#wahahaha! I never thought there's gonna be a moment I get to tell this here

[ecemichi]

Ring.A.Bell Chapter 11

Leo: Sigh~, Naru's as picky as ever~. I swear, I thought I saw my own mom standin' behind her!

Midori: Waah… sitting on my legs made them fall asleep… I can’t stand up…

Mao: Whew... Hey, Takamine, you good? Here, lemme help you up.

Midori: T—thanks…

Up we go~o now, ahh, my legs are tingling…

Midori: Both Narukami-senpai and Anzu-san left right away. We got left behind…

Keito: Now then, Narukami said, “I’ll give you a day, so confront your own feelings before then!” but what should we even do…

Eichi: Why, we'll do exactly as instructed and deepen our bonds the way those our age normally do: by participating in girl talk.

Mao: Guh?! (Cough, cough)!

Midori: Wha-!? Isara-senpai just spit out the water he was drinking!? Are you okay…?

Mao: Urg... G-Girl talk? So, uh, you’re pretty familiar with that sort of thing, then?

Midori: Umm. That kind of conversation is not exactly something you talk about among men, though…

Eichi: Oh? You don't? I've heard it’s rather common that teenagers would spend their evenings together gossiping about such things during school trips.

Mao: Since when...? Well, no, I sorta get it. I can imagine how talk devolves into that sort of thing when everyone gets riled up at a place like a sleepover with a ton of people.

Keito: Hm. Well, hearing about each other’s stories might actually be a good method.

And talking about it out loud might help get our feelings in order, as well as turn our confused hearts into coherent thoughts.

Midori: Waaah… I don’t wanna… do that.

Eichi: Fufu. You mustn't give up now, Takamine-kun. We're far past the point of no return.

Now then, let's hear the tale of everyone's first love, shall we? The one who shall start us off... is Mao, as mandated by the former Student Council President to the current.

Mao: Huh?! M-Me first?! Please don't abuse your authority like that~...

Um... First love, huh... I don't really have an interesting story like that.

I guess... there was a girl in my kindergarten class I thought was pretty cute?

I didn't really get it back then, but I guess in hindsight that might've been my first love...

—Hold on, why do I gotta talk about this?!

Keito: Huh. I remember a thing or two like that, as well.

When I was a little kid, I used to play around the mountains at the back of the temple with another kid my age, who was the grandchild of one of our sponsors for the temple. Well, calling it my first love might be a little foolish though.

Eichi: Wow, even someone like Keito was able to experience something normal.

Keito: How incorrigible. What do you think I am?

Eichi: But I’ve never heard about that, even though I’ve known you since you were little, Keito! I had no idea you had those kinds of memories from back then.

Fufu. I’m just relieved you have memories like that, just like everyone else. So, how about you, Takamine-kun?

Midori: Weh!? Uhhh… Mine is similar to Isara-senpai’s…

When I was in kindergarden, there was a super kind teacher who’d always care for me… And I was extremely attached to them.

I’d go out of my way and create all sorts of reasons to see them and get praised, and stuff…?

Mao: Ah, that's a classic! Fallin' in love with a kind teacher... I had a friend who'd always say he was gonna marry ours, too.

Leo: Mm~, the moment we met, we clicked instantly... I wonder if that's the moment I fell in love~?

Midori: Eh? You had a first love? Tsukinaga-senpai did…?

Leo: Hmph! Of course I'd had one before! You're so rude~.

Midori: (I thought he’d be the most indifferent to love… Heck, he’s even indifferent to earthly life…)

Leo: For me... It was a day where even Hell'd be called cool. I decided to drop in to a music store, and that's where we—

Keito: Oh? Considering it’s you who’s telling the story, that’s unexpectedly quite romantic. Was it the employee working there? Or was it a customer?

Leo: Wahahaha! ☆ That's right! It was a super romantic meeting! Ah, such beauty I did behold, I couldn't stop myself from reaching out—

Mao: Whoa! You actually reached out and grabbed her?!

Leo: Yeah, so what? Got a problem with it?

Mao: Rather than just a problem, I think there's plenty of problems with it..

Leo: Anyway, listen up. The moment we touched, a clear sound rang in my ears— and that was the first time I’d ever played the C key! And that! That moment! Was the moment I fell in love with music!

Mao: What the hell! What a waste of time! And I was so invested, too...!

Leo: What d'you mean, a waste of time?! How dare you mock the memory of my first love! Grrrrr!

Keito: Haaah. In a way, that story was very much like you. The last one to go is Eichi, surely you won’t pull off something like making everyone tell theirs and refrain from telling yours?

Eichi: Perish the thought, Keito. I'll do as Narukami-kun asked of us and tell all, as well.

My own first love... is "yet to come".

Keito: You bastard… Do you plan on fleeing like that on your own?

Eichi: What else am I supposed to say? It isn't as if I had much of a mind for love while growing up, being as in and out of the hospital as I was.

Ah, but perhaps... It isn't too much of an exaggeration to say that the dreadful yearning I felt towards what anyone would call "a healthy body" would be my own version of falling in love.

Mao: Seriously?! Don't you think that's a little unfair after everything we've confessed?

Eichi: At best, you could call my younger years dull. Nonetheless, that is all I have to say. Thanks to your bittersweet reminiscences, however... I feel as if I was able to taste the very flavor of youth. ♪

Mao Leo Eichi and Arashi tl: Peace

Midori and Keito tl: me

JP proof: Mika Enstars

ENG proof:ryuseipuka

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[quirrrky]

There are some things I'm curious about you! Please ignore this if you feel uncomfortable answering :) [1] do you prefer oc x canon character/self-insert x canon character/canon character x canon character in a fic? [2] your least fav fanfic trope? [3] any real-life events that make you wonder if you live in fiction?

thanks for being curious despite my mundanity, anon! 😅💗

I prefer /self-insert x canon character/ & /canon character x canon character/ — I don't mind /oc character x canon character/, but I just prefer things to feel more canon and immersive for selfship fics — For /canon char x canon char/ I don't like toxic pairings, ngl and I often stick to healthy canon ships

Though I read a lot of books abt casual hook-ups, I'm not good at writing them 🤣

Well, you asked for fiction-like and this seemed really fiction-like. I will never forget this event in my life too it felt like a teen fic. During my musical theater class, there's this guy and we felt like eleanor & park. He seemed Korean in appearance while I was this curly-haired chubby girl too. I was surprised when he shared his earphones with me when I wasn't even asking. Then, I caught him searching for me from across the room. Ever since then, I noticed that we passed by each other at the hallway a lot. I didn't know if it was only then or we might have actually come across each other and I wasn't just noticing him before. Even when I changed my direction, I still bumped into him. Then this OPM would play everytime we'd talk alone and it meant 'destiny' in English. He gave me the so lost in you gaze while I was talking about philosophy and it's not even a romantic subject. Like if his look could swallow, he might have vacuumed me whole. (I'm trying to describe it so you could feel it) He laughed at the joke I wasn't even done telling yet and we shared meaningful glances back stage. He even sang "A whole new world' to me. We also had witty banters and many more! But just like eleanor & park, we didn't end up together and nothing ever materialized. He's too passive to act out while I'm a little prideful to initiate first. We both went cold shoulder when we felt like giving ourselves away yet we can't stop catching each other. It's like cat and mouse. It got to a point where my head hurt really bad bc I was trying to figure out if he really liked me back and I was trying hard to talk to myself out of feeling anything for him bc he's so vague. He might be my destiny but the kind of destiny that shows you what you really need and what makes you feel secured in a relationship, more like a lesson learned. Perhaps for me, I realized that the cute and exciting moments in fiction that give you butterflies in the stomach were nothing compared to someone who will never make you question his affections for you and will even show you how to love openly. I'm still looking for this someone, though I'd never forget him and the things he taught me about myself, it's too insightful, cute and def worth-telling 💖

[hoshi-no-mahoroa]

Chapter 5: Cooking Showdown and Big Trouble

The preparations for the Kirby Café and the Dedede Café were going smoothly and all of Dream Land was paying close attention to the two places. They were the talk of the town.

"I'm looking forward to the Kirby Café. It just can't open soon enough."

"The Dedede Café is no slouch either. I heard that the King is preparing some amazing tricks."

"I can't wait to visit both of them."

As the conversations continued, King Dedede began to get nervous. One morning, he called out loudly to Bandana Waddle Dee.

"Waddle Dee! Waddle Dee, are you there?"

"Yes, I'm here! You wanted to see me?"

"It seems that word has spread about my café," The Great King said to Bandana Dee, who hurried over to him.

"Yes! They're looking forward to its opening."

"Hmm. There's just something that's annoying me."

