#cringe dramatic introduction bro

[xx-alice-in-wonderland-xx]

A strange phenomenon behind the scenes of 4*TOWNS introductions.

hey, so before we get into the story which was kindly requested by @chillwildwave I just want to say some words to them. I am so sorry that this took a month, I’ve been so stressed with school starting and my original draft went missing, but I’ve tried my best with this and I hope you like it! I’m so sorry if you think it’s awful or cringe, and do not like it, I tried my best!!

well, here we go 😸

It was another ‘blissful’ day for 4*TOWN. Every day was the same. They wake up, get dressed, eat, perform, have interviews or whatever was planned on their schedule for the day. Well, this day was no different. The 5 members of 4*TOWN were sat in their seats, waiting to do a fan QNA. It was all the usual. Having their makeup done, producers getting things ready, everything. It was hardly exciting for them anymore, but it was nice to interact with their fans.

After all the finishing touches, the interviews started, Robaire (the main singer, leader and most popular member) came first. He said his name, where he was from, all the usual. He may have done this thousands of times, but his charm was always irresistible. As he finished his lines, the producers tried to rewatch the footage to make sure there weren’t any errors. However, there was nothing to replay. But that wasn’t all. The lights blacked out. Then the true chaos went down.

“Why’s it dark?” Aaron T said, looking around to see nothing but pitch black. “The lights went out stupid.” Jesse replied. He was the eldest member, so he naturally was firm with his younger members. “Right everyone, we are having some technical issues, and we will need a few hours to fix them. So… do what you want I guess.” The director said on her megaphone, while the boys grunted and groaned. “So we have to sit here for hours with nothing to do, IN THE DARK?!” Taeyoung, the youngest of the group whimpered. “Dude, it’ll be fine. They’ll fix it in no time!” Robaire said, trying to remain cheerful. Aaron Z was being his usual quiet self, and just scoffed. “I’m gonna miss lunch because of this!” Aaron T yelled, slamming his hands on the armrest of his chair. “Bro, you had 2 LARGE bowls of cereal, and you had McDonalds breakfast on the way here, you’ll be fine!” Aaron Z said. However, Aaron T loved his food as much as he loved being in the group. “Ugh, whatever. I need compensation for this.” He replied, obviously joking.

Meanwhile, taeyoung was thinking about his doves at home. “Hey, what about my doves?! Will they be okay with out me? They aren’t meant to be left that long! What if they get out? What if they starve!” Taeyoung cried, his voice going hoarse and higher pitched than usual, which always happened when he was upset or scared. “Well you locked all the windows, you checked like 5 times, they’ll be fine.” Jesse said. The other boys (other than Robaire) couldn’t comprehend how calm both of them were. They had things to worry about! Jesse with his kids, he was supposed to be seeing them right after this shooting ended, and Robaire was going to spend time with his mom, how were they not worrying? “Dude, you and Ro both have things to do after this, how are you not worrying?” Aaron Z said, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair. “Well, they’ll understand.” Robaire answered, while Jesse nodded. “It can’t be helped.” Jesse said, sighing.

The next minutes felt like hours. The internet on their phones weren’t working, nothing was. The lights, heaters, nothing. Everything was quiet apart from shuffling and directors and producers speaking, until the sound of a chair hitting the floor interrupted the peaceful sounds. “OW!” Aaron T whimpered, being his usual dramatic self. “Dude how-“ Aaron Z said, looking at his best friend, despite it being pitch black. “You were swinging in your chair again werent you?” Jesse said, rubbing his forehead like an old dad with loads of little kids (I mean, I’m not wrong). “I was bored!” Aaron T yelled in defence, as 2 producers helped him get the chair back up. Luckily he wasn’t injured.

Minutes later, the lights came back on, and everything was working, which was fortunate to the boys. Now they could film, and go do their things. Aaron T could go spend time with his siblings, Jesse could go see his kids, Robaire could go see his mom, Aaron Z could go and play basketball with his friends, and Taehyung could look after his doves.

#4*town #jesse 4town #request #robaire 4town #aaron z 4town #aaron t 4town #4town taeyoung #sorry for this being late #i hope you like it #👍 #onehsot #4town

[cherrydott]

Duck avenger: That's your name? That's what you're going with?

Gizmoduck: do you need more time? We can wait

#remembers that this is a pk au and that i should draw him once in a while #cringe dramatic introduction bro #gyro gearloose #mad ducktor #donald duck #paperinik #duck avenger #fenton crackshell cabrera #gizmoduck #dt17 #ducktales 2017 #PK17 #lifehack: irritate him and hes really shitty at controlling the magic which could be good or bad? volatile but he boutta miss

[blkchxrryblyss]

You Have A Girlfriend?

bakugou x blk fem! reader; warnings - none

Girl Who Likes Trolling + Blonde Hero Halfway Across the World = Relationship? (PREQUEL)

w.c - 2.9k

The Bakusquad would never see the day that Bakugo lied. He was a very truthful and blunt person since high school so they are shocked to witness him lying right in their faces at this very moment at their big ages.

"Dude, you do not have a girlfriend."

"Yea, man. Ever since Midoriya announced that he FINALLY asked Uraraka out, you've been on this weird rampage saying you got a girlfriend before him."

"You don't have to beat Midobro at everything, Bakubro."

Bakugou was infuriated at their reactions. Why would he lie? Sure, it was horrible timing, but he was for sure telling the truth. He has been dating you for about a year now.

"Okay wait guys. Say Bakugou is telling the truth. Why have we never met her?"

Bakugou huffed at Mina and the rest of the guys, "She lives in the fucking states. We have been talking online."

"So, not only have we never met her, you never met her either."

"I FUCKING HAVE!"

You and Katsuki have been talking online since you guys first met. Facetiming, texting, talking over the phone, the whole nine. You both have been pushing off the idea of meeting each other face to face because for one, you're scared to go out of the country since you have been living in the states your entire life. Just travel jitters. Now Katsuki on the other hand is worried about his friends and family. They like to tease him and he is kind of embarrassed of them because of their cringe-worthy activities and the teasing that both of you would endure. He loves his friends dearly (would never admit that to their faces) but their reactions were so dramatic. But he does feel like the year has been dragged on and he really wants to feel your presence.

"Bro, pictures and phone calls is not meeting them. You could be getting catfished by a 50-year-old white man that likes talking to 22-year-old blonde heroes." Denki laughed out. The others joined in and Bakugou just got even more irritated.

