, sounding distracted. “Can I just confirm that you’re a family member?”

“Yes,” said John, with a roll of his eyes and an impatient tap of his foot. “I’m his Uncle Frederick.”

An unattractive snort, followed by another bout of horribly deep sounding coughs, emanated from under the blankets on the sofa. Roger’s head poked out from under a particularly large and ungainly hole as he mouthed, “Uncle Frederick?”

“Roger’s all booked in for tomorrow at 11, Frederick,” said Janice, sounding inappropriately happy for someone who most likely spent the vast majority of their time talking to the miserably ill population of the world. “We’ll see young Roger then!”

“Thank you, Janice,” John replied drily, one eyebrow raised as Roger devolved into peals of painful sounding laughter. “Young Roger will see you then.”

“Why,” said Roger breathily, too-long fringe stuck to his brow sweatily. “Uncle Frederick!”

“You’re such a prick,” said John, hanging up the phone to the sound of Janice’s slightly shocked inhalation and making his way over. “If you’d just made the bloody appointment like you said you had last week-”

“The line was busy!” Roger protested, lifting his legs for John to settle down on the sofa. “I couldn’t get through!”

“And you were so busy,” John muttered, settling Roger’s legs back down on his lap. He smoothed the blankets so they covered Roger’s feet again — Roger couldn’t stand having his feet out in the cold air when he was sleeping, and when he was sick he wasn’t all that much better. Not at all better, in fact, just louder.

“I was!” Roger insisted, prodding at his thigh with his sock-clad toes even as he sunk even further into their ridiculously soft sofa. Roger had found it in some junk antique store with Freddie, beaten him to the punch with what John had heard was a particularly vicious round of Rock, Paper, Scissors, and hauled it home with the help of two auspiciously kind gentlemen who had been none too happy to be sent off packing with little more than a cup of tea for their work.

“Really,” sighed John, even as he began rubbing Roger’s feet. He liked to pretend he was above all of Roger’s little attention-seeking tricks but at the end of the day he knew the only thing that sent him apart from all the other sad, soppy eyed buggers was that Roger fell for his tricks too. “And what were you so busy with while I was at my mum’s, then?”

“Well,” said Roger, preening like a cat even as his skin glistened with the sickly sheen of feverish discomfort. “I’m sure you forgot, but it was the adoption date of Oscar and Tiffany last week.”

John froze.

“Oh?” he said, trepidously.

Just six months ago on an inauspicious Sunday afternoon he, Roger, and Brian had had a huge blow up fight over the drumline of a song they’d— as it turned out — ended up scrapping. This was, of course, prior to his and Roger’s moving in together which had allowed the entire affair to blow completely out of proportion. Instead of coming home to a bowl of peanuts — their shells all decorated with doodles of Brian’s ridiculous curls — which would allow his anger to stream out of him as if it had hardly ever been there, or arriving home first to quickly whip up an impromptu sci-fi marathon in the living room which would have Roger smiling softly at him in the early hours of the morning — instead of any of that, they had gone home to their respective flats and they had stewed.

Which.

Look, okay, Roger and John? They worked. God knew how, Freddie and Brian certainly couldn’t understand it — but they did. The perfect mix of passion and patience; stubbornness and compromise; heat and icy cold. The problem was, of course: embers remain and leave you with blistered fingertips; ice will leave you with raised welts.

And, well. they’d gone home and they’d stewed and. It had been Tom’s adoption day on the Thursday.

John? He was good with bills. He was great with waking up and remembering that oh, yes, he was due for a vaccination. However, birthdays and anniversaries? It was as if he had a sieve for a brain. Back when he had dated, however briefly, women it had been something easily blamed on being male. Men didn’t remember these things, they weren’t important. Brian, he knew, agreed.

Roger did not.

Roger couldn’t remember to pick up sugar on his way back from his classes. Hell, Roger couldn’t remember to pick up sugar when that was specifically what he had been sent out to buy (Shrove Tuesday’s pancakes had been dusted with shebert instead of sugar and lemon. It had worked oddly well). What Roger could remember, however? Birthday’s, anniversaries - anniversaries of things that weren’t worth celebrating, even. Their first date? John got a card. The first time they’d fucked in the first bathroom stall of the pub around the corner? A supreme pizza. A month of dating? A chocolate bar. The first time they’d fucked in the second bathroom stall of the pub around the corner? A supreme pizza with extra sausage.

Frankly, John was bloody grateful that Brian’s birthday was just before Roger’s. It left him with just enough time to prepare when he inevitably forgot.

But. This one time. They had gone back to their flats and they had stewed.

Freddie was off doing god knows what, Brian had ridiculously intelligent things to do (which they couldn’t possibly understand), and John sat in his flat and he determinedly did not call. And neither did Roger.

Instead, Roger had sent a card for Tom’s adoption birthday. And, he hadn’t called Brian to remind him. He hadn’t called John to remind him; hadn’t signed the card from John also, as he had gotten in the habit of over the past few months. No, Roger had sent a card. Had sent a card just from him.

And all had been calm. All had been fine. Until Freddie got home from his… whatever the hell it was Freddie did when they weren’t around, and realised that no-one other than Roger had remembered Tom’s adoption birthday.

“Yeah,” said Roger, toes digging ever deeper into John’s thigh. “Both of them. One day apart.”

“Hmm,” said John, running a hand over Roger’s ankle. “I suppose you were quite busy.”

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thewritingfox · 7 years ago

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Chapter 5- A Little Angst... Just A Little

Master Post -> https://thewritingfox.tumblr.com/post/174423752657/soulmates-master-post-first-draft

A/N Okay so... I have a bit of a problem. I have to pay my rent on Friday, but the past few weeks my hours at my job have been less than normal, so I’m not going to have enough and if I can’t pay my rent, I’m most likely going to be thrown out of the place I live. I... I hate asking for help, ESPECIALLY help with money but... please... if you can spare it, could you please send money to my paypal? Please, I REALLY hate to ask, but I need just about $100 more... and anyone who does help, I’ll return the money as soon as I can (since I’ll be picking up a LOT more hours AND getting a raise very soon)

paypal.me/lexxcanfieldn

Virgil didn’t remember falling asleep, and he certainly didn’t remember falling asleep on top of a pallet of paints. He groaned as he straightened his back out. It was 4am and Virgil shivered. He didn’t remember opening the attic window? He walked over to close it and noticed a dark figure standing under the streetlight and it looked like they were starring at him. He closed the window as hard and fast as he could and made sure it was locked. Suddenly he slid backwards and hit his head on the floor. He looked down and saw an envelope. He grabbed one of the masks he used when he had painted his attic and the living room for his aunt, and opened the envelope. Inside was money and a small sticky note that read “Stay safe. I’m not the only one watching”. Virgil rushed back to his window and saw the street was empty. He double checked the lock on his window and drew the curtains and locked the attic door and shoved a desk covered in paint cans against it. He knew there was no way he was going to be able to sleep that night. He grabbed a marker and drew it on his leg to let the others know what was going on.

He didn’t expect the overwhelming feelings of affection and protectiveness to fall over him. He watched as Pat and Ro drew back. Patton drew himself hugging virgil, even though they were barely anything more than stick figures, and Roman drew a picture of him with a sword fighting a dragon wearing a witches hat and protecting Virgil, which made him laugh and start to relax. He decided to FINALLY finish his homework as Patton sent little reassuring doodles to him and Roman sent feelings of confidence. It helped him a lot and he almost completely forgot about the strange person. Amost.

The next day, Roman could tell he was EXHAUSTED. Even though Virgil had relaxed and almost forgotten about it, he still couldn’t go back to sleep. He was too confused. Why had they given him money? How had they gotten the window open? Who were they and who else was watching? The questions bounced around in his mind all night, keeping him awake and it made Roman REALLY worried. “Hey Virge. Are you okay? I mean with what happened last night, I’d understand if you weren’t.

“S-scared. C-conf-fused.”

“I would be too if I was in your position. Look I know what we talked about yesterday, but I’m still TERRIFIED for you. All I want to do is put you in one of those giant hamster balls with a bunch of pillows and blankets and food and protect you from everything.” Virgil smiled sheepishly

“Th-thank you.” Roman scratched the back of his neck and blushed lightly.

“W-well, your welcome. I just wanna make sure you’re taken care of.” Virgil laughed

“A-alm-most s-sounds l-like y-you h-have a c-crush on me.”

“I mean,” Roman yanked up his right sleeve “it’s not like we’re soulmates or anything!” Roman yelled during a lull in the sound of the hallway. Everyone snapped their heads in his direction and Virgil watched the jaws drop as people who recognized the super popular drama nerd put the pieces together in their heads. Virgil instinctively hid behind Roman and pulled up his dark hood, pulling the strings as tightly as he could to avoid seeing all of the eyes straining to spot him to confirm their fears. Roman put on a defiant look and Virgil was filled almost to the brim with his soulmates feelings of confidence and rebellion. Roman snatched Virgil’s hand and kissed him in front of all of the starring eyes, before storming off, dragging an infuriated VIrgil behind him.

When Roman finally stopped, they were in front of the drama building, a light rain falling on the two of them. Virgil’s rage was boiling over and Roman’s phone went off, undoubtedly messages from Logan and Patton trying to figure out what the emotion spikes were. Virgil angrily scribbled on a scrap of paper in his bag and presented it to Roman as his speech, to avoid making it any longer and embarrassing with the stutter. “HOW COULD YOU DO THAT?! WE AGREED YESTERDAY WE WEREN’T GOING TO DATE AND I THOUGHT YOU UNDERSTOOD THAT I DIDN’T WANT ANYONE KNOWING! WHAT THE HELL IS wrong WITH YOU?! DID YOU NOT STOP TO THINK ABOUT HOW I FELT?! THAT WAS SO EMBARRASSING!! I CAN’T believe YOU!” Before Roman finished reading the rest he threw the note to the side.

“WHY did I do it?! I don’t know, MAYBE because I HATE seeing the way people treat you! I hate feeling your CONSTANT fear and nervousness! MAYBE because I thought of it as a way to PROTECT you! Since everyone ELSE seems to think I’m SO great and they’d do ANYTHING for me and blah blah blah, I MAYBE just THOUGHT that they’d leave you alone if they knew!”

“T-that d-doesn’t f-fix A-ANY TH-THING! N-NOW TH-THEY’RE J-JUST G-GONNA D-DO IT T-TO Y-YOU TOO!!!”

“NO THEY WON’T!! YOU can’t KNOW WHAT THEY’RE GONNA DO! YOU DON’T EVEN know ANY OF THEM! CAN YOU NAME anyone AT THIS SCHOOL’S NAME, BESIDES MINE OR A TEACHER’S?! HAVE YOU EVEN TRIED TO GET TO KNOW ANYONE?!”

“I D-DON’T N-NEED T-TO!! N-NO O-ONE HAS E-EVER C-CARED E-EN-NOUGH T-TO TRY TO K-KNOW M-ME E-EITHER!!!”

“I CARE!!!” With that Roman started to stomp off as the rain began pouring down.

“M-MAYB-BE Y-YOU SH-SHOULDN’T C-CARE TH-THEN!!!”

“FINE! I WON’T!”