"Something that's annoying you? What would that be?"

"The Kirby Café, obviously!" The Great King said bitterly.

King Dedede has had a long-standing rivalry with Kirby. And his big fight with Whispy Woods had made him even more determined to outcompete them.

"I can't let that café of his get better than mine. Never, ever, ever!"

"Y-yes."

"There," King Dedede looked at Bandana Dee. "I've got an idea."

"You got… an idea?"

Bandana Dee's face darkened.

King Dedede shouted, "We're gonna hold a serious competition to see who has the best café!"

"Huh? What kind of competition?"

"What kind of competition? A cooking competition, of course. What else would a café competition be about?!"

"Cooking… competition…"

"It's a contest to see who can cook better. If the Dedede Café wins, which it'll obviously do, it will prove that it is the best in Dream Land and we'll become even more famous throughout the galaxy!"

King Dedede snorted loudly.

"Oh, um… um…" Bandana Dee sputtered. 

Dedede's menu was all about meat, meat, meat. Hamburgers and steaks would be fine, but meat-filled desserts and drinks would be a mess. There was no way they could stand a chance against the menu created by the best cook in Dream Land, Chef Kawasaki.

"A cooking competition might be difficult. Everyone has their own tastes and preferences… You can't possibly decide which one of the cafés is better…" said Bandana Dee, desperately trying to get Dedede to reconsider.

"We’ll leave that to the judge. As long as they're trustworthy, we'll all be satisfied with what they end up saying."

"Who would the judge be?"

"Well…" King Dedede thought about it for a moment and then said, "Why don't we go with Meta Knight?"

"Sir Meta Knight?"

"He's famous for being a fair and honest swordsman, and he'll be the talk of the town when he judges."

"That's… Um… Um…!"

Bandana Dee's eyes went blank.

It is true that Meta Knight is fair and honest, but he tends to voice his opinion without hesitation. He would talk badly about the meat ice cream. Or refuse to even touch the meat juice.

But Dedede stuck to his decision.

"Now that it's decided, I'll contact Meta Knight immediately. Waddle Dee, go tell Kirby and the others. When you see the helpless looks on their faces, tell them they should run away. Wahahaha!"

King Dedede's laughter cracked.

~~~

Meta Knight, after hearing King Dedede's story, stared at the communication screen and sighed.

"Becoming a judge in a cooking competition... That's ridiculous. I don't have time for your petty games."

Dedede was rather annoyed by this.

"What do you mean by petty? This is a serious competition!"

"It's none of my business which café wins."

"Hmmpf! That's enough. I'll just ask someone else!"

Dedede had gotten in a foul mood and was about to cut off the transmission.

But then, Captain Vul, who was standing behind Meta Knight, said, "Sir Meta Knight. Are you sure you don't want to talk about this?"

"What?"

"This competition is serious business… Chef Kawasaki will have to put his all into it and… make the best dessert possible."

Meta Knight jerked. King Dedede said, "He may put all of his pride into making the best dessert he can, but he's still no match for me."

"......" 

Meta Knight pondered. Captain Vul said gravely, "Of course, you don't like the idea of being a judge at a competition, but I think it's part of your training."

"...Training?"

"Both cafés are supposed to make top-notch desserts. Deciding which one is the best is a difficult task. You'll have to concentrate, be alert, and be aware.

"To concentrate your consciousness…" Meta Knight nodded. "I see that it's also a discipline similar to the way of the sword."

"Yes."

"You're right. Thank you for making me aware of this, Captain Vul."

Meta Knight said to the screen, "I've changed my mind. I'll take on the task of judging."

"Hmm. You should have said so from the beginning," King Dedede said with satisfaction. "Then I will ask you yet again to be a judge."

"I'll accept your request, as it's part of my training."

"The competition is in a week, and I want you to be a fair judge."

As soon as the communication was cut off, Meta Knight's crew shouted with joy.

"Wow! Chef Kawasaki's finest dessert!"

"I like it, I like it!"

"Good job, Captain Vul!"

"I wonder what kind of dessert they'll serve?" 

"We'd like to have a bite, too!"

At that moment, Meta Knight stood up. His crew huffed and bowed their heads. Meta Knight said, "Quiet down. As my subordinates, you must always remain calm."

"Yes! I'm sorry, sir!"

"I'll let them know so they can let you taste it, too."

"What?" The crew jumped up. "Are you sure, Sir Meta Knight?"

"But remember that this is more than just a taste test. Think of it as training.

"Yes, sir! I will do my best!"

"Yay! Thank you, Sir Meta Knight!"

Meta Knight's crew, the strongest one known in the galaxy - they all had a sweet tooth.

~~~

After closing the restaurant for business, Chef Kawasaki went to see Whispy Woods. Kirby was sitting there, looking up at the tree with an unusually serious expression on his face.

Chef Kawasaki called out to him.

"Hey, Kirby. Good evening. I have a new pizza for you. Please, try it out…"

Normally, Kirby would be all excited to eat the pizza, but today, he was acting strange. When he saw Kawasaki's face, he said in a sullen voice, "Oh, Chef Kawasaki…"

"Hmm? What's wrong? You don't look well."

"I'm feeling fine, but Whispy Woods..."

Kirby stood up. Kawasaki noticed Whispy Woods was frowning from pain.

"He's been like this for a long time," Kirby said. "And it's hard to talk to him. Sometimes he even makes grunting noises. I don't know what to do…"

Kirby was in a panic. Chef Kawasaki became worried.

"The leaves are starting to wilt."

"It's not just that. Try some of this fruit."

Kirby picked up the fruit from the ground and handed it to Chef Kawasaki. As soon as he took a bite, he closed his eyes and squeezed his mouth shut.

"S-s-sour! What is this? It tastes nothing like what I'm used to!"

"That's right. I don't know what's wrong with him…"

"Is he sick? If that's the case, then I need to get a doctor…"

Just then, Kirby noticed someone approaching and turned around.

"Oh, Waddle Dee!"

It was Bandana Waddle Dee, who hadn't visited them in a while.

Kirby jumped up with great joy.

"Hi there, Waddle Dee. What's up? Did you decide to help us with our café after all?"

"No… No, that's not what I'm here for." said Bandana Waddle Dee with an apologetic look on his face. "I have a message for you from the Great King Dedede."

"A message? What is it?"

"The Great King wants to hold a serious competition between his and Kirby's café."

"A serious competition~?"

"Yeah. A cooking competition."

Bandana Waddle Dee told them about Dedede's idea. As they listened, the expressions on Kirby's and Chef Kawasaki's faces gradually changed.

Kirby's eyes were sparkling, while Chef Kawasaki, on the contrary, had a thoughtful expression.

Kirby jumped up and shouted.

"A serious competition sounds so fun. I wanna do it. And I won't let Dedede's café win!"

"So you'll accept this challenge?"

"Of course!"

"The Great King has asked Sir Meta Knight to be the judge…"

"Meta Knight? That's a good idea. He's as much of a gourmet as I am, so I'm sure he'll understand how delicious my food is!

"Uh-huh…"

Bandana Waddle Dee turned away and looked at Chef Kawasaki, who crossed his arms and stared thoughtfully.

"Would you agree to this match?" Bandana Dee asked. Chef Kawasaki smiled deliberately and nodded.

"Our café will not be defeated!"

"I'll let the Great King know. The competition will begin in a week. Each café will make three dishes they are proud of, and Sir Meta Knight will decide which one is the best. The three dishes to be made are the main course, a drink, and a dessert. Don't argue about the final verdict, no matter what it is."

"All right!"

"Bye-bye. Let's do our best."

"I won't lose!"

Bandana Waddle Dee returned to the castle.

Kirby enthusiastically said, "We're going to have a serious competition~! I'm so excited. What kind of menu should we make? I'll leave the main course to you, Kawasaki. I'll handle the dessert and drink…"

"Kirby," Chef Kawasaki turned to Kirby with a serious expression. "We've got a problem."

"Eh? What?"

"We can't beat Dedede's Café like this."

"What!? Why!?"

"Because…"

Chef Kawasaki looked up at Whispy Woods. Kirby huffed.

"Well… If Whispy Woods' fruit is so sour, then…"

"I won't be able to make good desserts or drinks with them. We'll have to use a different fruit…"

"No!" Kirby jumped up. "This café is in the shade of Whispy Woods. We have to use his fruit."

"...Kirby …Thank you." Whispy Woods opened his eyes and said in a strained voice, "Please, Chef Kawasaki. I want you to use my fruit."

"Whispy Woods…"

You and Kirby are doing your best. I want to help you guys, too. I'll shake off this disease in no time and continue producing delicious fruits…"

"...Of course you will!"

