#anyone know what's going on with my boop meter??

[r0semultiverse]

My tumblr update looks a little strange.

#anyone know what's going on with my boop meter?? #it's looking a little bit different 😳 #some of these feel targeted guys... I uhh #I'm feeling kind of attacked out here 👀 #pssst go to web developer tools & into the div tags #there's a character limit; but have fun with it! #just so you know this is what your boops are going towards! #just thought you should yknow be aware of that :) #mine #op #boop o meter #hypnosis #scent kink #piss kink #trans ns/fw #trans nsft #cw adult things #cw adult stuff

[heymacy]

Macy!! Hi!!

Thoughts on YQHBR Ian booping Mickey? <3

DRISH! HI!!!

boy oh boy do i have thoughts. in fact, i even wrote a little something about it 😉 i give you, YQHBR: boop edition

**

Mickey stretches, twists his torso and legs like he’s wringing out a sponge. Bleary eyes blink awake, squinting against the sunlight beaming through his window.

He sighs. Good morning.

It’s April 1st. The day of fools. He already feels like a fool, if he’s being honest, every day of his life. But that’s something he can sort through later. Right now he has some catching up to do.

He rolls over in bed and grabs his laptop where it rests on the dresser. He pulls it into his lap, flipping open the screen and waiting for it to light up. When it does, it’s less than a minute before he’s logged into tumblr.

What….what the fuck?

There’s something new on his screen, right at the very top. It isn’t an ad, at least he doesn’t think so. He clicks it, hesitant, and nothing happens.

Hm. Strange.

He decides to consult the one tumblr expert he knows.

fcku-up: what the fuck is this thing on my dash eternitysgate: good morning to you too, sunshine

It’s been a week and a half since they’d started talking. They were friends now — not IRL, but something close — and talked nearly every day. It was becoming an integral and beloved part of Mickey’s daily routine.

Ian had been on tumblr longer than anyone Mickey knew. Except maybe Cassie. But he wanted to talk to Ian.

eternitysgate: it’s called boop eternitysgate: i think it’s an april fools thing eternitysgate: they do something like this almost every year eternitysgate: one year you could spam people’s pages with digital crabs fcku-up: crabs? eternitysgate: yep. little orange crabs fcku-up: lovely fcku-up: so what do i do? eternitysgate: click “opt in”

Mickey does as he’s told. Waits. A few minutes later, he checks his notifications.

eternitysgate, staysmashed, oliviasmiddlepart, and 6 others boop boop boop

He takes a screenshot, crops it, and sends it to Ian.

fcku-up: explain eternitysgate: lmao eternitysgate: who else booped you?

Mickey checks. Cassie twice, Victor, Liv, Zoe, and Ian 4 times.

fcku-up: you, mostly eternitysgate: excellent 😇 eternitysgate: now you boop back fcku-up: this is silly eternitysgate: boop me back, bitch 👊🏻 fcku-up: 🙄 eternitysgate: go to my blog, click the little paw. but don’t accidentally unfollow me or i’ll cry for a thousand years fcku-up: 🖕🏻

Mickey clicks on Ian’s username and opens his blog. There, in the navigation section, is a little orange paw. He clicks it.

You’re about to boop eternitysgate

And then, below it, in a purple oval,

boop

He sighs. Clicks it. A tiny green box shows up at the bottom of the screen, altering him to the fact that his boop had been sent through.

eternitysgate: BOOP BOOP BITCH fcku-up: you are a child eternitysgate: I AM A GOD eternitysgate: you don’t understand mick, i’ve been doing this for an hour and a half and i’ve never felt more alive fcku-up: happy for you eternitysgate: oh come on, you know you love it eternitysgate: now go boop cassie back or she’ll come whining to me about it fcku-up: FINE 🙄

** 

It’s been two hours and, much like Ian, Mickey has never felt more alive. He’s been booping almost the entire time, his meter ticking up, up, up. He’s booping friends, mutuals, strangers, people he’s seen in his notifications and people he’s never seen before in his life. Anyone and everyone.

He and Ian are in what the user base has declared a “boop war” — flooding each other with boops, not caring if the other person boops back first. It’s madness and Mickey can’t stop laughing.

There are memes now. Viral posts made mere minutes ago. He’s never seen anything like it, never been a part of anything like it.

eternitysgate: boop me again and i’ll fly to chicago and boop you IRL fcku-up: is that a threat or a promise? eternitysgate: both

Mickey bites back a grin. 

eternitysgate: do you think they’re gonna keep this around after the day is done? fcku-up: idk, maybe fcku-up: part of me hopes they do eternitysgate: it would be a never-ending war eternitysgate: wake up every morning, ride into battle fcku-up: eventually you’d admit defeat eternitysgate: HA! not likely

It goes on like that for hours. They talk for the entire day. It isn’t all about boops, little tidbits slip in between the cracks – what did you have for lunch? how’s your sister? do you have to work tonight? – but the main focus is this inane game they’re playing, this innate sense of bonding they’re experiencing with each other and everyone else.

Mickey can’t help but feel like he’s a part of something, finally. In this game, and in the grand scheme of things. He has friends. Mutuals. People that want to engage with him. Acknowledge him.

To see and be seen.

The sun set ages ago. Mickey is beneath the covers, laptop on his thighs. He boops Cassie, then Liv. Then goes and super boops Ian, followed by an evil boop. He wishes there was something higher than an evil boop, but alas. He decides to send another.

eternitysgate: stop evil booping me you bastard fcku-up: never shoulda told me to opt in, bitch eternitysgate: god i’m gonna miss this fcku-up: they might keep it eternitysgate: in case they don’t, i just want to say – it’s been a pleasure booping with you 🫡

Mickey smiles. Rolls his eyes. Can’t help but find Ian, as always, painfully endearing.

fcku-up: you too, nerd

#IDK WHAT HAPPENED I BLACKED OUT #i miss them so much #and i miSS YOU DRISH I LOVE YOU SO MUCH and i love seeing you back on my dash #i hope y'all enjoy this one #maybe this is the motivation i need to get my ass back in gear and give y'all the final chapter + epilogue you deserve #we shall see #ANYWAY #ILY #BOOP #yqhbr

[whoiwanttoday]

Guys, it's April Fools and I don't really like April Fools. In general it is an exercise in unfunny people doing unfunny things and then being like, "It's April Fools, bro". I am a bit of a humor elitist in general and few things drive me nuts more than when unfunny people just repeat shit funny people do or say and this day is rife with that. Anyway, I don't want to sound like an old crank but this comes up every April. Some stuff is fun. Tumblr usually does a good job but if i have been complaining about being old lately boy is today really making me feel old. I can't boop anyone. I'd like to. I have been getting booped all morning. I have the boop-o-meter right there and it's counting up but there is no option to boop. People keep telling me to hit the boop button and there is no boop button. It's a remarkably humbling experience because now I know what my grandfather must feel like every time he tries to open an email. Finally, I dug deeper and realized that the issue is everyone on my dash is a boring motherfucker. They don't have their boops turned on. Now, I still couldn't boop back the people who booped me but that seems to be a core flaw here where I can only boop posts on my dash, so if I go to someone's blog it isn't an option. Major design flaw in my opinion but here we are. Either way, I learned a lesson that will be great for both my mental health and socialization which is even if I think I have made a mistake I haven't, it's always someone else's fault and I am a victim. Anyway, now I am out booping up a storm, just a total boop slut. I am glad it's a one day thing because I think I will sour on this quickly but it's great for now. Anyway, speaking of innocent angels who have never done anything wrong here is Charli XCX, who has never done anything wrong ever. I don't have a lot more to say really about her, I like her a lot, very boopable. Today I want to fuck Charli XCX.

#Charli XCX #brunette #Singer #whoiwanttofucktoday

[jimlingss]

Happy Holidays! Can you write a Jimin hybrid Au? I love you and your fics!

Every day, we stray closer to being a furry.

↳ Floof’s Tail

3k || 80% Fluff, 20% Angst || Park Jimin || Hybrid!AU

You’re beaming with excitement.

The first time you saw her through the glass window, you thought she was just a visitor. You were so happy when she wanted to play with you and only you. And you were even more ecstatic when she came a second time days later. You spent time together for hours on end, just like many of the other humans that came around to keep you and the other hybrids company.

But unlike them, she adopted you.

You still can’t believe you now have a home, something to call yours, and an owner that you love so much.

Soyeon stops in the hall and her hand lifts to pet you, gesture affectionate and eyes loving. You lean into her touch, and she smiles before withdrawing away much to your disappointment. 

“This is it, Y/N.”

Her arms motion theatrically to the door, and then she pulls out her keys with a grin. “This is my home and it’s going to be your home from now on too.”

Your tail is practically wagging and you look at the gray door, loving what’s inside already without needing to see it. You don’t remember much of the street name or the apartment building, but you know that it’s the seventh floor, that it seems super nice from the outside, and they’ll probably be big windows looking out at the city. Not to mention from the drive here, there’s also a park close by! 

You can’t wait.

The door opens.

Soyeon brings in your small bag along with the other stuff she bought for you at the store, and then she turns around to beckon you to come in, smiling softly. “There’s someone I’d like you to meet, Y/N.”

This is a dream. It’s all you’ve ever wanted and wished for. An owner. A home. A place to call your own. But you should’ve known, nothing is what it seems.

The moment you step inside, you’re hit with a thick scent. It slams into you, choking your lungs and overwhelming your senses. Warm and earthy, like vanilla and the trees at the park after a rainy day in Spring. You don’t know why you didn’t notice before. It always lingered on Soyeon, a scent underneath her laundry fabric softener and sweet perfume. Maybe you had unconsciously ignored it because you wanted so desperately to be hers.

But of course, someone as perfect as Soyeon would have another dog.

Before you can dart out the door, she calls for him. “Jimin!”

He comes barreling out of the hall with a big smile and his tail wagging.

Only, he stops short a meter away with his eyes pin-pointed on you. His grin instantly falls, ears drooping. His brows furrow as if to ask ‘what the hell is this’. 

Soyeon smiles. “Y/N, this is Jimin.”

Jimin is a dog hybrid just like you. You can tell by the triangle ears on the top of his head that’s a slightly darker shade than the blonde hair that falls over his forehead. His face is round, cheeks full and his lips are pouty. But his brown eyes are mean. They’re half-lidded and glaring at you.

“Jimin, this is our new puppy, Y/N.”

“Leave!” he suddenly barks at you, growling at the back of his throat. You yelp, ears pressed flat on your head and you jump to cower behind Soyeon who’s bigger and taller than you are.

“Jimin,” Soyeon scolds in a low tone.

But he isn’t dissuaded and steps closer to you with one large stride.

Your back hits the door, fear making your eyes grow round. He’s much larger than you are and his scent is thicker too. Jimin’s nose twitches, but before he can get to you, Soyeon blocks his way.

More sternly than before she commands, “Jimin, stop.”

Soyeon takes your hand, turns around and shushes you. “It’s okay, it’s okay, don’t worry,” she coos and then shifts to the other hybrid. “Stay right there, Jimin.”

He glares as Soyeon leads you away, down the hall into a room. But he doesn’t move.

“This is my room and the place that’ll be yours too.” She shuts the door and realizes your distressed expression. “Everything will be okay,” Soyeon tries to reassure and comes to brush a hand through your hair. Then she looks over to the small bag she had dragged with her and lights up. “Oh, here’s your kitty cat.”

It’s a tattered stuffed toy you’ve had since you were born in the shelter, but the moment she passes it to you, you hug it and find comfort. Your heart begins to slow back to its normal pace and Soyeon smiles, seeing that you’ve eased.

“Get yourself settled, okay? I’ll be a second. I just have to talk to Jimin.”

“Okay.”

Her room is large with plenty of space. There’s a massive bed bigger than you’ve ever seen and a TV opposite of it. By the other wall, there’s a bookshelf, vanity, and desk with a computer. There’s a walk-in closet, dresser and another door to a bathroom too. It’s everything anyone could ever need in one room.

You marvel at your surroundings before staring out the enormous glass window.

But your ears perk. Outside the room, there’s muffled voices.

You shuffle your feet over the door and you pick up what’s being said.

“—your friend and heat partner.”

“I don’t need a friend or a heat partner!”

“Jimin. This….this isn’t the way to act.” 

There’s a long sigh and you hear steps coming down the hall. You step back and Soyeon opens the door before shutting it. She looks at you with your eyes on the ground, tail drooping and your ears pressed to your head again.

“It’s okay,” she suddenly says in a higher-pitched voice. You head lifts to her and she smiles, petting you softly behind the ear. “Jimin’s really sweet and kind, I promise. You just have to get used to each other.”

You nod. 

Soyeon asks, “Do you want snacks?”

Your eyes widen and your head bobs more enthusiastically. 

...

Soyeon does a good job of distracting you. She pets you, plays with you, shows you her room and the connected bathroom. The TV has you especially captured for a while, but you’re broken out of your trance when you hear knocking on the door. Followed by scratching. 

And then there’s Jimin’s whine.

Soyeon looks at you and says. “I’ll be right back.”

She slips away and you’re left by yourself again.

Deep down, you know you shouldn’t get too comfortable. This isn’t your home.

…

“Yes. I tried to introduce them, but it isn’t going as well as I thought it would.”

Soyeon’s voice is quiet, barely above a murmur. Yet it’s enough to stir you from your sleep and your eyes flutter a few times before you see her outline standing in the corner. She’s facing the wall with her phone pressed to her ear. You don’t know what time it is but it’s still dark outside.

“My other dog, he’s a guard dog, but he’s more possessive than I thought—….okay…..okay. Oh, alright. Yeah.”

She stops talking and you shut your eyes again, pretending you didn’t hear.

When Soyeon turns around, she doesn’t see the tears pricking at the corner of your eyes.

The sheets, the pillow, the blanket, it all smells like Jimin. Even if you’re stowed away in this room for the rest of your life and kept separate, the walls have already been plunged with his scent.

...

You don’t realize you’ve drifted back to sleep until you wake up with the sunshine on your face.

And your heart feels full when you see Soyeon right there with you. You’ve never been taken care of so closely by someone before, never been solely doted on, never had someone call you in such a soft voice and look at you that lovingly. And she chose you. But you don’t let yourself become too happy. Not when there was someone else on the other end of the apartment.

Still, you very much like it when Soyeon smiles and sweetly chimes, “Rise and shine.”

You rub your eyes, voice still sleepy, “Morning.” 

As you sit up from your spot on the bed, your nose twitches. Your pupils instantly dart to a wool sweater draped at the back of the desk chair. It smells strong. Stronger than the rest of the room. 

Soyeon follows your line of sight. “Oh. I thought you looked cold in that dress. I ordered you new clothes, but they’ll arrive later tonight. Do you want to wear that for the time being?”

“M-Maybe later.”

She nods. “Are you hungry?”

You nod enthusiastically and the corner of her lips quirk. 

As she leaves to get you food, you stare at the sweater. It looks softer than the blankets and much warmer too. Before you can think twice, you approach slowly, feet cold on the floorboards.

You hesitantly sink your hand into the plush fabric of the sweater. 

It doesn’t bite you. No one yells.

You pick it up and bring it to your nose, inhaling deeply. It actually smells….good. Comforting.

Soyeon grins when she returns with a tray of food, noticing the sweater slipped on top of your dress.

Halfway through your meal, she looks at your stuffed cat and boops its black nose. “Hey, Y/N. Would you mind if Jimin took a look at this? I think he’d really like it.”

You shift uncomfortably. “I don’t know.”

“I have other toys for you, like the sheep.” She plops down the white stuffie next to you that looks like a huge cotton ball. You picked it out yourself, but still… “I’ll only borrow this one for a few hours.”

It takes a second, then you’re nodding. “Okay then.”

