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Brooklyn K-9 ft. all the Cheddars 

BTS asking their crush out-

(for @moonlight-91 )


Originally posted by bangtaninspired

-is extra af so of course the way he asked you out was extra af.

-waited till valentines day to ask you.

-sent you a dozen red roses, 2 boxes of chocolates, a HUGE teddy bear (legit one of those giant display bears) and a cookie cake with the words “will you pretty please go out with me?” in red icing.

-you wasted no time in jumping into his arms and screaming “YES” at the top of your lungs.

-made valentines dinner reservations at a fancy restaurant the day he met you cause he was certain you’d say yes. 


Originally posted by btsgotsvt

-wanted to ask you our right then and there but was a little bit too shy.

-told him self over and over again to suck it up and just ask you.

-eventually texts you and asks if you want to go get dinner with him sometime.

-almost passed out after you read the message but still managed to type out a ‘yes’.

-takes you to an INCREDIBLE restaurant and legit cannot stop staring at how you look tonight.


Originally posted by bangtanbighit

-you always kinda knew he was crushing on you just cause of the way he’d stare all the time.

-you were getting impatient and just wanted him to ask you already.

-he decided that planning it out was just gonna make him more nervous.

-literally asks you to go get some coffee with him after a dance practice that you watched.

-he looked so hot and sweaty and was already breathing super heavily so it was hard to tell if he was actually nervous or not.

-either way, you said “hell yes”.

Rap Mon-

Originally posted by bangdulce

-met you, thought ‘fuck it’ and straight up just asked you out.

-took you out to a movie and late night frozen yogurt afterwards.

-treated you like a princess the whole time and was THE perfect gentleman.

-came to the studio after the date to meet up with the guys and discuss.

-boys immediately start poking fun of how happy and blushy he looks.


Originally posted by jkookie-monster

-shy. shy. SHY.

-had to have his hyungs hype him up and convince him to ask you out.

-they were quite frankly getting tired of him whining and pouting about the fact that he wasn’t dating you yet.

-called you on the phone to ask you cause he decided seeing you would be too overwhelming for him.

-takes you to get ice cream with him.

- you guys stayed in the ice cream shop for a sold 4 and a half hours because the date was just going too well.


Originally posted by snowsensation

-made it pretty clear that he liked you when you first met. 

-asked you out on a simple coffee and walking around the park on a nice day date.

-came to the door with expensive ass clothes from versace and gucci for you.

-”uhh i really can’t accept this taehyung.”

-”yes you can, don’t worry the colors will look great on you! ready to go?”

-you held onto his arm while you guys walked through a gorgeous park and talked about literally everything.

-it was only one date but you’re sure you’re in love.


Originally posted by samwol

-decided he wanted to ask you out in a really adorable way.

-what’s more adorable than a puppy?

-that’s right, he buys you a puppy with a little collar and a tag that says “date me?”

-”is the puppy asking me out or you jk?”

-”ha.ha.ha. be ready by 8:00″

-you didn’t even tell him you don’t really have time to care for a train and a puppy.

-you’re now stuck with an adorable puppy and an adorable boyfriend.

The Box of Holes (Poly! Hamilsquad x Reader)

Pairing: Poly!Hamilsquad X Reader

Requested?: For My Dearest Alexander (@notthrowingawaymyfood )

Prompt: Reader brings home a suspicious box with holes.

Words: 800+

Warnings: Poly Relationship, and FLUFF.



You softly closed the door behind you as your bag plopped onto the ground and you kicked off your shoes. You kept a tight grip of the squirming box in your arms as you crept into the strangely quiet apartment you shared with your boyfriends. At least all of them would be home at this time on a Thursday afternoon. Lafayette would be writing songs on the balcony, Alexander would be typing away at his laptop in the dining room, Hercules would be sewing in the spare room, and John would probably be watching anime or playing Mario Kart in the living room. That’s why you were stealthy and tried not to make a sound. You never knew when one of them would pop out and see you. 