Chef Kawasaki patted Whispy Woods on the back to cheer him up.

"I've decided to set up a café here because I wanted everyone to have desserts made from your fruit. There's no point in that if that’s not possible."

"That's right!" shouted Kirby. "We've got to cure Whispy Woods of his disease!"

"Once his disease is cured, this competition will be easy as pie, because no one can beat our dessert made with Whispy Woods' fruit."

"I'm gonna find some good medicine. Wait for me, Whispy Woods!"

"...Thanks, you both…"

Whispy Woods smiled faintly and closed his eyes again.

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[tickly-trashcan]

Vengeance {Xingyun}

A/N: hello, jai aka anzynai. I have come to deliver your request hehe. i think this is my first time writing a fic for these two together, it was a lot of fun~ I hope you enjoy and remember to stay hydrated!

Summary: Chongyun is sick of being tickled by Xingqiu, and he decides to try and get him back.

Word Count: 1k (under the cut)

“Xingqiu! Stahahahap! I’m gohohonna dieee!” Chongyun wailed, thrashing around underneath Xingqiu as he scribbled his fingers across the claymore users ribs.

“Boo, you’re not gonna die. But fine, I suppose you could use a break,” Xingiu quipped, grinning widely before hopping off of his boyfriend, chuckling as he walked away. 

Chongyun grumbled, pulling out a popsicle and nibbled on it, stewing in frustration as Xingqiu had tickled him nearly to tears the third time that week. It wasn’t fair, he could never get back at Xingqiu for his tickles and pranks, so he just had to deal with them and stuff a popsicle in his mouth after to control his yang energy.

He had complained to Xiangling and Xinyan about it, but they had… minimal advice. 

Xiangling had told him to cook up a bunch of carrots and force-feed them to Xingqiu, but he was sure that he would never be forgiven if he did that.

Xinyan had told him that he should wait until Xingqiu is fast asleep, then yell in his ear to startle him awake. She said there’s nothing like a good scare to knock some sense into people, but Xingqiu was one of the deepest sleepers Chongyun had ever encountered.

As Chongyun continued to ponder on ways to get back at his mischievous boyfriend, Xingqiu pulled out his book and laid down on his stomach next to Chongyun. He looked over at Chongyun and smirked.

“How’s that popsicle?”

Chongyun sighed. “Same as always. Y’know, I’m starting to have a very limited supply because of you!”

Xingqiu only laughed, turning back to his book as Chongyun tucked away the popsicle stick, glaring at Xingqiu. As he stared at him, he noticed a leaf fall from the tree down onto the back of Xingqiu’s neck.

Chongyun reached out and grabbed the leaf gently, trying not to disturb Xingqiu’s reading. He might’ve been a little upset with him for having tickled him, but he wasn’t about to disturb his boyfriend’s favorite hobby.

He wasn’t expecting, however, for Xingqiu to flinch and swat at his hand. Chongyun raised an eyebrow.

“Are you alright? I was just getting rid of the leaf.”

“Ah… there was a leaf? Sorry, I thought you were… never mind.”

Chongyun cocked his head to the side in confusion. “Thought I was what?”

Xingqiu leaned closer to the book, pretending to be engrossed as Chongyun frowned. He reached for Xingqiu’s neck again, swiping his finger across it as Xingqiu flinched again, reaching back to swat at his hand again.

“Was there a leaf again?” Xingqiu asked, and Chongyun didn’t respond. Chongyun slowly put some of the pieces together, and his eyes widened.

“Wait, you’re ticklish?!” 

Xingqiu jolted at the word and slammed his book shut, whipping his head around to look at Chongyun.

“I’m not! I just… I don’t like people touching my neck!” Xingqiu stammered, though his face grew redder with every word. Chongyun chuckled dryly.

“So you’re telling me… that you’ve tickled me half to death nearly every day just for fun and you’re ticklish yourself? When were you planning on telling me??” Chongyun said, scooting closer to Xingqiu, who backed up.

“I… I didn’t-”

Chongyun pounced on Xingiu, who let out a yelp, followed by a frantic string of giggles as Chongyun scribbled his fingers against Xingqiu’s sides.

“You are ticklish! So you lied about it too, huh? Oh, you’re so in for it,” Chongyun said, Xingqiu shaking his head as he wailed.

“Nohohohoho! Plehehehease, Chongyun! I’m sohohohorry!”

Chongyun ignored Xingqiu’s pleas, he was dead set on getting revenge for all the times that he had been tormented. He climbed up to Xingqiu’s ribs, digging into every single one as his boyfriend squawked beneath him, laughing.

Chongyun had heard Xingqiu laugh before, sure, but it was mostly an amused chuckle or a short, proper laugh. But right now, he had some of the most outrageous laughter Chongyun had ever heard. It was shrieky, loud, and rather opposite of Xingqiu's normal personality.

“I didn’t mehehehehean it! Plehehease, no mohohore!”

“Nuh-uh, I’m gonna tickle you just as long as you’ve tickled me. How long was it a few moments ago… five minutes? Ten? I wonder if you’ll be able to even last that long,” Chongyun jeered, feeling confident now that he had the upper hand on Xingqiu. Xingqiu squealed, followed by a snort as Chongyun chuckled.

Chongyun pinched lightly at Xingqiu’s tummy, making him squeal as he grabbed onto Chongyun’s wrists, trying to pull his hands off as he prodded at the lower part. Xingqiu laughed loudly when Chongyun started to experimentally knead his hips, drawing out more hysterical noises as he worked.

Xingqiu wailed, wiggling around frantically as Chongyun went back to his ribs, climbing higher and higher until he reached his uppermost rib, where Xingqiu’s laughter became desperate.

“Chohohohongyun!! GAHa! Not thehehehere!” Xingqiu cackled when Chongyun dug his hands under Xingqiu’s arms. He scribbled his fingers around, making Xingqiu arch his back as he laughed.

“Not where? Not here? Hmm… let’s see how bad it is first, alright?”

“NohohohOHOHO!” Xingqiu’s laughter slowly escalated, to the point where it was mostly squeals and shrieks as Chongyun rubbed his thumbs into the hollows of Xingqiu’s armpits. His face was bright red at this point, and his dimples were showing from how wide he was smiling. Chongyun slowed down a bit, staring at Xingqiu for a few moments as he cackled loudly.

“I cahahahahan’t -- I can’t breheheheathe! Plehehease, stop!” Xingqiu gasped out, and Chongyun pulled his hands away, watching as Xingqiu came down from his giggle high and caught his breath.

“Thahat was… evil,” Xingqiu wheezed, and Chongyun crossed his arms, frowning.

“Yeah, well you do it to me all the time! It’s about time you had a taste of your own medicine!”

Xingqiu chuckled softly, nodding his head. “I suppose I did have that coming… Although, dear Chongyun, did you think that tickling me would make me stop?”

Chongyun looked down at Xingqiu in confusion, raising an eyebrow. “What do you mean - WAhahaha! Nohohoho, that’s not fahahahair!”

Chongyun fell backwards off of Xingqiu as he squeezed his hips, following him and scribbling his short nails across Chongyun’s tummy.

“Ah, my dear Chongyun, you’re too naive~”

[trashyswitch]

One Simple Mistake

It has long been decided one rule: NEVER leave the coffee grinds can out on the counter. One day though, someone forgets to put the coffee grinds away and suffers the DRASTIC consequences...

This is LATE! But, it's still relevant. Therefore:

Tickletober Day 23: Asking For It

It had started off like any other morning. The coffee-drinking sides had gotten their coffee, and put them back in the usual hiding spot. This was to prevent certain people from getting tempted into overdosing themselves on caffeine. It was always known that certain sides shouldn’t touch coffee grinds. Not even with a 10 foot pole! Cause they’ll find a way to get the coffee grinds into their system and go insane from an overdose. To prevent such overdoses, the coffee-drinking sides made a rule: after using the coffee grinds, always put the coffee away or hope you have the energy to handle the consequences…

But this morning, someone had accidentally left the can of coffee grinds out on the counter. It was one simple mistake...One tiny mistake…but even a simple mistake like that, had DIRE consequences:

“Mmmm! That’s that GOOD! SHIT!” someone reacted in the kitchen.

“ACID, BEER, COCAINE, AND DICK!” someone else shouted loudly.

“HAHAHAHA! You’re worse than Remus!” the 1st person laughed.

Logan groaned from tiredness and put his glasses on before walking out of his room. The people in the kitchen were gonna wake up the whole imagination at this rate! Logan was already awake. Did anyone else wake up yet?

“Logan?” someone asked beside him. Logan looked to his left, and smiled when he recognized the slightly blurry kitten onesie. “Was that you shouting profanities?” Patton asked.