“F-FINE!!!” Virgil sank down, sitting in the rain and started crying. He wanted to apologize as he watched Roman’s almost regal form disappear into the main building of the school.

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a-table-of-fics · 4 years ago

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Cull to Adventure, Chapter 9, Draft 1

Marie brought a third fan, pointing it at the couch she had laid Agent 4 on. He was already getting some consistency back, but she wanted to make sure. She wasn’t worried about any mess on the couch, as the ink would soon evaporate anyway. She set it to “low,” like the others, then turned to pet the Zapfish who was powering all three. She was there for a few moments before going walking over and getting another Lamprede from the cooler she had.

“You did good out there, Agent 4,” she said, handing it to him. With a small smile, she added, “I sure know how to pick ‘em.”

Cull looked over, nodding appreciatively with a still-sloshy head.

“I didn’t think the Octoweapons would be fully operational, though,” she continued. “Gotta hand it to the Octarians; they know how to prepare.”

“So I’m gonna fight m-more ovens?” Cull groaned.

“I don’t know about that,” she replied, “But I do know we’re gonna need the big guns.”

She reached into her kimono, revealing a walkie talkie attached to a cord.

“Hello, Sheldon, can you hear me? Over.”

“Loud and clear, Mar-“ Sheldon started, before correcting himself, “erm, Agent 2. Over!”

Marie had to lean back from her device as Sheldon squealed with excitement, before clearing his throat and continuing.

“Agent 4, you’re in good hands! We at Ammo Knights have over 542 million years of trusted service, and I’m proud to say my weapons can be of help to the New Squidbeak Splatoon! What better place for a test run than the real-world conditions of saving Inkopolis, am I right? You’ll even get to use them once developed, and I think you’ll—”

“Okay,” Marie interjected. “Down, boy. I think Agent 4 gets the point.”

“Right,” Sheldon replied. “Well, come back tomorrow and I’ll get an Ammo Knights Enhancifier for you. It’ll automatically upgrade your weaponry and even make different bombs for you, if you can provide materials and enough energy from Power Eggs.”

“S-sounds good,” Cull said, finally felling solid enough to get onto his feet. “I…I think I need s-some time, anyway. It’s getting late…”

Marie nodded. The sky was already starting to fade from pink to purple, a lovely sight even in a place like Octo Canyon.

“Well, you can stay here for the night,” she said. “I mean, Agent 3 slept at an outpost like this, too, you know.”

“I… I kinda want to go home…” Cull admitted, taking a few semisolid steps to the grate to Inkopolis. “Got a few things t-to take care of…”

“You sure? You might still wanna…”

Marie paused, taking in Agent 4’s expression.

“…Suit yourself,” she finally said, “but the offer stands, okay?”

Cull looked back and gave a thumbs-up that was just a little runny, then disappeared into the grate.

Marie sighed, watching his inky footsteps disappear with mild interest before turning the fans off. Gently, she picked up the Zapfish and prepared to take it somewhere.

***

“Youuu okay?” Flage asked, in her usual sing-song voice. “I know it’s been ho-ot, but you’re not looking so great.”

“Y-yeah, I’ll… I’ll be fine,” Cull said, reflexively pulling his beanie down a little.

“Come now,” Flage said, reaching for the front of his hat, “Wearing a beanie in this he-heat? Don’t be silly!”

Cull leaned back so quickly that he almost fell right over the bench’s armrest.

“Please don’t,” he said.

“Oh, sorryyy,” she said, scooching backwards a little. “Forgot that’s pa-art of your look.”

“Y-yeah,” Cull said, leaning back up, “Guess…guess you could say it is.”

He shook his head; he didn’t have it in him to stay mad at her. She was trying to help, after all, and it’s not like she knew of his haircut.

“A-anyway,” he asked, looking for a change in subject, “what brings you to this bus stop? I-I thought you lived in Inkopolis.”

“Oh, that I dooo,” she replied, “but I hear there’s some goooood stargazing out by Bulrush Lake!”

“Ah,” he nodded. “That sounds nice.”

“Yeah, and you know it’ll be a sight to be-holdwhile the power’s still out! Goootta count my lucky stars!”

“I… I guess…”

“Besides, I need the ref-er-ence for my next piece. My next painting will change the world of art, buh-leave you me!”

“I-I’m sure it will,” Cull said, nodding slowly. “I’d l-like to see it s-sometime, if that’s okay...”

“Of course it is!” Flage beamed. “I would looove a fellow artiste to look at my work!”

“Oh, I’m n-no a-artiste,” Cull said, laughing nervously. “I-I just l-like drawing…”

“C’mon now!” Flage said, lightly patting Cull’s arm. “I’ve seen your graffi-tee, and pop art has a place in the art world!”

Cull’s beanie was almost entirely over his eyes at this point. Enough green ink rushed to his face to make him look sick.

“Y-you saw my stuff…?”

“Pret-ty easy to recognize,” Flage beamed, adjusting her glasses. “I saw your ta-ttoo, remember? You’re always draaawing within it, and you do great stuff!”

It was a horrible time for Cull to realize he left his gloves back at the Outpost. His no-doubt melted doodles were on full display right now, and he was sure the actual tattoo wasn’t looking as clean as it should have.

“I… I think I f-forgot something,” Cull managed, standing up to leave. The Outpost wasn’t sounding so bad right now. Not even Flage’s oddly soothing melodic voice was enough to numb his panic. “I gotta… I gotta go.”

“Was it something I said?” Flage asked, looking up.

He just wished he could ask her to stop patronizing him; who just gave underserved compliments out of nowhere? As it was, though, he didn’t have the nerve, and simply shook his head before heading back to the Outpost.

Once he was a safe distance from being seen by anyone, he stopped worrying about that general shame and finally noticed that unlike last night, some of the streetlights were on. Even as he stayed in the alleyways behind Inkopolis Square, he could see light trying to reach him from the main plaza. He looked over, and could see an Inkling in a gas mask and flippers spray painting the wall of the arcade, easily seeing his duck-based piece.

Cull cringed. He recognized that style; this was the guy who was always one-upping his own pieces whenever he made something he was proud of. To be fair, Cull had taken to doing the same thing, placing his high-effort pop art next to this guy’s detailed paintings, but still.

Anyway, it was getting really late, and if he had bones, they’d be aching from the long day. He quietly continued over to the manhole, and ducked into the Outpost.

He saw Marie sleeping on the couch, humming tunelessly as she snored. Quietly, he crept forward, looking for a different place to sleep, preferably a more private one. He saw his gloves lying on that coffee table, and snatched them up quickly.

As he did so, his foot bumped against something. He looked town to find a handle to a trapdoor. Curious, he gently moved the coffee table aside and lifted the door to find at least fifty plush Zapfish staring at him. It was a bit weird, but Cull could only yawn in response, not being able to question anything anymore. He clambered in, and appreciated how soft the pile was as he slowly closed the door again, listening to Marie’s humming as he slowly drifted off to sleep.

* * *

Marie’s eyes slowly fluttered open, then squinted under the noonday sun. Slowly, she got up, and saw an orange grill-looking thing right in front of her, with Sheldon messing with some wires on a side panel. He seemed to be having some difficulty, though, as Marie could hear some violent banging, and he looked increasingly concerned, practically burying himself into unknowable machinery.

“Tech issues?” she yawned, sitting upright.

“Oh, don’t get me started,” Sheldon said, in a tone that made Marie wish she didn’t. “I checked everythingand there’s still that noise! The pistons are well-lubricated, the automated scan is perfectly calibrated, the motor is fresh off the assembly line—”

“Right, right,” Marie nodded, “you don’t know where it’s coming from. Anything I can do?”

“I… I don’t know,” Sheldon admitted. Marie could see in his goggles as he turned to her that he’d been at this for some time; his eyes were turning pink.

“Here, why don’t you sit down for a bit? You might need less time doing, more time thinking, y’know.”

“But what about what you said—”

“Nevermind that,” Marie said. “You gotta rest. Besides, that thing about inking and thinking…. That’s for squids of action. You don’t even ink, so don’t sweat it!”

“Um, okay,” Sheldon nodded, that spiel taking far more energy than it should have. He walked up and sat at the end of the couch, still having the diligence to close the panel beforehand. He couldn’t even flinch as the Enhancifier continued to bang and make odd wailing noises. Marie, however, wasn’t about to have it while she waited for Agent 4 to come back.

“So how do you turn this thing off?” she asked, standing up to look at the machine.

“That’s the thing,” Sheldon sighed, “it hasn’t been on for two hours! I’ve never seen something like this before, I tell ya…”

Marie hummed. A machine making those noises when off? She was no tech geek, but that sounded weird to her.

She leaned closer, listening to the noises. Now that things were a lot quieter, she realized the noises were coming from belowthe Enhancifier. With a couple of false starts and a lot of grunting, she moved it aside, and was now standing on the trapdoor Sheldon had covered.

Without the giant hunk of metal over the door, it was far easier to make out a familiar panicked voice. Marie wasted no time in stepping aside, and the door burst open. Cull popped out, gasping like his life depended on it.

“Oh Cod, I’m so sorry,” Sheldon said, running over to him. “I don’t know how I didn’t see the door there… I legitimately thought it was an issue with the Enhancifier, and…”

“I…it’s okay,” Cull said, after a moment. “I’m s-sure you didn’t h-hear me…”

“What were you even doing down there?” Marie asked, gently lifting him up onto the proper floor.

“R-ride home wasn’t working out,” Cull said, eyes glued to the floor. “I was… just gonna sleep h-here for one night, s-saw your thing of plushies, and…yeah.”

“I thought you had moved that table to give me space to work,” Sheldon said. “If I’d known he was in there, I wouldn’t have…”

“N-no, it was me. I just… I’m sorry…”

“Here,” Marie finally said, gently pulling Cull aside, “Why don’t you take a break, and then you and Sheldon can move this thing somewhere that makes sense, like… that corner over there. In the meantime, I’m getting myself something to drink. You guys want anything?”

Cull was suddenly aware of how hoarse he was, and nodded.

“C-could use some water.”

“That triage took its toll,” Sheldon admitted, “and I think I need a picker-upper. You got any Seafoam in that shed?”

“Sorry,” Marie said, silently wondering how much he had on a regular basis, “but I got a coffee maker and a few mixes.”

“That’s alright, then. I’ll get it in a bit.”

“That’s fine,” Marie nodded, “but don’t mess with it, okay? It’s Cal…”

Her face fell somewhat, before she coughed and turned to the shed.

“…It’s not mine. So don’t go tinkering with it.”

It was an awkward wait while Marie was heating up tea for herself. Cull had some ice water and had more interest in half-melted ice cubes than any Inkling Sheldon had ever seen.

After what felt like forever, Cull finally looked up, at least in Sheldon’s general direction.

“Um… you s-say this thing can upgrade my Splattershot?”

“Not just that,” Sheldon said, perking up. “It can get you the hottest new kinds of explosives, and even help you conserve your ink through a process I like to call ‘The Hibernation Effect’. Through a careful, multi-layered tubing system, we can safely extract less ink for the same shot, and even make the refilling process more comfortable than ever…”

Sheldon’s more detailed technical explanations started to go into one ear and out the other, but Cull was more interested than ever in the Enhancifier. He got up while Sheldon was still pouring an endless stream of info out of his mouth, and looked to see how this thing worked.