"Shut the hell up, dunce face.", he grumbled, aggressively picking at his food.

"Okay, can we see a picture of this 'girlfriend'?", Sero drawled out doing air quotes when he said, girlfriend.

You didn't have a tendency to send Bakugou pictures, you guys facetimed plenty, and you were kind of camera shy. The Facetime pictures he has taken of you were very personal so he didn't want to expose you like that. Plus you were very lazy with constant social media posting, so your personal Instagram had a total of two pictures, one of them being your cat, Killua.

"She doesn't post often and she's camera shy.", Bakugo huffed out knowing that this was not gonna end well.

"Yeeeaaaa, this is not going in your favor buddy.", Denki sighed

"Bakugou this ongoing competition with Izuku is going too far, bro. Let's just stick to you trying to beat him at becoming the number one hero, nothing else, kay?", Sero said patting Bakugou on the back. He growled at the three laughing and running off, while Kirishima stayed behind to talk to him.

"You're telling the truth aren't you?"

"Duh, Shitty Hair. I don't have to lie about having a fucking girlfriend. I'm a good fucking catch goddammit."

Kirishima laughed at his best friend before patting him on the back as well.

"Yes, you are, bro. So," Kirishima bumped shoulders with a now grumpy Bakugou as they walked out the cafe, "when are we all gonna meet your special girl?"

Bakugou wouldn't admit this to everyone else but he was actually nervous to fly you out to Japan. His friends were overdramatic as fuck when it comes to him and his mom and dad, well they got a brief introduction of you when his mom busted into his apartment unannounced when he was on Facetime with you. He immediately hung up after his mom asked how the hell you were able to tolerate how much of a dickhead he is. So Bakugou just gave him the best answer he could think of at the moment.

"I don't know."

-

"Kat?"

"Hmm?"

"How do you feel about meeting me?", you ask in a nervous voice while looking at him through the illuminated phone screen. It was daytime in Japan and he seemed to be walking up the steps to his apartment. You sat in your darkroom, snorting a bit when he grumbled as a reaction to your question. He made his way into his apartment and immediately propped his phone against a box of cereal.

"Meet? We been meeting for a year now", he grumbled taking off his jacket.

"You know what I meant, stupid", you huffed, "How do you feel about me coming to Japan?"

Katsuki ran a hand down his face, sighing. It honestly made you nervous. Was he ashamed? Were his friends racist? Did his family not approve of him dating because of his hero status? Katsuki noticed the drop in your face and was quick to reassure you.

"Hey, hey, don't look so down. I'm not ashamed of you. Hell, why would I be, you're fucking gorgeous. I'm a lucky son of bitch. I'm kind of glad you brought it up because those fucking idiots-

"Your friends, Kat.", you laughed

"Shut up. They have a tendency to have overdramatic ass reactions to stuff they have never seen me do. Right now, they think I'm lying about you being my girlfriend. Besides Shitty Hair."

Now you're confused. Why would they think Bakugo would be lying about something like that?

"Why do they think you're lying?"

Bakugou huffed and sat down on the island and proceeded to tell you the whole situation. By the end, you had been laughing and shaking your head at the nonsense. I mean, hearing it from the outside, you could say that Bakugou mentioning you was very terrible timing. Of course, they would think he was lying. He decided to drop the bomb right after his rival/childhood best friend announced they finally got the girl they had been pining after since high school.

"Babe, your timing was fucking terrible, imma tell you that now.", you finally got out after your laughing fit.

"Shut the hell up. What made you ask in the first place?" Bakugou moved you both to his room.

"No reason. I MIGHT be coming to Japan for a photoshoot in the next couple of months. It's not a for sure thing though.", Bakugou rolled his eyes, mood kind of dimming since you said it wasn't a for sure thing. You were always busy since you were a uni student and also a well-known photographer.

Now you weren't lying about the photoshoot in Japan. But you did lie about the traveling in a couple of months. You had actually bought a ticket to Japan to stay out there for about two weeks. You just wanted to surprise Bakugou is all.

"KiKi."

"No. Hell no. Eeeww. Don't call me that shit."

You ignored his statement because the blush on his cheeks says otherwise.

"I love you, KiKi"

"......Watashi mo itoshite iru yo." I love you, too

-

Even though you bought the ticket, you have no idea whatsoever what building, dorm, even the damn city he was in. What you did have was his Instagram and Bakugou only followed 2 people. You and Kirishima, his best friend. Now you knew it was a risk that Kirishima would not believe you and would probably think you were a weirdo trying to get clout but you really wanted to surprise your boyfriend. So you messaged Kirishima and provided some receipts of your identity.

"Hey, you don't know me, but I'm Katsuki's girlfriend and I'm surprising him next week by flying out there and I was wondering if you could help me. And here is some evidence if you are having doubts that I am his girlfriend-"

You insert a very innocent 30-second clip recorded from your phone of you and Bakugou on Facetime that occurred on your Macbook. He was teaching you every cuss word in Japanese and laughing every time you flicked him off because you pronounced it wrong.

"Please message me back as soon as you can. I really want to plan this out perfectly and since you are one of his best friends, I figured you would be the best person to ask for help."

Not even 2 minutes pass and a ping from your phone echoes through the room. You go to check it and you see Kirishima liked the video and responded back.

"Anything to help Bakugou's, special lady. What day do you touch down?"

Your plan is fully in action.

-

The whole week had been hectic for you and your boyfriend. You, worrying about getting assignments and photoshoots, making sure everything was in plan with Kirishima, and getting your bags and things together, before your vacation to Japan. Bakugo, unlucky on his part but very lucky on your part, has been stacked with work from his university and his internships. Even with both of you being busy, you still texted each other good morning and goodnight texts along with check-ins to make sure each of you wasn't overworking yourselves.

Soon enough the end of the week came and you were on your 12-hour flight from the states to Japan. You just hoped Kirishima kept Bakugo occupied enough that he wouldn't question why you haven't responded to any of his texts for the next 12 hours.

-

"You lot are fucking losers.", Bakugou groaned out.

It was 5pm in Japan right now and the whole squad is out bowling. Since everyone finished their work the squad decided to go out and have a bit of fun. Well besides Bakugou. He was irritated by the fact that you haven't texted him back in hours. He was getting kind of worried because, throughout the whole year of you guys dating, you've never done this. Kirishima was acting weird too. Every time he got a phone call he would leave out of every room that they were in and if his phone went off and it was close to Bakugou he would quickly snatch it out of his line of view. Even right now Kirishima was checking his phone every damn minute.