Soyeon’s hand lifts to gently ruffle your hair. “Thank you.”

…

After breakfast, you watch TV as Soyeon cleans up and probably attends to Jimin on the other side of the wall. But no later is she returning to play with you. The two of you end up reading a story as you cuddle up to her. She shows you how to play a game on her laptop too. But then all of it is interrupted when the phone rings.

Your ears perk and you flinch from the loud sound.

Soyeon picks it up and stands in the corner of the room. “Hello?” There’s silence and then she’s sighing. “What do you mean, Taehyung? I put the file on your desk before I left.” A long pause has you worried. “It should be somewhere in our email correspondence. Figure it out.”

“No. I can’t come in! I’m on personal leave for the next two weeks, remember?” Her voice moves up a pitch and you wince. Soyeon’s clearly upset and you hate it. “Ugh. I hate you. I swear to god, Kim.”

She hangs up.

“Is something wrong?” you ask.

“I have to go into work, but I’ll be back in an hour.” She’s frantically rushing around, entering her closet and emerging with a blouse, pants and a coat. Still, she finds the time to come over to you and she presses a kiss on top of your forehead. “I’ll be quick, I promise.”

“It’s okay. I can wait.” You muster a smile, trying to make her feel better. After all, she’s done her best to comfort you. Now you want to do the same to her.

“It’ll just take a jiffy. Be back before you know it.” Soyeon steps towards the door. “Don’t leave the room, okay, Y/N?”

You nod.

Soyeon leaves a few moments later. You hear footsteps in the hall, muffled voices and then the larger door shutting. Instantly, you become drowned in silence without the television or the laptop or Soyeon’s comforting voice and soothing hands petting you. You’re abandoned.

On the other side of the wall is someone who hates you and wishes you were gone.

The truth that’s been blaring in your head becomes noisier than ever: this isn’t your home.

Maybe what she said was just an excuse. Maybe the phone call was an act and maybe Soyeon hates you too. Maybe you’re more problematic than she expected, and she’ll return you to the shelter tomorrow or even today. You wouldn’t blame her if she did. Soyeon probably wanted someone to get along with Jimin and you’re too much of a handful for her.

You don’t realize you’re crying until it’s gotten so loud that it’s deafening to your own ears. But you can’t help the wails choking out of your sobbing chest or the tears streaming down your face. You lay curled up in the bed, ears pressed to your head as you clutch your toy to your chest.

Through your clouded vision, you don’t notice the bedroom door opening. Not until you hear—

“You know she’s not leaving forever, right?”

Instantly, you jolt and scramble back on the bed. Until your back hits the headboard, pillows bent underneath you. 

Jimin looks at you, eyeing the way you’re wearing his sweater, and he swallows hard. “She’s supposed to leave five to six hours a day. Sometimes more, sometimes less. But she always comes back.”

You whimper and he frowns. 

“Stop making those noises.”

“I can’t help it,” you hiccup and rub your eyes. “W-Will she make me go back?”

“What?”

“The shelter. Will she leave me if we don’t get along?”

Jimin shifts his weight from one foot to another, expression almost uncomfortable. But he says, “Soyeon’s not that kind of owner.”

You hiccup and snivel, unable to make the lump in your throat go away. “I...I just want a home.”

You almost start to cry again, but then Jimin extends his arm. You see him holding your kitty cat. “I think this is yours,” he says and you nod, teary-eyed. He points to your body. “That’s my sweater. You’re not supposed to touch it.”

You look down, not sure if you should take it off. But you’re too scared to move.

At once, the concern vanishes. Jimin takes a step towards you and your spine and ears straighten on reflex. Then he takes another. You whimper and his brows furrow again. “Stop it. I won’t bite you.”

He places the kitty cat on the edge of the bed and in a moment where your courage has swelled, you lurch forward to grab it. Immediately, you withdraw and hold it to your chest.

You frown when you realize how much it smells like him.

You’re too busy paying attention to your toy to see the bed dip. To see Jimin crawling closer to you. Not until he’s facing you, practically nose to nose. Your back hits the headboard once more and your breath hitches. But instead of being barked at or bitten, Jimin leans in. You feel a tickle as his nose sniffs at your neck.

You release your breath, unable to hold it any longer and when you inhale, you smell him.

Jimin’s scent is warm and earthy, like vanilla and trees at the park after a rainy day in Spring. When you’re not scared, it actually smells really nice. Even if you don’t want to admit it.

Jimin sniffs at your neck incessantly with his nose and then at your hair. You whine, slumping downwards, and he practically hovers over you, caging your frame in with his arms, smelling down your body. 

The tip of his nose travels from the valley of your breasts down your tummy. He pauses at the apex of your thighs, right where your underwear is and you shut your legs together.

You’re vulnerable beneath him and you’re not sure clutching the two toys to your chest will do much good in protecting you if he decides to attack. But when Jimin’s done, he looks at you and simply says, “You smell like flowers.”

“Is that bad?”

He pauses. “No. But I like it when things smell like me.”

You gasp when he suddenly leans in, brushing his cheek against yours, nuzzling into you. It tickles and you can’t help but giggle. Jimin’s ears perk at the bubbly sound and his tail starts to wag. The toys roll off your chest, and they’re left beside you when you let go. You wiggle and shift away from him, yet he pounces after you with a smile on his face.

You laugh, managing to dodge his arms and slip off the bed.

But Jimin’s much too fast and swift for your liking. He corners you by the closet with an enormous grin on his face, half-moon eyes lit up in mischief. Before you can dart to the left, he snatches your waist and follows after you as you collapse on the soft carpet. 

Jimin brushes his cheek against yours, the weight of his body pressed to yours with a knee placed between your parted thighs. You’re never going to completely smell like him, not when you have your own scent, so you’re not sure why he’s trying so hard. But you don’t mind.

You take the chance to smell him too, nose twitching at his neck. A hum leaves the back of your throat as you allow yourself to become immersed in the comforting scent.

...

 When Soyeon comes home an hour later, she’s surprised that Jimin isn’t already waiting at the door or doesn’t come barreling out to greet her. It’s much too quiet. She doesn’t have a good feeling.

Blood drains from her face when she walks down the hall and she sees the bedroom door wide open. The woman rushes inside, nearly tripping her feet, mouth falling open.

Yet the words die in her throat and a smile lifts onto her features when she sees Jimin cuddling you. The pair of you are fast asleep.

#bts fanfic #jimin fanfic #jimin fluff #jimin hybrid AU #bts hybrid AU #bts scenario #bts fluff #jimin reader insert #cherry-lala #Jimlings #aka. Jimin is a guard dog and our OC is a lap dog :(

[joheunsaram]

That one pictute of cat yoongi, you know what I'm talking about

Moonlight - jjk x myg (platonic)

Summary- Jungkook never thought this was the secret Yoongi was keeping all this time.

word count- 1k

pairing- idol!Yoongi x idol!Jungkook (platonic)

rating- PG13

genre- crack, fluff

warnings- swearing

a.n- Well this is what is is LOL I hope you like it Kas 😘 

GO SUPPORT THE ARTIST OF THE ART THAT INSPIRED THIS PIECE. @_hanasart on insta :)

As always feedback appreciated, a reblog and a like goes a far way. Send me an ask! 💌

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Jungkook walked into the dorms thoroughly exhausted with Yoongi in tow. His body felt like it weighed a tonne, muscles aching and bones creaking with each move. Ignoring the pain, he rushed towards the black leather sectional in the middle of the living room, his body craving its soft embrace. However, he had barely reached the couch when Yoongi unceremoniously plopped on it with a long winded groan. 

“Hyung! I saw it first!” Jungkook yelled, as he tried to unsuccessfully budge Yoongi off the couch. He knew he could just walk the few meters to his own bed but this wasn’t fair. He saw it first!

“I’m older. My body’s weaker,” Yoongi muttered, already half asleep, a hand dangling from the couch that he lazily waved in the air to make his point. 

Sometimes Jungkook hated being the youngest. He always had to clean up after everyone, always had to wait for his hyungs to go anywhere even when he was the first to be ready to leave, and don’t even get him started on the endless teasing. He didn’t realize why everyone was always so hung up on his age; he was just as capable as everyone else! 

He scowled as he looked at Yoongi’s unmoving form, knowing the elder had already happily drifted off to sleep. His annoyance dissipated, however, as he saw Yoongi’s cheeks puff a little as he exhaled and he couldn’t be mad at him. He kinda looked cute sleeping like that, the moonlight filtering through the clouds into the room and illuminating his skin in a somewhat ethereal glow. Shaking his head with a soft smile, he walked to the hallway closet to grab a blanket for the sleeping rapper. Why did all his hyungs have to be so endearing? 

Just as he was about to drape the blanket over him, Yoongi suddenly woke up, startled. Sitting up, he checked his pockets for his phone, even going to the extent of turning the pockets of his sweatpants inside out for the mobile device. He rubbed his hands over his face in a panic, almost growling angrily, as he jumped up in frustration.

“Jungkook, what day is it?” He asked, his left hand fiddling with his sweats as his anxiety built.

“Wednesday…?” Jungkook raised an eyebrow, not understanding his older friend’s sudden hysterics.

“No. Month. Day of the month!” Yoongi yelled through gritted teeth, fists balled as he tried to keep his composure.

“28th… Hyung what’s wron-”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Yoongi was in a rage, sitting on the couch and punching his leg. Jungkook had never seen him so distraught and his heart raced as he saw Yoongi pull at his hair in frustration. What was happening? “Jungkook you can’t tell anyone about this, okay?”

“About what?”

“Answer me!” Yoongi seethed.

“Okay, okay! Jeez, relax hyun- OH MY GOD! WHAT THE FUCK?”

Jungkook couldn’t believe his eyes, his heart beating against his ribcage as if it wanted to escape. This was not real. This could not be real. How was this real?

In place of where Yoongi sat moments ago, now sat a cat, its fur the same colour as Yoongi’s silver hair, peering at him from under his oversized t-shirt, and Jungkook was panicking. His hyung was a cat. He was a cat. He had seen the memes, but to actually see the acclaimed producer purring on his couch was insane. Had he always been a cat? Was the Yoongi he knew a figment of his imagination? Or was Jungkook having a mental breakdown? Was he imagining this? How was this even possible? He knew he shouldn’t have done that extra hour of cardio today, his exhaustion was making him delirious.

With great trepidation, he approached Yoongi (cat Yoongi? Yoongi cat?), settling on his knees in front of him with his hand out as if in greeting, waiting for him to make a move. The cat only hissed at Jungkook, startling the younger man to fall back, as it purred in a way that distinctly sounded like Yoongi’s snicker.

“Hyung…” Jungkook began, petting the cat behind its ears as it nuzzled into his tattooed hand. “You’re so cute!” he exclaimed as the cat looked up at him, its expression Yoongi’s signature deadpan. Jungkook’s heart felt so full, he thought he was going to combust. He didn’t know how this was even possible, all he knew was that Yoongi was the most adorable little kitty he had ever seen.

Tentatively picking up the cat, he gingerly placed it on his lap, cooing at it and petting it slowly as his eyes got heavier. The presence was comforting, much like Yoongi himself, lulling Jungkook into a sleep full of dreams of a cute silver haired cat playing with a ball of yarn.

In the morning Jungkook woke up to Yoongi accidentally punching him on the nose as he stretched. It was probably rude to say but as he saw his friend chuckling at his pained expression, he kind of wished he was a cat all the time and human only during full moons.

“I liked you better as a cat,” Jungkook groaned, rubbing his nose as the ache in his back from sleeping sitting up started registering.

“Well sucks to be you,” Yoongi taunted, scratching his belly as he walked towards the kitchen. Turning back he narrowed his eyes at the younger boy, lifting a finger in his direction. “If you tell anyone I-”

“You’ll kill me,” Jungkook finished the sentence for him. “Yeah, yeah I got it, lil meow meow.”

“Fuck you kid,” Yoongi said rolling his eyes as he started the coffee maker, the gurgling of the motor accompanied by the sweet roasted notes of his favourite Brazillian blend.

“Awww are you going to scratch me?” Jungkook teased, smiling widely and booping Yoongi on the nose, as he reached into the cabinets to pull out two mugs. Funnily enough, one had a drawing of a cat flipping off whoever looked at it. Jungkook placed it in front of Yoongi with a grin.

Yoongi had never hated losing his phone more.

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Fraxus Day 2020

Not even sure what this is, but inspiration was running wild today so I decided to give it a try. Given that this is only my second time writing Freed and Laxus as a couple, I ask that you please go easy on me. 

Hope you enjoy the prompt nonetheless!

Title: Cold Day, Warm Heart

Summary: All Laxus had wanted was to be alone on this painful day until he spotted the most important person in his life at the cemetery and was reminded of how lucky he was to have Freed. 

Warning: There is major angst in here as a major character dies.

Word count: 1.5 K

He just wanted to be alone. Not in the mood to talk or even fight. Just space. That's all he needed, but not everyone got the message. The Thunder Legion; well Freed and Ever;  followed him to the guild even though he told them not to. They were worried, he could tell, but still they should respect his wishes. 

"Can't you see I want to be alone now?" He finally snapped after constant concerned comments and attempts to get him to share. 

Silence. They stared at him in shock, but soon that was replaced by understanding. Letting out long sighs, they finally stepped away and let him be; after reminding him that they were only a call away if needed. He was grateful, really, but wouldn't tell them now. 

After a quick meal and drink, he returned home only to grab the bouquet of white orchids which he had purchased the day before. They reminded him of his grandfather, but Laxus tried not to think about Makarov, as he made his way towards the cemetery. So much pain and grief; it was always overwhelming.

Arriving at the huge gates and let out a long sigh, closing his eyes and letting the cool breeze envelop him. It was a cold morning which perfectly symbolised the coldness and harshness of this date. It was strange how every year it was the same and even though the rational side of him knew it was due to the winter season, unconsciously he wondered if the weather was like this because his grandfather was gone. 

Makarov had been such a warm presence in all of the lives of his loved ones. Always bright and cheerful; truly the best grandfather Laxus could have asked for. Someone who had always been there for him and helped him become a better person. 

He was gone now, though, and the warmth left with him. 

Laxus didn't want to think about that anymore. It was depressing enough to be standing in front of the cemetery on this freezing day. Thus he took in a deep breath, trying to recompose himself even as the lump in his throat tightened and his eyes watered. 

Step by step, he started making his way towards the grave. Per Makarov's wish, he had been buried alongside his beloved wife whom Laxus had never met and the mother he barely remembered. Laxus didn't expect that anyone would be there because even though Makarov had certainly been beloved as a guild master and grandfather to many young members, everyone knew that Laxus wished to pay his respects in private and therefore they only visited the grave after the dragon slayer had done so. 

Expecting to be alone, Laxus was deeply surprised when he heard voices upon reaching the grave. Familiar voices too. Normally this would annoy him, but somehow his heart warmed at the thought of who was there. 

He rushed, eager to reach his destination, and continued to listen to the sounds. 

"So, why was his name Makarov?" A child asked. 

"Well, that is because of Master Mavis. Do you remember I told you about her?" A man answered. Even though Laxus couldn't see him yet, he could picture him exactly. That long, wavy green way hair and eyes like emeralds. The adoring look and soft smile which were usually on his face whenever he glanced at his husband. 

Laxus couldn't deny how grateful he was to have someone like Freed in his life. The love and care he had given him over the years that they had been together were incomparable. Irreplaceable too. 

Freed had always been by his side and had waited so long for him. The dragon slayer knew that no matter what he did, he could never repay his husband for all the years of uncertainty and heartache. All he could do was try to make him as happy as he felt. 

He was close enough to see Freed now. His husband stood in front of the grave, holding in his arms a beautiful little girl of 5 years old. She had bright blue eyes like and spiky blonde hair; a perfect mix of her parents. Her name was Nova, after Laxus' long deceased mother. 