Thankfully, there was already a screen ready, with icons not only representing his Splattershot and Splat Bombs, but also, as Sheldon said, his ink tank, as well as other weapons he had seen on TV sometimes. There were even some of the newer ones, like the umbrella-looking one and the Dualies.

Below each icon, he saw estimates of the materials needed – so many Power Eggs to keep the battery going, and so many kilograms of Sardinium. He’d have to ask where the stuff he found was stored once Marie came back out.

“Cool, right?” Sheldon said, stepping up next to Cull. “Here, I got a bit of Sardinium and a pack of Power Eggs for testing right here. Just pick something and we can watch the magic happen! I’ll even let you get an exclusive sneak peek of how it does it!”

“Oh, um, okay.”

He took a second to look over the choices. Another kind of bomb seemed nice – that homing one was looking tempting. Then again, the machine was promising a faster firing rate and some better accuracy if he went with the Splattershot…

“Ooh, why don’t I show ya the Hibernation Effect?” Sheldon piped up excitedly. “I bet you’ll want more ink in that tank, yeah? Even your Splat Bombs’ll take less fuel to get the same kick!”

“Um…s-sure,” Cull nodded.

It wasn’t his first choice, since he was hoping to not have to shoot as much, but maybe it would help with his no-doubt abysmal shooting. After all, if he was filling the air with ink for longer, he’d be missing less, right? And, yeah, Sheldon probably knew what he needed better than he did; why else would he be so eager to decide for Cull?

While Cull tentatively tapped that upgrade, Sheldon had, in the blink of an eye, fetched the ink tank in question. With a couple of quick taps on a side panel, the orange lid opened to reveal protective glass, allowing Cull a full view of the machinery inside. Lights came on, and some robotic arms whirred to life to wait over a moving conveyor belt. Sheldon had inserted the glass capsule into a door on the side. It was soon drawn to the middle of all the machinery, and Cull was prompted to insert the materials needed. He flinched as a slot jumped out in front of him.

Sheldon, being more ready, was quick to pour a bag of Power Eggs and a couple bricks of Sardinium into it. Power Eggs fell into miniature battery packs, while the Sardinium was melted and converted to a variety of parts. Almost immediately, the arms got to work, disconnecting the tubes and prying the lid off. Cull found it neat to watch, even if he didn’t understand any of what was going on. Sparks flew, wires were added, and even the glass was polished inside and out.

Only about a minute passed before the ink tank was rolled back out the way it came in, landing safely on a tray.

Sheldon watched in anticipation as Cull gingerly picked it up, looking at the shiny new lid and siphon hoses.

“Looks nice,” Marie said from behind, nearly making Cull drop his new tool. “Surprised you went with the ink tank, though.”

“Sh-Sheldon said to get this one…”

“The guy knows his stuff,” Marie said, “but you gotta find what works for you, okay? I know you will.”

Cull nodded.

“Anyway, get yourself suited up, and we can see how that ink-saving whatchamacallit works in action. I bet it’ll still help.”

Marie turned to Sheldon.

“We’ve been keeping the stuff Agent 4 has found in the cupboard, if you wanna go and get paid back.”

Sheldon saluted, walking in and getting the items he used before lifting the manhole cover and disappearing.

“Didn’t even get his coffee,” Marie sighed, shaking her head.

***

“Hey, wait!” Sheldon called out, taking both Marie and Cull by surprise over the radio. “You might wanna try out something different here! I can send you a Roller, and we can see if it works out better for you. Plus, you know, these weapons need a good ol’ field testing…”

“Erm,” Cull said, looking at his Splattershot, “I-I’m kinda already here…”

“Yeah, we’d have to recall Agent 4 if we wanted to—”

“No, no, I can also test my newest delivery system! For the past two years, I’ve gotten a hold of some old tech from my gramps, and found a way to get a remote drone and all its electronics through these grates, and even greatly extended the signal through careful use of the latest—”

“You think you can send it down to him?” Marie asked. “Sure; try the first tower on the left once you get to Suction-Cup lookout. You think your whatchamacallit can fly that far?”

“Well, the battery kinda had to be skimped on to get it to work, but I could drive there! Can you wait a few, Agent 4?”

“I… I guess…?”

“Great! I’ll let you know when I’m there! Try to hang on until then, okay?”

“…Sure…?”

***

The spawner was surprisingly comfortable to sit on, considering it was a large metal plate with ink swirling below glass. Still, it gave Agent 4 a nice place to relax as he looked around the smoggy area. It wasn’t much to look at, apparently being an industrial area with floating steel platforms and a greenish tint to the air. In the distance, there were hanging orange lights to punctuate the gloomy area. The air smelled of motor oil and something like ink blended with iron. Interestingly, there were some yellow traffic signs laid on the right that showed squid icons, and those looked pretty new.

He didn’t have much time to think about that, however, as a low buzzing noise turned his attention upwards. A black and yellow drone descended, carrying a large case. Cull’s gaze followed it as it lowered to eye level and started orbiting him.

“Go ahead and swap your Splattershot out for this bad boy,” Sheldon said. “See how you like it!”

Cull pulled the case off the drone and opened it, revealing an intricately folded lump of yellow plastic and steel. He yelped as, almost immediately, the contraption sprung to life, leaping out towards him as he jumped back, dropping his gun. Within half a second, the machine had stopped, revealing itself to be a massive Roller, not too different from the ones Cull saw in commercials pretty frequently.

“Real beauty, isn’t she?” Sheldon said. “Go ahead and give ‘er a whirl! But first… please put that poor Splattershot in that case. I don’t want it getting scratched…”

Cull nodded, picking his gun up and putting it back into the same case the Roller burst out of. Sending the drone on its way, he turned to his new weapon, testing the handle. Yup, the thing was almost as heavy as it looked, but he was used to paint rollers anyway; he was constantly re-painting the walls at home, after all.

He started to push his Roller forward, and he was astonished at how smoothly his ink coated the floor as he went. He was used to having a rough time, but moving forward with this monstrosity was a breeze!

Well, at least for the first fifteen or so seconds. When he was out of ink, the sheer weight of this thing slowed him to a crawl. Apparently, all that smoothness was just his ink; the mix of metal and foam was not doing his advance after the first Launchpad any favors.

“You gotta lift that up for a bit,” Marie said. “Remember, you only have so much ink, even with that enhanced tank.”

“Um… okay…”

Surprisingly, it was pretty easy to lift the Roller. The challenge was balancing with it; everything above the handle was so massive he found himself tilting every which way. He stumbled around, trying to find some kind of way to keep his weapon upright.

What was worse, he knew Agent 2 and Sheldon were watching this performance, probably snickering to themselves about it.

“Keep it close to your chest,” Marie said, without a hint of humor in her voice, somehow making it worse. “Bend your knees a lil’, keep the Roller straight up… yeah, like that!”

Cull somehow felt sillier now that he had something like the right posture, but at least he could stand, and he could feel his ink tank refilling.

“Just watch for the Rolinium around here!” Sheldon piped up. “I think this is a processing plant for the stuff…”

Up ahead, there was a giant bundle of what looked like Roller sleeves, and an Octotrooper waiting on some kind of large, automated brush. Cull was about to try to rush forward, balance be clammed, but both voices shouting for him to stop landed him right in front of the bundle.

“You can activate that Rolinium with your own,” Sheldon pointed out. “It’ll fly right ahead into the bad guys!”

“Probably a better way of getting a feel for the thing, too,” Marie added. “Don’t have to get up to that Octoslob with a weapon you’re not used to this time.”

Agent 4 nodded, shifting his grip a bit as he looked at the Rolinium. If he could launch this like Sheldon said, he’d have to time it. He was just glad the Octotrooper hadn’t noticed him; he was sure the guy would have had the same idea and just launch the Roller sleeves at him.

He had to slam his weapon down as soon as he tried to lean it forward. A violent splash of ink hit the Rolinium before he could run into it, and it immediately accelerated, barreling right into the unsuspecting Octatrian.

“Nice one!”

Cull knew he didn’t deserve that praise, so he just nodded and literally pressed forward with the Roller.

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swanslieutenant · 8 years ago

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If the Stars Align - Epilogue

Summary: The Musketeers AU. Danger lurks around every corner in the French court and as a Musketeer in service of the royal family, Killian’s duty is to protect them from any and all threats. As his relationship with Queen Emma develops into something more than just friendship, threats against the queen escalate and put everything they hold dear into jeopardy.

Rating: M

Content warning for the story: violence, mature themes, minor character death.

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Note: Thanks so much for all the comments and reblogs, and a special thanks to the artists who created some really lovely things for this story. Another big thanks to the gals at @captainswanbigbang cause without this project, I never would’ve finished this story.

I hope you all enjoy this epilogue!

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Three Years Later

In Copenhagen’s harbour, the sea grey and choppy on the cold spring day, Killian Jones stands on the deck of his ship, checking and re-checking the charts for the upcoming voyage. Seagulls are screeching overhead, swooping and diving at crumbs or full meals abandoned by sailors, followed in turn by yells of dismay from the offended crewmembers.

Killian is focused intently on the charts in front of him, ignoring the screeches. Their upcoming voyage is treacherous, some winter icebergs lingering in the sea, and Killian’s trying to make sure they don’t run The Jewel of the Realm right into one.

He’s drawn out of his study by a particularly brave seagull swooping at one of his crew. Smee, a larger man with a crimson knit cap worn precariously on his head, shrieks as the bird grabs hold of the hat. The rest of the crew turns from their duties, laughing as Smee jumps after the bird, ripping the hat away from the screeching seagull. Killian watches with amusement as Smee successfully saves his hat, cursing the bird to Davey Jones Locker.

He shakes his head with a chortle, and gets back to his charts. He’s planning for a several week trip to Helsinki across the Baltic Sea. Queen Ingrid has business there, and though she would normally send her ambassadors, she expects trouble and hence, Killian’s on his way.

“Oi! What do you think yer doing?”

Killian glances up. His crew have again abandoned their duties, this time crowding around the gangway onto the ship. A young man is about to board the ship, staring nervously at the crew around him. Though usually Killian would let his crew scare off anyone who dared to come onto his ship without permission, he recognizes the grey linen shirt the man is wearing, the frosted snowflake denoting the Queen’s servants embroidered on his left breast, and he sets his charts down.

“Simmer down, men.”

He drops down onto the deck beside the crew, and with a flick of his head, they dissipate. He stops in front of the young man, and the messenger raises a thin note, pointing it at Killian.

“Got a message for ... Captain Jones?” he questions, eyeing him up and down suspiciously, gaze lingering on the lethal curved hook at the end of his left arm that Killian has adopted as a prosthetic hand. He may not have his hand anymore, but the hook works well enough, so well in fact he’s become far better known as Captain Hook instead of Captain Jones, hence the young man’s confusion.

Killian waves the hook absently, gesturing the man closer. “Aye, that’s me given name.”

He looks unconvinced, but shrugs. “It’s from the palace.”