"Awww Bakugou come on, stop being such a Debbie Downer. Did your "girlfriend" forget to stroke your ego today?", Sero pouted.

"Shut the fuck up, Tape Face. Get out the way, so I could beat your asses in this round."

Everyone laughed at the small bickering. While Bakugou was distracted because of his turn Kirishima felt the vibration of his phone and saw that you texted him.

I'm getting off the plane, you can come now

Kirishima was up in an instant and quickly gathered the rest of his friends in a huddle.

"Guys, keep Bakubro occupied for the next like...hour and a half.", Mina looked at the red-haired boy in confusion.

"Huh? Why? What's going on?", She questioned while peeking over his shoulder to see Bakugo preoccupied with the bowling ball.

"It's a secret. Just keep him occupied and bring him back to his apartment. You guys come up too. I'll text you when everything is ready. Okay? Alright, bye. ", Kirishima rushed out what he said and ran out the bowling alley in a hurry.

The three friends were left in utter confusion but decided to follow through with his plan.

"He's probably pulling a prank on him.", Mina suggested.

"Come on now. Kirishima pulling a prank on Bakugo is like me dropping all my hoes.", Denki said popping his invisible collar.

"Dude, that analogy would be true if you actually had hoes to drop.", Sero sighed.

"... what's an analogy."

-

Keeping Bakugou occupied for 2 hours was like trying to stop a bull from going crazy after seeing the color red. He was so grumpy and he wanted to strangle Kirishima because he had HIS car. The three stooges decided to drag Bakugou to a Karaoke Night and boy did he want his hearing to deteriorate faster. After Denki's terrible cover of Over by Lucky Daye, Bakugou was ready to go home and sleep.

"Are you fuckers done yet? I'm ready to go.", He gritted out of his teeth. The three got nervous and really couldn't think of a way to keep him occupied.

"Awwww Bakugou you can't stay for on-"

"FUCK NO! Either take me home or I'm calling a fucking Uber."

The three were about to stand their ground, but Mina's attention went to her phone.

Sharkboy: Okay bring him now, I know he has one nerve left with you guys lmao

Mina let out a breath of relief, "Alright Bakuboy, let's take your grumpy ass ho-"

He was the first one out the door and sat in the car.

"God I really do hope Kiri isn't pulling a prank on him."

Denki shook his head in distraught, "Yea, we're all gonna die."

-

Kirishima and you had a blast for the 2 hours that you spent together. He was happy to finally meet his best friend's girlfriend and help her plan her grand entrance to Japan. From the whole week of speaking and getting to know you, he can say that you really are a good person and a good partner for his friend. He'll have to remember to ask you if you have a sister that you can hook him up with.

"Kiri, thank you so much, boo. I need more friends like you cause them bitches back in that states would not help me with no shit like this.", you said propping up the flowers and straightening out the plates of Dakdoritang (Korean spicy chicken stew). Of course, you know Bakugou isn't Korean, but this dish was very spicy so you feel he might like it.

You were so nervous that you didn't realize your hands were shaking until Kirishima grabbed them.

"Calm down. You set everything up nice. Bakubro is gonna love it and-"

"YOU SONS OF BITCHES ARE NOT COMING IN MY PLACE. GO HOME!"

"And you need to hide. Hurry go behind the door.", Kirishima said while pushing you to the small corner where the door was.

Kirishima attempted to pull off a natural stance but ended up looking very awkward and suspicious leaning on the counter when his friends barged in with an infuriated Bakugou.

"Dude we just wanna stay for like an hour. You have all the good movies.", Denki said with a nervous smile.

"Plus what is that delicious smell? I need a plate of that." Mina sniffed around getting closer to the kitchen.

"You little shits have 2 seconds to get out of my apartment or I swear my hero license is going to get revoked."

You peeked from behind the door watching your explosive boyfriend interact with his friends. It was really endearing in an aggressive type of way. Bakugou finally noticed all the arrangements on his counter and glared at Kirishima.

"I know I gave you a damn key but that doesn't mean you can come in here and cook all my shit. Matter of fact, why does it look like you're trying to fucking court me or some shit?", He growled at the red-haired man.

"Well, I would hope he isn't trying to court you. You know you mine, Kats."

Bakugou froze at the sound of the smooth voice. It couldn't be you. You weren't supposed to come for possibly another couple of months. His hands were shaking and his focus was the orange-colored dyed chocolate-covered strawberries. He never thought he would hear your voice so clear and so close to him this soon. It almost makes him wanna cry.

"Kats", you slowly walk over to him and grab his shaking hand. You let out a deep sigh, satisfied to feel his warm hands for the first time, "Can you turn around so I can see my pretty boyfriend?"

He huffed, "Don't call me pretty in front of all these losers."

He turned around slowly and looked down at you.

He thought you were pretty on screen, but looking at you know, he sees the most ethereal being to ever grace his red eyes. The way your dark skin contrasted with his tan skin, the way your curls were decorated in a high bun, and your edges rested perfectly swooped on your hairline, the way your eyes practically shined up at him, the way your plumps lips were upturned into a smile. It was like he fell in love all over again. He pulled you into a tight hug, burying his face in your neck. You tightly hugged him back, taking in his caramel scent.

Kirishima looked like a proud father while Sero, Mina, and Denki were stuck in a state of shock. They all looked at each other and then looked back at the couple.

"Well I'll be damned...", Sero mumbled.

Kirishima laughed and pushed the three stumbling fools out the door, "Come let's leave these lovebirds alone."

"B-But I have q-questio-"

"Not now you don't."

The door shut behind them while you and Bakugou remained holding each other. Then you felt your shoulder getting wet.

"Kat? Baby, are you crying?", You pulled away just a bit so you could see his red face. You wiped the tears off his face while he just stared at you. You smiled and cupped his face.

"You're staring hard as hell, pretty boy."

"Can't help myself. You're a fucking angel", he smirked at you looping his hand around your throat, "You're my angel."

He leaned down closer to your lips and just before they met you pulled back.

"You're a fucking cornball, bro. Calling me an angel and shit.", You said with a playful stank face.

He yanked you back closer and rested his forehead against yours.

"Shut the fuck up.", He whispered with a smirk before connecting his lips with yours.