Logan scoffed. “Oh please...I would say no such thing.” Logan replied.

“Then...who is?” Patton asked.

“I would suggest it was Remus, but...the last loud statement had proven me otherwise.” Logan told him.

“I FEEL AMAZING! LIKE I COULD KILL A PERSON!” Roman shouted.

Virgil bursted out laughing. “A KILLING SPREE: REMUS! VS. ROMAN!” Virgil joked and continued to laugh hysterically.

Patton dropped his jaw. “ROMAN?!” He shouted. He looked beside him and blinked in surprise. “AND VIRGIL?!” Patton shouted at him as well.

Virgil turned around and gulped. “Oops…” He thought aloud.

“QUICK VIRGIL! ATTAAAAACK!” ” Roman shouted, grabbing his hand and sprinting towards Patton.

“What the- OHGODNO!” Patton did a full 180 and took off screaming in horror! Roman was shouting a war cry and chasing Patton, while Virgil was screaming from being pulled absolutely everywhere. Logan, realizing he wasn’t enjoying being pulled, grabbed onto Virgil’s waist and pulled him out or Roman’s hand. Thankfully, Roman didn’t complain about losing Virgil and just continued to chase the screaming Patton.

“You okay, Virgil?” Logan asked.

“Ihihi...Ihi’m fine...I think.” Virgil replied. “I don’t think the coffee has kicked in yet. I had a couple cups of coffee a few minutes ago, so...I just have to wait.” Virgil admitted.

Logan looked at him. “H-...How did you find the coffee can?” Logan asked.

Virgil shrugged his shoulders. “I dunno. It was out on the counter this morning. Thought a cup wouldn’t hurt. But then one cup became 2.” Virgil explained, before lifting up his mostly empty cup to finish his coffee.

Logan pointed at the mug. “What number was that?” Logan asked.

Virgil lowered the mug, revealing his slight coffee mustache. He looked at Logan and blinked. “Number 4.” he replied before putting some tap water into his mug.

Logan sighed and rubbed his nose. “...And how many cups has Roman had?” Logan asked.

Virgil made an ‘I don’t know’ humming sound before dumping the slightly coffee-colored water down the drain. Logan walked up to the can of coffee and placed it in the secret hiding spot. “Oooooh...So that’s where it’s been?” Virgil muttered out loud.

Logan turned around and pointed his index finger at him. “Don’t tell Roman.” Logan warned.

Virgil smiled. “Okay.” He replied.

[An Hour Later]

“COME ON AND SLAM! AND WELCOME TO THE JAM! COME ON AND SLAM! IF YOU WANNA JAM!” Roman shouted, pretending to play basketball.

Virgil was giggling and laughing at the man. “Got any other songs you remember?” Virgil asked.

Roman gasped and snapped his fingers at Virgil. “THERE’S A HUNDRED AND FOUR DAYS OF SUMMER VACATION, AND SCHOOL COMES ALONG JUST TO END IIIT!” Roman shouted.

“AND THE ANNUAL PROBLEM, FOR OUR GENERATION IS FINDING A GOOD WAY TO SPEEEND IIIT…” Virgil continued.

“LIKE MAYBE!”

“BUILDING A ROCKET,” Roman shouted.

“OR FIGHTING A MUMMY,” Virgil continued.

“OR CLIMBING UP THE EIFFEL TOWER!” Roman continued, while Virgil conducted the ‘trumpet band’.

“DISCOVERING SOMETHING THAT DOESN’T EXIST-” Virgil shouted and pointed to Roman.

“MY GIRLFRIEND!” Roman shouted back.

Virgil bursted out laughing! “HAHA! OHOR GIVING A MONKEY A SHOWER!” Virgil continued.

“BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM! SURFING TITLE WAVES,” Roman shouted.

“CREATING NANO BOTS, OR-”

Roman joined Virgil. “LOCATING FRANKENSTEIN’S BRAIN!”

“IT’S OVER HERE!” Virgil added. “FINDING A DODO BIRD,”

“CREATING A COTTON LAYER, AND-”

Virgil joined Roman. “DRIVING OUR SISTER INSAAANE!” They shouted.

“PhInEaS!” Roman screamed in a mock girly voice.

“AS YOU CAN SEE, THERE’S A WHOLE LOT OF StUFF TO DO BEFORE SCHOOL STARTS THIS FALL,” Virgil sang.

Roman pointed to Patton. “COME ON, PERRY!” Roman shouted.

“SO STICK WITH US CAUSE PHINEAS AND FERB ARE GONNA, DO IIIT, AAAALLLL!” Roman sang.

Virgil pretended to rock the electric guitar while they both started screaming the last part: “SO STICK WITH US CAUSE PHINEAS AND FERB ARE GONNA, DO IIIT AAAAALL.”

To end it all off, Roman ran up to Logan and started waving and puppeteering the man’s arms. “MoOom! PhInEaS aNd FeRb ArE MaKiNg A tItLe SeQuEnCe!” Roman said in his mock girly voice. Roman put Logan’s hands down as Virgil strummed the last loud guitar note.

Patton giggled and clapped his hands. “That was great, you two!” Patton cheered.

Virgil got back up and snuggle-hugged him. “Thank you Pat.” he replied happily.

Roman was just laughing and pointing at Logan. “Good job playing Candace, by the way!” Roman complimented.

“I had no choice.” Logan reminded him.

“That’s besides the point.” Roman muttered as he lightly punched his shoulder.

Patton was squeaking and giggling at the affection he was getting. “Yohou’re so affectionate like this!” Patton reacted.

Virgil smiled at this and playfully shook his hair right into the side of Patton’s neck. Patton squeaked in surprise and let out some giggles! “HEHehehe! Vihihirgihihil! Thahahat tihihihicklehes!” Patton giggled up a storm.

Virgil brought his head back. “Awww! Ticklish, Pat?” Virgil asked with a smirk. Patton giggled more and nodded. “Perfect!” Virgil declared as he tickled Patton’s belly.

Patton doubled over and guffawed. “HAHAHA! WAHAHAHAIT! LOHOHO HEHEHELP!” Patton shouted.

Logan walked up to help him, but was stopped by a prince with a shit-eating grin on his face. “One single step forward...and I’ll tickle you till you lose all touch with reality.” Roman warned.

Logan lifted an eyebrow as he took a step forward. “Sounds like attempted murder to me.” Logan added.

Roman tripped Logan from behind and laid him down. “Not if it’s screams of laughter!” Roman declared. Roman started skittering his fingers on Logan’s ribs and sides. Logan jolted in surprise and tried to hold his laughter in. “Ooooh! Gonna hold out on me, huh? Tell me: how many times have you simply laughed on the Sanders Sides channel?” Roman asked as he paused his tickling.

Logan let out his breath and breathed somewhat heavily. Then, he tried to think. But the truth was, Roman was right: He has never truly laughed on screen! The one laugh he DID let out, was simply a half-assed ‘Ha’. And knowing Roman, that won’t count.

“That’s right! A big, flat, none! Therefore: LAUGH FOR ME!” Roman shouted before immediately blowing a raspberry right onto his core!

“GAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AAAHAHAHAHEHEHEHEHEHE!” Logan bursted out loudly.

Roman gasped and only continued to tickle him with his fingers. “YAY! AFTER ALL THIS TIME, YOU HAVE A LAUGH! VIRGIL! LOGAN HAS A LAUGH!” Roman shouted happily.

“I can hear that!” Virgil reacted. “And so does Patton!” Virgil added as he blew a raspberry on Patton’s neck.

“EEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEhehehe!” Patton laughed, curling his neck in.

To get Patton on the ground, Virgil gently tripped him and laid him down right beside the laughing Logan! But seeing Logan laughing like this, only made Patton wanna tickle him too!

But Virgil decided to squeeze his hips anyway. “Coochy coochy coo, Patty!” Virgil teased.

“WAHAHAHA-WAHAHAHAIT! IHIHIHI WAHAHAHANNAAAA-HEHEHEHELP!” Patton shouted to Virgil.

Virgil lifted an eyebrow in confusion. “Help? With what?” Virgil asked, pausing his tickling for a moment.

As Patton breathed heavily to regain his oxygen, Patton gave Logan’s closest side a squeeze. Logan squeaked! “AAAAHAHAAA!” Logan turned himself onto his left side. PAHAHAHAHAT!” Logan yelled.

“Whahat? Can’t handle another tihickle monster?” Patton asked, still slightly giggly himself.

“NOHOHOHOHOHO! TOHOHOHO MAHAHAHANY!!” Logan shouted.