Killian sighs, thinking of the last meeting he’d had with Ingrid a few weeks ago now, wondering what she wants to yell at him about now. He’d returned from a voyage to Scotland, where they’d run into trouble at sea and had to make port for repairs. The English, in control of Scotland, had gotten wind Killian Jones was on their land, and as he is still wanted for mutiny there, had sent troops to collect him. The repairs had been finished the morning the English Navy arrived, and Killian and his crew had gotten away, out sailing the ships Killian once served on. It was an innocent landing, but Ingrid nearly had a war on her hands due to it.

She’d yelled at him for about two hours when he returned to Copenhagen, and dismissed him with an angry stay away from places you are banned from.

And now, a letter from the palace ... well, that could mean anything. He eyes the letter before taking it cautiously.

“What is it concerning?”

The messenger shrugs. “I’m just the delivery boy. Good luck to ya.”

He clambers away, and Killian returns to the helm, note unopened. He has no desire to see what other task Ingrid’s set upon him now. He’s eternally grateful that she took him in when all other countries turned their back on him, but she likes the ruthlessness the loss of his hand and banishment from France has created in him and uses it as often as she can for her own advantage. He drops the letter onto the charts at the helm, ignoring it as he continues his purvey of the planned route.

Starkey, who he’d sent out earlier for supplies, returns to the ship a few minutes later. He’s empty-handed, half-running towards the ship with an excited skip to his step.

“Captain, captain! Did you hear the news?”

“Hear what news?” Killian asks irritably, not looking from the charts. “That you forgot to get supplies? Because I can see that.”

“No, no. It’s news from France!”

His head snaps up and he glares at Starkey, cold enough to make the man gulp and take a step backwards down the stairs.

“I don’t want to know about France. You know that, Mr. Starkey.”

Starkey takes a bold step forward. “This is news you’ll want to hear, sir.”

“I doubt that,” Killian says, and he abandons the charts for now. The mention of France always creates a restless energy in his soul, and he knows he won’t be able to study them now. France holds nothing but pain and loss for him, a vicious anger boiling in him that he can never return, can never rejoin the Musketeers, can never see her again.

He pushes by Starkey, jumping down the stairs two at a time. “Smee, tighten that line! We don’t want you getting thrown overboard again, do we?”

Smee shoots him an embarrassed look. “Aye, captain!”

Killian continues giving orders all around the ship, ignoring Starkey. Starkey doesn’t give up, trailing him closely, and the moment Killian takes a breath between orders, he chimes in again.

“Captain, trust me, you want to hear this. It’s about the French king.”

Killian pauses in his step, hand out on a line of rope. “What of him?” he asks cautiously.

“He’s dead, sir. Assassinated a few weeks by a crazed anarchist named Zelena by the sounds of it. She was one of those anti-monarchist nuts, ya know –”

He’s dead.

The words crash over him in a wave, and he whirls around, eyes focusing intently on the helm, to where the small note from the palace is resting. It’s a gamble, but – but Ingrid never sends letters this late.

“How do you know?” he demands of Starkey, voice low and coming out in more of a growl. His heart is starting to hammer out of his chest, and he needs to know that it’s not just a rumour, not the spark of another false hope –

“It’s all over the market. News just got here, but it’s spreading fast. The French Queen’s been made Regent for her son, and you know she grew up here so everyone’s all excited that a Danish girl is the one in charge now –”

Killian shoves Starkey out of the way, making the man stumble and splutter. He takes the steps to the helm two at a time, unconsciously grasping for the sword necklace at his neck as he rounds the corner.

It can’t be.

The note has been buried by the charts, and he shoves them all aside, picking up the letter with shaking fingers. The envelope is marked with the Danish crown, no sign it could be anything but from the Danish court, but when he rips it open, Killian can see the message is only a few lines long and it’s not from Ingrid at all.

Time to come home. I’ll meet you with the swans under the stars.

There is no signature, only the imprint of a swan in bright blue wax, with a small doodle of the Cygnus constellation underneath it and a bright star to its left.

“Captain?” Starkey asks, having trailed him to the helm. “Is everything okay?”

Killian ignores him, dropping onto the deck with a heavy thud. “Ready the sails, mates! We’ve a new destination and we’re leaving immediately!”

Smee, pulling a rope tight, lets it loose as he whirls around, eyes wide. “But we’ve already set the course for –”

“We’ll change it. Now hurry up!”

The crew stare at Killian, mouths hanging open, and some of them exchange bewildered looks. Smee snaps out of it first and bobs his head in agreement.

“Aye, cap’n. Where to?”

Killian smiles, the first real sense of joy he’s felt in three years flooding through him, and he holds up the note, the wax swan gleaming brightly in the sunlight.

“France.”

Note: so that’s it! Keep an eye out for potential deleted scenes and alternate ending, which I’ll try to put together sometime soon. Thanks for reading!

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Pawsitively gorgeous, Barney is a male cockapoo who loves his ovo egg, and his humans. What he doesn’t like is dog food. Follow Barney and his human family as they show what life is really like with a cockapoo.

2. tallulah_cockapoo

Tallulah is her name, cuteness is her game. Her friends call her Lulu, Looby, Loobydo and ‘The Loony One’ and she’s a cockapoo with sass. You’ll love following her just to find out how she annoys her older brother, Rufushound.

Request to follow her here.

3. hugypoodog

Get your tongues out! #TOT #tongueouttuesday #hugypoodog #puppy #cutepuppyclub #cockapoopuppy #cockapoo #rafflescockapoos #puppiesofinstagram #pupstagram #instapuppy #doodles #doodlesofinstagram #poosofinstagram #cockapoosofinstagram #dogs_of_instagram #dogsofinstagram #instadog #photooftheday #dailyfluff

A post shared by Hugo (@hugypoodog) on Oct 17, 2017 at 12:05am PDT

Get a cockapoo they said. They’re well-behaved and super-clean they said. Well, meet Hugo, a 10-month-old cockapoo that lives life to the fullest. Half filled with beans, the other half filled with mischief, it’s definitely worth following this handsome pup’s adventures.

4. barneythebear_cockapoo

Is it a bear? Is it a toy? No it’s Barney the cockapoo and he almost breaks the ah-cute-o’metre. At just 6 months old, you can almost smell his puppy-breath through the screen. Follow him and watch how he grows from lovable pup to handsome young mutt.

Request to follow him here.

5. clay_the_cockapoo

Another Instagram pup is Clay.He’s a combination of my two favourite things in the whole world, chocolate and cockapoos and he lives in Liverpool. Stay up to date with his escapades on Instagram.

Request to follow him here.

6. cockapoo_paddington_bear

OMC! (that’s oh my cockapoo in case you didn’t know). Paddington is the sweetest cockapoo around. Described as a ‘furry menace’, he lives life as it should be, dirty and full of bounce. Do yourself a favour and follow him now.

Request to follow him here.

7. lifeofhamishpoo

There’s no need to tell you where Hamish is from, is there? Not with a name like that. Also a chocolate cockapoo, he’s just over a year old and has so much character. Definitely one of my favourite accounts.

Request to follow him here.

8. buddy_the_cockapoo6087

Tongue Out Tuesday #TOT #tuesday #happytuesday

A post shared by Buddy_the_Cockapoo (@buddy_the_cockapoo6087) on Aug 29, 2017 at 12:39am PDT

Now this pup knows how to celebrate. I knew we were kindred spirits when I saw Buddy donning a birthday hat to celebrate his first birthday. I love a good party and I love cockapoos who love them too.

9. ralphiethecockapoo

Breaking in the new couch the only way I know how (nice photobomb ruby)

A post shared by ralphie & ruby (@ralphiethecockapoo) on Oct 18, 2017 at 7:02pm PDT

Ralphie is from NYC and he’s an absolute cutie ‘poo’. He gets out and about quite a bit with his humans, so you see him in a lot of different situations.

10. mabel_the_poo

Do you like my new haircut friends?? And of course my favourite hotdog . . #saturdaynight #hair #hotdog #saturday #weekend #weekendvibes #puppy #babyanimals #cute #potd #love #teddybear #cockapoo #cockapoosofinstagram #spoodle #doodle #doodlesofinsta #doodletales #puppy #dogstagram #cockerspaniel #labradoodle #goldendoodle #healthyliving #healthy #doginabag #doodleselfie #doodletales #followme #instagood #doodlesofinstaworld #selfie

A post shared by Mabel The Cockapoo (@mabel_the_poo) on Oct 14, 2017 at 10:49am PDT

Mabel is the epitome of all things cockapoo. She’s bright, and funny and gorgeous to boot. A bit of a career gal, Mabel is in advertising and has over 4300 followers on Instagram. Follow her and you’ll soon see why.

11. sushisaid

I wear Sushi. Selfie fashion inspo from @KylieJenner & @Kanyew.est! . Thank you for the gorgeous stickers @stickeryou ✨ . . . . . #dogsbeingbasic #thewoofdaily #9gagcute #thedogpeople #dailypupfeed #barkzweekly #dailypupfeed #abc7eyewitness

A post shared by Sushi the Cockapoo (@sushisaid) on Oct 15, 2017 at 8:18am PDT

Sushi is what I like to call a celebrity pup. She has over 10 000 followers on Instagram, and I swear her life is more interesting than mine. She even has a YouTube channel.

12. piperthecockapoo

We’re starting the birthday celebrations early. 3 days to go… —————————————————- #piperthecockapoo #cockapoo #elliedogwear #birthday #two #2ndbirthday #bestwoof ________________________________________________________ Promo codes: PIPERPEACH → 10% off at @peach_and_pooch • PIPER25 → 25% off at @ruru.apparel • PIPER25 → 25% off at @justpoochplay • PIPER10 → 10% off at @purplebonelondon • hyggepiper15 → 15% off at @hygge_and_hound • ✨ PIPER115 → 15% off at @ellie_dogwear via Amazon

A post shared by Piper The Cockapoo (@piperthecockapoo) on Oct 14, 2017 at 1:45am PDT

Piper is a toy cockapoo and she is absolutely ‘pawfect’. She’s an ambassador, a model and a brand representative, and she’s doggone good at it. Follow her for a lot of ‘oooh’ and ‘aaah’ moments.

13. louthecockapoo

Sit. Lie down. Brace yourself. Good girl. #puppiesofinstagram #dog #puppies #dogsofinstagram #cockapoo

A post shared by @louthecockapoo on Jul 22, 2017 at 9:41pm PDT

Her Instagram bio reads “old man name, little girl dog” and it couldn’t be more accurate. Lou is such a sweetheart and I love seeing what she gets up to on a day-to-day basis.

14. riley_thecockapoo

Someone has to be the adult in this household 🤓 #truthhurts #ig_portrait

A post shared by Riley & Walter (@riley_thecockapoo) on Oct 18, 2017 at 12:23pm PDT

This cockapoo has over 24 000 followers! And what’s even cooler is that you get two cockapoos on one account. Riley and his brother Walter are self-confessed sock thieves, living it up in Canada.

15. reathecockapoo

I know. I KNOW! There’s chicken in that oven!

A post shared by Little Rea the Cockapoo (@reathecockapoo) on Oct 8, 2017 at 8:50am PDT

I’m going to say what you’re probably thinking. This cockapoo’s life is definitely more exciting than mine. Rea’s a travel blogger, reviewer, an occasional model and she owns the London Dog Company. Whatever you do today, make sure you follow this ‘entrepupneur’.