#bakugou x black reader #bakugou fluff #mha x black reader #mha fluff #anime x black!reader #blysswrites🍒

[i-am-bitterly-jittery]

Simply Meant To Be (pt 1)

An expansion on this soulmate blurb (no Virgil in this one though)

[part 2]

Rating: teen

Word Count: 2130

Pairings: Roceit, Intrulogical

Warnings: minor swearing

~~~START~~~

Roman is a romantic, that’s just a fact. He loves love. Any day he gets to watch two soulmates meet each other is automatically a good day. The second best day of his life was getting to watch Remus meet their soulmate when they were sixteen. The best day of his life is reserved for when he meets his own soulmate. 

It hasn’t happened yet, but it will. One day. 

For now, Roman is content with being colorblind (well not content, but he’s learned to not let it bother him too much). Remus and Logan are actually a huge help with that. Logan has even gone as far as to make a list of all of Roman’s clothing and includes a chart of what pieces do and do not go together based on Remus’ (admittedly professional) opinions, and Remus actually went through and labeled all of Roman’s makeup with what color it is and what kind of look it should go with. 

Anyone who vaguely knew the twins might think that Remus would use this opportunity to mess with Roman, but Remus knows how much Roman hates being colorblind; they would never lie to Roman about colors — about other things? Sure, but not colors. 

Remus and Logan met when Logan moved to their school from Georgia. One day Remus had claimed that there was a trail of color — they would later learn that it was navy blue, Logan’s soon-to-be favorite color — leading from the parking lot, to the main office, to the east wing. They’d chosen to skip first period in order to follow it, having never seen the trail before, and Roman, being unwilling to miss the opportunity to watch his brother meet their soulmate, followed him. Remus had walked right into a physics classroom, and straight for a boy with short curls and thick glasses that Roman had never seen before and declared him their soulmate. 

Roman got detention for skipping first period, Remus got a pass on account of meeting their soulmate. 

Most people met their soulmates before they turned twenty-five, after all, how difficult can it be when all you have to do is find the trail of color they leave behind them everywhere they go and follow it?

Well, as Roman has learned in his thirty-five years of being alive, it can be pretty freaking difficult. 

As children, Roman and Remus had wandered their town far and wide looking for colorful trails, and even after they met Logan, Remus continued to go with Roman as he searched, even if they couldn’t see Roman’s soulmate’s trail themself. As soon as Roman graduated from high school, he took the customary gap year that most everybody who hadn’t met their soulmates yet takes to search for their soulmates. 

He never caught a glimpse of anything. 

“What if I missed them somehow? What if I saw their trail and just didn’t realize it?” Roman whines one day at his usual Saturday brunch — because they’re adults goddammit — with Remus and Logan. 

“You wouldn’t have missed them, Ro bro,” Remus assures him as they do every time Roman starts lamenting about having not met his soulmate yet. “Colors are so unmistakable that there’s no way you’ll miss them.”

“And even if you are genetically colorblind — which is unlikely considering Remus is not,” Logan continues before Roman has a chance to respond. “I have read multiple papers that state that soultrails will still make themselves distinct. There are multiple accounts of the trails emitting light, absorbing light, or even emitting sound. All of that is, of course, on top of the translucent cloud that follows your soulmate’s every move. I find it improbable that you, of all people, would not have noticed a soultrail.”

“Yeah, I know you guys are right,” Roman sighs. “I just want to meet them! I’ve travelled all over the place looking for them, where are they?”

Remus says nothing, which Roman is grateful for because Remus has a habit of saying dark jokes in an attempt to lighten the mood, and Roman really doesn’t need to hear them suggest that his soulmate died in a car crash or something right now. Besides, the question is rhetorical. If Remus could see Roman’s soulmate’s trail, then he’s sure they would have spent the last nineteen years looking for them too. 

“Sorry, I guess I brought the mood down,” Roman apologizes. “How are you guys?”

Remus opens their mouth.  

“The PG version, please!” Roman rushes to say before Remus can mentally scar him. Again. 

Remus closes their mouth again. 

Logan rolls his eyes fondly and proceeds to get Roman up to date on all the high school gossip. 

“- and of course the middle school’s robotics instructor left suddenly to follow her soulmate to England, so I have taken over as their advisor until a suitable replacement can be hired.”

“How is that?” Roman asks, cringing at the thought of having to deal with middle schoolers. Kids in general kind of freak him out, but middle schoolers especially. 

“It has been fine, they are not as adept as my high school students, but of course for many of them this is their introduction to such things, so I’m trying to be patient and supportive.”

Roman snorts at that. He’s sure Logan is a good teacher, but his brother-in-law can be a bit short tempered, and has a habit of talking down to people who don’t understand what he’s trying to tell them. 

“Don’t laugh at him!” Remus jumps in to defend their soulmate. “Logan’s great with kids, it’s adults he has a problem with.”

“They are much too old to be as ignorant as they are,” Logan defends himself resolutely. 

“Of course they are, Sugar Butt.” Logan cringes slightly at the pet name, which is really all Remus is ever looking for with their pet names. 

“Anyway,” Logan says, somewhat forcefully. “There is one student who seems to know what he is doing, but he doubts himself at every turn. I have tried telling him that he is doing everything correctly, but he is… reluctant to trust himself.”

“Maybe as the year goes on he’ll gain confidence,” Remus suggests. Logan hums in acknowledgment, and Roman takes that as the end of talking about Logan’s students. “Oh! Ro bro! Did you hear the theater got a new makeup artist?”

“Finally!” Roman groans, thinking back on their last makeup artist. “I swear Lisa was trying to poke my eyes out every time she did my eyeliner!”

“Oh she probably was,” Remus comments offhandedly. “I told her — back when she first started with the theater — that you thought that makeup artisting was a waste of time.”

“WHAT!?” Roman screeches, gaining the attention of the staff and other patrons. 

“Roman,” Logan warns, growing uncomfortable under the curious stares. 

“How could you do that to me?” Roman hisses at a much quieter volume. “I never said that! She hated me for five years because of you!”

Remus shrugs, slurping the end of their drink through their straw loudly. 

“You better not make the new artist hate me!”

“I would never!” Remus gasps, clutching their heart dramatically. 

Roman glares. 

“Cross my heart!” Remus insists with a much too innocent expression. 

“I hate you.”

Remus just gasps again before dissolving into uncontrollable giggles. 

 ~~~

There isn’t rehearsal on Sunday, so Roman doesn’t have to go in to work. Unfortunately, he is saddled by the knowledge that Remus — as the theater’s costume designer — does have to go in today, and therefore has a whole day to lie to the new makeup artist about him. 