You tiptoed down the hall, the box held tightly to your chest. You noticed the spare room’s door was open and the sound of the working sewing machine and Hercule’s soft humming was heard. You remember the layout of the spare room and knew you can’t walk past the room without Hercules seeing you. But you could try and run past. Taking the chance, you silently sprinted past the spare room, your heart skipping a beat when the machine stopped but you sighed in relief when the whirring started up again. You then moved on to the next trial.

Alexander wasn’t in the dining room when you passed by ao he was probably sleeping or using the bathroom. The sound of the running shower confirmed your theory as you proceeded forward. But once the water stopped, you noticed how the door was halfway closed. Laf or John probably was talking to Alex and didn’t close the door. You knew how Alex liked his privacy but this was ridiculous. You slowly crept to the bathroom and heard Alexander shuffling around, singing softly to himself as he dressed and dried his hair. You thought you were in the clear once you passed the door. But you froze when the box in your arms yelped. You heard Alexander stop moving in the bathroom as well.

“(Y/N)? Are you home?” Alexander’s voice came from the bathroom just as the door was opened fully and the sewing machine in the spare room went silent. You immediately booked it to the bedroom. Unfortunately for you, John was exiting the said bedroom just as you slid across the wood floors and smacked right into him. The box in your arms went flying and Hercules caught it just as you slammed into John, pushing you both against the bedroom door.

“Woah,” John chuckled as he groaned in pain. “Babygirl, if you wanted to get busy, you could have just walked calmly to me instead of slamming into me.”

You blushed a bright red as you raced over to Hercules, trying to take the box away from him. But because of the height difference between you, you couldn’t stop him from opening the box. The source of the yelping popped it’s head out and sniffed the air, barking again as its tail wagged.

“Surprise.” You say flatly as you take the small black-and-white Papillon puppy out of the box and held her to your chest, letting her lick your face and nuzzle you. “I found her while I was walking home from class today. The person said he didn’t her so I took her for free. He let me take her. Her name is Orca, like the killer whale.”

Alexander, Hercules, and John all stared at you, their hearts swelling up at how cute you looked holding the small puppy. All four boyfriends knew how much you loved animals and how much you wanted a puppy, but your landlord always told you ‘no dogs in the building!’ Then you guys moved into a different, pet-friendly building and you gushed at all the dogs on your floor. The boys wanted to get you a dog, but you were all so busy and the dog wouldn’t get enough love and attention. But now that you’re taking online classes, you’ll be able to look after little Orca while the boys were at their jobs.

“Can we keep her?” You ask then. pulling your heart-melting puppy-dog eyes and stuck your bottom lip out. 

The three men all opened their mouths to speak but they were cut off by a fourth but French male voice. “Oui, we will keep her.”

You all turned to see Lafayette standing there, holding a golden retriever puppy in his arms. The two puppies yelped and barked at each other, squirming in the human arms that restrained them. Once they were released, the two puppies sniffed and played with each other, barking and yelping in delight. You all couldn’t help but laugh at this. You then all exchanged looks before Alexander spoke up.

“If I find dog hair on my clothes, I’m letting them sleep outside.”

When I Look At You

Word Count: 2024

A/N: This is a song lyric inspired fiction… type thing?? I’m not good with fiction terminology, if that’s even a thing haha oops. It’s based off ‘When I Look At You.’ By Miley Cyrus. Anyways I love this so much actually :D If any of you want to send me requests I would love to take them, and I’d love to know what you think of my writing! Part 4 of Jealousy will be out soon btw! Much love <3

Everybody needs inspiration

Everybody needs a song

A beautiful melody,

For when the nights are long.

'Cause there’s no guarantee

That this life is easy.