16. cockapoomarley

When you forgot your ID and you’re trying to get served at the bar #Im18iPromise #WHPdayoff

A post shared by M A R L E Y (@cockapoomarley) on Sep 30, 2017 at 8:12am PDT

Marley is a happy cockapoo and you can tell from his photos. Except for the one where his human made him wear a flower crown. Not his finest moment. For more fun photos follow this dapper chap.

17. remi_the_teddy

Pawjama season is officially here 🤗 . . . #pajamaparty #pajamas #pupsinpajamas #sleepypuppy #cockapoo #cockapoopuppy #cockapoosofinstagram #dogsofnyc #dogoftheday #dogstagram #dogsofnewyork #dogsofinstagram #dogsofinstaworld #nycdogs #puppygram #sendadogphoto #puppiesofig #puppiesofinstagram #mylilbuddy #mydogiscutest #huffpost #instapet #instapup #ruffpost #instapuppy #fluffypack #buzzfeedanimals #puppology #houndandlife #remibear

A post shared by Remi Bear (@remi_the_teddy) on Oct 16, 2017 at 6:11pm PDT

Shut the front door! 50 000 followers on Instagram. Described as the cutest cockapoo puppy girl in NYC, I have to agree. Remi is also a therapy dog, which makes her even more special.

18. sirstanley14

Back in work after a stressful week. I've been unwell since my op. But feeling much better now! #norestforthewicked #sirstanleyofnottinghill #cockapoo #cockapoolife #cockapoosofig #cockapoosofinstagram #londondogs #officedog #modeldog #dogmodel #dogstagram #dog #doglife #dogsofig #instadog #instapets #instagramdogs #londonpet #londondogs #londonlife #worklife

A post shared by Sir Stanley The Cockapoo (@sirstanley14) on Aug 8, 2017 at 7:41am PDT

Sir Stanley is the quintessential cockapoo. He’s handsome, ever so regal and lives in Notting Hill. Let’s just say if he was a movie star, he’d be Bond, Stanley Bond.

19. noodlethecockapoo

I’d rather have flowers in my hair than diamonds round my neck ☮️ #staygroovymyfriends #positivevibesalways #1111 – Bandana @bowaddo get 25% off when you use the code ✨TILLEY25✨ (biggest discount to date, ending soon and an amazing 20% goes to @mauihumanesociety ) – This is my entry for #DieselMinnieFallContest hosted by @dieselminnie_collection and I’m from the . . . . . . #dogofcheshirelife #groovydog #dogmodel #tyedyebandana #tyedye #playingdressup #hippychick #dogbandanas #cheshirelife #cheshiredogs #peaceout #bestwoof #dogwalk #sunfunday #countryliving #instadog #buzzfeedanimals #cutewoof #redminidoodle #f1cockapoo #redcockapoo #poodlemix #pawpack #noodlelovesyou

A post shared by Hi, I’m Noodle-GIVEAWAY ON (@noodlethecockapoo) on Oct 15, 2017 at 10:51am PDT

Not only is Noodle the cutest little cockapoo, you get to win stuff too. There are also loads of discounts that you can take advantage of.

20. nellycockapoo

My first trip to #IKEA Usually dogs aren’t allowed to go inside of IKEA but because i’m so cute they allowed it No just kiddin’ they allowed it because it’s to hot outside and as long as i stay inside of the shopping cart everything is fine #cockapoo #cockerpoo #cockapoosofinstagram #cockapoos #cockapoopuppy #cockapoolovers #cockerpoosofinstagram #cockerpoos #cutepuppies #cutepuppiesofinstagram #cutepuppy #cutedogs #cutedogsofinstagram #cockerspaniel #ilovemydog #dogsofinstagram #dog #dogs #puppy #cockersofinstagram #instadog #dogstagram #puppiesofinstagram #doodle #doodles @dogsofinstagram @dogsofinstaworld @mydogiscutest @cockapoosofinstagram @doodleselfie @petsofinstagram @bestpupz @my_lil_buddy @worldofcutepets @instagram

A post shared by Nelly (@nellycockapoo) on Jul 20, 2017 at 7:33am PDT

Ever seen a cockapoo with an afro? No! Then follow Nelly. Her humans occasionally humiliate her by making her wear the weirdest accessories and headgear, but she loves them anyway.

21. thaddeusnyc

This is my #blue #bowl of #happiness

A post shared by Thaddeus Wunderhund (@thaddeusnyc) on Sep 24, 2017 at 4:43pm PDT

Thaddeus Wunderhund is from NYC and he loves long walks, traveling and cuddling. His hobbies include pool time, gymnastics, courting the ladies and sidewalk art. Follow Thaddeus to see what life’s all about for this man about town.

22. hudson_cockapoo

So excited to be reunited with mum and dad today after 2 weeks apart #love #cockapoo #cockapoolove #cockapoopuppy #poodlemix #petstagram #dogsofinstagram #dogoftheday

A post shared by Hudson the Cockapoo (@hudson_cockapoo) on Oct 10, 2017 at 8:05am PDT

Hudson is almost a year old and he’s adorable. He’s a tri-sable cockapoo, and spends a lot of time with his humans. And ducks.

23. blueberrythepoo

All work, no play

A post shared by Blueberry (@blueberrythepoo) on Oct 19, 2017 at 4:01pm PDT

Almost too cute for words, Blueberry steals hearts like other cockapoos steal socks. She loves ‘puppacinos’, ice creams, and according to her rap sheet, eating toilet paper.

24. _buddypoo_

❤️ Marlow

A post shared by Buddy the Cockapoo (@_buddypoo_) on Sep 23, 2017 at 12:17pm PDT

Do yourself a favour and follow Buddy. There’s a nice mix of videos and photos and he has a ton of adventures.

25. ourboybauer

Corporal Bauer just dropped off 3 Pet Expo voichers and @bennybullys treats at BARRKHAVEN ! • • #PetExpoArmy #OttawaPetExpo #TopDogModel #OttawaDogs #DogsOfCanada #ottawa #ottawa2017 #Bauer #BauerHockey #BauerPups #Canadian #DogsOfOttawa #cockerspaniel #CanadianDogs #dogsofcanada #613PuppyLove #BauerDogs #cockapoopuppy #ottawadog #cockapoo #cockapoosofinstagram #cockapoopuppy #cockapooclub #cockapoolove #cockapooofinstagram #cockapoocrazy #cockapoolovers #cockapoostagram #boop #boopmynose #barrhaven

A post shared by Bauer The Canadian Cockapoo (@ourboybauer) on Oct 16, 2017 at 2:18pm PDT

Bauer’s Instagram account chronicles the adventures of this Canadian cockapoo and you get a discount on grooming sessions when you mention his name. This is obviously only valid in Canada. And for terms and conditions you need to follow him.

26. rileythecockapoop

Why are humans always pointing these rectangles at me? I don’t get it! . . . . . #dogs #dog #dogsofinstagram #dogstagram #dogphotography #puppies #puppy #pup #puppiesofinstagram #iphone #cute #cutedogs #cutedog #doodle #labradoodle #labrador #goldendoodle #goldenretriever #cockapoo #sfs #sf #pet

A post shared by Riley the Cockapoo (@rileythecockapoop) on Sep 28, 2017 at 1:12pm PDT

Riley is two years old but still looks like a pup. Follow this account to see just what they mean when they say ‘living the life of Riley’.

27. zoey_thecockapoo

Had too much fun on the 4th #america #puppyswag #rufflife #cockapoo #cockapoopuppy #puppy #dogsofig #instapuppy #instadog #dogscorner #cockapoosofinstagram #dog #teddybearpup #dailypuppy #dailypup

A post shared by Zoey The Cockapoo (@zoey_thecockapoo) on Jul 6, 2016 at 6:34am PDT

The pup with the most swag, Zoey plays as hard as she works. Ok, she doesn’t really work but she definitely plays a lot! A bit of a selfie queen, it’s hard not to love her.

28. olivethepoo

A post shared by Olive The Cockapoo (@olivethepoo) on Sep 7, 2017 at 12:39pm PDT

Definitely more cocker than poo, Olive is a fine specimen of a dog, whether she’s dressed up as Father Christmas or working away on her laptop.

29. townandcountrypooch

You know what day it is ☕️ #nationalcoffeeday #oldiebutgoodie #staycaffeinated

A post shared by Marigold the Cockapoo (@townandcountrypooch) on Sep 29, 2017 at 10:42am PDT

This grand old dame is 13 years old, she’s blind, diabetic and absolutely fabulous. Marigold is gorgeous and in no time at all she’ll win you over with her joie de vie.

30. santino.the.cockapoo

Wakey Wakey! 🥚& 🥓and of course ☕️! #coffee #saturday #butfirstcoffee #wakeywakey #morning #puppachino #eggs #bacon #breakfastrun #topdogphoto #dailybarker #santino #spoodle #doodle #sillydog #drivingdog

A post shared by Santino_the_Cockapoo (@santino.the.cockapoo) on Oct 14, 2017 at 4:34am PDT

Santino aka Sonny is one heck of a character. A real momma’s boy, he lives in NYC and never leaves her side.

31. graciefromtoronto

Hey Monday! #dogstagram #cockapoo #dog #poodle #doglife #monday #mansbestfriend #mydogrunsthe6ix #torontodogs #retriever #cockerspaniel #canadadogs #englishbulldog #petphotography #theressomethingaboutgracie

A post shared by Gracie the cockapoo (@graciefromtoronto) on Oct 16, 2017 at 7:13am PDT

Also more cocker than poo, Gracie loves to laugh. At herself especially. She’s got a great sense of humour, loves being goofy and is worth following.

32. kingsleycockapoo

Hi Everyone!

A post shared by Kingsley The Cockapoo (@kingsleycockapoo) on Sep 21, 2017 at 9:07am PDT

Kingsley is a rebel with a paws, actually four of them.Tell him not to do something and he does it. Nicker of shoes, chewer of toys, this is a fairly new account but I can tell he’s a pooch to follow.

33. cockapoopinwithgunther

get to work, humans!!! …hehehe jk let’s play.

A post shared by gunther the cockapoo (@cockapoopinwithgunther) on May 4, 2017 at 4:13pm PDT

Gunther the cockapoo is one-year-old and can only be described as a scallywag. He’s still getting into the Instagram thing but he’s well on his way to stardom.

34. winny_the_cockapooh

Come cuddle . . #cockapoo #puppiesofinstagram #cockapoosofig

A post shared by Winston The Cockapoo (@winny_the_cockapooh) on Oct 17, 2017 at 12:38pm PDT

You wouldn’t be blamed for getting confused with Winnie the Pooh, but this is Winny the poo and definitely worth following on Instagram. She loves to nap and eat grass, but more than anything she loves her grand-paw.

35. adogintheapple

Enough with the pics…. throw it! # #tot #toungeouttuesday

A post shared by Perry Ryan (@adogintheapple) on Oct 10, 2017 at 3:10am PDT

Charlie is a cockapoo living in the Big Apple. He loves water and is a bit of a beach-bum. Follow Charlie to see what he gets up to.’