Come Monday, all Roman can do is hope that Remus hasn’t done irreparable damage. 

“Calm down,” Remus orders when they come to pick Roman up. “They weren’t even in yesterday; I haven’t met them yet.”

“I’m not letting you ruin my relationship with the makeup artist again,” Roman pouts. 

“Just try and stop me!” Remus cackles. 

Once they reach the theater, Roman practically jumps from the car before Remus has even parked. 

“REAL MATURE!” Remus yells after him as he sprints for the theater door. 

“THIS ONE IS GOING TO LIKE ME!” Roman yells back. 

“NOT IF I MEET THEM FIRST!”

Roman skids to a stop as soon as he reaches the lobby. Not expecting their twin to just be standing there, Remus slams into his back, throwing them both to the ground. 

“The fuck, Ro Bro?” Remus demands as they flop off their brother and onto their back. 

“I-I see it,” Roman whispers, voice filled with wonder. 

“See what?” Remus demands. “The lobby? You’ve seen the lobby bef-oh!”

The awestruck look on Roman’s face finally clicks, and Remus bounces excitedly. 

“You see it? Like it it?” Remus scrambles to their feet, dragging Roman up with them. “Where? Which way does it go?”

“It looks like how the sun feels,” Roman says instead of answering. “All light and warm and good.”

“Roman Kingsley you tell me which way your soulmate went this instant!” Remus demands loudly. This is important dammit!

“It goes from there,” Roman points to the side door that’s usually used by staff that take the bus to work. “To there,” the door leading backstage. 

“Excellent!” Remus cheers dragging Roman forward. “Time for your date with destiny!”

Remus throws the backstage door open dramatically, but Roman groans as he realizes that his soulmate’s trail is going in literally every direction, making it impossible to know which way they went last. 

“Well?” Remus asks expectantly. 

“Either my soulmate is familiarizing themself to the theater, or they knew I’d be here and are trying to spite me,” Roman answers somewhat dejectedly. “I can’t tell which trail is freshest.”

“Well shit.” Remus scans each entry as though Roman’s soulmate will just happen to wander in (plausible, considering they’ve trailed all over the theater). 

“Hey guys!” A voice calls from by the dressing rooms. The brothers turn to find Thomas, the owner of the theater and their boss. 

“Thomas!” Remus cries gleefully. “My absolute favoritest person in the world behind my incredibly sexy soulmate!”

“Okay, so you want something,” Thomas answers with an amused grin. Remus always piles on the compliments when they want something.

“Who’s new today?” Roman asks, more to the point. 

“Like, in the theater?” Thomas asks. “Just Janus, the new makeup artist. Why?” Thomas’s eyes widen as if he’s just had a realization. “You’re not going to prank him or something, are you? He’s very talented, I can’t have you scaring him away already!”

“Roman’s soulmate is the new makeup artist? Lame,” Remus pouts. “How am I supposed to trick him into hating Roman?”

“Soulmate?”

“My soulmate is in the building, Thomas!” Roman declares, striking a dashing pose before deflating a little. “Except his trail leads all over the place, I don’t know where he went!”

“Oh… well,” Thomas looks to each direction Janus could have gone, but he clearly doesn’t know which way Janus would have gone. “He said he wanted to get a lay of the land before everyone got here…”

“I got this!” Remus pipes up suddenly before cupping their hands around their mouth like a megaphone and screaming at the top of their lungs. “JANUS!”

“What?” A faint, far-off voice calls back, followed but the sound of hurried footsteps. “Thomas?”

“Dressing rooms!” Thomas calls back. 

Footsteps thunder down the stairs, and all too soon a man appears on them. 

The first time you lay eyes on your soulmate, you begin to see the world in color. Everyone’s experience is different: Remus said that as soon as he laid eyes on Logan, the world exploded violently into vibrant shades. Logan said that colors appeared one at time, quickly, but slow enough for him to notice. Roman’s mom said that her soulmate’s trail swelled to fill the space before things slowly began to take on their proper color, and his mama said that it was almost like everything had always had color, she just hadn’t bothered to notice before. 

For Roman, the man before him is painted in vibrant shades while the background remains in grayscale, but as soon as the man makes eye contact, his colors begin to slowly bleed throughout the space. 

The man’s eyes widen as he stares, slack-jawed at Roman — no doubt mirroring Roman’s own expression. 

“I’m Roman,” Roman says quickly, before Remus can forever ruin his first meeting with his soulmate by making a dick joke or something. 

The man smiles and Roman immediately decides that his favorite color is whatever this guy’s eyes are — they’re hazel, but Roman will later change his favorite color to red after realizing how stunning and bold the color is when it isn’t just another shade of gray. 