    You sat in the diner by yourself, staring down at your laptop. It was midnight, and although you weren’t exactly supposed to be there, you needed to get out of the hell hole that was your house. It had just been constant fighting between your mom and dad. Although they were divorced, they were still forced to live with eachother until your mom got back on her feet. Their constant yelling and screaming at eachother were bad, but not as bad as your depression and anxiety that had been acting up lately. It was bad, and there seemed to be nothing anyone could do about it. So here you sat, trying to write some stupid paper about 'how far would you be willing to go to find the truth’ but nothing was coming to mind except the shit show that was your life. You had no inspiration, no motivation, and honestly you just wanted to cry. Just as you decided it was time to give up, a familiar pair of arms wrapped around your waist. You turned to face Jughead, and he gave you a small smile, and you attempted to return it, but he could tell something was off.

    “What’s wrong?” he lightly questioned, and you leaned into him, enjoying the feeling of peace while it lasted.

     "Nothing anymore.“ you whispered, only wanting him to hear you, not that there was anyone else in the diner. He nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck.

    "Bullshit. Please tell me what’s up.” he mumbled against your skin. You grabbed one of his hands that held tight on your waist and he rubbed small circles on it.

    “I’m stressed because of my parents, I feel like absolute depressed and anxious garbage, and I don’t know what to write for my damn essay. But none of that matters now, you’re here.” he squeezed you tighter with one arm, he and used the other one to open your laptop.

    “We can deal with everything else later, because I can’t allow that. But first, Let’s see what we’re working with…” he said, opening word. “How far would you be willing to go to find the truth..” You stared at the screen, just looking at the blank page made you want to scream and throw your laptop in a blender. “Write about Jason Blossom and his death.” Jughead suggested, and you perked up, an idea forming in your head. Jughead was on the search for truth, and he so far had gone to great lengths for it.

    “Or even better, I could write about you trying to find the truth about his murder.” you said, quickly typing. Jughead watched as words flew across the digital page. He took in every detail of you in this moment, your fingers as they typed, how you bit your lip in concentration, even how your hair fell down across your face and you didn’t even bother moving it because you were so in the zone. He wondered if this is what you felt like when you watched him write. You turned your head and kissed him.

    “My inspiration.” You mumbled against his lips.

Yeah when my world is falling apart

When there’s no light to break up the dark

That’s when I look at you.

When the waves are flooding the shore

And I can’t find my way home anymore,

That’s when I look at you.

    “I can’t do this anymore Jughead!” you yelled, collapsing onto the ground. It was becoming harder to breathe, and your vision was blacking out. Everything around you was blurry, the tears in your eyes distorting everything you looked at.

    “ Y/N please listen to me, everything is going to be okay!” he said tenderly, trying to not let his worry show. He grabbed your shoulders and he looked you in the eyes, his heart breaking as he saw the tears flow out of them. “Listen, I want you to breathe.”

    “I can’t!” you cried, shaking your head.

    “Yes you can, please Y/N. Just try.” he was doing his best to stay calm, but seeing you like this tore him apart.

    “What’s the point Jughead! I can’t do this anymore, I have no reason to!” you sobbed.

    “Y/N you have me!” he yelled.

    “You could do so much better, you’ll find so much better and you’ll leave and I’ll be completely alone!” you bitterly yelled. Y/N looked at him, and started to cry even harder.

    “Juggie I’m so sorry, please don’t cry!” she sobbed. Jughead hadn’t even noticed that tears were rolling down his face, and Y/N had never really seen him cry before. Sure she saw a tear or two every once in a while, but never this many. Her chest got tight and her heart shattered. Jughead pulled her into his chest, and they held eachother.

    “I could never do better than you.” he whispered, rubbing circles on her back. She held onto him tighter, wanting nothing more to make him stop crying. She could feel his tears fall onto her shoulder. “It’s you who could do so much better, I’m not good enough for you Y/N, I-”

    “Forsythe don’t even say that! I love you more than anything in this world, you make me feel less broken and alone and I don’t know what I’d do without you.” she whispered.

    “You do the same for me.” he said, kissing her forehead. You make me feel whole.“

    "Juggie, I know now that my home isn’t a place, my home is you.” she smiled up at him. He leaned down and kissed her, cupping her face.

    “You’re my home too, Y/N.” he leaned his forehead against hers, and smiled back down at her.