It always made him proud and incredulous when he remembered that she was his daughter. Someone he hadn't expected to ever meet nor love so much. He remembered clearly a time when he would have disregarded that this could be his future, but now he couldn't be happier with the direction his life had taken.

This was the path he had chosen and the one that made him happy. Because he was happy; perhaps more than he had ever thought possible. 

"Yes, daddy, I remember." Nova's sweet voice broke him out of his thoughts. Watching as Freed smiled before booping her nose, Laxus thought once again about how lucky he was to have such a wonderful family.  

"Good, so you remember that she was the guild's first master, right?" Freed asked the five year old who nodded. 

"Yep yep." She was adorable. Everyone who met her said so and Laxus agreed with them. Though he had to admit he was not the biggest fan of children, his daughter was simply...amazing. 

Wondering about Nova led him to think about her mother and how grateful he was to her too. Mirajane had always been kinder to him than he ever deserved and when she had volunteered as the surrogate, he had decided it was time to treat her with the same kindness.

She had also been a good influence which helped him change for the better and become the man that Freed deserved. Over the years, Laxus and Mirajane had grown closer and become close friends which was also unexpected but still a pleasant surprise. Nowadays he might even say she had become his romance coach since she was the one he turned to when dealing with romantic issues. 

Laxus also enjoyed co-parenting with her even though sometimes that could be confusing. There were some hard times when Nova wondered why her biological parents weren't together which led to some difficult conversations, but overall parenting was a successful experience for all parties involved. 

More importantly, everyone had found a way to be happy. Mirajane, though not having found the right partner yet, was content being an aunt to her nephew and niece as well as a mother to Nova. Her life felt complete; she always reiterated; and Laxus chose to believe that. 

His life felt complete too, with the most faithful partner and beautiful family. The only way it could be better was if his grandfather was still there, but there was nothing he could do about that. 

"Laxus..." Hearing his name, the dragon slayer realised that he had unconsciously kept walking and was now only a few meters away from the grave. 

"Hey." He sniffled, still trying to contain the tears. "Didn't expect to see you here." 

"I know." Immediately, Freed's expression sombered and he offered an apologising look. "I'm sorry for intruding, but Nova really wanted to pay a visit to her great grandpa." 

Laxus glanced at his daughter, who excitedly called him. "Hi, papa! I missed you." 

"I missed you too, darling." He offered her a soft smile before turning back to his husband. "And I'm glad you're here."

"You are?" Freed seemed genuinely surprised. 

"Yeah." Laxus embraced them both; enjoying the feel of the two most important people of his life in his arms. Pulling away a few minutes later, he genuinely told his husband. "I feel like I should apologise for shutting you out on this date every year."

"It's okay, I understand." Ever forgiving, Freed didn't accept it. 

"No, it's not." Laxus shook his head. "You and Nova are the two most important people in my life. I should be comfortable sharing every moment with you, even the darkest ones."

"Laxus, you don't have to. I know why you don't feel that way." Freed insisted, taking his husband's hand and squeezing it. "You always want to be strong for us, but everyone needs to break down once in a while." 

Looking into his emerald eyes and noticing all the love and empathy there, Laxus couldn't contain his emotions anymore. Taking both by surprise, he broke down in tears, prompting Freed to carefully lower Nova to the floor before hugging him tightly. The little girl was silent, understanding they needed a moment. 

Just like that, this day didn't feel so painful anymore and the coldness around them faded in comparison with the warmth in Laxus' heart. Being with his family, with the partner who loved and supported him through it all, helped ease the darkness and lighten the weight of losing his grandfather. 

For once in a long time, Laxus chose to let himself be vulnerable and appreciated the feeling of being loved and protected. Admit his tears and sobs, he managed to let out two simple words but which carried so much meaning. "Thank you." 

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[fly-pow-bye]

DuckTales 2017 - “How Santa Stole Christmas!”

Story by: Francisco Angones, Madison Bateman, Colleen Evanson, Christian Magalhaes, Bob Snow

Written by: Colleen Evanson

Storyboard by: Sam King, Kathryn Marusik, Stephan Park

Directed by: Jason Zurek

The Last Christmas...episode of DuckTales 2017.

Twas the night before Christmas, and all throughout the night, The kids are reminded of Scrooge and Santa's fight. Previous episodes have brought up Scrooge's Santa furore And this is the episode where we get the whole story.

The episode starts with Della, tucking her children into bed, Feeding them stories to put in their head. It's not the usual story, as her children moan, but reasons for that old elf to not be allowed in their home.

But outside of Webby, the kids aren't Santa-haters Even if he's known by the McDucks for being among traitors They hear thumps on the roof, and the kids will go to the Manor's ceiling, where they see a shadow

As the figure shows himself, their childlike wonder was not blessed...

...as it was someone else whose name starts with S.

Scrooge was preparing his defenses against any reindeer, and ensuring on Christmas, no Claus will be near. He ensures the kids they don't need him, as he is rich. See, he's able to give them all hats that itch.

It's practical, he says, though the kids think it's lame As they wanted a trampoline, a cell phone, and a video game. Before Scrooge can explain, he hears the doorbell. Carolers, Scrooge assumes, and the lies that they tell.

He opens the door, Webby readying weapons she possessed and it turned out to be our jolly old guest. Scrooge grits his teeth, and the children shout with glee...

...and then Santa falls down, nearly crushing Dewey.

It's here that I realize this rhyming is annoying you, and that's okay, because I'm getting tired of it, too. I can really only do this for a short review-ey, So the rest of this are normal paragraphs, ah phooey.

So Santa falls down and breaks his leg, and even Scrooge, with his pretty low opinion on Santa Claus, is concerned for his well being. He even has to motion to Webby to put down her grappling hook that she was apparently was preparing to put into Santa's chest. She then slowly brings out a sword. It's a joke on the same level as that spork one from a previous episode; it's a classic Webby moment.

After hearing that Frank Sinatra-esque Christmas-themed opening from the last Christmas episode, now with 100% more Della, Santa wakes up near the chimney fire. I like the detail that it's barred up to prevent Santa's usual Christmas travel, though as I was told as a kid who lived in a house that didn't have a chimney and this episode proves, he can use a door just fine. In this universe, he's real, and he proves this by giving Huey, Dewey, and Louie their video game, trampoline, and cell phone, respectively. He tries to do the same with Webby, but she pretends to like her hat better. Got to look good for the man she idolizes, after all.

That man, Scrooge, decides to reveal exactly what Santa did to get his ire: he stole something from him. All but one of the kids can't believe it, and the one exception couldn't figure out exactly what that something could be. Don't worry, this is not going to become one of those Christmas Carol pastiches, as DuckTales 2017 is a lot more clever than that and didn't feel like competing with that rat that must not be named. Instead, it's more like Santa Claus is Coming To Town, where we get to hear the origin of the holiday that Scrooge says was stolen from him. The title isn't wrong, it really is actually Santa that stole Christmas this time!

Santa doesn't have time for this, as he needs to get Christmas finished before sunrise. It is still Christmas Eve, after all. He asks Scrooge, with his belt so tight, to drive his sleigh tonight, and it takes some begging from Huey, Dewey, and Louie for him to oblige. Well, that, and Santa offers him to never come to the McDuck Manor if he does the deed. That's not the only offer, as Santa decides to tell the kids a story I thought would be the noodle incident of the cartoon.

The story begins with Scrooge during one of his business stints, selling heat-giving coal to the populace of a snow-filled village, with no buyers in one particular cottage. He finds a polar bear with a sleigh singing about bells that jingle, and Scrooge comes over to help him out. Introducing himself as Santa Claus, Scrooge finds out that he does have similar goals, though Santa prefers to warm people's hearts with toys rather than coal. Santa tries that same cottage, offering a gift for free, and they happily let him in, and he was so kind that they even allow him to bring that guest that was yelling at them to buy his coal.

The big guy ends up being the life of the party at the cottage with his new hit song, filled with people of short stature with colorful costumes, until the fire burns out. Scrooge's coal ends up saving the party, though Santa had to use his own way of selling it by just grabbing it right out of his bag and throwing it in the fireplace. This warms the hearts and the house of the cottage dwellers, though Scrooge could tell it's more because he's a friend of that jolly guy than anything else. It's quite clear Scrooge has more reason to start his hatred of that red guy beyond being named after that classic Christmas-time villain.

The hatred doesn't start just yet, though, but he is a little bewildered by an idea that Santa Claus has: not only does he want to bring this heat source to this cottage and the people who were just visiting it, but to everyone in the world in one night! Scrooge knows this is impossible, but Santa feels he knows some way he can do this. This begins a brand new friendship, and this is where Webby is confused.

Webby: Wait, Scrooge doesn't have any friends!

Understandably, Goldie is more of a frenemy, being friends with Launchpad is far too easy to count, and it's debatable if anyone is Gyro's friend, either.

We cut to what's happening in the present, where Scrooge gets on the sleigh with all of the reindeer kids would know. All the kids know Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Comet, Cupid, Donner, and Blitzen. If they think of any other reindeer's name, well, let's let another Christmas special sort that one out:

Olive, the other reindeer: By the way, where's Rudolph?

Comet: There's no Rudolph. It's just one of those urban legends.

Along with Santa and himself, Scrooge decides to only let the one kid who knows Santa is a fraud, Webby, on the sleigh. The kids protest, and Santa implies to them that if they go to bed, they would be on the nice list. They already got their gifts, and if Santa ends up doing his end of the bargain, it wouldn't even matter, but the nephews decide to go back to bed. One could argue that Santa could boop his nose and instantly turn the video game, cell phone, and trampoline into coal, and that one is confusing this episode with another special with siblings that wear the primary colors.

As the reindeer fly into the sky, Webby continues her anti-Santa creed, saying that she wouldn't be wooed by dolls, candles, or crossbows. That last one does end up piquing Webby's interest enough, and Santa does reveal that, yup, that's what she was getting. Scrooge tells Santa it's going to take more than that, and Webby isn't trying too hard to prove that's true. In fact, she actually blurts that she's worried that Santa wouldn't be able to finish Christmas in time, and Santa tells her, and it's all because of another artifact from that legendary Finch journal. No, I'm just kidding, there's no journal in this episode; along with the Halloween episode that also doesn't feature it, this episode was written before anything else in this season.

That artifact is the Feliz Navidiamond, a diamond that can slow down time to the point where the mission to give coal to everyone on Earth is a possibility rather than pure fantasy, and Scrooge happens to have a map that leads right to it. Said map leads to Cascabel Cavern, a cavern known for having creatures of legend defend it, including the Los Renos Voladores. Those who know their Spanish, as Scrooge does, may see where this is going. Santa didn't just have the flying reindeer show up at his doorstop one day, he had to encounter them at the cavern along with his new friend. While Scrooge attempts to use his cane to fend one of them off, he notices that Santa appears to be taming the flying beasts with his jingle bells. Again, the contrast between the charitable and caring Santa and the practical yet uncaring Scrooge shows itself here, along with the contrast between how much they're enjoying this partnership.

Webby says she can figure out why Santa decided to keep them, as reindeer are known for their long horns and good efficiency. Scrooge asks her why she even cares about this, and Webby, once again, tries to say that his fantastic flying reindeer aren't really her thing. For a super-spy in training, she is surprisingly bad at this. Her Santa hatred breaks throughout the episode as she slowly develops from someone who blindly goes with what Scrooge says to realizing that this elf may be a little more than what her idol says he is. I could see parallels with this character arc in this one episode and her development from the sheltered Scrooge fangirl who can't figure out how the real world works of Season 1 to the caring girl with some Scrooge fangirl tendencies she is in Season 3, and that's neat to see. I do think her just blindly believing in Scrooge’s stories in the beginning is a little bit of a negative, though.

While the story is happening, the episode decides it's montage time. To the tune of Scrooge's least favorite song, guess which one, we see Webby and Scrooge give gifts to various people, including Webby taking her time to give both Violet and the still-looking-like-she-did-before-that-one-episode Lena a kiss, though the latter is understandable because, as mentioned before, they wrote these holiday specials first. We also get an extended scene where Scrooge has to wade through all the Beagle Boys in the naughty list to give a gift to Bouncer Beagle, who somehow managed to get on the nice list. I did question at first how time appears to be flowing quite well in these scenes judging by the giftee's reactions, but I could understand that the Feliz Navidiamond only works when they're on the sleigh. After Santa saves Scrooge from the Beagle Boys, he says they're even, referring to something that happened after the taming of the not-Rudolphs.

In the Cascabel Cavern, we get to see the rise of a guardian, who some people might call Jack Frost though they don't call it that. No, not the Jack Frost from those guardians, I say to the people who still remember that movie exists.

No, it's a Jack Frost like the movie with the snowman. I'm sure Santa could sense that Michael Keaton film from nearly a century later, as he tries to calm the roaring snowman with a delightful gift. Hopefully it's Campbell's Soup, and then we'll find out inside that guardian was just a really, really cold little boy that's mother decided to leave out in the cold for way too long. Unfortunately, that too was the wrong Jack Frost, as this one's more like the 1997 one that had 100% less Michael Keaton and 100% more killer snowmen.

We get our big fight scene of the week, as Scrooge rescues Santa by pelting the snowman with his flaming coal, riding a flying reindeer. Which reindeer is it? It's so awesome, nobody really needs to care. With this help, Santa grabs onto the Feliz Navidiamond, slowing down time to the point where it almost seems like time has stopped, and they can just waltz out of the cave with it. In their words, they're running on Christmas time. I should point out that they don't create Christmas, as they refer to it all throughout this flashback, they just create the tradition that happens on Christmas. They don't go further than that, and that's all I will say on that subject. Rule of three dictates that there should be some other monster after this, and...well, let's just say the next enemy Christmas has to face may not be a monster or some animals with abilities beyond regular animals.

As Scrooge leaves to deliver one final Christmas present, telling Webby to keep a present as he's got it, Webby decides to ask one question that's been on her mind: why would Santa do all of this without getting paid? Santa replies that he gets the greatest gift of all, and I jokingly thought this was going to lead to him talking about the Santa Bills that he sends to the children's parents. Of course, that would deter kids from asking for those Disney playsets, so we get a heartwarming speech from Santa about Christmas being about the warmth of the heart one gets from giving gifts. A much better alternative, I'd say, it's a good speech and one fitting for a Christmas special.

There is one major thing in this Christmas origin story that hasn't been brought up yet: how did Santa giving coal to everyone to warm up their homes become only giving coal to the bad children and giving toys to the good children? They really only show the idea of the latter once, with Doofus getting a nasty looking box in his stocking, and even then, it doesn't look like coal.

The next Christmas, Scrooge barges in the door, singing his own version of Jingle Bells involving his favorite practical black rocks, and Santa has a small suggestion to make about Christmas. Instead of just giving out coal, why not bring them a special surprise on Christmas morning: a special gift for free as a promotion for their coal distribution business! Scrooge immediately balks at the idea of giving out handouts. Oh, rich people. This eventually leads to Scrooge getting into a big fight with Santa, and they break up.

This isn't the monster part, as that happens much later in the history of Christmas. In fact, they're remembering it right now, as they find that Santa's sack appears to be still filled with Christmas presents. If those are the presents with all the toys, what did they gave the children? No, not just a practical gift meant to warm people's homes rather than their hearts...

...but a practical gift meant to warm people's homes rather than their hearts and an invoice for it, too! We even fade to Scrooge, making a rather evil grin that feels like it came from another famous Christmas special. He really is a mean one, Mr. Scrooge. Now, being an outright villain may seem a bit out of character for him; he's usually only a villain when he has to play one in a wrestling ring. But, come on, do you expect a guy named Scrooge to be the good guy in a Christmas story, never mind give out handouts? I will say that his evil grin does go against any interpretation that he's doing this for good, as he implies. I mean, he's so much of a Grinch...