“Janus.”

~~~TO BE CONTINUED~~~

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As much as i hate twn it's been very interesting seeing the surge of interest around the witcher and seeing how people outside of poland/EE interpret it and what they focus on? Like I dont mean this in any negative way at all but in a "its fascinating how people's cultural background shapes how they look at foreign art and it's weird to be part of the original culture that produced it and not the alien culture consuming it like it is with american movies or something" like it's just Fascinating

it is interesting, i don't have much to add as an american, but i think this should be an open discussion. i think cultural background definitely shapes how one sees characters interact, reads lines that were said, etc...

in my experience, what i've appreciated is reading the books once just to get my first impressions, then going through it over the past couple of years with additions and translation notes from a variety of sources (polish mutuals and other eastern european people on here that post about the witcher, r/wiedzmin commentary, random wordpress blogs, etc) to get a better understanding of what's going on in certain contexts and understanding some of the cultural differences. because i believe translator notes do not just begin and end with "this is what this word means," but rather are needed to understand whole characters and scenes, because of a variety of aspects. for translation in the sense of translating words, the syntax and diction changes a lot from the polish to english official UK translation. of course, some change is inevitable because of the way that polish and english grammar works. but in some cases it's so severe that it changes how the prose sounds and in many cases changes how the characters come off. @karanfile has spoken about this, where in english geralt is pretty wordy, whereas in polish geralt is brisk and curt, and it makes them entirely different characters. 

here is also, of course, context surrounding cultural references, such as torque saying “goodnight” at the end of edge of the world, or the bounds of reason/limits of the possible with regards to villentretenmerth and sheepbagger. the witcher does draw on a variety of european mythology (and even extends as far as japanese mythology in season of storms), and many tales are utilized and inverted. but i think where an american audience will know sh’eenaz and duke agloval from hans christen andersen’s the little mermaid, we will be completely in the dark when it comes to princess adda, torque... i have seen many american and british reviews of the witcher praising it for its uniqueness and never-seen-before quality in including kinds of creatures from slavic mythology, and i can’t help but chuckle a bit because it’s not really a matter of uniqueness, just that the american and british audience are not familiar with the mythology! plus, since it loses that “familiarity” like these characters are living in a strange, inverted rendition of a story from your childhood, the message highlighted right on the page that “THIS IS A SERIES ABOUT INVERTING FANTASY TROPES” can be missed sometimes (though i also feel like it still remains obvious, with main characters who are blatant inversions of their tropes...)

another thing i have noticed (also spoke about this with karanfile and others in the discord) especially is how love and romance is interpreted by polish and american audiences. i was reading this wordpress article by sylwia of warsaw about the differences between how polish and american cultures concieve of friendship (i was thinking about how geralt calls dandelion his przyjaciel as his first introduction). (also here is another good article by her on the subject). a few things which came to my mind from reading this, and these thoughts are about broad cultures, not individuals!: 

americans generally seem to not recognize that “a friend” can mean someone very close. the word “friend” basically stands in for any kind of friendly relationship, you may spoken to someone once or have known them closely for 20 years, and both are your “friend.” it is also suggested usually that one’s friend is at odds with their boyfriend or girlfriend, i.e., it’s usually suggested that people will prioritize their boyfriend or girlfriend over their friend, nevermind how close either relationship might be to their friend (again, there’s only one real word for “friend”). there is also attitude against this, in a counter-culture manner, in which you get the “bros before hoes” type of sayings. this attitude i think affects how many americans see geralt and dandelion’s relationship - i.e., it is read that dandelion is just geralt’s “friend,” so he is not important to geralt, and that being “friends” doesn’t insinuate any closeness, and is “lesser” to romance. this i think also affects how many geraskiers from twn have changed the dynamic between geralt and jaskier in their fanon, because much “happy” or “ideal” geraskier content is of them calling each other pet names, doting on one another, being overly and overtly romantic. geralt and dandelion have never acted like this in either netflix or the books, and in the books where they are actually friends, they do not treat each other like this and there is nothing to suggest that if they had a romantic relationship that their dynamic would change to fit this idea of what romance is like.

similarly, dandelion’s floweriness and “hyper-romance” (i have no idea how else to phrase it) in the books has been interpreted by some american fans as being genuine, cute, sweet, romantic, and admirable -- when it’s pretty clear that the intention is to make him look foolish and absurd. when he flirts with women such as detchka in eternal flame (the landlord’s daughter), he whines some bullshit (UK translation, made even more flowery and out-of-place by david french, “Forest dryad! Sylph! Fairy! O, Divine creature, with eyes like azure lakes. Thou art as exquisite as the morn, and the shape of thine parted lips are enticeingly…”) geralt and dudu (in the form of dainty) cringe at his performance. and this is who dandelion is, he plays with love and acts embarassingly dramatic and forward about it. but to an american audience, this behavior comes off as sweet, romantic, dreamy, desirable... not utterly stupid like it’s intended to?

i also think about geralt and yennefer. this is barring actual qualms about the writing of their relationship itself, but i have also seen american fans say that they do not act like a couple because they are not constantly doting on one another. and of course, misinterpreting yennefer’s sarcasm about the house dream in time of contempt as a genuine response (i do believe she also longed for a home, but was simply teasing geralt for being so optimistic as to think that they could ever achieve something like that, as it seems improbable (especially to her, as she is older than him and has seen more of life)).

bringing it back to what you have said, anon, i think “romance” is something the american audience definitely bangs their fists on the table to demand, and focuses very closely on couple relationships. not that this isn’t the case in ANY other countries’ cultures, but from my experience, a tie in for deep, blinding romance it seems to be essential to american storytelling. this is unfortunate to me because i believe romance is only one element which makes the witcher strong.

this attitude is also highly reflected in netflix’s witcher series, as they did not show how geralt and jaskier are close friends, did not show how geralt is ciri’s father, and did show geralt and yennefer together, BUT with the caveat that they ruined their entire relationship and made geralt insanely dominant, merciless in rebuking and taking advantage of yennefer. romance is prioritized and it’s only a certain type of romance that is...?

i invite more discussion on this post, if anyone else has thoughts, reblog at will

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The Go-Ware Set and it's Awesomeness (A story about a chance meeting, old school sales, and buffalo sauce tofu)

It's 11:30 am on a Friday in the middle of August, 2019. There's a familiar, yet unwelcome grumbling in the center of my belly. I'm halfway through my shift at Whole Foods as a Grocery Team Member. This is about the time my hunger starts to rebel against my work ethic and makes a viable stand against my ignoring of its presence. I make my way over to the hot bar to scope out what the offerings of tofu smothered in random sauces are on the menu today. OH HOT DAMN!!! Buffalo Sauce Tofu is glowing in bright glorious orange steam filled deliciousness, beckoning me to indulge. And believe you me, I will.