When I look at you,

I see forgiveness,

I see the truth.

You love me for who I am.

Like the stars hold the moon.

Right there where they belong,

And I know I’m not alone.

    “I’m sorry.” Y/N whispered, standing by Jugheads locker at school. He crossed his arms and stared at her.

    “You’re in my way.” he said coldly, although it killed him to talk to her like that. She stepped away from the locker, and he turned his back to her and opened it up. Rummaging through his backpack for his math notebook he did his best to ignore Y/N behind him, no matter how badly he wanted to kiss her and hold her.

    “Juggie can we please talk about this?” she asked.

    “Don’t call me that.” Y/N felt tears stinging in her eyes.

    “Jughead please!” she begged, and Jugheads heart broke at the sound of her voice. He turned around and saw a tear roll down her face.

    “Okay! We can talk if you stop crying.” he said, closing his locker and pulling her into the nearest janitor closet. The door closed behind him and he looked down at her.

    “Jughead I’m sorry! I know that you feel like I’m lying because I have things to hide from you and that I’m distancing myself because you think I’m going to leave you but that’s not the case! Things at home are getting worse and… I was scared to tell you what was going on.” Jughead looked at her worryingly.

    “What do you mean? What’s going on?” he asked, stepping towards her.

    “They… they kicked me out Jughead.” she started to sob, and she wrapped his arms around her. “I’m homeless and I’m alone and maybe I deserve it. Maybe I don’t deserve a home and a family, I’m just a big problem!”

    “No you aren’t.” he whispered, rubbing her back. “And you aren’t alone, you’ll never be alone. Come stay with me.” He said.

    “What?” she asked, looking up at him.

    “Come live with me.” he said again, smiling down at her.

    “Where do you live?” she asked, a bit of excitement present in her voice.

    “Don’t tell anyone, but I live at the Twilight Drive-In.” he whispered, and she stares up at him in shock. He laughed and pulled her towards him again.

    “You wouldn’t want to live with me.” she said. “I dance around too much and sing off key, I eat way too much and I yell at the screen while I watch movies and tv even though they can’t hear me! I sleep all day or I lay in bed and watch YouTube and I talk in my sleep-”  

    “I already know, and I think it’s adorable.” he said, cutting her off. “You’re perfect to me Y/N, and if your parents don’t want you then I’ll sure as hell take you.”

    “Oh Jughead…” Y/N fought back tears, but for a different reason this time. “Are you sure?”

    “Absolutely.” Jughead said, grabbing her hand.

You appear just like a dream to me,

Just like kaleidoscope colours that cover me

All I need, every breath that I breathe

Don’t you know you’re beautiful?

    “I swear Y/N, if you don’t give me back my beanie-”

    “What are you going to do?” Y/N interrupted him, giving a smirk.

    “I’m going to do….” Jughead trailed off, trying to think of a punishment for the (y/h/c) girl standing on the bed smiling down at him. “This.” he said, running towards the girl. He jumped up on the bed and tackled her, pinning her underneath him.

    “Sucks to be you.” she said, grinning ear to ear. Jughead looked around for the beanie, but couldn’t see it anywhere . He looked down at Y/N and she giggled.

    “Where is it?” he asked.

    “That’s on a need to know basis, and I’m sorry, but you don’t need to know.” she said.

    “Actually, I think I do. That’s my beanie.” he playfully argued.

    “Actually, you don’t.” she laughed, trying to mimic his voice.

    “Y/N, please!” He begged. Y/N attempted to sit up, but couldn’t. She fell back down on the bed, and Jughead gave his best puppy dog eyes and stuck out his bottom lip.

    “Is Jughead Jones giving me puppy eyes right now?” Y/N laughed. Jughead rolled his eyes and sighed. He leaned down and fell onto Y/N, now laying on her. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, and she kissed him on the forehead.

    “I think you’ll be okay without it for one day.” she said. Jughead groaned, and it tickled Y/ns neck.

