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Post by dean vegas on Sept 1, 2016 4:29:49 GMT
▲ normally the reason why people tried to hide a stray animal from 'authorities' (i.e. teachers, landlords, etc.) was because they weren't allowed to keep the poor creature. and sometimes, under the circumstance that nobody else could possibly adopt the stray, its rescuer might also end up raising it in secret just because they felt bad for it. such a 'rescuer' was not dean vegas. but, nonetheless, he found himself stuck with a dog on his hands all the same; a teacher had caught him taunting the stray and somehow came to the conclusion that he was trying to sneak it into the dorms instead. of course, this ultimately led to the mess he was currently stuck in. now he had to find a way to get rid of the dog without getting caught again. except for the fact that security was always tighter around the exits during this time of the day. well, if he couldn't chase the dog out of the school, then maybe he should just keep it in. it was already following him around anyway. but... where? where would he actually 'keep' it? he couldn't possibly just leave it in his room; the little mutt would eat all their food then, which was not an exaggeration considering what it was already doing now."c'mon! stop chewin' on it," dean complained as he stepped out of the drama room, one hand tugging at the puffy sleeve of the costume he'd 'borrowed,' trying to pry it out of the chihuahua's gnawing teeth, "don't tear it till we get there!" he let out a huff, "what if iris wants to take it off herself, huh? you'd be ruining the surprise then."as though sneaking a stray dog into a friend's room wasn't surprising enough in itself. but iris would be happy, right? she seemed like the type to care for lost puppies, what with her need to mom everyone and all. not that dean minded that part of her. it was nice to have people showing concern for him once in awhile, maybe because he otherwise wouldn't quite have known what it was like to have a mother-figure. if he actually thought of iris as one, anyway. it took the ginger little time to locate the junior's room. nevermind that he was stopped a few times by some of the female students once they realized that he was actually wearing a dress, completed with pink ribbons in his hair and all. not to mention the fact that he had hidden the chihuahua underneath the dress. it was bound to catch at least a tiny bit of attention when his 'crotch' kept wriggling around. lifting a fist, dean proceeded to give a few uneven knocks on iris' door, "riri," he called out in a voice two octaves higher, "open up! it's me, deandra!" he said, though the pitch of his voice only turned for the worse near the end, followed by a quick: "oh my god, stop, that's not a fucking sausage y'li'l-"then, the door opened. crimson eyes quickly flicked up to meet his friend's gaze, though it took a mere split second for his 'crotch' to suddenly let out a sharp bark, "obviously happy to see you-" he began, but didn't even have time to finish before the chihuahua finally managed to break free; it practically shot up from underneath dean's dress and flung itself straight at iris. MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Iris Kim on Sept 2, 2016 4:54:28 GMT
[attr="class","sinmain2"]  [attr="class","sinlyrics"]i'm built for [attr="class","sinlyrics2"]all of the abuse [attr="class","sinbody2"]The day had been a quiet one. Iris hated it. She had nothing to do. Her room was spotless. She’d even cleaned Alyssa’s side. All of the clothes were clean (including Alyssa’s), the beds were made, and everything was in its proper place. The teen sat perched on the edge of her mattress, her phone lying next to her on the bed. She’d heard nothing from her brother in days, which was to be expected given the situation, but it still made her feel sick. She swallowed hard, reaching for the device for the umpteenth time that day. Of course, she had no notifications from her family. In frustration, she threw it back against her mattress. She watched as it bounced and then settled. She frowned. A knock at her door relieved some of her stress, as her eyes settled on it. Her brows furrowed as the voice wafted through to her. ‘Deandra… really….’ The blackette stood, flicking her multicolored hair over her shoulder. She was still dressed from where she had attended classes, so she looked nice enough… not that she really cared. It was just Dean… or rather… Deandra. What the little ginger could possibly be up to in calling himself that was beyond her, however, he would provide a great distraction. A better one than she could have possibly guessed. Rather than announcing that she was on her way to answer the door, she stood fluidly and padded over to it. What was waiting for her on the other side would be surprising in several different and quickly occurring ways. First, her eyes fell on his face… and the ribbons in his hair. And then they traveled down, taking in the poofy dress that adorned his body, and his…. wriggling crotch??? And, finally, the wretched creature that escaped from said crotch and launched itself at her. The high-pitched shriek that escaped her lips upon said event could easily have been compared to one that most girls would emit upon seeing a terrible bug, mouse, or some other vermin. She stumbled backwards, narrowly managing to dodge the dog that had shot straight toward her. She danced around it, somehow managing to put Dean between the dog and herself. “Get rid of it.” She whispered, her fingers gripping into the fabric of his dress. “It’s probably filthy…. I bet it has a disease… oh my god, Dean, it was in your clothes.” Her eyes never left the creature as she continued speaking. “You need a bath and it needs to go.” She