The heroes run into the control room and pull back the curtain- it’s Puppy Deceiver!
The heroes are shocked!
“Puppy Deceiver, it was you all along! Did our playtime antics mean nothing?!”
Puppy Deceiver laughs the puppy laugh. It’s adorable!
“Yes. All the gamboling, the wet puppy kisses and scritches, the fetch and and playtime and squeaky toys- they all led to this, my ultimate design, the Cintamani-Unmaking Supercollider. You were powerless to stop me before, and you’ll be unable to stop me now.”
Noble Hero is in tears; Faithful Hero rends their shirt in grief; it is Righteous Hero who speaks.
“Tell us then, treacherous puppy, what could make me stay my hand?”
Puppy Deceiver smiles the puppy smile. Their tongue sticks out a little. As they press the button to start the countdown to the Cintamani-Unmaking Supercollider, they playfully tilt their head.
The heroes watch in awe and horror. There’s no way they can argue with that!
“My dog did that? What do you mean my puppy was bad? He’s an angel at home!”
(Not pictured: the mark on my face and the scratches down my throat to my chest)
Let me explain to you a thing…
When your dog is in a salon/store/etc. whatever, THEY ARE NOT AT HOME.
I don’t care how good your dog is AT HOME. Am I at your house? Is my salon in your living room?? No. Your dog is not at home, it is in a strange environment and while I do my best to be patient and caring (I never yell at a dog, I’m never overly rough with a dog, I really try to be understanding and patient) there’s only so much I can do with a rowdy dog.
Please train your dogs.
And PLEASE do not get mad at bathers or groomers who can’t complete a service on your dog because you didn’t train it. Like I said, there is only so much we can do before the dog becomes stressed and we have to send it home.
A/N: No, your eyes are no deceiving you. This is actually the third part of the longest drabble in the history of mankind. So this was originally supposed to be the last part, but then my brain happened and this monstrosity ended up being +8K words long and I am still not even close to the ending. Therefore there will be at least one more part of this which hopefully won’t take as long to be published as this one.
For clarification: italicized conversation is being spoken in Sign Language.
It is a well-known fact that
Caroline turns into a mess of sizzling nerves shortly before any of her shows.
And Klaus experiences that first hand when he meets her in their usual
location, at the usual time merely a day before the opening of her show.
For the life of her, she cannot stop
fidgeting. She pretends to read her book for a moment, only to give up and
check her phone finding it dead silent and going back to repeat the cycle
several times over within a minute. She cannot help it. The last two days are
quiet. There is nothing that she can do and all the last minute preparations
are handed over to Elijah. She cannot fuss over the arrangement of the
photographs, or the colors that she thinks would complement her work, or the appropriate
lighting. Those details were ironed out already, and everything that’s left is
in Elijah’s capable hands. That does not, however, stop Caroline-control-freak-Forbes
from looking for something, absolutely anything to do. In spite of
knowing better, her mind itches to find new tasks; the importance of the date
refusing to depart from her irritable mind. And it just feels incredibly wrong
to not be doing anything in preparation.
From his spot across the booth,
Klaus sighs exasperatedly. He, too, has given up on his book; Caroline’s state
proving to be an incessant distraction. At last, he gently places his hand over
hers, stopping it from flying towards the long-suffering smartphone. She looks
up at him, ignoring the way her heart jumps at the small contact, ignoring the
way it sinks when he withdraws his hand in favor of talking, ignoring the voice
in her head that’s telling her she’s been suppressing too many feelings, for
far too long.
“Are you alright?” he simply asks, eyes seeming genuinely concerned.
“Yes,” she squeaks out, to which his
lips twitch in amusement, “I’m just nervous a little. I’m always like this
right before a big show.”
Her unnerved sigh is enough to cause
a frown to crinkle his brow. He is not used to seeing Caroline like this. During
the past months, she has been perfectly collected, albeit a little bossy and
demanding, but not nervous. He’s assumed that she would be relieved once all
the details were perfectly dealt with and all she has to do is attend.