    “I won’t be though! I feel like I look like an idiot without it. Not that I look any better usually.” he said, raising his head so he was looking at her.

    “Um, no.” she quickly sat up, pushing Jughead up too.

    “No what?” he asked, confused by her sudden change in behavior. He sat on the edge of the bed, and pulled Y/N onto his lap.

    “You never look like an idiot. You’re adorable.” Y/N said in a very serious tone.

    “Not exa-” Jughead was cut off by a kiss. He pulled back, and looked up at the girl on his lap. “What was that?” he asked.

    “What I’m not allowed to kiss my boyfriend?” Y/N teased an he chuckled.

    “No, I mean-” again he was cut off with another kiss.  

    “You’re so handsome Jughead.” she mumbled against his lips. He pulled back again and stared at Y/N, and she admired his sweet smile plastered on his face. His hair was messed up, wild and free from his beanie, and the setting suns light shone through the window, lighting the room up beautifully. Y/N felt like she was in a dream, and if it was one she hoped she’d never wake up. He reached up and cupped her face, and she leaned into it.

    “How did I ever get so lucky to have you?” Jughead asked softly.

    “I could ask you the same thing.” she said, leaning down to kiss him again.

    “I love you, Y/N.”

    “And I love you, Forsythe.” she whispered.

Here is Disney Channel’s schedule in the USA for next week, November 20-26. Next Week, the preschool shows starts earlier to make way for mostly live action Disney Channel shows. November 20th is also the premiere of Big Hero 6: The Series with the Big Hero 6 movie airing before it. Thanksgiving Day, November 23rd is nothing really special, but movies airing that day are Tangled, and the two Descendants movies. 

Thanksgiving Weekend starting Friday, November 24 has new Andi Mack, and K.C. Undercover, Saturday November 25 has new Elena of Avalor and Tangled: The Series, the latter show airing new episodes at a new day and time, and Sunday, November 26 is the Disney Channel premiere of Bad Lip Reading Presents: Descendants.

Rafael Barba / “Show me what’s behind your back.”

Per the ask HERE, from the prompt list HERE 
Requests still open, but I gratefully ask for your patience! (4ish in queue)

Originally posted by sitdrinksmile

He was home early.

As in, days early. He wasn’t supposed to be back for at least another week. You hadn’t planned for this, hadn’t expected him to walk in that door.

Apparently, it was obvious. Considering how he froze the moment he watched the color fade from your face. Immediately, your arms flew to rest behind your spine, out of sight.

“Mi querida?” Rafael very slowly shut the door behind him, green eyes narrowed to a squint as he stared at you. That look, your stiff posture: you were hiding something. Last time you had that doe-eyed expression, you had accidentally washed a few of his nice shirts with a pen you hadn’t discovered in his pocket.

Distraction. “You’re HOME!” You cheered, and eagerly sauntered over on the balls of your feet so you could plant a silky smooth kiss on his chin, against the five o clock shadow that must have manifested during his airport travels. “I’ve missed you SO, how did the case go?”

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Enchoi Your Fridays: Saeran Finds a Puppy