36. _teddythecockapoo

“Hurry up and take the picture daddy!” #birthdaypup • • • #cockapoo #cockapoosofinstagram #puppiesofinstagram #pawmopolitan #cockapoopuppy #cockapoosofig #cockerspaniel #poodle #fluffypack #weeklyfluff #instapuppy #petstagram #photooftheday #puppyoftheday #dogoftheday #petoftheday #petsofinstagram #cutepetclub #doglife #puppy #puppies #dog_features #worldofcutepets #dailybarker #mydogiscutest #dogsofinstaworld #puppystown #birthday #cake

A post shared by Teddy the Cockapoo (@_teddythecockapoo) on May 7, 2017 at 11:45pm PDT

Stealing hearts since 05/07/2016, Teddy loves to dress up (just see what he wore for Halloween) and he loves his humans.

37. archerpoo

It was me who ate all the cookies…got a problem? #cockapoo #cockapoopuppy #puppyoftheday #puppylife #puppypics #dogmodel #torontolife #torontodogs #torontomodel #poodlemix #dogsofinstagram #dogstagram #dogoftheday #doglover #doggy #dogslife #doge #dogcrushdaily #dog #dogs #dogfeaturing #dog_features

A post shared by Archer the Cockapoo (@archerpoo) on Jun 10, 2016 at 2:20pm PDT

Archer is a bit of a hidden gem on Instagram but I think that might change when you check out his account. He is, without a doubt, one of the cutest cockapoos on the planet and you’ll be like putty in his hands, paws, hands…you know what I mean.

38. einstein.the.cockapoo

Here’s how under my tongue looks, enjoy!

A post shared by Einstein The Cockapoo (@einstein.the.cockapoo) on Oct 15, 2017 at 3:33pm PDT

Einstein loves a stylish bowtie. Living in Ontario, Canada, he’s almost a year old. Follow him to see what he gets up to.

39. maddiethecockapoo07

Chilling up on the bed #comfy #cockapoo #cockapoosofinstagram #cockapoosofinsta #cockapoosofig #cockapoolife #dog #dogsofinstagram #instadog #dogsofinstaworld #dogstagram #dogsofinsta #dogsofig #dogsoftheworld #dogsofcanada #dogsofontario #dogslife #dogsworld #dogscorner #dogsrule

A post shared by Maddie The Cockapoo (@maddiethecockapoo07) on Oct 18, 2017 at 2:03pm PDT

Another Ontario native, Maddie describes herself as pampered. But who wouldn’t be when you’re that cute? See her dressed up as a minion, a panda bear, a pumpkin and more.

40. fredrick_klaus

Missing the lake today #lake #lakelife #minnesota #doodle #doodlesofig #doodlesofinstagram #doodlesofchicago #doodlelove #doodlelife #doodlepuppy #cockapoo #cockapoosofig #cockapoosofig #cockapoopuppy #cockapoosofinstagram

A post shared by Fred The Cockapoo (@fredrick_klaus) on Sep 28, 2017 at 8:29am PDT

Frederick is always on the lookout for new friends. He loves sightseeing, canoeing and swimming, oh and his humans. He loves his humans.

41. c6.poo

All those days of dog yoga have prepared me for this moment!!

A post shared by Carbon (@c6.poo) on Oct 8, 2017 at 7:41pm PDT

C6 is a cutie pie and at 4 years old, he’s one of the older cockapoos on the list. When he’s not smiling at the camera, he’s having a bath in a basin.

42. wallywoofs

All those days of dog yoga have prepared me for this moment!!

A post shared by Carbon (@c6.poo) on Oct 8, 2017 at 7:41pm PDT

Wally rules the roost and has her humans wrapped around her paw. She’s an extrovert and adores the camera. Follow Wally and see what all the fuss is about.

43. diegowoof

Had my final Christmas presents this evening! #lucky #puppy #spoilt #woof #diego #cute #fluffy #love #cockapoo #cockapoosofinstagram #petsofinsta #puppysketch #ilovemydog #toys #gift #presents #christmas #christmastree

A post shared by Diego the Cockapoo (@diegowoof) on Dec 29, 2016 at 1:40pm PST

If he could be anything, he’d be a florist. Diego loves flowers, and spends a lot of time in them. And like most cockapoos any time in water is a good time.

44. gabi_thecockapoo

Dad has been brushing me every day. SO. FLUFFY. #cockapoosofig #cockapoosofinstagram #cockapoolove #dogsofinstagram #columbusdogs

A post shared by Gabi (@gabi_thecockapoo) on Oct 10, 2017 at 2:48pm PDT

“All you need is love…and a dog” or more specifically, a cockapoo called Gabi. She loves Halloween and trick or treating, although she definitely prefers the treating bit more.

45. chewiethecockapoo

Sphinx is really a dog

A post shared by Chewie The Cockapoo (@chewiethecockapoo) on Aug 21, 2017 at 6:43am PDT

What do you get when you cross a wookie with a cockapoo? A Chewie. You get a Chewie. Living in the UK he’s sure he’s part of the royal family. Ask him anything about Star Wars and he’ll tell you. Follow him to see his best BB8 impersonations.

46. _basil_the_cockapoo_

Just a bean in front of a bean

A post shared by Basil The Cockapoo (@_basil_the_cockapoo_) on Jan 3, 2017 at 5:23pm PST

There’s no getting away from the fact that Basil is a cocker-poo. He’s a handsome fellow with a gorgeous coat of hair. A newbie on Instagram, I think there’s a lot of adventures still to come.

47.daisythepoo

Pretty in pink! #ambassadog @digitaldoggydaily

A post shared by Daisy the Cockapoo (@daisythepoo) on Oct 16, 2017 at 1:42pm PDT

Daisy has over 20 000 followers on Instagram and it’s easy to see why. She’s charming, very cute and is even called a genius by those who know her best. Be smart too. Follow Daisy.

48. cockapooralph

I think I’m hooman

A post shared by Ralph The Cockapoo (@cockapooralph) on Sep 10, 2017 at 8:14am PDT

This little guy has recently turned one and he’s awesome. Ralph’s humans share quite a few videos of him, so you get to see him in action, so to speak.

49. cockabru

Happy National Dog Day! #puppy#puppies#puppiesofinstagram#dog#dogs#dogsofinstagram#pooch#cockapoo#cockapoos#cockapooclub#cockapoosofinstagram#doodles#doodlesofinstagram#spaniel#poodle#pets#brucethecockapoo#cockabru

A post shared by Bruce The Cockapoo (@cockabru) on Aug 26, 2017 at 2:02pm PDT

Meet Bruce, an apricot cockapoo. His hobbies include chewing socks, watching TV, exploring castles and eating Ben & Jerry’s Cookie Dough ice cream.

50. fynnthecockapoo

New bff who’s going to laugh at my jokes while I chew at his ears for the next few years. Thank you @scoobybox

A post shared by Fynn The Cockapoo (@fynnthecockapoo) on Aug 21, 2017 at 10:16am PDT

Fynn adopted a couple from Toronto and they haven’t looked back since.you’ll fall in love with him, and his two moms.

51. daphnetripawd

New bff who’s going to laugh at my jokes while I chew at his ears for the next few years. Thank you @scoobybox

A post shared by Fynn The Cockapoo (@fynnthecockapoo) on Aug 21, 2017 at 10:16am PDT

Daphne is described by her owners as a ‘tripawd’ dog, meaning she only has three legs. But she doesn’t let that get her down. Always ready for a ball game or a walk around the neighbourhood, you’ll fall in love with her too.

52. beardedbettythecockapoo

#thebratpackfurfriends #cockapoosofinstagram #cockapoo #dog #flufffeature #dogenation #dogfeaturing #dogsofinstagram Looking out at the rain and wind. Think snuggles on the sofa are called for!! #happyhumpday

A post shared by Betty the Cockapoo (@beardedbettythecockapoo) on Nov 18, 2015 at 6:36am PST

With over 10 000 followers on Instagram, Bearded Betty is somewhat of a celebrity in Wales, and around the world. Don’t let her name fool you, she’s as pretty as a picture and gets up to all sorts of shenanigans.

53. cockapoo_albert

In bed with my teddy bear that I’ve had since birth!

A post shared by Albert The Cockapoo (@cockapoo_albert) on Oct 9, 2017 at 2:42pm PDT

About to celebrate his first birthday, Albert loves spending time on the beach with his human. He also goes to doggy school so you can follow his progress there.

54. winnie_winfred

Happy holidays#cachorro #dog #puppy #canine #dogbreed #puppytraining #dogs #hund #hundetrening #dogtraining #dogsofinstagram #perro #cachorro #cockapoo #cockerpoo #狗 #gou #poodle #spaniel #dogs_of_world #pets_perfection #hiking #walking #exploring #forest #dogscorner #dailybarker #dogoftheday

A post shared by Winnie The Cockapoo (@winnie_winfred) on Aug 10, 2017 at 6:16am PDT

Winnie’s best friend is Pippin and they get along, most of the time.She loves ice cream almost as much as she loves her humans.

55. theodorathecockapoo

Monday mornings jk I’m a dog – I get to eat, sleep, play repeat all day erryday 🤗

A post shared by Theodora The Cockapoo (@theodorathecockapoo) on Oct 16, 2017 at 1:38am PDT

To know Theodora is to love her. As far as Instagram dogs go, she’s made quite a name for herself and has over 28 000 followers. If you follow her you get a discount off a food starter pack. Check it out.

56. find_a_pennyj

Magic Monday on the beach #newbrighton #cockapoopuppy #cockapoosofinstagram #pets #petobsessed #love_dogs_forever #loveofdogs #holidayfun

A post shared by find_a_pennyj (@find_a_pennyj) on Jul 24, 2017 at 9:12am PDT

Penny could be a character out the movie Oliver Twist. She loves to pick pockets and is rather good at it. Follow her to find out what else she gets up to.

57. simba.the.cockapoo

Sporting this #awesome #bandana from #lunaslittleboutique ♥ #loveit #dogbandana #watermelon #lookingdapper #stylishpup #handsomepuppy #cutenessoverload #cutepuppies #cutepet #beautifulpuppy #cockapoopuppy #cockapoo #dogsofinsta #puppiesofinstagram #cockapoolife#cockapoosofinstagram

A post shared by Simba The Cockapoo (@simba.the.cockapoo) on Sep 20, 2017 at 2:44pm PDT

Simba by name, paper shredding is his game. His favourite thing in the whole wide world is YopPup frozen yogurt. And his humom and hudad.

58. queenleilahb

Trying to hang in there til’ Friday. #isitfridayyet

A post shared by Leilah Blue the Cockapoo (@queenleilahb) on Jul 27, 2017 at 4:27pm PDT

Leilah Blue is a cute cockapoo. And a real girl about town. Her favourite toy is Moo Moo the cow. She enjoys loads of adventures with her family and you can too if you follow her.

59. bigcitycoop

Hey IG world! My FIRST birthday is Saturday and I can’t tell you how excited I am! This past year has been a whirlwind adventure especially coming from a small farm way out in Gridley, IL! This week I will be posting pics of myself that most have never seen! This one is from one of my first nights home with my pops @collinwasiak ! Boy was I a lil nugget.. Still am too! 🤣 #BigCityCoop #GoShawtyItsYaBirthday #PartyLikeIts1999

A post shared by Cooper the Cockapoo (@bigcitycoop) on Oct 10, 2017 at 5:18pm PDT

Raised on a farm but now a city slicker, Cooper is taking over the world, one Instagram photo at a time. Make sure you follow him, even if it’s only to see him wearing a pair of jorts.