This is my "real" job. I'm also the Founder of Straw Armada, a Eco-Conscious straw company that donates $.50 of every straw (or item) back to organizations that are helping to clean the oceans of plastic pollution and debris. I'm 40 and homie needs benefits!!

Working at a Whole Foods is an ideal workplace for someone who is Eco-conscious. They have a variety of options for your waste. A can for recycling, a can for compost, and a can for waste that is neither (items that unfortunately go to the dump). Every day after picking up my smothered mystery sauce tofu, I cringed as I approached the condiment station having to grab a plastic utensil. Albeit, these utensils are recycled. I will also throw them into the recyclable waste bin when I'm done.  But something about contributing to the use an item that will get 15 minutes of life out of me and immediately be discarded into an existence of meaninglessness is a cause of such shame and guilt for me. As it should be.

The amount of plastic items that are used in this way in just America alone is absolutely staggering. I mean staggering!! 40 BILLION. That's the number annually in our country that gets used and a very small portion of that gets recycled.

With this fact in mind, I immediately began to search for an alternative for this online. Was there anything I could carry with me to work each day in my messenger bag? I could essentially bring some metal utensils from home with me. Then I'd have to wrap them in something so they didn't get dirty (lord knows what's lingering in the bottom of my bag). How could I bring reusable utensils with me easily and keep them clean and separate? That's when I stumbled across an ad.

It took me all of 2 seconds to be suckered in by what I saw in the photo connected to this ad.

I could see there was a set of 5 Bamboo items all neatly organized into a beige case I could roll up and snap closed.  It consisted of a fork (for stabbing tofu), a spoon (for collecting tofu sauce), a knife (no explanation needed), Chopsticks (F*CKING CHOPSTICKS MAN!), a Bamboo straw and even a straw cleaner. NEED!!!

I purchased this set for what felt like a bit steep of a price ($16.99) and waited patiently for its arrival by mail. Being in the E commerce industry, I knew to expect a few weeks for delivery. In the meantime, I brought a fork wrapped in a dish rag. This was no way to live I might add. On a Monday afternoon, my shipment arrived and it was like Eco Christmas!!

I was honestly just excited to go to work the next day to unveil these puppies. There's a very evident stigma with the BYO crowd. People look at you funny. Think you're a germaphobe, or a just a wack job. I think the general public needs a severe desensitization to reusable items. Cups have made the transition nicely. It's now the time for straws and utensils to become commonplace.  

With great pride and excitement, I unrolled my set for it's first official debut. It was everything I dreamed it would be. Now I completely understand if you think I'm being overly dramatic about this experience. I am. As an environmentally empathic human, these simple lifestyle hacks that help to relieve my footprint shame are difficult to quantify. These are the moments my friends.

Within minutes, and as expected, i was approached by a woman who was, almost uncomfortably, staring at my new bamboo friends with a intent to either

a) steal them, or,

b) take a bite out my lunch

Her first words were "Gimme your utensils bro!"

No seriously she said "Where can I get those?"

I told her I found them online. I mentioned how I worked there and everyday at lunch, I needed reusable utensils so I didn't need to use plastic. She went on to tell me she was interested in the movement of banning single use plastics and wasn't really sure what things she could do to help. Just to do her part. As I usually say when discussing this with people, I stated "Just don't do nothing. Change something about your life that cuts back on the footprint you leave." Of course shamelessly, I mentioned "My name is Nikko and I own an Eco-friendly straw company that donates back to ocean clean up." I recommended she go to StrawArmada.com to pick up a straw and help me to help our cause. She said "I'm Anya. It's too bad you don't offer these utensils too because I would absolutely buy them from you if I could." It was like a lightning bolt!! I had to find out where to buy these and how I could offer them on my site.

I spent that evening searching for a supplier for these items with not only a price point that would allow me to offer them reasonably priced, but also of the quality I expected from my own purchases. After some research, I had selected my supplier and worked out a fair deal and I immediately updated my site with our newest item.

MONTHLY FEATURED ECO-ITEM: The Go-Ware Set. Priced at $10.99, with Free Shipping.

E commerce is a tough business. It takes relentlessness and determination to even get people to your page, much less purchase items. I entered this business with a goal to offer affordable Eco-friendly items that reduce waste and to give a portion of those sales back to help clean the oceans of all this crap we throw away that pollutes our world and endangers our wildlife and ourselves. I owe it to our mother to be an earth child she benefits from creating, not to her detriment. I'm a visitor on her stage and I don't want to be a cancer. I want to be a help.

At approximately 9 pm the following evening, I heard that certain ding from my phone that brings me immense amounts of joy. That sound that lets me know some other kind soul has just donated $.50 more cents to my cause. As usual I checked the order to prepare it for fulfillment. And there in the customer column is the name Anya. It's a unique name and I knew it had to be the same Anya that approached me looking like she was about to steal my stuff. There was a order for 5 of these sets. 5!!!!

I always write a personal email to each and every new customer that makes a purchase from my page. I honestly appreciate every sale in a way that's hard to explain. The work and the effort I've put into this company is emotionally tangible for me and I am paid back, not with profits, but with acceptance by the online shoppers community.

I received a response within minutes of my email. It was her.

In short, the email consisted of her appreciation for the advice and passion I exuded about the topic. She said she bought a set for everyone in her family and wished me success in my venture.

I wanted to share this story because it provided me a unique sense of purpose and meaning. The individual connection with a customer that was made and hopefully the impact our introduction will carry on rippling through time. This is why I started this. To feel this way. Straw Armada is not yet profitable in economic terms. In emotional currency, I am being paid more than I deserve.

Thank you Anya.....

Nikko Raptoulis - Founder of Straw Armada

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Speech Impediment - Chapter 1

Sympathetic Deceit Week- Day 4: DLAMP

Ships: Logicality, pining-Prinxiety, platonic DLAMP

Summary: Deceit has gone through much of his life alone and being called a liar, all because of something he can’t help, but once he makes it to college he gets adopted as the little brother and son of a very strange group of friends without his permission. Going from life long outcast to being in a circle of friends is a little overwhelming, and not short of bizarre.

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Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6

Dexter had always been seen as strange to those around him at school, in public, and even at home. Maybe it was due to his unnaturally golden eyes or his, as some might say, creepy fascination with snakes, he never knew the reason. Well whatever it was, it was the reason why Dexter was always left behind by the other kids. It wasn’t too troublesome for him though, Dexter liked the solitude and quite. Often times he’d spend hours upon hours alone in the library reading about murder and supernatural mysteries. During class he’d stick to his seat either reading a novel, or playing with his magic trick cards. Magic was one of the few things Dexter was ever good at, even though it wasn’t really a skill.