Have a good Friday, everyone~

  • It was a nice day and he needed out of the bunker with no windows
  • So Saeran decides to take a walk in the neighborhood
  • He goes farther than usual one day when he hears a soft whimpering nearby
  • He follows the sound and finds a small, brown puppy with it’s paw stuck in a fence
  • Luckily, he has some wire cutters and manages to free it
  • The dog has a collar, but the badge with the name came off
  • It seemed sad and hungry, and Saeran hated to admit how much it reminded him of himself
  • So he took it in his jacket and took it home
  • He knew how his brother was with animals
  • And he also knew Saeyoung was a cat person more than a dog person
  • He wasn’t sure how he would react, so he decided to hide the puppy in his room
  • He even left some food and water and made it a soft bed where it promptly went to sleep
  • Thankfully, Saeyoung didn’t find it and also announced he would be out until later at night
  • Thinking the dog would just rest for the evening, Saeran invites you over for some quality time
  • You two are just cuddling on the couch when Saeran initiates a make out session
  • You’re in the heat of it when you hear a few barks
  • You pull away and stare at Saeran oddly “What was that?”
  • Saeran’s eyes are wide and he just shrugs
  • “The sound of my heart for you?” he attempts
  • After you’re done cringing, you try to get to the bottom of it
  • He comes clean and shows you the puppy in his room
  • Only, when he opened the door, the puppy bolted
  • You two took quite awhile trying to catch it
  • By that time, the apartment was an absolute mess
  • It had gotten into some mud or ink or something that left pawprints all over the place
  • It made a mess in the kitchen and tore up the bottom of a few curtains
  • You try to help clean as much as you can while Saeran cleans up the puppy in the bathroom…which is a whole other mess
  • Saeran thinks his whole life is over when he hears the door open from Saeyoung coming home early
  • He just buries his face in his soapy hands and waits for judgment
  • The puppy runs off and when Saeran goes after it, he finds Saeyoung playing with it fondly
  • Saeran joins you at staring dumbfoundedly
  • He splutters when Saeyoung tells the puppy to sit…and calls it by name as well
  • “How do you know that dog?” he finally manages to spill out
  • Saeyoung shrugs, “This is Tom’s dog. Tom was just telling me he ran off today….he’ll be relieved.”
  • You and Saeran exchange nervous glances as Saeyoung calmly steps over the mess in the house to dry off the still soapy puppy
  • He picks up the dog and returns to the door with a soft smile, “I’ll take him back to Tom. Guess who’s going to clean up this mess while I’m out?”
  • “Vanderwood?” You gulp
  • Saeyoung lets out a dry laugh before leaving again
  • You and Saeran set to work
  • After having to clean up the “accident” the puppy left on the carpet, Saeran swears to himself to never keep a secret from his brother again 

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anonymous asked:

I miss kitty!Suga and puppy!Daichi! *lures kitty!Suga out with very spicy tuna and then cuddles him* But your art is amazing no matter what fandom you draw for so I'm not complaining! :) ♥♥♥♥

owwwwnnn I’m sorry I haven’t drawn that much dai suga ;;;; here’s kitty Suga, please take care of him ♡

This is Louie! We got him from the pound so we’re unsure about his breed. We think he might be fox terrier/papillon cross. What do you think? (As a puppy his ears stuck up but when he was about one year, they dropped down.) -@ambientdog

anonymous asked:

How about 28 and creation of 5.0.5. Could be paperhat or implied paperhat, your choice

”This is why we can’t have nice things.”

Blackhat stood with his hands on his hips, eyebrows raised, bearing witness to the disaster occurring in front of him. Flug had been about to show him his newest invention, a serum that could animate an inanimate object and give it an aggressively protective personality over whoever created it, but with only a few hours a sleep under his belt the doctor had become increasingly clumsy. So, when he went to grab the serum off his desk, he’d accidently knocked it aside, and over half of it had spilled onto a flower that Flug had been tending to in his off hours.

Flug cursed and righted the flask before it could empty, but he groaned in frustration.

“Ah jeez, Blackhat sir, I-I’m so so sorry,” he stuttered. Blackhat was tempted to yell and get angry about the screw up, but when he heard the scientist yawn he realized just how hard the man had been working without rest. So Blackhat grasped Flug’s shoulder and took the flask and set it on the counter.

“Go get some rest, Flug,” he ordered. “You can show me the invention tomorrow when you’re well rested.” Flug seemed ready to protest, but Blackhat halted him with a “if you don’t go to sleep now, I will get angry.” Flug relented, and trudged off towards his room. Meanwhile, Blackhat glanced at the flower that was seemingly shivering in it’s pot. Then he shrugged and walked off towards his study to make a few phone calls.

The next morning…

Flug walked into the lab with his hand under his bag to rubbing the sleep away from his eyes. He shook his head a few times to dispel the grogginess, and then he turned to his lab to find-

“What the hell!” Flug shouted. Lying on the desk on top of a broken flower pot sat a small furry creature. The thing yawned and stretched as Flug cautiously approached, and then it locked its gaze onto him.