Patton, Virgil and Roman all attacked Logan from all angles! It was now 3 to 1, (a completely unfair fight), and Logan felt like he was gonna die laughing! And yet...He was loving it! Something about laughing really hard after not laughing for years, seemed to feel amazing to the nerd. Maybe...psychological based? Logan may have to review the psychology theories again to come up with a more specific answer.

“THEHEHE MOHOHORE YOHOHOU GUYS TIHIHICKLEHE MEHEHE, THEHEHE MOHOHORE REHEHEVEHEHENGE IHI’LL DIHISH OHOHOUT! IHIHI HOHOPE YOHOHOHOU KNOHOHOW THAHAHAHAT!” Logan warned.

“Oh No! I’m So ScArEd!” Roman teased.

“YoU pOoR bAbY! pOoR lOgEy Is TiCkLiSh!” Patton teased.

“It's a shame that EvErYoNe is taking advantage.” Virgil added.

Everyone continued to destroy Logan with tickles just about everywhere on his body. Logan was LITERALLY GOING INSANE! YES! MORE TICKLES! If this is what it’s like having Roman and Virgil on caffeine highs, Logan needs to leave the coffee out a lot more!

Suddenly though, all the tickling stopped! And a bunch of yelps and shouts of surprise filled the room for a few seconds! Logan opened his eyes little by little and adjusted his glasses. What...happened?

Logan’s eyes widened when he noticed the 3 sides being held up against the wall by octopus arms! “I KNEW this would happen! No one can truly handle the GREAT, POWERFUL ROMAN on CAFFEINE!” Someone shouted in front of him. Logan sighed as he recognized the manic voice.

Remus.

“REMUS! LET GO!” Roman shouted at him.

Remus gasped and placed a hand on his chest in offense. “Such anger running through your veins! I must change that as soon as I can.” Remus declared as he summoned some floating green feathers.

Roman shrieked in horror and watched nervously as the feathers fluttered around his body and leaned in closer to his ticklish spots. Roman couldn’t stop the wobbly smile from forming on his face.

Remus giggled evilly and summoned more feathers to surround the two other sides. “Any last words before your ticklish fantasies finally come true?” Remus asked the three of them.

Patton gulped as the feathers neared his feet and belly. Those spots were the ILLEGAL spots!

Virgil tried to glare at the dark side, but his glare was quickly turned into a wobbly smile due to the feathers fluttering right over his neck and belly button.

And Roman’s whimpers faded into giggles as his ears were touched only the slightest bit.

“Would you like to help, Logan?” Remus offered.

Logan stood up and watched as all 3 of his friends were overcome by laughs and giggles, thanks to the many fluttering feathers. Logan had the mental sense to save them. But when Logan thought about it more, he realized his 3 best friends were also the 3 lers in the group, who were just asking to be destroyed! So:

“Okay.” Logan replied.

Logan happily helped Remus and the feathers with the tickles, and reduced his friends into wholesome messes of laughter all in the name of revenge. Logan knew the boys were gonna get it eventually. What Logan DIDN’T expect, was Remus’s eventual involvement.

But to be honest: He couldn’t have it any other way.

[drbtinglecannon]

rohdaly asked: For the drabble challenge I shall request some Huwumis, please. 1) 3 - “You can’t just sit there all day.” with Highschool!AU. 2) 71 - “I want a pet.” uh Dogwalker!AU. 3) 72 - “Just smile, I really need to see you smile right now.” with something angsty wahahaha! K thanks! uwus all around ;)

I posted the angst smile drabble, here’s the dogwalker one! I feel I went a little off topic and it’s too long to really be a ‘drabble’ anymore but I hope you enjoy anyway! (Sorry if the text messages look weird, also Hawks is named ‘Tsubasa’ until Horikoshi says otherwise)

Hawks is absolutely terrified of dogs.

He can't remember a time when he wasn't, it's just a fear he's always lived with. When he was a small child, between 4 to 5 years old, a particularly violent dog got loose in his neighborhood and Hawks was unfortunate enough to get attacked by it.

Thankfully his grandfather was there to throw the dog off him, but it did get a nasty bite in. He was rushed to the hospital and got a whooping 16 stitches on his arm; the scar never fully faded but he was lucky he didn't get killed.

Hawks is old enough now to understand that the dog was heavily abused by its owner and was used in dog fighting rings. It wasn't really the dog’s fault, which is what allowed him to not entirely hate the species. Hawks sees the loving companionship some people are blessed enough to hold with canines in person and on TV all the time, but every time one walks too close, barks too loud, or even looks at him he feels like he’ll jump out of his skin.

Hawks is walking home from the cafe that he and Miruko went to so she could participate in a poetry slam. It was pretty cool and some of the people were incredibly talented, including Miruko. She tried to get him to go up on stage too, but while Hawks writes lyrics he isn't really able to get into the groove of a slam unless he could play music and at that point he'd just be singing.

He has his headphones over his ears and is bobbing his head to the beat, admittedly not paying as much attention to his surrounds as he should. Hawks closes his eyes for just a moment and when he opens them again…

There's a damn dog blocking his path.

“ACK!” He shouts and jumps back so quickly he loses his balance falling flat on his butt. “Ugghhh…”

“Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry! Are you ok?” A feminine voice calls out.

Hawks could hardly hear over the sounds pouring from his headphones, so when a hand gently taps his shoulder he jumps again. His sharp eyes meet dark gray eyes he'd recognize anywhere, and he kind of wants to ground to swallow him whole.

“H-hey, Todoroki-san…” He mumbles awkwardly as he slips the headphones down off his ears to rest around his neck.

Todoroki Fuyumi is crutching in front of him, a classmate of his most of his school life and the subject of his affections for just as long. “Hawks-san, are you ok? It looked like you fell hard. Brutus didn't run into you did he? He's kind of a handful, very friendly but no sense of personal space.”

“...'Brutus’?” Hawks asks skeptically.

Fuyumi gestures at the gigantic dog Hawks honestly forgot about the second he saw her. He flinches when his eyes land on the hulking canine, and tries not to scream when Brutus walks over his legs and huffs happily in his face.

“Brutus, no!” Fuyumi tells the dog in a commanding tone Hawks wasn't aware she was capable of. How is she so damn cute?

The dog barks making Hawks twitch, but it does back up and plop down on the ground in front of his feet panting loudly. “Good boy!” Fuyumi chirps and reaches out to pat the dog on the head.

Hawks is desperately trying so hard to keep his hormonal teenage mind from wandering to dark places after hearing Fuyumi’s tone of voice with the dog that he barely notices when she turns to talk to him again. “...what?”

“I said he likes you!” Fuyumi smiles and repeats with no issue. “I think he feels bad for startling you.”

“O-oh um…” Hawks swallows and begs his stupid brain to work. “It's uh, it's no problem. I wasn't really paying attention to where I was headed.” She offers a hand to help him up which he gladly accepts it, praying his hand isn't too sweaty.

When they're both standing Fuyumi gestures at his headphones. “Yeah I'm not surprised, your music is really loud Hawks-san. You should be careful about your hearing.” After she points it out Hawks realizes how loudly the music is booming from the speakers.

“Right yeah…” He absentmindedly holds the volume switch on the cord down until the music is adequately muffled. “So uh...is Brutus your dog?”

Fuyumi shakes her head. “No, he's one of the dogs I walk. Brutus is really big and energetic so I have to walk him by himself, but I usually walk between 3 to 5 smaller dogs.”

“Dogs you...walk?”

Fuyumi nods with a smile. “It’s my part-time job during the summer months. People go on vacation so I walk their dogs two or three times a day while they're gone on the weekends and during break.”

Hawks blinks owlishly at her. “O-oh…”

Hawks regretful doesn't actually know Fuyumi very well personally, he's much closer with her younger brother who he used to play on the football team with until Hawks quit, but he does know her family is ridiculously rich so the idea of her having a part-time job seems strange. “You must really like dogs, huh? You always struck me as a cat person.”

“I love dogs and cats! Both are very lovable and great family members in different ways!” She explains excitedly. “I’ve always wanted to be a veterinarian when I grow up. Or maybe a school teacher, but either way I want a house just full of dogs and cats.”

Hawks isn't sure what else to do with this information besides treasure it forever. “You'd make an amazing vet or teacher.” He murmurs as he shoves his hands into his pockets nervously.

“Thank you, that's very sweet of you.” Fuyumi smiles. “What about you Hawks-san, do you like dogs?”

“Um...more of a bird person myself…” He warily eyes Brutus as he answers, and tenses when the dog loudly harrumphs at him.

Fuyumi giggles and scratches Brutus behind the ear. “I'm not sure he liked that answer.” The dog leans into her touch and whimpers merrily.