...he even has his own Cindy Lou Who named Jennifer, a poor girl in desperate need for anything, including warmth. She even takes this lump of coal he gives her and turns it into a toy. She's that desperate for some warmth in her heart, and no speech from Scrooge about how practical that coal could be to warm her home could change that. It doesn't take a genius to find out if this causes Scrooge's heart to grow three sizes.

To make a long story short, we get another speech from Santa about why he even bothered to have Scrooge help him, and there's even another twist about Santa here that makes this trip just that much more special. The ending is quite clever, too, and it does fit into the family side of the Christmas tradition. Since this is most likely the last DuckTales 2017 Christmas episode, it's a great ending in many ways.

How does it stack up?

I was greatly entertained as this episode arrived, As I humbly give this episode a Scrooge number of five. Now I'll say, to everyone reading this site, Happy holidays to all, and to all a good night.

Well, that's it for now, as DuckTales enters yet another hiatus. In fact, this is the last big review I'll make this year. Have a Slightly Better New Year, because it sure couldn't be worse than this one.

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[fortunatelyhauntedblackcherry]

Moonshine - A Beetlejuice Fanfiction 12

Warning: swearing, several mentions of murder, scaring people out of their pants, Beej being a creep, shotgun use, abusive ex.

The ground was shaking, the house was somehow glitching and green smoke filled the living room. The girls heard a loud, croaky, devilish laugh right before the room turned completely dark. Even the lightning stopped. Sofía held Rei close in fear, while Ari was looking around with lustruous eyes. All of a sudden, a gravelly voice filled the air.

- Welcome, welcome, welcome, lovely ladies! - a weirdly handsome, husky man with fluffy hair, which went from black roots to glowing, bright green tops and stubble colored the same way stood on the dining table. He wore a dirty striped suit with a stripey shirt; a green tie, which had several spots of moss on it; black suspenders; and dirty black leather shoes with stacked heels. He was grinning, showing his sharp double canines; his golden, kind of catlike eyes were shining in excitement. Some random spots of dirt and maybe rotting patterned his face. He put a spotlight on himself, and as he threw his hands above his head, a couple of red neon lights lighted up around him. Some of them were arrows, pointing at him, some of them were captions saying "Beetlejuice Beetlejuice Beetlejuice". - Can all of you see me now?

- SHIT HE'S REAL. - screamed Rei.

- Wow. - gasped Ari right before the man jumped down from the table. He landed right in front of her. He locked his gaze in hers and offered her a hand. - You look WAY better than I imagined, based on the voice. - she put her palm in his. - Not so dead... - Beetlejuice lifted Ari up from the ground and as he did, he locked her in his arms, swooped her off her feet and planted a kiss on her lips. Which was followed by a bitchslap from the wide-eyed breather girl. Beetlejuice let Ari go, still smiling like an idiot.

- Sorry, sorry, I got overjoyed, I just had to, I couldn't help myself. Am I overstepping my bounds? - Ari nodded and smiled while she wiped her lips. This man can't be real. Crazy motherfucker is worse than I imagined. - It's just that this whole thing is so beautiful! - his voice got emotional and he put his hands on his chest, where Ari imagined his heart would've been. - You called me! You didn't have to, but you called me!

- The fuck you mean she didn't had to? - asked Rei who let go of Sofía to inspect the demon more closely. Beetlejuice raised an eyebrow, pulled a grimace, snapped his fingers and a couple pieces of furniture appeared before the winter garden's door, making a barricade.

- Solves all ya problems. - he turned back to Ari. - NOW! I'm gonna go, kill those suckers, have some fun, earn some screams, and leave chaos in my wake!

- Yes, good, get on it! - stated Ari, held Beetlejuice's wide shoulders, and turned him around to face the backdoor. - Get'em, tiger. - Sofía jumped in front of them, making Beetlejuice almost fall over.

- Wait, you really want him to do that?!? - Ari gestured with her hand and raised her eyebrows.

- Duuuh, I didn't summon him to play fucking yahtzee! - BJ chuckled and put his elbow on Ari's shoulder.

- I like your jokes but I like hu-mor. - he cooed with a tilted head and a cheesy smile. Ari flashed a kind of annoyed look at him and blinked fast.

- Later, Beetlejuice, later, please, we have so much shit to do and haunt and kill now.

- You can't do that! - said Sofía, still standing before Ari and BJ. - It's not just morally wrong, but don't ya think, Ariadné dearest, that if a bunch of guys get brutally murdered here, we'll have to bury them and having a shitton of mounds in our backyard would raise suspicion? AND since we have such a bad luck, I'm pretty sure the police would find the bodies somehow. - Beetlejuice layed back to the wall, inspecting his dirty black nails, sighing. There's so much trouble with living folks, they always find somethin' to ruin the fun. It's easier with dead guys, you have some problems with them, you just throw 'em to a sandworm and your problems are solved! WAIT...

- Hey, guys, sorry to barge in, but I just wanna state that if you push someone, that’s bullying, if you kill someone, that’s murder, sure, but if there is no evidence and nobody sees it... - he shrugged. - ...it’s a simple accident. - he showed a toothy grin, lightning flashing on his sharp double canines. - And those goddamn sandworms could swallow anyone alive.

- What's a sandworm? - asked Ari excitedly. BJ shrugged.

- Oh ya know, nothing much, just 10-meters-tall two-headed snakes with a killer appetite. If they eat someone, they automatically get deported to the Netherworld, or I dunno how ya folks call it, Purgatory. No problem with the body, or the ghost. - Ari smiled widely and launched herself at Beetlejuice. She hugged his neck tightly.

- YOU ARE A GENIUS! - Beetlejuice just stood still, not knowing what to do with the sudden hug.

- Well, being dead has its perks. - he said with a small, weird laugh. Ari made a disgusted face and quickly let go.

- Ew, you smell like rotten meat. Gross.

- Aww thanks babe! - ha cooed and put his weight from one leg to another like a little kid.

Rei cleared her throat.

- Isn't that swallowing thing still murder though? - Beetlejuice appeared right behind her out of thin air.

- Jesus Christ, Rei, you sexy son of a bitch, grow up! - he said and pinched her booty, then quickly reappeared on the dining table. - Please, sweethearts, shut up already! - he said in a nagging manner. - I'm ready for some people to die! Let me have my fun, you guys are like a snorefest! - the knocking started again, since the bad guys on the other side of the door realized they can't break it.

- Who's there with ya honey? - asked Matt, after hearing BJ talk. - Did... DID YOU HOOK UP WITH SOMEONE?! I AM ALL THAT YOU NEED! ARIADNÉ, DON'T MAKE ME COME IN THERE!!! - BJ pointed at the door.

- See, the stupid motherfucker's even asking for it!

The girls looked at each other. Rei was the first to talk.

- Well, I have a very little patience for stupidity. I say let's get rid of these jerks. - Sofía rolled her eyes and tried to say something but Beetlejuice quickly pointed at her and a metal plate appeared on her lips, making her unable to talk. She flashed an angry look at the demon. But he just shrugged with a wicked smile.

- Silence gives consent.

- There's only one more thing! - stated Rei, which made Beetlejuice do a huge eyeroll.

- WHATTTT.

- Kill only Matt. His henchmen don't deserve death, I mean at least I think so. - she said while looking at Ari. She nodded with pouted lips. - Only scare them. If you can do that. - Beetlejuice held his chest and dramatically made the expression of fainting.

- If I can do that?! What do ya think, what am I, a newbie? - he jumped off the table, booping Rei's nose. - Babes, I've been scaring for like a millennia. I'm the bio-exorcist of the Netherworld, giving houses enemas and shit. - he turned away. - Don't underestimate my power cause I'll be offended! - Ari laughed, jumped next to Beetlejuice who hold his arm out, so she locked arms with him. He stared deeply into her widely opened, emerald green eyes. - So tell me, little wolf, do you want to punish those who have wronged you? - he said in an arousing tone. His gravelly voice made Ari slightly shiver and gulp.

- Y-yes...

- Alright ladies, then let's turn up the juice and see what shakes loose!

With a snap of the fingers, all 4 of them teleported to the kitchen. The metal plate from Sofía's mouth disappeared, which made her kind of relieved, but still left her grouching.

- You snake-ass bitches don't respect the Sister Code... - she grumbled.

- Hey, d'ya want me to put the plate back on your slutty mouth, woman?! - asked Beetlejuice in a sharp tone. Sofía crossed her arms before her chest.

- ...I hate you. - Beetlejuice nodded then turned back to Ari with a devilish smile. His eyes were literally glowing at this point, and maybe he had sharper and a bit more teeth than an average human would have.

- Okay, so first thing first, I'm invoking the "No Judgement” clause of our friendship.

- What? Why? - asked Ari. Beetlejuice layed back to the middle kitchen counter and fixed his jacket. He flashed his glowing, hungry eyes at Ari and winked.

- Cause Imma get a little nasty... - Beetlejuice was interrupted by an angry scream. Matthias was banging on the door so loud at this point that Rei was sure he already broke some of his fingers.

- OPEN UP OR I'LL SHOOT THIS FUCKIN DOOR OPEN! - Ari's lower lip juddered at the sudden shouting. She cupped Beetlejuice's chubby face in her palms, took a deep breath and with heated determination in her eyes she said:

- Make him piss his pants.

- Your wish is my command, babes.

- I'M GONNA COUNT TO THREE! - Beetlejuice looked at the door and snapped his fingers. - ONE! - the furniture floated back to their original places. - TWO! - BJ let out a voiceless laugh as he wiggled his fingers and made the whole house pitch black. - FUCK IT! - and with that, right after the sound of barrel-loading a shotgun, the door of the winter garden opened with a creek.

One of the most sobering things in the world must be to experience a classical horror cliché in a house that is rumored to be haunted. There were 5 men standing behind Matt; he met them all earlier that night at a shitty pub, and they were all horny and drunk enough for Matthias to convince them easily to follow him and break into the house of his ex-girlfriend. Stupid boys thought that they'll get some easy pussy that night. Then they saw the house and all of them started to get second thoughts... But they quickly brushed them off, those rumors were just to scare the little townsfolk.

As soon as the door opened, Matt's henchmen looked at each other. Matthias hastily stepped into the house and looked back at the guys. They were stalling and shared concerned looks. Beetlejuice snapped his fingers and appeared with the girls hidden behind one of the huge cupboards of the winter garden. He leaned closer to Ari and whispered:

- Watch. This. - he pointed at one of Ari's big oleanders and started to wiggle his fingers. The plant started to grow, and as it got bigger and bigger, it became an anthropomorphic cross between a Venus flytrap and an avocado. It had a huge, nasty-looking pod which had shark-like teeth. Ari gasped and smiled widely. She always wanted to see this plant in real life. The men didn't notice the plant first, but then one of them started to sniff the air, which was filled with the smell of blood now, and turned around. As soon as he spotted the plant, he screamed like a girl. Beetlejuice opened his mouth in awe and circled his nipples.

- Oh how I missed that sound... - he purred. Ari laughed.

- Do the Voice, do the Voice, do the Voice! - she said excitedly and jokingly smacked BJ's upper arm a couple times. The demon showed his teeth, held out his hand like a sock puppet and immitated talking with it. As he did, the plant started to talk.

- FEED ME SEYMOOUUR! - the plant growled at the men before it. All 5 of them screamed and launched themselves into the pitch black room. They shoved Matt before themselves, who fell on his stomach, dropped his weapon and headbanged the hardwood floor. Beetlejuice snapped his fingers again, which made him and the girls reappear behind the sofa. He peeked out, threw his hand up and made a pulling movement. The burglars all got dragged deeper into the room. It felt like something grabbed their ankles and pulled them...

In the blink of a moment, the door slammed shut behind them, and maniacal laughter filled the air, like it came from every direction. Beetlejuice winked at the girls and got back to his normal, gravelly tone.

- Learn to throw your voice, fool your friends, fun at parties!

- Now THAT is cool! I wanna do that too! - said Rei in an excited tone. Sofía rolled her eyes; she was still very pissed at her sisters so she decided to not give a damn, doesn't matter what awesome things Ari's demon buddy could do. Ari peeked over the edge of the sofa and giggled at the expressions of the men. They looked so afraid. Beetlejuice quickly pulled her back and shushed her with a small laugh. He gestured towards the fireplace which instantly lit up. One of the guys let out a tiny scream, which made BJ rub his palms in ecstasy. He bit his lower lip.

- Mi mamá was right. - said one of the burglars, a shorter latino guy with wobbly voice. - This place... is cursed.

- No it's not. - stated the one next to him. He sounded clearly afraid as well, he just tried to cover it with confidence. - Anyway, what is it with you and curses? You're never happy without a good curse. Superstitious idiot. - he changed into a more sarcastical tone. - "This is cursed, that is cursed!"

- Give it a rest, will ya!!! - shouted Matt, who was looking for the shotgun. - Don't be pussies! It's just the wind, and my baby always had weird plants. You know what we came for. Let's head upstairs, 2 people per girl, and have some fun! - he flashed an evil smile at his "friends". And that made Beetlejuice's blood boil.

- Not on my watch, Mattyboy! - he hissed. He closed his eyes for a moment. Welp, hope I'm not rusty. - Let's see, what are you jerks the most afraid of?

He disappeared from behind the sofa. The girls peeked out, and clearly saw a shadow figure circling the men. It was audible that something was moving behind them. The burglars turned around but didn't see a thing. Beetlejuice's shadow form took a quick look into every men's eyes. Several scriptures from the Middle Ages tell us that if a demon looks into your eyes, they can see your biggest fears. Who would've thought that it's true?

- Got it. - said Beej as he reappeared behind the sofa with a snap. He took a quick look on Ari's excited faced, and flashed a toothy grin. - This is gonna be so. Much. Fun. Let's give those guys the fright of their lives! - Beetlejuice disappeared again, just to reappear next to the windows. His figure was vaguely illuminated by the random thunderbolts. He tilted his head sideways and dropped his left hand next to himself. His painted black nails grew into huge claws, his catlike eyes were glowing, just like his dark burgundy hair. It always looked like this when he was in a destructive, devilish mood. He flashed a wicked, Cheshire-like smile and started to scratch the windows. It made the girls' get goosebumps but the burglars' look was a good enough compensation for the unpleasantness. Ari was pretty sure that the guys saw BJ for a moment before he disappeared with a laugh again. He sounded so evil. Beetlejuice appeared next to Ari again, digging into his fluffy hair, eyes closed, wide smile on his face. Shit, that's hot, thought Ari. - I'm still the Ghost with the Most.

- What if they go upstairs? - asked Sof with a raised eyebrow, pointing at the burglars approaching the stairs. - Hmm? Did ya plan out something for that as well, Mr. Ghosty-ghost?

- Well I have ideas... - said Ari and leaned close to Beej. She whispered something into his ear which made him bite his lower lip. At this point his teeth were more shark-like than human-like.

- Shit babes, you're a natural... - he moaned and flung his hand towards the stairs. Matthias just stepped on the first step, but was stopped by the sight of 2 little girls standing on the top of the stairs, holding hands. Their eyes were all black.

- Come play with us, Matty. Forever... and ever... and ever... - they said in the same rhythm, with the creepiest child-voice you can ever imagine. The burglars stepped back. Ari couldn't hold back any longer and shouted:

- NOW!

The children started screaming histerically and in the same moment, blood started to wave down the stairs, soaring on the walls, splashing at the men. They all screamed bloody murder and tried to ran away, scattering in every possible direction. Beetlejuice's eyes were glowing with pleasure.