“My serum must have created you,” Flug whispered revertantly. “But… I would have thought you would have been bigger… and more bodyguard like…” Now standing over the creature, Flug reached down to touch it fearfully. The small thing made a noise like a small puppy and stuck it’s tongue out. Then Flug’s fingers touched down on it’s fur-covered head and it made an excited squealing noise and rubbed upwards into his palm.

Flug’s heart melted.

Suddenly, the little monster found itself scooped up and level with the doctor’s face. The bear shaped animal was barely as big as both of Flug’s hands, and that made the scientist grin even wider. When it swiped a paw out and papped Flug on the nose beneath his bag, that was what sealed his fate.

“I’m gonna keep you safe forever and ever little guy,” he said under his breath. “I should give you a name through… huh…” Looking around, Flug spotted the label of the serum that had created the creature before him, first. He felt extremely awkward for even thinking that it could be a  good name, but then again, Flug had never been the one to name experiments. “You’re gonna be called 5.0.5.; named after the invention that created you.”

Then Blackhat walked in.

“What. Is. That?” the eldritch inquired. Flug, still utterly entranced by his new friend, went running up to Blackhat and held his arms out to present the little bear.

“This is 5.0.5, sir!” he exclaimed. “They were grown out of the serum spill yesterday!” The little creature’s head flower perked up and it stuck it’s tongue out again as Blackhat examined it.

“It does not seem very … protective…” Blackhat grumbled. Flug’s enthusiasm burnt out for a moment, as he pulled his new friend back to his chest.

“Well.. I… I think that may be because of…” Flug scrambled to come up with a valid reason. “Because… Oh!! It’s probably because a flower isn’t an inanimate object! I mean, it doesn’t move much to our eyes, but it’s alive and functioning nonetheless, so something different must have happened to create this little guy.”

“So are you telling me that this creature won’t be a fearsome bodyguard for us?”

“Well, probably not, sir…”

“Then dispose of it.” Flug’s functioning ground to a stop.

“I… what?”

“Get rid of it?”

“B-but sir! I want to keep it!” Blackhat tilted his head in question.

“Why?” Without thinking about it, Flug became protective over his creation; his chest puffing out, and his legs taking a strong stance.

“Because I love this little creature, and want to keep it safe,” Flug stated firmly. “Even you have to agree that it’s awful cute, right!?” The bear was shoved into Blackhat’s face and he found himself unable to move. The creature blinked it’s big wet eyes, and then leaned forward to bap it’s nose into the space between Blackhat’s eyes. This caused something in Blackhat’s chest  to squeeze violently.

When Flug brought 5.0.5 back to his own face, and snuggled at it, the thing in Blackhat’s chest nearly squeezed so hard he feel to his knees.

Holy shit that cute, Blackhat thought. Before he could change his mind the eldritch wheezed out,

“You can keep the bear.”

Then he straightened himself back up to standing while trying to hide his flustered state by fixing his suit coat. Therefore, he wasn’t prepared for Flug throwing his arms around his shoulders for a hug in his excitement, after setting 5.0.5 on a nearby counter.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you, Blackhat sir!!!” he shouted. At this point, Blackhat was almost sure that his heart was going to explode form emotional overload.  As soon as Flug let go, Blackhat gave the doctor a curt nod and made towards the exit. When he glanced over his shoulder, he could see Flug animatedly talking to the 5.0.5 creature, and nearly shaking from joy.

Blackhat left the lab knowing that his next stop was going to be his bed, so that he could find a pillow to scream all of his extra emotions into. Flug was going to be killing him twice as fast with his new companion, so he might as well take the opportunity to extend that time by at least a little bit.

Hey anon, I hope you like this little short fic! i went with adding some cute paperhat at the end cause Blackhat is gonna die over how cute his scientist is, but yeah! i think 5.0.5 was created on accident and so, this is kinda of how I interpreted that! I hope you like this and thank you for the request!