60. theo.the.cockapoo

Gonna eat the rest of that sandwich, mom? #theointhecity #cockapooclub #cockapoosofinstagram #cockapoo

A post shared by Theo the Cockapoo (@theo.the.cockapoo) on Oct 8, 2017 at 10:27am PDT

Theo is a pooch after my own heart. He loves belly rubs. So do I. He loves food. So do I. And he’s quite the looker. So am I! Follow this loveable cockapoo to find out more.

61. mrbeanbastic

I hope everyone has a great day!

A post shared by Bean the Cockapoo (@mrbeanbastic) on Nov 10, 2016 at 7:23am PST

If he sits still long enough you could mistake him for a stuffed toy in a store. Bean is one heck of a handsome fellow. Follow him but do not laugh at his funny hairstyles.

62. chelseathecockapoo

Guess who’s back, back again #cockapoo #cockapoosofinstagram #cockapoosofig #spoodle #mydogiscutest #pupdoggydog @pupdoggydog @cockapoosofinstagram @doodleselfie

A post shared by Chelsea the Cockapoo (@chelseathecockapoo) on Jun 10, 2016 at 5:19pm PDT

This is one stylish cockapoo who attends Oscar themed evenings, wearing ‘Ruff’ Lauren and Kate “Spayed”. Chelsea might be new to Instagram but she’s already 12 years old. Expect to hear a lot more about this ‘pawsome’ pooch.

63. teddybearmosby

It’s a cool brisk day today and #Mosby is sporting his @elanor.ca jacket to keep warm.

A post shared by Mosby The Cockapoo (@teddybearmosby) on Oct 11, 2017 at 2:05pm PDT

There’s a good chance you haven’t heard of Mosby but that’s about to change. A fashionista and trendsetter of note, his humom is a keen knitter and he gets to model a lot of her creations.

64. cockapoo_dylan

Autumn insta requirements: take cute photo with leaves #basic #fall #f2cockapoo #cockapoo #cockapoosofinstagram #walkies #autumn #leaves #dog #cocker #spaniel #pawstagram #tongueout #cute #cutedog #bestwoof #ezy #ezydogcollar #ezydog #countryside #weekend

A post shared by Dylan the Cockapoo (@cockapoo_dylan) on Sep 30, 2017 at 9:28am PDT

Melting hearts since 2016 Dylan is an apricot cockapoo living in Oxfordshire, England. You’ll find him in puddles and chasing hose pipes. He is also a proud runner-up in Pup Idols.

65. ollie.paws

Road tripping with the pawrents! ‍‍‍ —————————————– #cockapoo #cockapoosofinstagram #dog #dogsofinsta #dogsofig #dogsofinstagram #adoptdontshop #rescuedog #l4l #likeforlike #woof #poodle #poodlemix #dailycute #dailydog #cute #puppy #barkbox #barkpost #cutedog #doodle #dailydoodle #fall #autumn #windy #dallasdogs #woof #barkshop

A post shared by Ollie The Cockapoo (@ollie.paws) on Dec 19, 2016 at 12:18pm PST

Ollie is a rescue pup, and who doesn’t have a soft spot for them? He’s definitely landed with his bum in the butter with his new family. A bit of a culinary expert he can often be seen eating stuffed toys that resemble food.

66. woodythe_cockapoo

The humans are still on hols but I’m having a great time with my human family! Except they’re taking me to the groomers this week #woody #woodybear #blackdog #fluffypaws #love #cockapoo #cockapoolife #blackcockapoo #cockapoos #cockerpoo #cockapooclub #cockapoolove #cockapoosofinstagram #spaniel #spaniellove #poodle #instadog #dogoftheday #dogsofinstagram #londondogs #dogstagram #instacocker #mydog #spanielmix #woodyisalegend #oodlesoftheworld #flappyears #cockapoocrew

A post shared by Woody The Cockapoo (@woodythe_cockapoo) on Oct 12, 2017 at 7:51am PDT

Woody is a real man’s man. He loves chasing squirrels and birds, hanging out at the pub and bacon and cheese. He hates been woken up early.

67. buddysadventure

Fresh hair cut… my hoomans said I look handsome! What do you think? I smell very nice now too #newhair #newhaircut #cockapoo #groom #cockapoosofinstagram #petsathomeuk #handsome

A post shared by Buddy the Cockapoo (@buddysadventure) on Oct 9, 2017 at 11:25am PDT

A self-confessed hole digger, Buddy gets his fair share of scoldings. But one look at him and you’ll agree he’s just too doggone cute to stay mad at. Watch him as he takes part at various fun days and dog fests.

68. alfie_the_cockapoo16

New @muckypawscompany collar arrived today ❤️ #cockapoo #cockapoosofinstagram #muckypawscompany #billyginghambluecollar #newcollar

A post shared by Alfie The Cockapoo (@alfie_the_cockapoo16) on Oct 6, 2017 at 9:34am PDT

Alfie hails from Lincolnshire in the UK and can best be described as curious. When he’s not sleeping, he’s gardening, shredding tissue boxes or annoying the rabbits.

69. zo miss_coco_cockapooe_the_cockapoo

Snowball

A post shared by Zoe The Cockapoo (@zoe_the_cockapoo) on Nov 28, 2015 at 4:54am PST

Zoe is four years old and lives with her humom. She’s as pretty as a picture except when she’s had a bath. Then she looks more rodent than cockapoo. Follow Zoe. You can thank me later.

70. walterlittlebear

A post shared by Walter The Cockapoo (@walterlittlebear) on May 21, 2016 at 3:37pm PDT

Appropriately named Walter little bear, this cockapoo is part poodle, part cocker spaniel and part bear. Although, after a swim he resembles an otter. Check out his Instagram account.

71. cockapoo_winston

Apparently it’s really hard to take a picture of a black dog . Especially at night. I think I look good anyway. #ispymomma #winston #winstoncockapoo #cockapoo #cockapoosofinstagram #dogsofinstagram #dogs #happy #puppy #lovely #lovinglife #instadog #cute #blackdog #happydog #bandana #red #toocute #muchlove

A post shared by Winston the Cockapoo (@cockapoo_winston) on Aug 11, 2017 at 10:50am PDT

If cuteness could be personified, it would be Winston. A black cockapoo, he’s absolutely gorgeous and seeing what he gets up to on Instagram makes my day.

72. miles.the.cockapoo

Cheesin

A post shared by Miles (@miles.the.cockapoo) on Aug 29, 2017 at 5:07am PDT

Miles lives in NYC but is traveling around Europe at the moment. He loves a good piñata, snow but seriously hates fancy dress. He wishes his human did too.

73. cockapoo_toby

Hanging with auntie @pumpkimberly! She got me this pumpkin toy as part of her #pumpkinchallenge2017. If you love pumpkins AND puppies, you should check out her Instagram!!

A post shared by Toby the Cockapoo (@cockapoo_toby) on Oct 12, 2017 at 6:25pm PDT

Toby the cockapoo loves good tickle and time spent with his pawrents. There is a nice mix of photos and videos on his account, which adds some variety.

74. kofitales

Two years old today and I couldn’t be happier about it #birthdaygirl

A post shared by Kofi Anandan the Cockapoo (@kofitales) on Sep 12, 2017 at 1:37am PDT

Kofi is known to blow raspberries, or so he says. His parents firmly believe it’s him farting but he’s lovable enough to forgive the bad smells. Kofi also loves Taylor Swift. Who doesn’t?

75. hunterthecockapoo

Rainy Monday Blues ☔ #caseofthemondays #cockapoopuppy #huntermeetsworld #blackcockapoo #cockapoosofinstagram #cockapoosofnj #rainraingoaway

A post shared by Hunter the Cockapoo (@hunterthecockapoo) on Oct 9, 2017 at 4:19am PDT

Like most cockapoos on Instagram Hunter is one cool cat. Can I call him a cat? He loves cuddles, snow time, and trying out new chew toys. Follow Hunter for more adventures.

76. handsomehenrythecockapoo

I’m 1️⃣ today! . #cockapoo #cockapoosofinstagram #cockapoopuppy #cockapoobirthday #cockapoobirthdayparty #dog #dogsofinstagram #dogbirthdayparty #dogbirthdaycake

A post shared by Henry The Cockapoo (@handsomehenrythecockapoo) on Sep 24, 2017 at 9:23am PDT

Henry the handsome cockapoo just celebrated his first birthday and you can see how he celebrated his big day on his Instagram account, among other things.

77. lucy_lu_the_cockapoo

I’m into fitness… #fitnessballinmymouth

A post shared by Lucy Lu [-cille Ball] (@lucy_lu_the_cockapoo) on Oct 15, 2017 at 6:38pm PDT

Lucille Ball, get it, Lucille Ball? This pooch loves yoga: follow her on Instagram to see her doing the downward dog. She also loves a good pawty.

78. austin.the.cockapoo

My family took me on a fun trip last week. A big lake, fast boats, long piers and lots of sand to play in. I had a blast!!! Can’t wait to go again next summer. ☀️⛰⛱

A post shared by Austin ☀️ (@austin.the.cockapoo) on Sep 6, 2017 at 10:11pm PDT

Austin has green fingers and loves spending time in the garden with his humom. His best friend (when no one is looking) is Charley the family cat. He loves the wind in his hair when he pulls his big (human) brother on his longboard.

79. cockapoolife_

A bit sad that summer is over but we are going on holiday soon to stay with a fellow flyballer as our humans are going on holiday Also check out this photo that was taken from the @havenofficial shoot! This was taken by @jeffmo69 ———————————————— #cockapoo #cockapoosofinstagram #dog #dogsofinstagram #lovedawgs #tdogfeatures #topdogphoto #weeklyfluff #bestwoof #barkpack #dailybarker #cutepetclub #sendadogphoto #dogscorner #houndandlife #dogs_features #buzzfeedanimals #thestatelyhound #animalhearted #thedodo

A post shared by Archie & Pepper (@cockapoolife_) on Sep 29, 2017 at 10:34am PDT

Follow Archie and Pepper on their Instagram account cockapoolife. They’re the best of pals and spend a lot of time together.

80. jessie_the_cockapoo_max_too

Today would have been Nanas birthday. We never met her, but dad says she would have loved us a bit too much !

A post shared by Jessie the Cockapoo & Max too (@jessie_the_cockapoo_max_too) on Sep 27, 2017 at 12:59pm PDT

Two cockapoos? Twice the fun and adventures. Follow Jessie and Max as they explore their surrounds. Want to know what their favourite ice cream is? You’ll need to follow them to find out.

81. poppycockapoocross

Poppy’s catalogue pose

A post shared by Poppy the Cockapoo (@poppycockapoocross) on Jul 3, 2017 at 12:40pm PDT

Do yourself and follow Poppy. When she’s not digging holes, tearing tissues, chasing sticks and if she’s not completely ‘poo’ped, she’ll chase a bird or two.