narrowed her eyes at the dog, regarding it as though it were the most disgusting creature to have ever lived. [attr="class","sintag2"] dean vegas x 441 words x iris so dramatic, wowzers. [googlefont=Oswald] [newclass=.sinmain2]width:380px;background-color:#fcfcfc;padding:60px;border:solid 1px #ddd;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinlyrics]font-family:georgia;font-size:25px;color:#65113d;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:10px;word-spacing:5px;margin-left:10px;margin-top:10px;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinlyrics2]font-family:Oswald;font-size:38px;font-weight:400;color:#333;text-transform:uppercase;margin-top:-25px;[/newclass] [newclass=.sintag2]padding:10px 20px 10px 10px;font-family:verdana;font-size:9px;letter-spacing:1px;color:#666;text-align:center;[/newclass] [newclass=.sin2]background-color:#fcfcfc;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinbody2]margin-top: 15px;width: 350px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 15px;color:#333;[/newclass] [newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6pt;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass] |
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Post by dean vegas on Sept 4, 2016 22:33:27 GMT
▲ the screech was enough to send dean stumbling backwards; it wasn't at all the reaction he had expected. she didn't seem happy, for one. far from it actually. "y'don't like-" he tried to squeeze some words in but iris was faster. blinking stupidly, the ginger glanced over his shoulder to see the blacknette in hiding, practically using him as some sort of human shield, "it's okay though, it's just a chihuahua," he explained, though soon came to another realization, "wait, is it the dress? well! i thought that since this is the girls' dorms i should try to look mor-" he began again but he soon felt iris' fingers digging into his dress. somehow, it caused his back to straighten considerably and sent his heart pounding rapidly inside his chest. like he was caught staring at her. except she was barely paying attention to him in all actuality, what with the dog running rampant inside her room and all. nonetheless, dean's gaze quickly darted elsewhere. licking his lips almost anxiously, he stared at the ceiling and didn't dare to venture another glance at iris. somehow, his ears were drowning out whatever iris was actually babbling about. or maybe it had something to do with the fact that there was something pounding. probably because of the blood that was suddenly rushing to his heart. he gulped, the corners of his mouth curling downward. "so yer like, scared of dogs or somethin'? is that it?" he suggested even if he wasn't really expecting an answer. and although this wasn't at all the right place for it, his fingers suddenly began to twitch slightly as he lifted his right hand. without thinking much about it, the senior leaned forward, reached for the door of the room, and closed it. gently freeing himself from the junior's grip, dean then turned around so he could grin at her. without another word, he leaned down and gave her a fleeting peck on the mouth, "shh, shh, it's okay, dean jr. is harmless even if he did try to give his own dad a blowy," he said, grinning again as he pulled back. his right hand moved up to the back of her head to pull her against his shoulder, just so he could stroke her hair. but instead of doing exactly that, he got distracted and began to play with her hair instead; running his fingers through, pinching some of the strands and pulling them up, just so he could watch gravity pull them back down one colour at a time. it was almost mesmerizing, though he quickly snapped out of it moments later, "but i'll take a bath if you and junior join in." he said with a snicker, "'cause someone's gotta clean peewee for me while i'm busy touching you."Iris Kim ● 474 ● dean's romantic af lbr /stares into the distance MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Iris Kim on Sept 11, 2016 4:23:01 GMT
[attr="class","sinmain2"] [attr="class","sinlyrics"]i'm built for [attr="class","sinlyrics2"]all of the abuse [attr="class","sinbody2"]Iris paid little to no attention to the words that were rolling from Dean’s mouth after she placed him between herself and the dog. She continued to grip into his shoulders, arching her neck to look over his shoulder. The dog had ran into… her room. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. She would have to wash everything. Everything it touched. It was so filthy. Green eyes didn’t even seem to blink as she watched it. It was only a Chihuahua, a little thing. It was nothing like the giant, vicious dogs that were often kept in her neighborhood. Iris wasn’t really afraid or them, or it, she just didn’t like them. That’s what she told herself anyway. “I’m not scared.” She whispered fervently, though as soon as the door was shut, the junior felt her grip on Dean’s shoulders relaxing. She fell back on the flats of her feet, no longer needing to stand on her tiptoes to watch the creature. There was no telling what sort of havoc it was wreaking in her room, but at the very least, it couldn’t touch her anymore. The blackette took deep breaths in through her nose and exhaled them through her mouth, just as she taught her siblings to do when they were scared or upset. Iris was… a bit more than surprised at the senior’s next actions. They weren’t what she expected from Dean. Of course, Dean never did what one expected – but that was because he rarely reacted like a “normal” person. The comfort he went on to offer her (mingled with some of his signature humor) surprised her like nothing else he’d ever done had. Ever still, as her face found the crook of his shoulder, she snorted softly. “Dean Jr.” She stated, unsure