“Sorry, Brutus…”

“Anyway, I need to get going. It was nice seeing you, Hawks-san.” Fuyumi politely waves as she and the huge animal walk off.

Hawks watches as she leaves and a dopey grin blossoms on his face. “She held my hand!” He fist pumps to himself and spins in a circle, before remembering the important detail that makes him hang his head in defeat. “...but she loves dooogggsss…”

His stupid teenage emotions flip-flop between ecstatic and dread as he trudges home.

--

Hawks casually takes a seat at the table next to his grandfather and watches him until the latter can feel it. His grandfather peers over the top of his newspaper and Hawks takes the opportunity to talk. “I want to get a pet.”

“Hm...I suppose if you promise to take care of it.” His grandfather easily agrees and turns back to the paper.

Hawks clears his throat and clarifies. “...I want to get a dog.”

His grandfather drops the paper to give him the most incredulous look possible, before calling out towards the open door leading to the balcony. “HONEY!” When Hawks’ grandmother pokes her head in the doorframe to peer over his grandfather jabs a thumb in his direction. “Who is this sitting next to me??”

“Gramps, come on…” Hawks sighs.

“That's your grandson, Tsubasa.” His grandmother answers over the whining before returning to her gardening out on the porch.

“Right ok, so why is this kid asking to get a dog?”

There's a pause before his grandmother slowly leans back with a confused look on her face. “Tsubasa...you want a pet dog? I thought you were scared ---”

Hawks cuts her off with an exaggerated groan. “Gramma, Gramps, stop please. Can't I just...I don't know, want to get over this all?”

“By getting a dog?” Gramps raises an eyebrow.

“Yes.”

Gramma has put on her slippers and trudged into the room, brushing dirt off her hands onto her apron. “I think he's lying, dear…” She whispers too loudly to her husband who grunts in agreement.

“You two know I can hear you, right?” Hawks glares at them. Gramma has the decency to seem embarrassed but Gramps just snorts a laugh.

Gramps eyes him for a second before relenting with a sigh. “Tell ya what, kid. We don't want you getting a living creature and bringing it here if you're gonna jump every time it moves. Prove to us you aren't scared of dogs anymore first, then you can get one as a pet.”

Hawks’ eyes widen as he looks between them both. “Really?? Yes, ok! I'll do!” He lunges to his feet and gives them both a quick hug before dashing off to his room.

His grandmother waves after him as she murmurs to her husband. “...do you really think this is a good idea?”

“Don't worry, we won't get a dog.” Gramps chuckles as he snaps the paper back up and resumes reading.

---

Hawks jumps face first onto his bed and pulls out his phone, rapidly texting his best friend.

Birdie: Guess who I ran into today!!!!!!

Buns: I would say Todoroki Fuyumi based on how you’re acting

Buns: But we both know you're too much of a chicken to talk to her

Hawks glowers at the screen and types with more force than necessary.

Birdie: I am not a chicken

Birdie: But yes, I did run into her AND we talked for a bit!!!

Instantly his phone buzzes several times as Miruko registers this information.

Buns: Wait really

Buns: Whaaaaat???

Buns: What happened did you ask her out finally??

Hawks is a little afraid to answer that. He's just as sick of his friend nagging at him to make a move as she is of his love-struck gushing about Fuyumi.

Birdie: ...no

There’s such a long pause before Miruko texts back Hawks has already pushed himself off the bed and started strumming some notes he wrote on a napkin back at the cafe on his guitar. His phone buzzes and he leans over to look at his screen.

Buns: You’re a helpless idiot

Hawks pouts but can't bring himself to disagree. Instead he picks up the phone and sends another message.

Birdie: ANYWAY get this. She's a dog walker!

Bubbles showing a response is being typed disappear and reappear several times. Finally Miruko sends something back.

Buns: Um. Isn't that like, you're worst nightmare?

Birdie: What no.

Birdie: Maybe I'll finally get over this thing with dogs AND spend time with her!!

Buns: Or Buns: More likely Buns: You'll TRY to and end up making a fool of yourself in front of her Buns: And she may lose interest (if she had any) if you don't love dogs

Hawks rereads Miruko's texts a couple times and deflates. She isn't trying to be mean and he knows it, but it really took the wind out of his sails. Miruko must sense his pouting because she hurriedly tacts on more.

Buns: Or maybe you're right

Buns: This might actually get you to get over your fear

Buns: Cause the fear of looking dumb in front of Todoroki is prolly the only thing that scares you more than dogs

Hawks perks up slightly reading the new texts. “Yeah...wait, that's it! I'll ask to help Todoroki-san! Then I can hang out with her AND get over my fears!” He shouts a little too loud as he jumps to his feet but he doesn't care. His grandparents probably won't think anything of it anyway either; he's constantly singing, playing music, or just plain ol’ talking loudly.

Hawks spends the rest of the day switching between playing various melodies on his keyboard and guitar as he plans out operation: Befriend Fuyumi (and also get over fear of dogs).

---

The next day Hawks wakes up so giddy he can't stop moving. He dances around his confused grandparents as he chirps he's heading out for the day and dashes out the door before they can respond.

He's bouncing on his heels and jamming to the music from his headphones as he walks down the street towards the area he ran into Fuyumi and Brutus yesterday. Hawks realizes now that it was across the street from a park that's a popular spot for dogs.

He absentmindedly realizes he can't just hang out right where he saw her yesterday because that'll lead to questions of why he's just standing around. Hawks groans and tries to come up with a new course of action. As he whips around his eyes land on the park across the street...filled with dogs.

His blood runs cold imaging waltzing over there.

There’s a gaggle of big, long-haired canines running around in a group all jumping on each other, a handful of smaller dogs yapping loudly and chasing on the heels of the taller ones, and one or two tiny things cowering behind their owner’s legs.

Hawks considers retreating back home, however he already planned ahead for if he wusses out and told Miruko exactly what he was doing. If he backs down now not only will she never let him live it down, she might just break into his room and drag him out by the ankles.

He gulps before marching across the street with all the courage he can muster.

Overall it wasn't too bad. Hawks managed not to scream at any point, and only jumped and stumbled once trying to escape the attention of an energetic blond dog. Thankfully the owner intervened on his behalf. He scurried off and is currently sitting on a bench a little ways off from where the animals are playing.

Hawks has his eyes screwed shut and is taking deep breaths in and out. Foolishly he still has his headphones on and listening to music a touch too loud so he doesn't notice when someone says his name.

He does notice when a slimy wet surface rubs against his hand though.

Hawks recoils and cracks his eyes open, coming face to face with a dog nudging it's nose against his knuckles. He freezes but it isn't until another smaller dog jumps up on the bench and climbs into his lap that he finally yelps and jumps to his feet.

Hawks tumbles away from the bench, the small dog landing on the ground easily with a playful bark, but he doesn't get far before another one pushes his legs into each other and he falls backwards. Hawks blinks up at a shadow towering over him for a second, before it suddenly lunged down at his face.

He ends up passing out.

---

Hawks isn't sure how long he's out for but it can't be too long because when he finally flutters his eyes open the sun is in the same spot up in the sky. He absentmindedly notices a hand on his forehead and another gently but urgently shaking his shoulder.

“...ugggh…” He groans pathetically.

There’s a relieved sounding sigh right above him and the hand on his forehead moves away. “Oh thank goodness! Hawks-san I am so sorry about that! I didn't think they'd all swarm you like that!”

“Wha…?” Hawks squints and when his vision finally focuses he kind of wishes he had just died where he's lying.

His face flushes and he sits up far too quickly, the rush of blood to his head making him dizzy. Hawks doesn't have time to adjust though because once he's up his eyes land on the three dogs that scared the life out of him just a moment ago sitting in a row a couple feet away and yelps hard, trying to crawl away but slips and lands on his back again.

He decides to just stay on the ground this time. The owner of the voice leans over him with a sympathetic expression and offers a hand up. Hawks debates not accepting it and just lying in this spot for the rest of his life, but practically overweighs dramatics so he sheepishly takes the hand and lets himself be hoisted into a sitting position.

There’s a beat of silence as he waits for her to ask the inevitable. “Hawks-san?”

“...yes, Todoroki-san?”

“...are you afraid of dogs?” Fuyumi asks him softly. There it is, any chance with her blown forever. Instead of talking he just mutely nods his head, eyes glued to the grass by his legs.

Fuyumi hums in confusion and cocks her head slightly. “Why would you come to a dog friendly park then?”

Hawks isn't sure how to answer that. 'I was hoping to see you and force myself over my fear to impress you cause I have a gigantic hopeless crush on you’ doesn't sound very good. “Um…” He rubs the back of his neck awkwardly and clears his throat. “I uh, wanted to get over my fears. But um...I think I didn't go about this the right way.”