- Do you hear that sound, Ari? That BEAUTIFUL sound? - he said with a moan and bit his fist. - That is the sound, of clean, white, shorts turning brown.. - he looked at Ari. - Ain't it the sweetest noise around? - he laughed maniacally which made Ari and Rei giggle as well. - You guys stay here so you won't stay in the way, but you... - he grabbed Ari's hand and pulled her up to her feet. - ...you deserve to enjoy the show from first row, babes.

With a snap, they appeared in the corner, next to good old Long John Silver's skeleton. Beetlejuice wiggled his fingers and the pirate slowly came to life. One of the burglars, with terror in his eyes, tried to run away as far as possible from the reanimated corpse, but clumsily, he lost his foothold because of the dripping blood from his clothes and fell on his back. It made a huge thud. Ari burst out laughing, like the child she was in heart, but tried to cover her mouth with her hand. Beetlejuice was laughing too, but decided to top his performance and wiggled his fingers again. The pirate started rattling as he lifted his sword up, let out a warcry, and started to run in the lying man's direction. He let out an agonizingly high-pitched scream as he got up. BJ and Ari laughed more histerically.

- Did you hear that?! - wheezed the girl and slapped BJ's shoulder. - Oh my god let's make some more people scream!

BJ held Ari's hand, and pulled her over to the TV. The demon tapped the screen which instantly lit up in blue. Weird streaks appeared on it, then a hand from the inside, tapping the glass. Then another one. Then one more. Two guys, who now held each other, screamed out. BJ put his arm around Ari's shoulders.

- Panic and stress, oh ain't it the best? - he said an laughed with his head thrown backwards.

- You are such a weirdo! - she laughed and elbowed him in the side. He let her go, tilted his head sideways, hunched down and bit his lips in a weird, kinda creepy manner. Ari wheezed and scruffed his fluffy hair. Beetlejuice hunched down more.

- Now behind my ear... - he said with a moan. Ari pulled her hand back with a laugh. She looked around, admiring the sight of bloody men running around, but then her eyes found a specific person standing before the steps, staring at her with a shotgun in his hand. The smile from her face disappeared. She took a step back, and Beetlejuice instantly stepped before her, covering her with his body. He formed a little cup with one of his hands, held out the other dramatically and blew into his palm. A huge blob of fire appeared right before them, blowing up in Matthias's face. He screamed and BJ laughed. - No worries babes, I got ya. NOW WHERE WERE WE. - he turned around and after some looking, he pointed at a guy. He was trying to open up the front door, but it was shut. Beetlejuice made huge gestures and summoned a crazy eyed, killer looking dog. Ari awwed and crouched down. The dog acted all surprised when the girl scruffed his head, but in half a second he got really happy and wagged his tail. Beetlejuice raised an eyebrow and made an unimpressed face. - You are a hellhound, you are SO not supposed to do that. - Ari laughed, hugged the dog one more time, then pointed at the guy Beetlejuice was eyeing.

- Go, catch! - she said in an angelic voice. The hellhound started barking and running towards his target. Poor guy jumped up on the hall cabinet.

Beetlejuice snapped again. They now appeared in the downstairs bathroom. A burglar was leaning against the bathroom door, huffing, and as they appeared, he pointed at BJ in fear.

- YOU! - he shouted. - My dad told me about you! The stripey demon with the stupid hair who haunts the creepy house at the edge of the town! Nobody believed a young weedhead pizza guy but you ARE real! - Beetlejuice shrugged and flashed an evil smile.

- Well, why didn't you listen to him? I bet he told ya to stay away from this... - he rubbed his palms together. - ...creepy house... - he opened his palms, water pouring out of them. Ari climbed up on the washing machine, which was a good idea, noticing that something huge started to move in the water. A crab-like figure. The guy screamed bloody murder. BJ laughed and snapped. Him and Ari reappeared in the living room, right behind the sofa. Rei was clapping like an idiot. Shit, even Sofía looked a bit more enthusiastic now. What can I say, the guy IS good.

- Are you lovely ladies having fun? - Ari and Rei nodded exaggeratedly, Sofía huffed and rolled her eyes. - Well the real show is just about to begin! Take your seats! - Beetlejuice teleported the girls onto the sofa while himself appeared on the coffee-table. He started tapping a rhythm with his feet and out of nowhere, the sound of a guitar could be heard. Then came drums. BJ was kinda dancing around on the table, feeling himself. One of the burglars ran towards him with a glass thing he found on one of the shelves. BJ fixed his jacket and with a movement of a hand, he summoned fire towards him. Then laughed at the guy falling over. Now full on music was blasting. Theatrical weirdo, thought Ari. Rei clapped, BJ bowed. Then he raised his hands slowly, making big spiders emerge from the ground. Sof whined a little and closed her eyes.

- EWEWEWEWEW.

One of the burglars, who was sitting in the corner, legs pulled up to his chest, cried out.

- THIS IS JUST A LUCID DREAM! I'M DREAMING! - BJ turned his head backwards, then floated before him with a normal facing, tilted head, and grabbed the guy's chin.

- Really? - the girls didn't see what's happening really, but what they saw, was that BJ's head was getting bigger and that he opened his lower jaw like a snake. - Then tell me, buddyboy, why do I hear you screaming? - the burglar screamed out and turned white as a wall. Beetlejuice appeared next to Ari on the sofa. He wiped his teary eyes and laughed again. Ari grabbed his thigh with an excited smile.

- You are fantastic! Unbelievable! That was a sound that says I will never sleep well again! - she breathed in. BJ's eyes were glowing at her. Literally glowing. - I can't believe you are such a talented scarer. Hollywood should learn from you. - the demon looked down at his shoes and crumpled his jacket. A slight streak of pink appeared in his hair. Ari jumped back. - OH MY GOD YOUR HAIR CHANGES COLOR! - he pulled the differently colored streak and sighed.

- Yeah, it's like a moodring... Stupid thing always tells on me...

- THAT IS THE COOLEST THING I'VE EVER SEEN! - said Ari with excitement in her voice. - What does light pink mean?

- NOTHING. - stated Beej. With a little bit too much voice. He cleared his throat. - Imma tell ya later, but as you said, we still have so much shit to do, to haunt, to kill... - he winked at Ari who rolled her eyes and crossed her arms before her chest. Beetlejuice booped her nose, than pulled her up onto the table. He whirled her around in ecstasy, both laughing, BJ howling sometimes. - Nice moves, little hellion! - he laughed. The music in the background got louder and louder with each moment. BJ let Ari go for a moment. The guys were losing it at this point, most of them crying and running around. Beetlejuice looked at his pal. - Hey Ari, check this out! - he raised his hands, pointing at one guy after another, twitching with each move. All 6 of them stood up straight. BJ looked at Ari with a wicked smile. - Dance break!

To the rhythm of the music, the burglars all started to dance. They did the same moves BJ did, with a weird green fog in their eyes. Beetlejuice occasionally looked at the girls, who were laughing their asses off. BJ did The Thing™, which made them all snort. Beetlejuice didn't notice that it also made Ari check out his pelvic moves.

The music ended, Rei and Sof was holding each other, both of them teared up by laughter. Ari slapped her thighs. Beetlejuice bowed several times.

- Thank you, thank you, thank you! That was an old Scandinavian folk song. - the girls teared up again. Beetlejuice smiled like an idiot. Now his hair was more green then burgundy. He was having a great time. - I mean, yeah, I put my own spin on it, but... Hey, ya liked it!

And that's when their laughter was stopped by the sound of barrel-loading a shotgun.

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Fifty-one, part 2

Warning: I think characters curse in this part too. Also the giant embodiment of all sins is mean and eats people.

“For too long,” the beast snarled, “we have been censured, condemned, retaliated against. But those acts of violence against us only made us stronger, bigger, the hate in their hearts adding to the list of sins.”

“Hold there just a minute, Doctor lost,” the Doctor interrupted, “you keep using ‘we’? What’s that all about?”

“What you see in front of you is not, as you think, one singular beast. That is the first of your many faults,” whatever it was - or, they were - scoffed, “we are many. A hundred billion wicked deeds from from every edge of the earth.”

They continued to explain how it was high time for humanity’s last war, a confrontation with every wrongdoing of theirs. How the last thing the earth would see is the darkness within their hearts taking down buildings, ripping trees from the soil, and savagely killing millions of innocent people.

“All things good and pure will eventually fall victim. Light will burn out and give way to darkness. Corruption shall reign supreme.”

“Yeah, that’s not going to happen.”

“What?”

“There are enough people,” the Doctor explained, arms folded, “that have kindness in their hearts worth the whole world.”

“KINDNESS CAN BE CORRUPTED!” they snarled, baring their teeth more than usual. “You are oh, so, kind Doctor. And look what it made you, my greatest resource.”

“Cruelty and cowardice bring nothing but failure,” the Doctor rebutted, “Bravery and love will prevail until the end of time.”

The legion of sins gave what sounded like a cross between a growl and a laugh. Their body writhed in anticipation, “Not if Earth loses her bravest defender!” The massive thing lurched forward, and the Doctor dodged its massive teeth on impulse before actually realizing what was going on. He rushed for the heavy metal door and began slapping and pounding on it. He then realized not only couldn’t the monster get out, now he couldn’t. He didn’t have time to berate himself as he shoved himself against the door away from the gnashing teeth that were trying to destroy him. Acting only on pure time lord strength and adrenaline, the Doctor ripped a large pipe from the wall nearby and jammed it into the creature’s face. That seemed to make them recoil back far enough for the Doctor to open the door and slip out, but he ended up closing the door on the thing’s snout.

“Doctor!” Amy shouted.

“You! What was your name?” The Doctor pointed to the older officer, who responded, “Brian.”

“Hold the door shut, Brian!” The Doctor made sure Brian had the door in his grip before dashing away, screaming, “The batteries should be running out right about now!”

Sure enough, the gadget responsible for the forcefield fizzled out, and hundreds of people came running, trampling each other, in a stampede. Some of them had gotten into the facility before the guards could fire back, and were already storming the halls. They were about to turn a corner when they ran into the Doctor, arms folded as if he was confident he had a plan.

“So,” he said firmly, “you’ve come to ‘see them aliens’?”

He looked at them, then smirked, “Well. I’m right here.”

“You’re not an alien!” one of them shouted, and the Doctor responded, “Not the one you were expecting, but yes I am.”

“Move aside, sir,” one of the kids tried to push past him, “we want to see the aliens.”

Suddenly, the Doctor’s eyes widened as he heard a scream and a snarl. He pushed the kids back along the hallway, away from the sound. “The aliens are this way, go! Go!”

Hot on their trail, the legion had taken out Brian and was hungry for more. The sheer length of them had filled the hallways, slithering around every corner. The Doctor and the kids had entered a smaller room with a door not quite as heavy as the one that held back the beast. He filed them one by one inside, and then dashed inside, closing the door.

“There’s no aliens in here, sir,” said one of the kids, flipping on a light switch.

“Right, of course there aren’t,” the Doctor explained looking out the little window in the door, “I lied about them.”

“What?” Another one shouted.

“I lied. We’re hiding from something that could kill us all and the only alien in here is still me.”

“You’re NOT AN ALIEN!”

“STOP. SAYING. THAT.”

The growling from outside got louder. Closer. The Doctor put his finger to his lips, signifying to be quiet, and pressed himself against the door, below its window. Upon seeing the creature outside the door, the kids elected to duck down too.

It took what felt like ages for their long body to slink past the door. When they finally saw the tail rush past, the Doctor lead the children back the other way. As they were walking, one child asked, “What was that?”

“That,” the Doctor recalled from earlier, “is the embodiment of the universe’s sins. A conglomeration of every wrongdoing or sinful thought.”

He continued quickly pacing towards where his companions should have been, tapping his fingers against his chest nervously.

“Amy? Rory?” He called out to them. He spun around several times looking for them, before hearing a whisper from around a corner: “Over here.”

He ran straight to where Amy was and dragged the kids along behind him

“Right, so it turns out we have company,” the Doctor stepped aside to show Amy and the others the kids. “Good news, though - I think I may know how to neutralize the thing!”

“What’s the bad news?” Rory asked

“Bad news?”

“You said good news as if there’s a bad news.”

“Ah! Yes, right!” the Doctor said, clapping his hands together, “The bad news is we might not be able to, er, save everyone.”

Outside, the guards were shooting violently and arresting anyone caught in the crossfires. The runners were inching closer, and it seemed the guards couldn’t hold them off.

Suddenly, a dark figure burst out from the brick walls of the facility, its long body circling in the air before it dove into the retreating crowd and scooped a dozen or so millennials in its teeth.

Back inside, the Doctor worked quickly, zapping the forcefield device again, recharging the crystals and rewiring the circuits.

“Alright, I need someone to push this button here when I tell you to,” he addressed them.

He then turned away and began down the hall again. One of the boys tried to follow him, but he ordered all of them to stay behind.

He sprinted to a stairway that led up to the roof. He climbed out, ordering the guards on top to stop shooting.

“Oi!” He yelled as loud as he could, and the creature turned around to face him, “It’s me you want, huh? Come and get me!” He ducked back down into the hallways, hearts pounding and throat hot from all the running. The legion of sins crashed back through the ceiling and slithered after the Doctor. Around bends and through halls they went until the doctor tripped. The beast nearly had him in his grasp. He stumbled, trying to get back up.

“YEET!!” came a voice from the intersecting hallway. One of the boys had thrown something at the creature, momentarily distracting it, giving enough time for the Doctor to get up and get ahead. Unfortunately, the creature went around the bend in attempt to follow the young boy. The Doctor gripped the sides of his hair in distress, there had to be some way to save him.

Suddenly, he heard footsteps from the next hallway. He hurried over, and sure enough, the kid had led the creature all the way back around. “Oh, you are brilliant, you are!” The Doctor exclaimed, “Now let’s go, run, RUN!”

They hurried back to their friends, the Doctor yelling to push the button (rather, it was more like

“pushthebuttonpushthebuttonpushthebutton!”)

As soon as the giant figure rounded the bend, the button was pushed and a beam of light shot out into its forehead, causing it to writhe and rumble in the air, until finally it burst into a pile of ashes along the halls of the facility.

They all celebrated, high-fiving one another and pulling each other into an embrace. When they were silent, the Doctor realized, “Ooh, that’s gonna be a lot to Hoover up.”

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The Doctor clicked his toy, watching it shoot out into his other hand, and putting it back again. Click, clack. Click, clack. The only other sound that could be heard was the wind through high grass, even though there was no wind he could feel, nor grass in sight. Above him and the platform he used to lower himself into the hammock, was a screen designed to project stars and twisting galaxies, all in pretty swirling colors. Below him, the bottom seemed to drop out, there was no ground, no floor, nothing below him for meters. He was held up in his hammock by strong ropes, and the hammock was made out of an equally strong, stretchy fabric that held the Doctor tight, almost like a hug. He shifted his body to make the hammock sway gently.

He smiled as he thought about the lovely family he had met when he first started this adventure. How were they doing? How was Jessica doing? He hoped they were well. And then he got an Idea.

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“Oh, and by the way,” he said, as if he had not been fighting the embodiment of all wrongdoing and hatred, and it actually was just several seconds after he left, “I want you to have this.”

He held out the happy meal toy in his hand, placing it on their table. Jessica smiled, and nearly teared up as she thanked him.

“You’re absolutely welcome,” he told her, turning to the small child and gently poking him on the nose, adding a little “boop” for effect, before leaving the restaurant.

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[help-on-four-paws]

How I Help My Girl as a Medical Alert and Response Dog

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TW: self-harm mention

This photo was taken while I was just finishing up doing Deep Pressure Therapy for my girl. I moved to her legs because her body had already started responding to the pressure I'd been putting on her chest earlier, so she just needed some final grounding before this episode passed. You can see from my face how seriously I take my job!