82. bonnieboocockapoo

I can see dogs but I can’t smell them #crufts2016 #confused #cockapoopuppy #puppy #cockapoosofinstagram #cockapoo

A post shared by Bonnie Boo the Cockapoo (@bonnieboocockapoo) on Mar 12, 2016 at 12:58pm PST

Bonnie loves her human brother but isn’t that crazy about the bunny that roams around the house. According to this lady, it smells. She’s only two years old but already has loads of adventures under her collar.

83. pennylanethesweetpup

I’m the sweetest pup you’ll ever meet ❤ #spoodlesofinstagram #hobokenpupsquad #pupinthecity #puplove #citydog #citypup #cockapoo #cockapoos #cockapoodle #cockapoolove #cockapooclub #cockapoosrule #cockapoopuppy #cockapoosdaily #cockapoosofig #cockapoosoftheworld #cockapoosofinstagram #spoodlegram #spoodlelife #spoodlesofinstagram #hobokendog #hobokenpup #hobokenpups #hobokendogs

A post shared by Penny Lane The Cockapoo (@pennylanethesweetpup) on Sep 18, 2017 at 12:50pm PDT

A New York girl through and through, Penny Lane is super cute. When she’s not posing like a unicorn, she’s stealing hearts around the city.

84. crosby_crue_the_cockapoo

Just me and Buster having some hang time #chilloutthursdays #buster #crozzels #crozagram #cockapoopuppy #crosbyadventures #cockapoosofinstagram #cockapoolove #cockapoo

A post shared by Crosby Crue The Cockapoo (@crosby_crue_the_cockapoo) on Aug 17, 2017 at 3:28pm PDT

Crosby is part poo, part sheep and his favourite time of the year is Christmas. Follow him to see him dressed as an elf last year. There’s nothing like him bounding down the passageway.

85. hitchcockapoo

Still finding bones from last week’s BBQ! It’s like the gift that keeps on giving ♥️ #hitchcockapoo #happypup #dogwithabone #cockapoosofinstagram #cockapoolove

A post shared by Hitchcock (@hitchcockapoo) on Jul 28, 2017 at 11:05am PDT

There’s nothing scary about this Hitchcock.When no one’s watching he steals food, socks and Mrs. Potato Lips. You’ll need to follow this account to see what I’m talking about.

86. rufus.cockapoo

#cockapoo #cockapoof1b #cockapoopuppyclub #cockapoos #cockapoosofinstagram #cockapoopuppy #cockapooclubuk #puppylove #puppylife #puppiesofinstagram #puppy #furbaby #furbabies #furbabiesofinstagram #dogstagram #dogs #dog #dogsofinsta #dogsofinstagram #poodle #cocker

A post shared by Rufus the Cockapoo (@rufus.cockapoo) on Sep 19, 2017 at 7:35am PDT

Rufus’ favourite toy is a stuffed poo(p) emoji, go figure and he’s lucky enough to have not one, but two mums. Also a huge fan of yoga, he’s very good doing the plank.

87. apricotdory

It’s too early for pictures mom!! #grumpyface #morningslikethese #tuesday #sleepyhead #notready #pictureperfect #shehatesit #legsfordays #fuzzyhead #bedhead #puppy #cockapoo #puppiesofinstagram #cockapoolife #dogsofinstagram

A post shared by Dory The Cockapoo (@apricotdory) on Oct 10, 2017 at 7:36pm PDT

Meet Dory, one of the cutest cockapoos around. Her Instagram account includes a lot of action shots, like her diving into the pool, her swimming in the pool, her getting out of the pool. Needless to say Dory loves pool time.

88. hattiethecockapoo

When the jacket goes on and you become a statue Please tell me others do this too?! ☔️ – – #hatetherain #raining #rainyday #notmoving #frozenstill #takemehome #autumnwalkies #autumnwalks #autumn #dogstagram #dogsofinstagram #cockapoo #cockapoosofinstagram #dogoninstagram #model #dogmodel #poser #cockapoophotos #cockapoofun #doggyfun #cockapoolovers #cockapoosoftheworld #cockapooclub #cockapoolife #dayinthelife #licksandkisses #cutedog #whitecockapoo #pawsome

A post shared by Hattie The Cockapoo (@hattiethecockapoo) on Oct 18, 2017 at 10:47am PDT

Recently Hattie helped her mom deliver Hogwart’s mail. Hattie Potter anyone? She loves to socialize and her best friend is Rocky. Some even say it’s puppy love between the two.

89. timeforteddy

Reminiscing about the Seattle weather while waiting for the fall to come to Cali… #lickmynose

A post shared by Teddy the Cockapoo (@timeforteddy) on Oct 12, 2017 at 12:25pm PDT

Teddy the adopted cockapoo has over 10 000 followers and it’s easy to see why. He’s a fairly laid back pooch and his action shots are, for example, him mid-yawn.

90. henry.the.cockapoo

Happy Friday!!! What is everyone up to?! # #cockapoo #cockapooclub #cockapoolife #cockapoopuppy #dogsofinstaworld #dogsofinstgram #dog #dogsofinsta #instapuppy #instapup #cockapoolove #cockapoos #puppylove #pawsup #paws #goodpuppy #cockapoosofinstagram #cockapoolovers #cockapoodle #puppy #puppydog #puppylove #puppydogs #poodlemix #cockerspaniel

A post shared by Henry (@henry.the.cockapoo) on Oct 13, 2017 at 3:46pm PDT

Henry unashamedly admits he’ll pose for treats, so there’s no need to explain his Instagram account. Follow him to see some awesome photos.

91. gruff.the.cockapoo

Hoomin, why is this other puppy copying me?! #fakepuppy #copycat #fooled #tongueout #doubletrouble

A post shared by gruff.the.cockapoo (@gruff.the.cockapoo) on Oct 13, 2017 at 10:30am PDT

Licker of ice lollies, lover of life and water, Gruff is taking one day at a time. And it’s so much fun to see how he gets on.

92. cockapootails

All dressed up and nowhere to go . . . . #cockapoo #puppies #cockapoolove #thatface #puppyeyes #cockapoos #doodlesofinstagram #thedogist #dailyfluff #bedhead #mixedbreed #redcockapoo #muppet #woof #pawstruck1

A post shared by Baby Willow (@cockapootails) on Oct 19, 2017 at 12:22am PDT

Cute doesn’t get anywhere near to explaining this cockapoo. Willow has just over 4 000 followers on Instagram but I have a feeling this number’s going to go up, up, up. There are too many ‘aaah’moments to even count.

93. dexterandthebear

#dogsatpollingstations

A post shared by Dexter and The Bear (@dexterandthebear) on Jun 8, 2017 at 11:51am PDT

Dexter lives with his human and a cat called Bear. His favourite stuffed toy is Justin Beaver and they get on like a house on fire.

94. brandy_cockapoo

Fresh do #cockapoo #cockapoolove #cockapoosofig #cockapoopuppy #cockapoosofinstagram #poodlesofinstagram #poodlemix #poodlelove #poodletoy #dogsofinstgram #dogs #dogsofinsta #dogsofinsta #cutedogs #cutepuppies #grooming #groomed #haircut #summer #sun #tanning #break #pray #orangedog #cavapoo

A post shared by Brandy (@brandy_cockapoo) on May 23, 2017 at 8:28pm PDT

Aptly named Brandy, this is a red cockapoo. Brandy loves spending time in the snow, on the couch reading, or in the laundry basket looking for socks.

95. sleepyachilles

It’s finally the weekend! #cockapoo #puppy #adorableanimals

A post shared by Achilles Chen (@sleepyachilles) on Aug 19, 2017 at 6:39pm PDT

Achilles is apparently a cockapoo, but looking at his Instagram account you might beg to differ. He’s a minion, a lion, and more often than not he’s a-sleep.

96. cece_the_cockapoo

Getting comfortable on grandma’s recliner #lounging #nap #grandmas #cockapoo #cockerspaniel #poodle #poodlemix #poodlesofinstagram #puppiesofinstagram #puppy #puppylove #dog #dogslife #dogsofmsp #dogsupnorth #dogsofinstagram #dogsofminneapolis #dogsofminnesota #pet #petsofinstagram #cute #furchild #fetchtheworld #poodleoftheday

A post shared by Cece (@cece_the_cockapoo) on Oct 15, 2017 at 11:25am PDT

Cece is super photogenic and she knows it. If she had her own hands she would be the queen of selfies. Follow her to ‘cece’ what else she gets up to.

97. louis_the_cockapoo

Hello.. is it me you’re calling for #Dog #cockapoo #poodlemix #look #brownbear #browneyes #curlyhair #Cutestdogever #dogsofinsta #mylove❤️ #LordLouis #cute #puppy #lookoflove #dublindogs #teddybear

A post shared by Brenna Klomp (@louis_the_cockapoo) on Sep 5, 2017 at 12:29pm PDT

Ruler of Dublin, destroyer of phone chargers, shoes, and cardboard, stealer of hearts, Louis is going to be huge on Instagram one of these days.

98. tobycockapoo

Happy birthday to me! I’m 444 today but still not very good with my numbers

A post shared by @tobycockapoo on Sep 28, 2017 at 4:21am PDT

Toby’s best friend is a rabbit called Rosie, but if you tell anyone else he’ll deny it. His most favourite thing in the world is tennis balls and then meatballs. He eats both.

99. barnabycockapoo

#nofilterneeded when the sun is shining and I’m looking this cute! ❤️

A post shared by Barnaby Teddy Bird (@barnabycockapoo) on Oct 6, 2017 at 1:02pm PDT

Not even a year yet, Barnaby the cockapoo is very new to Instagram. At the moment he’s relatively unknown but I don’t see that being the case for too long.

100. x.kiera.bailey.x

Get out of any trouble with my cute puppy eyes

A post shared by Linda the Cockapoo (@lindathecockapoo) on Oct 19, 2017 at 5:06pm PDT

Always love having my heat bag on in the evening #kieraandbailey #baileythecockapoo #bestfriends #cockapoo #cockapoogram #cockapoos #cockapoosofinstagram #cockapoopuppy #dailywoof #dog #dogs #dogstagram #dogaccount #dogtreats #dogsofinstagram #dogoperation #dogphoto #dogphotos #dogsurgery #hydrotherapy#instadog #instafollow #instagood #loveisadog #lovehim #lovemydog #luxatingpatella #patellaluxation

A post shared by Bailey The Cockapoo (@x.kiera.bailey.x) on Oct 14, 2017 at 9:42am PDT

Bailey has been through quite a lot and you can follow him and cheer him on as he makes a full recovery. He’s such a sweetheart and deserves all the encouragement you can give.

101. lindathecockapoo

Get out of any trouble with my cute puppy eyes

A post shared by Linda the Cockapoo (@lindathecockapoo) on Oct 19, 2017 at 5:06pm PDT

Call Linda a ‘ginger’ to her face and you might get bitten. Okay, not really. But whatever you do don’t call her a ‘ginger’. She’s a sweet little girl and will be celebrating her first birthday on 1 January 2018.

102. cockapoo.lilly

Lilly is 12 years old and lives in Ontario with her humans. She’s an only child but has loads of friends and gets to go on playdates and have sleepovers. Follow this little lady to see what she gets up to.

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