When he was about nine years old, Dexter grew a habit that still sticks with him even ten years later. He became a compulsive liar. It wasn’t as if he purposefully bent the truth to take advantage of others, it was more like a speech impediment. He would say the opposite of what he meant without meaning to, in fact it would take much more energy to speak ‘normally’ then it was to say it backwards. His parents took him to speech therapy and mental health therapy, but nothing worked, so his parents and teachers just learned to accommodate for him. The other students, not understanding his situation, took to calling him Deceit, a name Dexter did not mind. They poked fun and teased, but it was never anything serious, and Dexter never let it get to him.

This was how Dexter went through the entirety of elementary, middle, and even high school. Now he was standing in front his new University, nineteen years old, his mind set on becoming a novelist, and expecting nothing different. There were maybe hundreds, if not thousands, of other students around him lazing about in the grass and courtyard, almost all in their own little circles of close friends, none of them noticing Dexter. 

Not minding the lack of acknowledgement, Dexter continued though the campus and walked to one of the several boys’ dorms. Getting his key and room number he then headed to the stairs, never being a fan of elevators, and made his way for the third floor. Once there Dexter searched for his room number. 200. 201. 202. Ah, there it was, dorm room number 203. Dexter took out the small key he was given by the old man at the attendance desk and slipped it into the lock and opened the door. 

The room was empty, but on the left side there were partially unpacked suitcases and colorful pictures tacked to the wall. Dexter walked over to look at them and saw different photos of the same four guys. Two of them had glasses, one looking strict and stoic like a robot, and the other looking goofy and wild, another looked extremely emo, and the last looked like a prep. Under one of the pictures were words written in red sharpie saying: We’re famILY. Dexter smiled slightly at the picture and moved to what he assumed was his side of the room to unpack.

About an hour and a half of calm passed in near silence, save for the rowdy boys across the hall, and Dexter was nearly done. Half of the closet was filled with his coats and jackets; his dresser was organized by garment in both alphabetical and spectral order; and his bookshelf that he had shipped in ahead of time had been organized with all of his favorite books based on genre and height of the book. As of now he was setting up his snake’s, little Dee Dee, terrarium on top of his dresser.

Eventually a loud group of voices appeared in the hallway, but Dexter ignored them, thinking it was just more rowdy neighbors. But soon the sound of the door being unlock startled him into realizing that it was in fact his roomate who had at last arrived, and most likely his friends as well. Not ready or prepared to speak with anyone yet Dexter did the only thing he could think off. Run into the closet and hide in a dark and enclosed area like a snake. A mere second later, in walked there very same four people from the photos, talking loudly. Well, so much for his peace.

“Hey Patton, looks like you’re new roomate is here!” One enthusiastic and regal voice said.

“I wonder where he is.” Another, robotic, voice pondered.

“Bro, you can’t just assume it’s a guy.” A very sarcastic voice spoke.

“I can’t assume anything else either, we don’t know who Patton’s roomate is yet.” The robotic voice responded. “When they’re here they can notify us of their identification.”

Dexter thought this was the perfect time to pop out from his hiding place. Well no he didn't, but he was getting cramped and it would be even more embarrassing if they discovered him on their own.

“I’m not a guy.” He stated as he stepped out of the closet, earning him a chorus of screams. All four of them instantly turned to face him in surprise. The emo one sitting on ‘Patton’s’ bed, the prep sitting next to him, the robot standing near his bookshelf, and the goofy one standing in the center.

“What the fuck was that?” The emo one said, holding a hand over his chest, obviously more shaken up then the rest.

“Sorry.” Dexter apologized. “I wasn’t nervous when you all arrived.”

“Um, okay...” Said the emo.

“What’s you’re name kiddo?” The goofy glasses guy asked.

“It isn’t Dexter, but I don’t prefer Deceit.” He responded, cringing inwardly when he realized that he did it again, watching as the confusion grew on their faces. Really not wanting to come off as rude or weird, Dexter hastily followed up with an explanation. “Sorry, I don’t have a speech impediment where I don’t say the opposite of what I mean.”

For a good three heartbeats no one said anything, but instead just stared at him awkwardly. Dexter would love nothing more than for a meteor to fall to the earth and hit him right now, or maybe the floor would give out beneath him, anything to end this mess. However, as he was contemplating the quickest away to escape the dorm by means of a quick death, the one in the middle smiled brightly like a radiant sun, not at all put off by him.

“So it’s like opposite day on repeat? Wow! I’ve never heard of that before.” He said brightly.

“Yes, I’ve never heard of that speech disorder before either.” Said the robotic one skeptically.

“Uh, well it is very common.” Dexter told him.

“So Dexter-”

“Deceit.”

“-let me introduce myself and my friends. I’m Patton Sanders, the dad of the group. That’s my boyfriend Logan, the mom-”

“I am not the mom.”

“The one in the hoodie is our love child, Virgil-”

“Sup.”

“Don’t call him that.”

“-and that’s our dramatic son Roman.”Patton finished, practically jumping up and down in his spot, filled with excitement.

Dexter didn’t know exactly how to respond to their introduction. What do you say back to a group of friends who label each other as different rolls of an immediate family. He didn’t know if it was endearing or creepy. Maybe a sniper would have been a faster option.

Logan, noticing his discomfort, let out a heavy sigh and rested a heavy hand on his boyfriend’s shoulder. “Pat, I think you came off a bit too strong again.” He said in a soft, but lecturing tone. Patton was able to calm down slightly, but stilled rocked back and forth on his feet. “I apologize, I’m Logan Winchester, a physics major, Patton here is an art major.

“Virgil Black, majoring in music theory.” The emo joined in next, still sitting in a ball on the bed, curled like a cat.

“And I am Roman Sanchez, actor, singer, and future Disney prince.” The preppy looking one then finished the introductions.

Once again, Dexter didn’t how to respond to them. He already told them his name so what else could he say? His major was probably a normal human response, but they’d probably ask if they could read any of his work, and he’d just as soon drive a bus into the ocean then show them his horror stories. So, maybe he could ask a question and... Wait, how long has he been standing there not saying anything? Oh shit they probably think he’s a socially inept introvert, well he was but oh no their staring- say something! Anything!

“Are you all gay?” What the fuck was that?

“Bi actually.” Both Logan and Patton answered at the same time.

“I’m pan, Roman is the only gay one.” Virgil shared.

“Gayer than a unicorn eating skittles on a rainbow~” Roman then sang, resting his head on Virgil’s side giving the small, cat-like emo a seductive wink, to which he was promptly shoved off.

“How about you kiddo?” Patton asked, taking a seat on the floor and resting his back against his bed frame. Logan followed close behind and sat next to him, crossing his legs.

“I’m not asexual.”

The smile Patton had been wearing the entire time began to grow impossibly large until Dexter was sure that his cheeks would rip wide open. With absolutely no warning, the dad friend bounced up off the ground and bounded over and enveloped him in a bear hug, scaring no one except Dexter.

“That settles it, you’re now my son!” He cheered and spun them around in a small circle. The others looked on like this was nothing new, perhaps this was how all of them met Patton, but Dexter could have sworn he’d turn into a puddle of blushing, stuttering gibberish. To say that he was caught off guard and confused would be the single most largest understatement of Dexter’s whole lonely life.

“I-i’m y-y-you-your so- wha- huh???”

Little did he know that this big bunch of weirdos would be the best thing to ever happen to him.

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Well here's my contribution to this week. Chapter 2 will be out on Day 7.

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