A Medical Alert Service Dog performs a trained behaviour to indicate that their handler is about to have or is currently having a medical episode,* and a Medical Response Service Dog helps a handler who has a medical disability.  Both types of Service Dogs can assist with a range of medical conditions, from epilepsy to type 1 diabetes, and from postural orthostatic tachycardia syndrome to narcolepsy, and everything in between.  It's not uncommon for a dog who is a Medical Response Service Dog to also be a Medical Alert Service Dog, because we dogs are perceptive creatures with strong noses and will often pick up on our handler's changes in body chemistry.  Remember, though, that a Service Dog under the ADA must be "individually trained" in the task(s) that they perform for their disabled handler.  This means that a dog who performs a natural medical alert does not qualify as a Service Dog in the US unless that alert is reinforced by the handler (or a trainer) since the Service Dog must be "trained to take a specific action" under the ADA.  As a Service Dog for my girl, I am both a Medical Alert and Medical Response Service Dog because I perform tasks both that alert her to a medical episode and that are in response to medical episodes.

Because my girl has such a broad range of symptoms, I also have a variety of alert behaviours so that I can tell her exactly what's going on with her body.

As I explained in my post about my Psychiatric Service Dog tasks, I alert my girl to rising anxiety and incoming panic attacks through a variety of her body's signals.  One of the very first tasks I learned to help my girl was pawing with increasing intensity in order to interrupt her when she starts nervous-scratching or picking at herself.  Her anxiety causes her to do this unknowingly, often to the point where she bleeds, and since the scabs that form become itchy, the cycle can continue quite easily -- so the trick is interrupting the cycle so that she can catch herself before she starts bleeding, which is exactly what I do!  This pawing also acts as an anxiety alert because the scratching indicates that her anxiety is rising close to the point of "no return."  I can also alert to increasing heart rate or elevated cortisol as signs that her anxiety is rising, as well as to her anxious "hand flapping" that she does as a physical anxiety tic, and I use a paw for these as well so that all anxiety alerts are clumped together into one behaviour.

A couple years ago, my girl added a hypoglycemia alert to my repertoire of tasks.  Her GI issues are understandably the (most likely) culprit of her drops in blood sugar, which itself causes an assortment of un-fun symptoms, but the situation is even more nuanced than that: thanks to my girl's chronic nausea, she often doesn't want to eat, but she has to be careful because blood sugar dipping too low can be a trigger for her migraines, which can last multiple days.  As you can imagine, my girl is grateful for any kind of preventative action!  My hypoglycemia alert can tell her when she absolutely needs to push past her nausea, even if eating causes its own form of discomfort, because that discomfort is the lesser of the two potential evils.  I currently alert with a nose "boop" when her meter reads 80 mg/dL or lower.  Sometimes I do a "chin rest" with a serious look on my face, and although this is my default "there's something wrong with you but I'm not formally trained to alert to it" behaviour, my girl has learned that sometimes I do this instead of a nose boop .  My girl hasn't yet figured out if this is because her low blood sugar stems from two different causes, and since I'm a dog, I can't really communicate my reasoning to her.  For the time being, we're treating it as a training glitch, and she keeps reinforcing the "boop" whenever I offer the "chin rest" instead.  When I learned my hypoglycemia alert, I also learned the Breath Check command, where my girl leans down so I can sniff her breath better.  This behaviour helps reassure my girl that my alert was a true alert and not just an accidental nose boop, because if I still give the nose boop after a Breath Check, then my girl knows to definitely check her blood sugar.

If you've read this far, you've already learned that my girl has migraines, and they most likely have a genetic component to them because they run in her family.  Although my girl knows some triggers for her migraines -- pressure changes due to thunderstorms, low blood sugar -- these migraines are tricksters and don't always let her know what causes them.  That's where I can help!  I have a migraine alert where I gently "mouth" my girl on the hand in order to let her that a migraine is coming on.  This behaviour lets her know to take her migraine medication, which can help lessen the impact and also duration of the migraine (however, it's not perfect and sometimes her migraines ignore medication completely).  We haven't figured out a way for me to tell my girl how long her migraine is going to last, since it would be helpful to know if one is going to last 9 days or only a few hours, but hey, at least I can sometimes give her a bit of warning and that's better than nothing!

My newest medical alert (that I'm still perfecting, by the way) is to my girl's fatigue crashes.  For a period of time after my girl exerts herself either physically or mentally, even to an extent that most normal people would consider "minor," she experiences a major energy crash, often accompanied by a "flare up" of other symptoms like chronic pain, anxiety, overstimulation (aka lots and lots of tears), or headaches and even her migraines.  With these crashes, she can often barley think coherently, let alone function like a normal person, and even walking can sometimes feel like an insurmountable feat.  When I give her an alert to an impending fatigue crash, I'm letting her know that she's going down fast so she needs to get herself ready for that, whether it's getting water to put beside her bed, finding the nearest dark and quiet space, or emailing someone to cancel plans while she still has the brain power to do so.  Anyone who knows my girl knows that her face has it's own "alert" -- her cheeks turn lobster-red immediately before a fatigue crash.  However, my alerts help for two main reasons: first, fatigue crash-to-lobster face isn't a 1:1 ratio and my girl can crash without lobster-ing, and second, fatigue crashes can happen in a time frame ranging from immediately after an exertion to a day or so after doing the exertion.  My absence of an alert reassures my girl that she has at least a little more time to live her life normally, so my alerts offer her some predictability, which is nice to have when your chronic illness is largely unpredictable.

I want to take a moment to note that my medical alerts vary in how good I am at performing them.  Medical alerting has probably been my biggest training struggle, so my girl and I still practice with scent samples quite frequently (and if you want to learn how I was taught to alert to medical episodes, click here).

If I alert my girl to her rising anxiety or an impending panic attack, one of the ways she can respond to that alert is by asking me to perform Deep Pressure Therapy (DPT), which is a form of firm sensory input that results in a calming effect for the body.  I do DPT for my girl by lying on her chest preferably, especially because it forces her to take deep breaths instead of hyperventilating, but I can also lie across her legs if we're not in a situation where she can lie down fully.   My body weight acts to quiet her sympathetic nervous system, which is responsible for her "fight or flight" response, and instead activates her parasypathetic nervous system, which is responsible for her "rest and digest" response and therefore is associated with decreased anxiety.  As a result, her panic symptoms decrease, and she can eventually continue her life as normal.  DPT may look like "just cuddling," but - scientifically - it's so much more!  I can also do deep pressure therapy for her chronic pain, most often my girl's hips.  My body heat acts like a hot water bottle to soothe her joints.

When my girl has one of her migraines, I can respond by doing forward momentum pulling, where I act like a dog-sized tugboat by pulling into my harness.  Many people think of migraines as "just a headache," but migraines are actually a neurological problem.  My girl's migraines "scramble" her brain and make it short-circuit on her, even if she has taken medication to get rid of the pain.  Navigation can be a little tricky with a brain that's not cooperating, especially in a crowded area.  Add in light sensitivity due to the migraine and navigation can be just downright difficult.  But that's where I can help!  Because my forward momentum pulling as a guiding aspect to it, I make sure that my girl gets safely where she needs to go.  She can just close her eyes against the light if need be, and I'll weave around people and other moving obstacles as needed.  The pulling aspect of this task also helps with my girl's balance, which is often thrown off by her brain's migraine "scrambling."  I know how to find a few locations, lead her to a handful of important people in her life, and follow an indicated person.  Sometimes words are tricky when my girl has a migraine and she'll trip over her words while trying to tell me where to go or what to do, but luckily I know her well enough after four years of being her pup that I can interpret her vague gesturing pretty accurately.

Of course, I can also perform forward momentum pulling when my girl's fatigue is flaring, even if I often do it to save her energy.  When I pull her along, she doesn't use quite as much energy while walking and therefore doesn't get tired as quickly as she would walking on her own.  Of course, the energy saved isn't vast, but every little erg of energy is necessary when you start your day short on spoons.  When I do forward momentum pulling for my girl when she's experiencing fatigue, it can make a huge difference in whether or not she can accomplish a task.

Moving to a home with more space has meant that I've been able to expand my tasks in migraine response.  Over the course of the past year, I've learned how to open doors using a special tug, as well as closing them with my nose.  I have slowly begun learning how to turn light switches on and off all by myself.  Being able to close doors and turn off the lights is helpful for my girl's migraines because she can get very light and sound sensitive.  However, the pounding in her head gets worse with any small movement, so if I can save her getting out of bed, I prevent her from having to endure that pain.  Similarly, I can do both of these tasks when my girl is having a high pain or fatigue day and appreciates whenever I can save her from doing even small actions, like when I help her undress at night.

Opening and closing doors has led to another task that I'm currently working on: retrieving a bottle of ginger ale from a specific spot in the fridge.  In order to complete this task, I need to know how to open the fridge with a tug, grab the drink in its special holder (since its glass and therefore slippery), deliver the bottle to my girl in another room, and then return to close the fridge.  Assuming I'm in my girl's bedroom with her, I would also have to open and close her bedroom door as well.  That's a lot for a pup to remember to do!  It's taking a lot of practice (and many treats!), but I'm starting to learn what I need to do.  Once I've perfected this task, I'll be able to respond to my girl's bouts of bad nausea by bringing her a bottle of ginger ale.

You may have noticed that there's a lot of overlap between my psychiatric tasks, my mobility tasks, and my medical alert/response tasks.  One symptom can be helped by many tasks, and one task can simultaneously help many symptoms.  My girl's health issues are often interconnected and have similar symptoms, so it makes sense that my tasks can overlap to help multiple aspects of her health.  I have a lot of aspects of my job, it's true, but I'm a pup that needs a job and needs to be mentally stimulated -- my foster mom knew this when she was trying to find me a fur-ever home, and so far, thanks to my girl's ever-fluctuating symptoms, there's been no shortage of work for me to do in this fur-ever home.  And as a bonus, I get paid with fetch, and that's a pretty good trade-off in my opinion!

* Some people classify Medical Alert Dogs as only those dogs who alert their handlers before a medical event occurs, but we're including dogs who alert both before an episode and during episode (e.g. since dogs who assist diabetics are usually called Diabetic Alert Dogs, even though most of the time, they're alerting to a handler's already high or low blood sugar level - although some also alert to rapidly rising or rapidly lowering blood sugar levels).

If you missed Part 1 of this series about how I help my girl as a Psychiatric Service Dog, click here.  And if you missed Part 2 of this series about how I help my girl as a Mobility Service Dog, click here.

#medical alert dog #medical response dog #service dog tasks

[yodawgiherd]

Get Ready For The Next Battle

Rating : M

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Yo i just noticed that next chapter is number 69, i ain't gonna pass that opportunity up. I'm so going to unleash the depths of my depravity. . . . im 12 btw ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

“C’mon baby, one more set, you can do it!”

Motivated by his beautiful personal cheerleader, Eren mobilized his remaining strength, pushing with all his might to finish the last few crutches, but his muscles were completely exhausted, and with a groan he let go, falling back on the bench.

“I can’t.. I can’t…”, rolling off the pad, Eren stood up on his slightly trembling legs, bending over to gulp in air. Damn he was beat. Behind him, Mikasa took his place, effortlessly beginning another set of her perfectly fluid movements, her rhythmic breathing suggesting that she was still far from her limits. Sitting down on the machine next to hers, Eren watched her, not completely understanding where the hell she took the energy from. His stomach hurt just from watching her, but Mikasa showed no signs of slowing down, finishing the set and taking a quick breather before the next one.

“You okay? Hope I didn’t exhaust you too much.”, she asked, a tiny hint of mockery in her voice, making Eren frown at her. Today’s workout was kinda insane, and Eren couldn’t help but wonder if it wasn’t her way of paying him back for the play from few days back, her way of showing that while she’s perfectly fine with submitting to him in the bedroom, in terms of physical abilities Mikasa’s still far superior to him. Then again, if she felt the need to assure herself of her skills, Eren was more than okay with that. The playtimes were totally worth having his ass handed to him at the gym.

“You know, not everyone has a set of pistons in their midriff.”

She arched an eyebrow at him.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Isn’t it obvious?”, pushing himself up, Eren loomed above her, running his palm over the defined ridges of her stomach, revealed by the cropped top she usually wore for her workouts. Even after all these years, it still fascinated him, the way he could feel the shape of every single one under his fingers, and it was needless to say that Eren certainly approved her choice of gym attire. “Pretty sure that your abs have their own abs at this point.”

“That’s not how muscles work, Doctor.”

Not feeling like arguing with her, Eren decided on a surprise attack instead, pressing a kiss to her midriff instead. The hitched breath he heard was just what he was looking for.

“You were saying?”

Rolling away from him, half because this part of her workout was done, half because she wanted to hide her giggle, Mikasa stood up, stretching. Her eyes looked all around the gym, before finally settling on her boyfriend, squatting on the floor. She came closer, smoothing a few strands of hair that escaped his bun from Eren’s face, lazily smiling down at him.

“How are your energy reserves?”

Standing up to mirror her, he was the taller one now, very much enjoying the illusion of power it gave him.

“Is that a challenge?”

“Maaaybeee..”, she drew the word out, dragging a singular finger down his jaw. Such a simple touch, yet it managed to make his pulse race. Her arms sneaked around Eren’s neck, and Mikasa’s lips, now dangerously close to his ear, caressed the skin there as she spoke. “I want you to….”

Eren was completely immersed in her little game now, ignoring that they were still in the gym, with people around, and Levi just a few meters away, sitting in his office. Those facts simply flew away from his head, replaced by the way her body felt, pressed against his, firm but soft in the right places, how silky her porcelain skin was under the tips of his fingers. Few words, the right touch, and Mikasa had him completely under her spell, and he was more than ready to go along with any crazy plan she was about to whisper to him.

“…fight me.”, she finished, slipping out of his hug and walking towards the ring, leaving him slightly confused and sporting a very unfortunate hard-on. Ah well, seems like the fun must wait, he thought to himself, following her, mentally doing his best to divert the blood from the crotch area. When he finally caught up, Mikasa was already preparing herself, punching the air, doing quicksteps, the routine that Eren knew intimately, but it still made him wonder just how fast the woman can move.

“I won’t go easy on you.”, Eren did try to sound tough, but judging from Mikasa’s smug smile, she wasn’t very intimidated.

“Give it your best.”

Nodding at him, she took her fighting stance, and Eren followed suit, steeling himself. They were both tired from the complete workout, so technically, he had a better chance than usual, but still. Mikasa was Mikasa. Well, time to prove himself. Knowing that he has no chance if he lets her keep the distance, Eren danced to the left, blocking few or Mikasa’s testing punches, looking for a chance, an opening. Ducking under a blow, he spotted one, charging forward and grabbing her waist, making them both fall on the ground together, tangled in a heap. With some luck, Eren managed to come out on top, using his weight to pin her down.

“I’ve got you now.”, he growled, making Mikasa stop in her efforts and look at him, arching an eyebrow.

“Do you now?”

Her body suddenly twisted in his grasp, like a snake, pulling him down with strength that he had no chance of resisting. With a defeated groan, Eren folded, and they switched positions, with Mikasa now triumphantly looming over him, knees pressing into his arms, keeping them grounded, while his face was caged in from both sides by her thighs. The position even allowed her to keep her own arms crossed over her chest, giving the position quite a dominant feeling.

“You were saying?”, she repeated his words from a few minutes ago, apparently very satisfied with herself. When Eren didn’t reply, frowning up at her, she giggled, reaching down to boop his nose.

“This is the part where you surrender, puppy.”, she informed him after.

But Eren shook his head.

“Nope.”

“Baby,”, she increased the pressure for a short time, signifying how helpless he was right now. “you lost. Surrender.”

“Nah.”

“Eren….”

“Maybe I’ll just stay here, the view is pretty great.”