He expects her to laugh or scoff or something at his expense, instead she sits right next to him wearing the most encouraging smile possible. “I could help, if you'd like.”

Hawks blinks owlishly at her a couple times, praying to every deity his face isn't too red before he nods. Her smile widens and she tenderly takes his hand again to moves to extend it in front of them. Somehow he doesn't die of sheer joy from the action.

“The best ways to approach a dog are to first ask permission of its owner as they'll know if it's friendly or not, I'm already giving permission though. Then you should let the dog come closer at its own rate, preferably facing them at an angle instead of head on, so just sit here and I'll call Missy forward.”

“Missy…?”

“The pug who climbed into your lap.” Fuyumi quickly explains. She's holding all the leashes in her other hand and gently tugs the one for Missy specifically. Missy was ecstatic to move and quickly lumbered over towards Hawks’ offered hand. He tensed up as her wet nose wiped against his palm but Fuyumi gently squeezed his wrist where her cold hands still held on.

“Try gently petting her face and neck.” Fuyumi suggests and despite how his hand is trembling Hawks manages to gingerly stroke Missy’s cheek. The dog seems to love it because she's aggressively rubbing her face into his hand and her curly tail is wagging.

Hawks lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding. “See? It's not so bad! Some dogs can be a handful or territorial so it's always good to approach carefully.” Fuyumi beams.

Hawks nods and glances up at the other two dogs. “They're uh...all well trained.”

“Usually.” Fuyumi agrees. “Missy and Lola, the beagle that nudged your hand first,” she points at the dog to the right and continues explaining, “they have the same family. Troy, the black labrador that licked your face when you fainted, is their neighbor so they all get along well.”

“Oh...I see.” Hawks stares at the other two dogs sitting with each other panting calmly.

Fuyumi eventually releases her grip on Hawks’ wrist much to his disappointment to hold the leashes with both hands. “...have you always been afraid of dogs? Um, if you don't mind my asking.”

“I don't.” He quickly assures her. “I uh, got attacked by one when I was a little kid. It was abused and used in dog rings so it was hyper violent, one day it got loose and I happened to be in its path. Been terrified ever since.” He finishes with a shrug.

Fuyumi gasps and clamps her hands over her mouth. “Oh my gosh, that's terrible!”

“Yeah I still have a scar on my arm.” He was almost going to offer to show her but realizes that might be weird so he keeps his mouth shut. “I don't want to be scared of dogs, I don't hate them it's just…”

Fuyumi hums in understanding. “If you'd like…” Her voice is very timid all of a sudden and it draws Hawks’ eyes off Missy to look at her. “I have two dogs at home, maybe you can come over some time and meet them. I could um...help you work on your fear more.”

Hawks thinks he must be dreaming because Todoroki Fuyumi not only invited him to her house, she's seated so close next to him their sides are almost touching with pink cheeks and a shy smile on her face.

She fidgets and looks away. “Um, if you want to. I don't mean to make you uncomfortable ---”

“No!” He interrupts loudly. Fuyumi glances back at him and he clears his throat, trying to force himself to talk at a normal volume. “Um, you aren't uh...I would really like that, it sounds really fun.”

Her smile returns as she nods. “I think you'd like my dogs. They're Scottish terriers named Guiver and Guinness.” Fuyumi excitedly raves about the pros of Scotties for a few minutes, most of which is lost on Hawks but he is more than happy to listen to her gushing. “Anyway...I have to bring these three home but you could come over later today if you're free.”

“Yes!” He answers too quickly but the way it makes her giggle was well worth looking dumb.

“You should bring your guitar too.” Hawks furrows his brow, confused on how she knows he plays the guitar. “Natsuo told me you quit the sports team to focus on music.” She supplies as if she could read his mind. “It was a shame, you’re very skilled at football.”

Hawks’ heart is hammering in his chest as it slowly dons on him that Fuyumi pays attention to him and must've been for at least the past year to know this information. He swallows the dry lump in his throat. “Yeah, well, I'm even better at the guitar.”

Her bashful smile widens. “I look forward to finding out.” Then she raises to her feet and herds the dogs a few paces away from him, being mindful of how he's still working over his fear. “So, I'll see you later? You know how to get there right?” He nods once. “Good. Well, until then Hawks-san.”

She and the dogs head off and he waves after them. It isn't until they're out of view that he falls flat on his back again with a giddy noise. “She wants to hang out and listen to my music!!...I need to text Miruko, she’d be so proud.”

[amonoff]

Ah, memories

My first contribution to Ninjago and first writing in awhile, so...it’s stale, I’ll admit. I’ll probably work on other things to practice.

Slightly different events with the movie!Garmadon family just before Koko left.

“And that’s when the super wimpy, super pathetic, skeleton general appeared atop the mountain! He said some mumbo jumbo about beating us…the pathetic worm, am I right, Luh-Lloyd?” Garmadon cooed, rubbing the hand puppet version of himself on Lloyd’s face. Lloyd squealed with joy, right arm raising up to try and grab it. Garmadon grinned making little baby noises as he booped his son’s nose with the puppet.

“Absolutely! Anyway, back to my story,” Garmadon raised the puppet of himself and the skeleton general high for him to see. “Now see here, Luh-Lloyd the first important thing about being evil is breaking the rules. Like y’know how heroes actually let their enemy finish their speech? Well, obviously bad guys don’t do that!”

He threw his puppet self over to the general, smacking it around and using fingers in the arm sleeves to punch the general. Lloyd giggled, cheering at his father. “I fought and kicked him halfway in! Even stole his sword to beat him with it, and then I punched him with my four arms! You should’ve been born then, Luh-Lloyd. It looked cool-”

Garmadon made to show himself strangle the general when he heard the soft creak of the door behind him. He turned and of course there was the most beautiful, bravest, most accomplished woman in all of Ninjago; his wife. Just looking at her as she took off her helmet made him feel weak. He got up from the floor, taking Lloyd into his arms and brought him to his mother. Lloyd immediately let out a small, excited cry for her. It made Misako smiled. She walked over with open arms to take her son while Garmadon kissed her.

“Welcome home, Koko. I trust everything went smoothly on your side with dealing with the rebels?”

“Of course, Garmy. They were just a few small, disorganized groups. No big threats.”

“Excellent. Now everything will be set!” Garmadon walked over to the room window, looking through the glass and out to the glowing city, sitting just beyond the coast of his volcano. His smile was the brightest it had been in awhile. He didn’t notice the sudden falter of his wife’s gaze at him, or how her arms shook as she carried their child, who had gone quiet.

She walked over beside the freakishly tall man. “Garmy, I’ve been meaning to ask, what’s all this for, exactly? The towns we’ve captured are hardly rich with money or resources. I don’t see them becoming very big in the future.”

“Hmm? Ah, well…” Garmadon thought for a tentative moment, actually hesitating for a moment before he felt Misako brush her hand over his face. He looked down to see her and Lloyd.

“C’mon, Garmy. You can’t have me running your army around without knowing why any longer.” Then she bobbed Lloyd up and down a little to get a cute cry from him.

Looking at the two...any doubt cleared. They were already so close anyway.

“Oh, alright. I wanted it to be surprise, but I don’t know what might happen. You should know.” He takes Lloyd from his wife using his bottom two arms, and the opens the windows for a full, unobstructed view on Ninjago with his upper arms. He brings Lloyd up to better see the brimming city. “Koko, I’m going to conquer Ninjago City!”

“W-What?” Misako asks, a lot quieter now. Garmadon looks at her with concern sees her wide eyes and hanging lips. Yes, of course she would be surprised and concerned. He immediately goes over to her and lays his hand on her shoulder to assure her. “I know it sounds crazy, Koko. But I’ve thought my plan through!”

“That’s what many before you said too, Garmy.” Misako sighed, lifting her hand as she softly held husband’s hand. “Though there’re only five elemental ninjas guarding the city, they’re all powerful. Masters of combat, and the elements of fire, water, earth, lightning, and ice. And your brother Wu is among them.”

At that, Garmadon frowned, mostly in annoyance at the mention of his annoying little brother. He let go of his wife and crossed his arms behind him as he turned back to the city, staring with a narrowed eyes now. “I know. That is why I’ve placed spies in the city. To watch the Ninjas’ activities and Wu. They recently told that my brother will set off on a trip soon in five days. When he is gone, that is when I plan to strike.”

“So you’ll fight the Ninjas in the assault?”

Garmadon shakes his head. “No. I plan on sending my army as a diversion. I will set off in secret alone on a small air vehicle to top of the Ninjago Tower and set my flag on top. Once it’s planted, I will be Ninjago’s official conqueror.”