“Why? You have taken care of all the
details perfectly, Caroline, there’s no reason for your nerves.” His eyes are gentle and comforting.
“Yeah thanks now I’m not nervous.” She
mutters. And from the puzzled look that crosses his face, she knows that he does
not understand her.
“It’s just…” she starts only to halt a moment later, “it’s just that I hate
having nothing to do. I know, I know I ordered all the right things and gave
all the appropriate orders but I’m afraid they’ll screw everything up! Ever
since I was a little girl, I learned that if you want something done right, you
have to do it yourself. And I would very much like to arrange the decorations
myself because I know that whoever is doing it right now will just hang them
and they need to trickle down!” By the end of her speech, her arms are
flailing about in wild gestures, her tone has reached new levels of squeaky
that draw the attention of other patrons towards them. And Klaus has his lips
pressed in a thin line. Not in irritation, rather in amusement. Extreme amusement.
In fact she thinks he’s holding back laughter. Which he succeeds at doing for
the total of two minutes before bursting into beautiful laughter.
Request:Could you make a Sanha scenario that just explodes with fluff 😻😸💜💜💜💜💜
Genre: fluff~ Pairing: Reader x Yoon Sanha Word count: 1002
It was Fantagio’s Valentines party.
Why? You didn’t know, but at least you got rid of the work out session you had that day.
Everyone had been talking about it for weeks, it wasn’t hard to ignore it though, there were posters all over the building. Literally everywhere.
Entrance, poster. Cafeteria, poster. Even bathroom, poster.
Hard to miss.
But it didn’t matter to you that much, valentines day was just another commercial date, just like Christmas, but for couples.
Maybe if you had a boyfriend, you would think different. But you didn’t, so~.
Although you didn’t want to go you still had, it was oblogatory for everyone, specially trainees.
So here you were, sitting on a chair you found empty with a heart shaped chocolate someone gave you at the door in your hand.
The rooftop was packed with people wearing unnecessary cheesy clothes and decorated with unnecessary cheesy stuff. There weren’t even couples here.
Why did the company thought this was a good idea?
An hour had passed and you were still sat playing games in your phone. Alone. You had friends, quite a few actually, but let’s say that partying wasn’t your thing and you didn’t want to ruin their night so your phone was a good companion.
Until, of course, it ran out of battery. You cursed yourself for not charging your phone before leaving the dorm.
Sighing you walked to the table that had all the sweets. This was the only good thing about valentine’s day, the enormous amount of sweets you could eat.
Pushing between the dancing bodies you reached your goal.
Just when you grabbed your first cookie someone pushed you and made you drop it. Great. You grabbed another one this time successfully eating it, but being the lucky girl you were, you choked on it.
You felt a hand patting your back and a cup filled with water was being held in front of you. As you took the cup you turned around to face the chest of someone wearing a red sweater. You looked up and saw a guy, about your age, with a worried expression.
“Are you ok?” His voice was barely audible over the music
You just nodded too focused on his face, wondering if you had seen him before. Something about his brown reddish hair was too familiar.
Your gaze made him flustered, one of his hands came to rub the back of his neck and his eyes looked at everything but you.
You shook it off and looked away.
“Thanks…for the water i mean”
He nodded and said nothing still not moving from his spot.
Then you noticed he was wearing angel wings and was holding a red bow and a set of heart shaped arrows.
*You had to be saved by cupid* you thought while rolling your eyes.
You turned back to the food and grabbed some chocolate.
“Why are you here? and not there…dancing” His eyes were focused on you
“I should be asking you the same thing, even though i don’t even know you”
You looked at him wondering why he was still talking to you, he saved you from choking to death, you thanked him, what else does he needed.
“I-i’m my name is Sanha and my friends haven’t arrive yet, that’s why I’m alone” He smiled faintly, his brackets showing.