“So what, you’ll just be under me for the rest of your life?”

“There are much worse ways to go than being choked to death by the legs of a beautiful woman.”

Lacking the words or appropriate reaction to answer that, Mikasa gave up, shuffling back until she was straddling his waist instead, gesturing for Eren to sit up. And he did, massaging his neck, because even with all the strong talk on his part, Mikasa thighs had quite a grip.

“Not going to fulfill my wish then?”

“Can’t do that, I’d miss you too much.”

“Hmm, I suppose I should thank you for your mercy.”

She nodded.

“That would be appropriate.”

Deciding on a non-verbal approach, Eren kissed her, and judging from the way she returned his affection it was the right move. The simple touch of lips soon spiraled into something way more feral, as fighting together always got their blood pumping, and it would hardly be the first time that their workout would end up in a more…. intimate physical activity. Angling her head, licking into his mouth, Mikasa seemed more than happy with how their evening was progressing, but before anything could really happen, another voice cut into their moment.

“Look, I’m not a professional anymore, but I’m kinda sure that this is not how a fight is supposed to look like.”

Hearing Levi’s voice while having his hands around Mikasa triggered Eren’s flight instincts, but with her weight still comfortably sitting in his lap, he couldn’t do much. On her part, Mikasa didn’t even try to stand up, looking over her boyfriend’s shoulder at her brother, who regarded them with a partly disgusted face.

“Levi, you need something?”

“First of all, I’d really appreciate if you didn’t start fucking in the middle of my gym.”, that statement made Eren blush, but Mikasa didn’t seem to care much, shrugging.

“Cool. Something else?”

“Your friend called, Jean, said that you talked about some advertisement? Internet or some shit, couldn’t really understand what he was saying.”

“Oh yeah,”, with Eren still under her, slowly accepting his role as a chair, Mikasa scratched the back of her neck, recalling the details of her conversation with Jean, “he said that he can set us up a profile on Instagram or Facebook, get us rolling. I think it’s worth giving it a shot, but you should be the one with the final decision on this matter.”

“How nice of you, letting me decide about my own gym.”

“Yup, I’m just that amazing.”

“All right, fine, I’ll set a meeting with the guy. Good thinking brat.”

Turning, seemingly ready to go back to his own business, Levi took a few steps before stopping himself and turning back to face her.

“Uhm… For this promotion thing, we’ll probably need to snap some pictures, right?”

“Obviously.”

Anyone could take those, but now that her brother mentioned it, Mikasa got an idea. She was spending a lot of her time working with a full set of professionals lately, wasn’t she?

“I could ask someone from Dot’s crew to cover us, if you want.”, she offered, but to her surprise, Levi shook his head.

“I already got someone in mind.”

“Do I know him?”, she asked, but all he did was look away and mutter something she couldn’t catch.

“Or her?”, she tried again, this time making her brother blush very slightly.

Opting not to answer, Levi started moving again, walking away at a brisk pace. With him disappearing back into his office, Mikasa redirected her attention back to Eren, smiling.

“Now where were we?”

But when she moved in for the kiss, Eren leaned backwards, shaking his head.

“I’m sorry Miki, but I’m not sure I can continue with Levi right behind my back.”, risking a quick look towards the office, he sighed, “Dude still scares me sometimes.”

A minor setback, one Mikasa decided she would overcome, no matter what. Levi wouldn’t cockblock her, well, Eren technically, she had no intention of letting him come between her and her pleasure. The days of her big brother banging on the door of her room, asking what the hell is going on were over. To be honest, it happened only once, and she and Eren were way too loud back then, but the point remained. Standing up, she pulled Eren upright, not letting go of his hand as she began walking in the direction of the changing room.

“Where are we going?”, her victim wondered, stumbling after her, as the tempo she set was rather a swift one.

“I need a shower.”, Mikasa stated, not even looking back to see Eren’s reaction. She was rather sure that it would be a happy one. “And I was wondering if you would be so kind as to wash my back?”

If there was one place Levi surely won’t bother them, it was the bathroom. So, leaning forward, Eren whispered his reply into her ear.

“Lead the way.”

The water was cold, but Mikasa’s body was warm, pressed against his, more than making up for it. Her hands were tangled in his hair, which was finally left hanging free, same as hers, the workout bun and ponytail removed. His own fingers were on a mission, traveling over her chiseled back, down the perfect curve of her spine, and finally reaching that bountiful land of her ass, where he could really dig his fingers in and… She hissed in pain, recoiling from his touch, which in turn made him stop immediately.

“Miki? What’s wrong? Did I do something?”

“No, it’s all right, just…”, she looked up, an uneasy expression on her face, “Don’t grope it that much, not yet.”

Curious, he leaned forward, following the path he made with his hands with eyes instead, wanting to see how he caused the discomfort. The bruises on her backside surprised him, the hand-shaped mark on the left cheek especially, but it wasn’t that hard to do a quick memory jog and discover the cause.

“Did I do that?”, he asked, although he of course already knew the answer.

Mikasa rolled her eyes at him.

“No, of course not. It was Mr. Incognito.”

“Right. The bastard, he can’t keep getting away with this.”

But while talking was all fun and stuff, there were other things she came here to do, so Mikasa tapped Eren’s chest, redirecting his attention back from her rear to her face.

“Back to work, soldier. And easy on the ass, that’s an order.”

“Yes ma’am.”

It still felt unreal sometimes, having the dream they worked on for so long actually finished, solid, a thing you could touch with your hands. It was like yesterday, when Sasha barged into his house, presenting her grand idea to him, but here they stood, all of them, the big circle of his friends that made the dream come true. Running his palms over the smooth wooden surface of the counter, Armin made his way into the main room, where everyone was gathered, waiting for… well, something, because judging from the looks on their faces, they didn’t seem to comprehend the situation either.

“It’s done then?”, Carla voiced everyone’s unspoken question, getting Armin’s attention. But before he could answer, the door opened and Sasha appeared, smiling radiantly, while Connie walked in behind her with his usual stoic expression.

“Yes it is! As of today, our bar is finally….”, she stopped in the middle of the room, throwing her hands above her head in celebration, “finished!”

When no one reacted, as the group simply exchanged looks, save for Eren who pulled Mikasa closer with the hand he had coiled around her waist, and whispered something in her ear, grinning. She giggled, and swatted his shoulder playfully, but that was hardly the approval Sasha was looking for.

“This is the part where you clap.”, she informed everyone in the room, frowning.

Round of applause later, started by Armin, Sasha finally smiled, gesturing for the group to calm down.

“Now, since we are all gathered here, I would like to take this opportunity to express my thanks. We would have never done it if it wasn’t for you.”

“Where our money?”, someone called, jokingly, making everyone laugh.

“Your long hours without any compensation have come to an end however,”, Sasha continued, “as with the bar finished, me, Connie and Armin, the triumvirate of owners, have decided that it’s time to reward you all. Before we officially open, there will be a day, only for us, and we will do something special together.”

She took a small break, to heighten the anticipation.

“A tournament!”

“…. In what?”, asked Jean, confused just like the rest of them.

“Tekken! The fighting game everyone enjoys.”

Now everyone might have been a bit of a stretch, because while Eren, Mikasa and Jean looked very happy with the choice, others were not exactly ecstatic. It kind of made sense, as the tournament was Eren’s idea in the first place, and he supplied both the console and the game.

“You can count me out.”, Levi shook his head, “I don’t play games.”

“Pussy.”, murmured Hange next to him, but he decided not to react to such cheap provocations.

“I won’t play either.”, Carla chimed in, “But I’ll watch for sure.”

“Oh c’mon guys, it will be fun!”, feeling the need to lift spirits, Connie stepped forward, “I don’t really do stuff like that either, but I’m willing to give it a go. The evening won’t be just that, you can drink, sing karaoke, play darts or pool, whatever you want. Just think of it as a test drive for everything, to see if it works.”

A bit of ruckus later, everyone, save for Levi, seemed to come to terms that it was happening, and the overall mood improved. Hange was furiously abusing the screen of her phone, apparently deep in her research already. Connie, the master of manipulating public opinion.

“We’re gonna give everyone a week while we hammer out the tiniest details left, and you guys better go and start practicing.”, he pointed at the happy gamer trio, “You don’t want to lose to these dorks do you.”

“You’re so going down.”, Eren whispered to Mikasa’s ear, smirking.

“Just like at the gym?”, she teased back, watching in satisfaction as his ears turned a tiny bit red, the memories of the fight and especially what followed coming back.

“One last thing….”, Connie raised his voice to get everyone’s attention back, “If you want to bring someone, anyone, do it, because we need to be ready for a full house. That’s all.”

Sitting on a table, Armin rubbed his chin, thinking. He did know someone who could come, but would she?

“Doc, before we start, I have a question.”

“Sure, what’s up?”

“There’s another thing going down at the bar, the one I partially own. We have a small celebratory party, before opening, and I was thinking…. Would you come?”

“Well this feels like a déjà vu. Didn’t you ask me the same thing before Halloween?”, Hitch pointed out, watching Armin shrug.

“I did. But you enjoyed the thing, didn’t you?”

Oh yes, very much so. And she connected with Jean at the party, that was a nice bonus.

“You know what? Fine, I’ll come. I don’t have to dress as anything this time though, do I?”

“No,”, Armin smiled, “but there is something else.”

Hitch gestured for him to go on.

“There’s a tournament in Tekken, in the evening. You could take part.”

“Ehh, fighting games? I was never a big fan of those. I’m more of a Sims type of a girl.”

“It’s happening in a week, so, take your time, think about it. You don’t have to play If you don’t want to.”

“All right.”, she nodded, taking her notes from the table, “Now with that out of the way, can we start?”

Shifting a bit on the sofa, finding the most comfortable position, Armin nodded. Nodding back, Hitch began their session.

“Tell me about your week then.”

“Darius Zackly! Long time no hear friend.”

“Dude, I’m so fucking sorry.”

“Sorry for what?”

“I told you I’ll squeeze you in between Christmas and new year, right? And it’s been months and I haven’t even called you. Man, work was just freaking insane, and add my permanently nagging wife to the mix and…”

“Hey, it’s fine, there’s no rush.”

“Well I still feel like an asshole. Do you still have the customs for me?”

“Yep, totally. Need to talk with you about a few things.”

“Great. Listen, is next week okay? You can drop by anytime and I promise on my grave, actually no, on my wife’s grave, that I will make time for you.”

“That’s perfect. See you next week?”

“See ya.”

The call ended with a click, and Eren put down the phone, grinning in satisfaction. There were a lot of stuff he needed to discuss with his gear provider, as his mind was running rather wild lately, with all the possibilities and things that could be done…. He could always just blame the shortened work hours, because with a lot of free time on his hands, the ideas just kept coming and coming.

“Who was that?”, Mikasa called from the kitchen, where she was working on their dinner. She volunteered to cook, as Eren was usually the one doing it, and told him that she needs no help, to just go and sit his ass down. Well, Eren wouldn’t argue with that, so as per her wish, he sat down, fiddling with his thumbs while she worked.

“A friend.”, he replied, not wanting to spoil the surprise.

“A friend huh? Do I know him?”

“Maybe you do. Maybe you don’t”

“Is talking straight too hard for you?”, she sighed, turning the meat, “Or did the fear or getting your ass kicked in the tournament already darkening your brain.”

Eren snorted.

“Oh please. I’ll school you so hard, you have no idea.”

For reasons unknown, Mikasa laughed upon hearing that.

“Funny that you would use that word.”

“What word?”

“School.”

“And why is that funny?”

Now it was her turn to be all smug and mysterious.

“You’ll see baby.”

She turned her attention back to the cooking, and Eren was left wondering just what the hell she had planned. Oh well, nothing to do but wait for it anyway. He can handle it, whatever it is.

Hopefully.

#snk #fanfic #eremika

[thenudescientist]

The Not-So Direct Approach

“Hange. I’m telling you. Listen to me. Fuck. Just listen to my words. No one should be that tall and that pretty. S’not fair. I don’t even like tall guys but like. Fuck. That guys is just tall and he’s so fucking pretty. Fucking tall and pretty asshole.”

“What else? Have you seen his face Hange. His face is just so nice. I wanna boop his nose. That would be weird but I wanna like. Boop! Right on the nose. C’mere so I can boop your nose cause Eren isn’t here and I can’t boop his nose. So your shitty nose will have to do.”

“Ugh. And his eyes. Son of a bitch. Erwin! Are you fucking listening to me fucking shithead?”

“Right Erwin. Remember when we arrested him and he’s all like “I’m gonna kill all the Titans.” Super intense. Did you see how his eyes changed? They were like “I’m scared, I’m gonna be light green.” Then they were like “I’m homicidal now I’m like fucking Christmas green.” What’s that color Erwin? Christmas green?”

“Yes! Fucking evergreen. That’s a terrible name for green by the way. Did you know my favorite color is green? Like everything important is green. Izzies eyes. The scout cloak. Eren’s eyes. Erwin’s dumbass Halloween costume that one year.”

“Yes and I still have the pics fuckface. I printed them out and everything. Everyone has a copy even Mike.”

“Oh shut up eyebrows. Everyone knows you have a thing for that fucking tree you call a dog. He can probably smell your precum cause I know your dick gets all drippy when you see him. His fucking nose man. It’s just weird. He’s got like a superpower. Super nose man. His name is like Snuffles. Snuffles the tall as fuck superhero no one asked for. I’m surprised we even have a K-9 unit with that giant waltzing around.”

“Eren’s nose is the best. I’m gonna fucking boop it so hard.”

“Shitty fucking glasses. You don’t get to boop his nose before me. What the fuck. I just called boop dibs.”

“RESPECT THE DIBS FOUR EYES.”

“I thought so. Idiot. Stupid fucking glasses tryna disrespect the dibs.”

“Ugh. I wanna see Eren.”

“We caaaan’t.”

“Fucking Mikasa that’s why.”

“Have you see her? She’s like a fucking 100-meter wall, laced with cock repellent. I don’t even know how Eren has so many guy friends. They all want to bang him, you know. Every single one. You think she makes them sign contracts?”

“Yeah like. ‘Oh you wanna be friends with my brother? You gotta sign away your right to get in his pants.’ That’s something she would do. She’d totally do that cause have you seen Reiner. That guys wants to chain Eren to his bed and fucking break him.”

“Hange! You see the way Reiner looks at him right?”

“Fucking told you shitbrows. Reiner has it so bad I’m embarrassed.”

“No cause I know how to keep my dick soft around Eren. Reiner is full mast every day. It’s hilarious cause I wanna laugh but I completely understand. I’d chain Eren to my bed if I could.”

“I’m so serious. I’d do crimes to sink my dick inside Eren’s immaculate ass. What if he’s into that shit? Gimme some consent and I’d fucking hook his ass up so quick.”

“Yeeesssss. Shitty glasses. I’d like, bury my dick inside him and live there if I could. I bet it’s wonderful in there. My dick would have the best fucking time.”

“Inappropriate? I’m way past inappropriate at this point.”

“So many times. Eyebrows caught me beating off in the showers once cause Eren thought it was a good idea to change in front of me and the way his boxers clung to his ass. Hange. I have a fucking appetite.”

“Without a doubt. No hesitation. I’ve had dreams of him just sitting on my face while he’s on the phone or some shit.”

“Gross? You think that’s gross? I’d do ass to mouth for him Erwin. Ass. To mouth.”

“Fuck yes I’d switch with him. You think he’s just a top?”

“That’d be a waste. That ass is just too glorious to have never bottomed. Wait. Wait. He’s gay?”

“YOU NEVER TOLD ME YOU FUCKING BITCH.”

“NEED TO KNOW? YOU DONT THINK ID NEED TO KNOW IF THE LOVE OF MY LIFE IS GAY OR NOT?”