of what else to say. Tried to give his daddy a blowy? Really? Dean’s words and actions continued to be at odds with one another, at least to her. His fingers moved through her hair, allowing her to close her eyes and relax a bit more. But then he was talking about all three of them taking a bath, and ‘Peewee’ and god knows what else. Either way, Iris found her arms wrapping around the senior’s waist as she pressed closer to him. She swallowed hard and closed her eyes tight. It wasn’t necessarily the dog that was upsetting her so much, though of course, Dean Jr. didn’t help matters much. “Where did you even get it?” She asked, her voice thick but seemingly even. “I’m not taking a bath with it.” She went on, though she never raised her face from his shoulder or loosened her grip around his waist. “I’ll take a bath with you though.” She mumbled. [attr="class","sintag2"] dean vegas x 458 words x gonna make her cry, dean. [googlefont=Oswald] [newclass=.sinmain2]width:380px;background-color:#fcfcfc;padding:60px;border:solid 1px #ddd;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinlyrics]font-family:georgia;font-size:25px;color:#65113d;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:10px;word-spacing:5px;margin-left:10px;margin-top:10px;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinlyrics2]font-family:Oswald;font-size:38px;font-weight:400;color:#333;text-transform:uppercase;margin-top:-25px;[/newclass] [newclass=.sintag2]padding:10px 20px 10px 10px;font-family:verdana;font-size:9px;letter-spacing:1px;color:#666;text-align:center;[/newclass] [newclass=.sin2]background-color:#fcfcfc;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinbody2]margin-top: 15px;width: 350px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 15px;color:#333;[/newclass] [newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6pt;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass] |
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Post by dean vegas on Sept 14, 2016 15:52:41 GMT
▲ as she returned his hug, dean's eyes flicked upward to the ceiling, "y'realize that we're out in the hallway, yeah?" he said, though his hand continued to play with iris' hair. as if he actually had any shame in his system. "and that i'm wearing a dress while yer rubbing yerself against me," dean added with a laugh. hand wandering down her back, he pecked the top of her head, "this could turn into a fetish but, if yer cool with it then i'm all yours." snickering to himself, the senior momentarily recalled the shenanigans that he and iris often got into in public places. "a stork gave it to me and said it's ours. aren't ya stoked? 'cause i would be. being a mom is so cool." despite the irony that he never even grew up under the care of one. but that was beside the point. well, not that there was one in the first place. just look at his skewed 'understanding' of babymaking and motherhood. "you'd get t'give the baby a tit every time they cry and all. that's hot."at her proclaim that she was not entirely interested in taking a bath with their 'child,' though wasn't opposed to having one with him, alone, the ginger blinked quickly and suddenly pulled away from the embrace, "for real?" he questioned with wide eyes, a grin cracking from ear to ear. well, why wouldn't it be? they did have that type of a relationship, after all. nonetheless the ecstatic ginger swung a hand across iris' shoulders so he could pull her into a sideway hug, while his other hand reached for the doorknob of her room. "junior, daddy's gettin' laid t'night!" he announced as soon as he flung open the door. then, without another moment's hesitation, he proceeded an attempt to usher his baby's mama (?) back inside the room. right foot lifted to close the bedroom door. now standing behind the blacknette, dean began to massage her shoulders whilst peering at her from the side, "c'mon riri, we gotta have ourselves a baby shower sooner or later anyway, so why not now?" he said that, but even he wasn't entirely sure that he was using the term correctly. still, it sounded good enough in the heat of the moment. the stray chihuahua didn't seem to understand the importance of said 'moment,' however and, now that he had explored every corner of iris' room during their absence, he was obviously more than happy to see his 'parents' again. he sprinted towards them, but dean was quicker. eyes narrowed, he stood in the stray's path so he couldn't quite reach iris just yet, "junior, sit." said dean, jabbing a finger downward at the floor, "ya gotta behave if y'want mommy's love 'cause that's how things go 'round this house. otherwise she'll throw ya out, huh?"as if on cue, the dog sat before the two, panting and wagging its tail though still excitedly staring up at his 'parents.' of course, it took less than ten seconds for him to lose interest in sitting. he flung himself at the ginger who easily caught him, thanks to his tiny size. holding tightly onto the chihuahua, dean turned back around to iris, "why're y'still dressed?" he asked as he stared at her, "man, that's unromantic as fuck! y'were supposed to be gettin' naked while i was reprimanding our son," a huff, and he closed the distance between them again, the wriggling stray still in his hands, "or did ya wanna have some alone time before we give junior a bath, too? 'cause that can be arranged, yanno?"at this, a mischievous twinkle seemed to flash across his eyes, "but y'gotta give junior a pat on the head and tell him how much of a 'good boy' he is first." he took another step forward, "don't run away now, or i'll chase ya down the hallway, yanno!" in drag.Iris Kim ● 677 ● model dad /stares into the distance MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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