Misako looked at him in shock. It was understandable since such a tactic wasn’t very glorious or epic one. Garmadon hated it, but it had the best chance of granting him victory. No one would expect it, especially the Ninjas. He was sure Misako understood this too when he saw her nod quietly “Garmy, why do you want to conquer Ninjago? Aren’t the other cities we’ve already conquered enough?”

“Ninjago isn’t for us, Koko.” Garmadon explained, then turning down to little Lloyd, who still had his eyes on what probably was strange bright light of different colors, very much unlike torches that lit up Garmadon’s castle. “I want to conquer it for Luh-Lloyd.”

“Lloyd?”

“Yes. Luh-Lloyd is weak, puny…bald. And can’t even walk. Just hiding my face makes him cry.” Garmadon sighed. He shook his head to get those thoughts out and back on his point. “But someday, eventually, he’ll learn how to walk and talk. Hopefully when he finally grows his hair. And when that time comes, I want to pass to him an empire.”

“And the towns and cities we’ve already conquered aren’t enough?”

“No, that’s not it, Koko. They’re okay, but like you said, none of them will be very big in the future. Ninjago, though, is vibrant, brimming with life, and filled with strong warriors, just like our son. That place has a far more prosperous future compared to that. It’s the only fitting place for our son to rule.”

“But...he’s still only just a baby, Garmy. Don’t you think this is too fast?”

“Nonsense! I had to start learning Spinjitsu since the day I was born! And besides, Luh-Lloyd is already making great strides to becoming a great ruler! Look!” He brought Lloyd up closer to his face and cleared his throat, as loud as he could manage to get his attention. Of course, Lloyd turned up, making small sound.

“WAHAHAHA!” he bellowed. It was a generic evil laugh, he had to admit, but then he heard his son giggle excitedly and then-

“Wahahaha!” he squeaked, mimicking his laugh albeit maybe laughing too quickly. Still, an evil laugh was an evil laugh!

“See, Koko! Maybe it’s not maniacal yet but in a few years, it will be dripping with pure evil! He will be the most vicious, dangerous, and feared evil ruler of Ninjago.” He explained gleefully, and he laughed a little at the thought. His son growing up to become just like him and his mother.

But as he looked to his wife for a smile or at least some sign that she was reassured of Lloyd’s capability, she only looked...lost. He lips still hung a little and her eyes remained only Lloyd. There was depth to it he hadn’t seen before. Usually there was a fire in his wife’s eyes. It burned bright when she was happy, and exploded when infuriated. In them now, he saw nothing.

“Koko?” He asked, and suddenly she jolted in surprise.

“S-Sorry. I guess I was lost in thought.” she apologized. She never apologized.

“Misako, are you feeling alright? You’ve been strangely these past few days as well.” Garmadon inquired, remembering how less energetic she had been of late, or how she took less glory at the face of felled foes amidst combat. He had always chalked it up to post-pregnancy, but now he worried it was something else. All the same, Misako smiled at him and placed her hand on his shoulders.

“I’m fine, Garmy. I guess…” she stared at Lloyd again, who looked at his mother confused, wondering why she looked so sad. She wrapped her arms around him and carried him off Garmadon’s hands. “I guess I’m just worried about Lloyd. If he can really do it, y’know?”

At that, Garmadon smiled widely. “Of course he can, Koko! He is our child, after all! He will grow up a strong, proud, accomplished warrior like you. And take my handsomeness and leadership!” He gave his wife another kiss to the cheek, earning from her a small laugh.

“I suppose you’re right.” she said to him, smiling a little now. “Anyway, it’s getting late. It’s Lloyd’s sleeping time.”

“Wait, already?!” Garmadon turned behind him and indeed, the time was now close to nine. “Aw man! Can’t he stay up a bit longer? I was telling him about our battle with the skeleton general!”

“No, Garmy. He needs his sleep.” Misako chuckled, leaving to get Lloyd’s formula. Garmadon groaned, but he conceded to his boy getting stronger.

“Well, that only gives me more time to prepare all the stuff for a grander tale. I’m gonna go to our room and prepare it all. Oh, and work! Yes, work!”

Garmadon hastily collected the puppets, with exception to two, of course. The puppets of himself and Koko. Those he placed in Lloyd’s crib.

“I’ll see you later, Koko.” He bidded. 
“Bye, Garmy.” she said. Just before he could leave, he heard her continue. “And I love you.”

It sounded different. Heavier, if he could put it. He turned to his wife to see her beginning to bottle feed Lloyd, still smiling. He pushed the thought away. “I love you too, Koko.”

Garmadon stared at the photos spread on the wall, all hung in an orderly fashion. Despite all the dust, they were in a clean state almost untouched from the centuries that passed. He supposed they must’ve been handled with care before...the owners passed.

Lloyd stood by his side, no longer an infant but now a grown young man of sixteen years. He stayed quiet as he listened to his father’s story. Garmadon imagined how hard it must be to believe every word. That there was a time where the three lived together, and were blissfully happy.

“That was the last time I saw your mother.” Garmadon finally continued after his brief pause, sighing a little as he focused on the photo with him, Misako, and baby Lloyd. “It wasn’t until midnight that I grew worried. She never stayed up late. I went to your room to see if she was still there, but there was only a note in your crib. She left and took you with her to Ninjago. She wanted you to have a normal life.”

Garmadon paused again, getting lost once more in his memories. The day he met Misako, every battle together, the day Lloyd was born, the day they named him. “...I could’ve changed.” he whispered quietly, as if it was to himself.

“What…?” Lloyd asked.

“I could’ve changed, Luh-Lloyd. Become a better man for Koko. But I didn’t, and lost you both.”

Silence filled the room. Garmadon’s story was finished and now...it was actually getting kind of awkward. He looked around for the other ninjas to say something but he realised that it was only him and Lloyd in the room.

“Uh, Dad?” Lloyd asked, turning to his dad. “Did...mom take anything with her when she left? I mean, aside from me. Like, a toy or something?”

“Hm, I don’t really know.” Garmadon admitted, stroking his helmet as he tried to recall. “I became so focused with conquering Ninjago after that that I never went back to your room for months. By then, it was cleaned up.”



“Oh. Um, coz... I think-”

“I THINK I FOUND IT!!” Jay suddenly screamed from wherever he was, causing the to jump a little in surprise.

“W-Where, Jay?!” Lloyd yelled.

“In the hall, over here!” Jay yelled back, a little excited. “C’mon!”

“All right, we’re coming!” Kai said, suddenly coming out of the kitchen to follow where he thought he heard Jay. Nya, Cole, and Zane began to run in to go to wherever Jay was too. Seeing this, Lloyd and his father followed, deciding to put the conversation off till later.

It was a memory from a long time back, so most of what he could recall was hazy. He hadn’t remembered what happened that day, but he remembered being upset and crying about it in his room. He had his head stuffed under a pillow so no one would see when he heard someone call him.

“Luh-Lloyd~? Hey, are you okay, Luh-Lloyd~?” It was a low but whimsical voice. Lloyd couldn’t help but poke his head out to see who it was.

It was his mom, with the black samurai puppet on her hand.

“Hey there, Luh-Lloyd! Tell me what’s wrong!” the samurai asked, still with the goofy voice. Lloyd wiped away the tears, not wanting his mom to see them.

“N-Nothing’s wrong!”

“Aw, are you sure?” the samurai tilted sideways. “Well, then I suppose you don’t want ice cream?”

Lloyd perked up. “No, I want ice cream!!”

His mom laughed, then bringing up a full-bowl, chocolate-flavored with fruits, for him. Lloyd grabbed it and quickly got a spoonful. Just like that, he was already smiling.

“See? Feeling better already?”

“Yeah!” Lloyd answered. His mother laughed, and he took another bite when she carried him off the bed. She brushed his hair aside to give him a kiss on his forehead. She was smiling at him.

“I love you, Honey.”

Lloyd beamed back at her. “Love you too, Mom!”

And suddenly, she brought the black samurai up again, who piped, “Aw, not me~?” He drooped to look sad. Lloyd couldn’t help laughing.

“You too.” Lloyd patted to puppet’s head.

After that, his mother brought him to the living room where they watched some shows together before he did his homework. Then he had dinner, did more homework, and watched TV again.

If Lloyd had to be honest, that day was basically his normal everyday life, even up till now. Heck, the only difference was that he actually had friends this time, and the puppet...he outgrew it years ago.

He had it for as long as he knew his mom, so never thought about where it might’ve come from. 

If he was right, it should still be in his closet, tucked away with the other toys he had forgotten. Maybe...he should show it to dad once they got back?

...yeah. Why not?