“Well Sanha you should go dance or something, that’s why you came here for, didn’t you” You rested a hand on the table while waiting for his answer, he nodded.
“Yes, but I don’t want to dance alone”
“Then go talk to someone”
“I’m talking to you right now” He giggled and you sighed
“What do you want.”
“What do you mean?” His puppy eyes
stared into yours.
“Why did you came? Why did you helped me? You don’t even know who I am”
“You were alone” you waited for him to continue
“No one deserves to be alone, less on valentine’s day” he never took his eyes off you as he talked and you chuckled
“That was a little deep for a kid like you” Seriousness. His whole face showed that. You bit your lip to stop you from laughing his face was so adorable and you couldn’t help it.
“I’m sick of hearing that! Everyone thinks I’m a baby, many girls call me their “son”. I can be mature if I want- I can bet I’m older or the same age as you!“ He pouted.
But he was still cute.
“You wish” you haven’t moved from your spot next to the table and your legs started to grow tired so you walked to a couple of chairs that were empty.
He followed you and sat beside you.
“I just realised you don’t know my name. I’m Y/N by the way”
“A beautiful name for a beautiful girl” that made you cringe, a bit.
“Please no” you covered your eyes
“Why? It is true”
“That was so corny, never do that again for sake of humanity” he just laughed and you took your hands off your eyes “Why are you dressed like cupid?” He was now looking at the peopke dancing.
“I wanted to expand the romantic feeling, make people happy i guess” he took off his wings and put his arrows and bow next to him.
“Why did you take it off then?” You had to admit it was a sweet gesture that he dressed up like that just to make people smile.
“Because I can’t dance very well with that on” you gave him a confused look “Do you want to dance?” He stood up and looked at you expectantly.
“I really enjoy being sat here” he pouted and reached out a hand for you “Sanha…” You really wanted to say no but his eyes made you give in.
You took his hand and his eyes lighted up, without knowing it you had made his day a hundred times better.
Maybe valentine’s day wasn’t that dumb after all.
We are so so so so sorry for not posting this sooner, we didn’t know what to write. We also know that we are not the best writers but we put our hearts and minds on this. Hope you enjoyed it !!!
Me at soundcheck: CALUM WHY WERE YOU WALKING THE PUPPIES??? WAS THE PICTURE OF YOU WALKING THE PUPPIES NECESSARY IF YOU WERENT ACTUALLY USING THEM FOR ANYTHING??? DID YOU MEAN TO KILL US WITH THAT PICTURE OF THE PUPPIES HUH?? PUPPIES?!?! GIVE ME ANSWERS!!!!!!
Head cannon: Felicity finally confesses her feelings for Oliver/ maybe asks him out when he's target practicing. When the words finally come out of her mouth, Oliver badly misses the target and blows something up on the side. I NEED THIS TO HAPPEN ON THE SHOW NOW!!!!!
“Hmm?” He’s staring down the length of an arrow and doesn’t take his eyes from the target.
“Would you like to go on a date? With me, I mean.”
Oliver accidentally lets the arrow fly in surprise just as he jerks his arm, and the projectile goes careening wildly across the room and buries itself in the fuse box behind the computer table. There are sparks everywhere and half of the lights in the lair go off.
Wide eyed and dumbfounded, Oliver asks, “Uh, what? You mean, like a date, date?”
He doesn’t look at the arrow or the destroyed fuse box.
Felicity’s too busy glaring at him to really appreciate that those are the same words she said to him when he asked her out on their only ill-fated date.
“Well, not now that you’ve blown up half the lair. Who’s gonna fix that?” She waves at the still sparking mess of wires on the wall. “Just so you know, if that had hit my computers, you’d be a dead man. I mean it, Oliver.”
The angry blonde stalks over to the wall.
Oliver tries not to feel like a puppy as he follows her.
“But you did mean a date, right? As in, a date, date? Felicity?”
Felicity doesn’t answer him, and she doesn’t look away from the fuse box turned pin cushion because she doesn’t know how else to hide her grin.