“Fuck nope. I’m sobering up now so nope. I’m so pissed off you got me sober.”

Armin sat in the Director’s office with trembling hands. After a full night of listening to various wiretaps related to the Titan case, he stumbled upon a recording of Levi’s night out. His drinking buddies just happened to be Head of Forensics, Hange Zoë and Director of Scouting Elite Security, Erwin Smith.

Armin being the calculating angel that he is saw fit to turn in the recording in question. The evidence would need to be reviewed by 3 others before it could be used during the trial. The first 6 hours gave them a solid case, incriminating evidence related to the boss of the Titan gang, Zeke and his tank Reiner. Problems arose when Captain Levi, Head detective and their best undercover agent, was dragged away to drink by Hange before he could properly be debriefed and debugged.

After three hours of chatter and drinks, Levi’s lips loosened up to an embarrassing degree and so here Armin was. Desperately trying to preserve the image of the precinct’s grumpy cat and apparently the Director’s as well. He was certain no one else needed to know about Director Smith’s “dripping dick.”

“Arlet. I’m sure we don’t need to discuss the content recorded after 2318, yes?”

“Yes sir. I’ve only brought it here for you to approve the changes needed to be made to the data logs. I’ve taken the liberty to cut a new recording so your evening out with the detective isn’t on file but I can’t change the information in the database to reflect the new length. I’ve also saved a copy of the...um time… in case you needed it for whatever reason, sir”

“Good, Arlet. Good. Let’s see to it that this recording never surfaces again. We don’t need the chaos that would ensue if this were to get out. Let me sign these approval forms and so you can complete your work. Thank you for being so mature about this Armin. Anyone else is the analyst department would’ve played this on the loudspeakers.”

“It’s not a problem sir. Maintaining the privacy of this conversation is as much for Detective Ackerman and yourself as it is for me. If Eren were to hear this recording he wouldn’t shut up for years. Between you and me sir, I’m at my limit with Eren’s crush. Mikasa and I would lose our minds if it was confirmed in a roundabout way.”

“So I should advise Levi to go for the direct approach?”

“I doubt Captain Levi could be anything but direct but yes. I’d advise him to get it over with. Eren’s had a thing for him for three years. It’s getting out of hand.”

“Well Levi. What will it be?” Erwin’s gaze shifted to the man in question standing in the doorway. Levi was leaning against the frame, arms crossed with his eyebrows furrowed in disbelief.

Armin whipped around to catch a look at the man eavesdropping on their conversation. He didn’t hear anyone approach the door and it was only 0637. No one showed up on the office this early, not even himself but he needed to speak to the Director before the other analyst clocked in and began their own reviews.

“What’s this recording you’re talking about?” Levi approached the desk only to lean against that as well. Once settled he’d crossed his arms again and his legs at the ankles. Armin noted the closed off defensive body language but said nothing of it. Before he could respond Erwin pressed play on the audio file.

“– I’d like, bury my dick inside him and live there if I could. I bet it’s wonderful in there. My dick would have the best time.”

Levi’s eyes widened an alarming amount and in a series of quick movements Levi rounded the desk, shoved Erwin out the way and deleted the offending file.

Levi snapped at Erwin, eyes narrowing dangerously, homicide promised in his mercury eyes. “Fucking hell eyebrows. We just got back. He’s here on the floor and you play this shit?”

“Who’s here Levi?” Erwin’s majestic eyebrows furrowed a bit but the pitch of his voice and the tilt of his head showed he was more amused than confused.

Armin watched on for a while before piecing together Erwin’s new attitude. “Oh no.” Eren was in the office, on this floor and the director’s door was wide open. A small grin grew on his face at the realization along with a newfound respect for Erwin. The man was quicker on his feet than expected.

A rustling sound at the door confirmed Erwin and Armin’s hopes and Levi’s nightmare. Eren Yeager stood just before the threshold carrying tea and a Krispy Kreme takeout bag.

“You guys finally heard it.” Spilled from the boy’s lips with no hesitation shocking the room and leaving blank expressions on the occupant’s faces.

“Finally?”

“You heard?”

“What?”

Eren walked into the room, placed Levi’s tea in front of Armin and opened his bag. He took a bite of the bagel as he looked at each face not understanding why they looked so surprised. “Yeah, Hange played this for me like, the next day. It’s been weeks. You guys just finding it?”

Armin blinked quickly recovering from the surprise. “I just found it last night reviewing everything before we turn over the evidence to Nanaba’s team. You’ve known for weeks?”

“Mm.” Eren confirmed through another bite of the bagel. “Hange just told me to not say anything cause it’d get weird.”

“It’s already pretty fucking weird Eren.” Levi said finally.

“So was the whole ass to mouth thing but you know. We couldn’t afford any distractions so I just didn’t say anything. Figured it was for the best.” Eren casually ate his breakfast while the others watched in awe of his sudden personality change. Eren was not one for forethought, level headedness or any kind of emotional maturity and yet here he was. “To answer your question Captain, I switch.”

Levi’s scowled at the suddenly realistic brunet as he ate. Not believing anything that came out Eren’s mouth. “You what?”

Eren rolled his eyes in response as Armin giggled in the chair beside him. “You asked Hange if I was only a top. I switch.”

“Fuck” was the only reasonable response to the newly acquired information. Levi’s mind was soon filled with filthy images of Eren’s whining and writhing, caged between his own strong arms, split on his hardening member. As he noted his partial erection he regarded Erwin once more. “Give us today and tomorrow off.”

A glimmer of approval shone in the directors eyes as he nodded and a small smile formed on his lips. “Sure thing Levi. Anything else?”

While Erwin confirmed his request Levi snatched up his tea and made grabby hands at Eren. “My place. Now.” He nearly snatched the boy up by his collar in his impatience. Instead he snapped twice and the brunet’s grin. “Hurry the fuck up.”

Eren jolted into action, nearly tripping over himself as he followed Levi from the office. The excitement of being pinned down by Levi made him hard in an instant. After 7 weeks of fantasizing, it was happening on a random Thursday morning after chasing dead leads all night.

#ereri fanfic #ereri #riren #ao3fic #snk #modern au #eren yeager #eren jaeger #levi ackerman #levi #drunk levi #erwin smith #armin arlert #winmin

[personality-slate-blank]

Post recall: Bastion (And torbjorn)

Bastion was travelling with torbjorn after the engineer found him in the woods. Torbjorn received the recall and deceieded to use bastion's programming to find the nearset overwatch base. It was slow work, as bastion is as slow as a lame donkey but they made it to an old Oslo base. Long overgrown and untended to, torbjorn still managed to get a computer up and running long enough to capture a video showing his turret destroying part of the rest of the base.

This was both to send a message, and to destroy the evidence it may have captured about when and where torbjorn had moved, as some people may want to pay him a visit. After all you dont get to his age without gaining a few enemies. Despite only just having got to the base, they needed to move as soon as the video was released. Watchpoint Gibraltar was a long walk from where they were and whilst torbjorn could call in a few favours to get them there faster, but it was risky. That was why they sent the video.

A small turret faced left, firing right then straight on, it would be inverted and polarised to further confuse any one who may intercept it. As it showed where they were walking and they weren't hiding the location it was taken, so anyone of his old comrades would know: North east. Oslo base norway. Slow. May need back up. It was a detailed message, hence the destruction of the base and the comms.

Bastion would prompt too much fear in a civilised area, so they were confined to the wilderness. Not impossible, yet it made back up harder to reach and with no comms it was a waiting game of how long it took to find anyone.

..................................................................................

Days later bastion was still walking along the same path, although it was different, he wasn't scared because he had his friend with him, ever busy gathering sticks for a nest from the large snow capped trees. He has enjoyed seeing all the different things around. Thankfully they weren't at "BASE: OSLO" long as it was too quiet and these woods were much nicer in his opinion.

Torbjorn treated Bastion like a curious child. A metal, deadly, curious child. And as such he had so far shielded him from the sight of his turret. Asking bastion to politely step outside and guard the door while he destroyed the Oslo base. He wondered how the metal baby would react to a ship coming in, wondered how he'd react himself, it's been a while with no overwatch activity After all. A few hours later they spotted a large ship in the distance and torbjorn didn't have to wonder any longer. The low hum of the aircraft was steadily getting louder and it came lower and lower to the ground, passing over them to the clearing a mile over. As it passed over, torbyorn could have sworn he saw tracer wave at him from the cockpit, at that he turned round to see Bastion set up in turret form, at the edge of the trees, waiting on his orders to attack "well now, did that hunk of junk scare you?" He laughed as he patted Bastion's barrel, shaking his head. A sad series of boops answered him and he took it as an apology, continuing with "that's friendly, we dont attack it. Now come on, we've got a little further to go".

Just before they made it to the clearing, torbyorn instructed Bastion to wait in a ditch out of sight for a second, not to take any noise, and wait for him to call it over. As torbjorn walked out, Lena opened the doors and Winston greeted his fellow comrade, "good to see you again my freind! I'm so glad you answered my call" he shouted with a smile on his face

"Aye, good to see you too!" Torbjorn answered slowly walking up to the open door "I could never leave for too long" he said jokingly, as he got up to Winston. He then leaned through and said his greeting to tracer and talked for a while, but had to stop suddenly as he remembered why he was here alone.

"Agh! I forgot abou' the kid!" He yelled, cutting tracer off slightly, they looked at him in shock

"Wait, you brought a child out here with you? What would ingrid say?" Asked Winston

"Not one o' mine ya' bafoon" torbjorn said, getting up and moving over to the edge of the clearing before yelling "Bastion! You can come out now!" And getting confused stares from his companions. All torbjorn said in answer was

"just wait, he'll come"

a few slow footsteps later and bastion poked his head out of the trees a few meters down, his bird sitting on his shoulder area, and started walking over to the frantically waving dwarf who said "Hey buddy! Sorry to be so long, these are my freinds" and turned around ignoring the fear on Winston's face and, tracer hiding behind him, very slowly reaching for her pistols while bastion was distracted by following torbjorn. He subtly gestured for her to stop reaching for her weapons and come out from behind Winston to meet him, "no need for that! Come say hello to my new kid" and tracer nervously walked towards the omnic while looking at torbjorn like he's insane. Upon seeing Lena, Bastion beeped a few times in greeting and held out his hand so the bird could look at her closer, "Aww you ain't so bad are ya?" She cooed, holding out her fingers for the bird to inspect, "well, hiya bastion, nice to meet you" she said as she drew her hand back to wave slightly at the omnic's blue screen a few high pitched melodic beeps sounded and tracer just giggled and turned back to torbjorn, "now if only all your kids were this nice!" She teased. Walking back over to the ship, She continued "Now come on, we've got to head back we've had a response from the cowboy"

Bastion liked the girl, she was nice to the bird and to himself, he wasn't so sure about flying in the ship, but so long as he had the bird he would be fine.

#bastion #torbjorn #post recall #tracer #winston #ow

[vicbartons]

lay your head on my shoulder, it´ll be alright in the morning.

robron week day 1: home/domesticity ao3 link

It wasn´t the cold of the empty mattress next to him that woke Robert up. Nor was it the empty space. Not really. It was the lack of Aaron´s shin colliding with Robert´s foot as he kicked in his sleep.

Robert didn´t know what had started this habit of his, the kicking. He didn't even really know when it had started. What he did know however, was that what could once only have been described as a nervous tick or maybe the scared reaction to a bad dream had turned into a comfort thing over the years. Comfort in so far as that it let him check that Aaron was still there, warm body pressed right up against him or at least within leg´s reach.

At some point during his and Aaron's relationship he had genuinely thought he´d been able to kick his habit - pun intended - his kicking such a rare occurrence that Aaron had woken up one night and felt the need to press his fingers against his boyfriend´s pulse point in paranoia, just to check that he hadn't gone and died on him in the middle of the night, the way he hadn't moved next to him at all for hours. When Robert had woken up the next morning with Aaron´s hand wrapped a little too tightly around his wrist and a still half-asleep Aaron had told him why, they'd come to the agreement that maybe Robert´s subconscious had finally gotten round to the idea that Aaron wasn't planning on going anywhere. That they were solid.

So the kicking had stopped.

For months.

And then prison had happened. And Rebecca. And Seb. And their break up. And Robert had started to toss and turn in bed overnight like never before, his simple kicks suddenly seeming like nothing more than a nuisance in comparison.

Now, a little over a month into their second chance, or third, or maybe hundredth really, Robert had become a much better person to sleep next to again. Mostly because they´d resumed their old sleeping position, a technique developed over months and months of sharing a bed, with Aaron wrapped tightly around Robert. His chest pressed against his back, his nose buried in the crook of his husband´s neck and - most importantly - their legs entangled, both of Aaron´s keeping Robert´s in place to make sure he wouldn't wake up with a dark bruise in the shades of blue and purple blooming right under his left knee again, like he had a couple of weeks ago when he'd come home late after a scrap run to find Robert already in bed and they'd fallen asleep on opposite sides of their mattress for once.

So when Aaron wasn't there next to him? Robert noticed.

Robert opened his eyes and quickly blinked a few times, trying to adjust to the darkness of their bedroom which was only illuminated by the ray of moonlight falling through a gap in their curtains.

“Aaron?” he grumbled, his voice still low and raspy from sleep, but there was no reply. He sat up and let his eyes fall on Seb´s crib at the foot of their bed, expecting to find it empty. It wouldn't have been the first time that Aaron took feeding and cuddle duties into his own hands in the middle of the night to give his husband the chance to catch up on some much needed sleep, but the crib wasn't empty. Sebastian was lying curled up in his soft blue blanket with his small arms wrapped around the stuffed toy monkey they'd gotten him during their visit to the zoo.  Robert shuffled over to him and carefully lay his hand on his son's chest for a second, feeling it slowly rise and fall as Sebastian softly gurgled.

He let his index finger boop against Seb´s button nose before leaning back to grab the second baby monitor from his night stand. Carefully, he got up from the bed and sleepily stumbled out of the room in nothing but his boxers, making as little noise as possible.

Hissing as the cold metal of the staircase hit his bare feet, he made his way downstairs in the dark, worrying about why Aaron might have left the house in the middle of the night.

Well, he had an idea, but he didn't much like its implications.

He needn't have worried though, because as he reached the bottom of the stairs, there - huddled up on the sofa - sat Aaron, the moonlight falling through the window barely catching the slump of his shoulders and the way his hands were covering his face.

Robert could feel the nervous energy rolling off of his husband in waves even from a distance, his cowering demeanour alone enough to work like a punch to Robert´s gut that set all his protective instincts in motion.

He quickly crossed the last few meters between the staircase and the sofa, expertly avoiding tripping on any of Seb´s toys or Liv´s bag which were scattered across the floor, before stopping right in front of Aaron.

But his husband didn't move a muscle.

Wordlessly, Robert put the baby monitor down on the coffee table and plopped himself onto the sofa right next to Aaron with a low groan, close enough to make sure their knees were touching.

Another minute passed without either one of them uttering a word, their slow, deep breaths the only noise filling the darkness of the Mill, before Robert decided to speak up.

“I woke up and you weren't there,” he explained, keeping his voice down so as not to freak Aaron out too much. When Aaron was like this, all keyed up and lost in his own head, Robert always found himself walking on a tightrope for a minute before he was able to figure out what it was that Aaron needed from him: to keep his distance and let him work things out himself, just a few encouraging words or for him to hold onto him as fervently as he could while he let him cry it all out.

Testing the waters, he let his hand fall on Aaron´s thigh and gave it a comforting squeeze.

“You mean you woke up ´cause you didn't have anyone to kick,” Aaron tried to joke, looking up at him for the first time, but his smile didn't reach his eyes. He did however place his hand over Robert´s and held onto it tightly, which Robert took as a good sign.

“She's going to be okay, Aaron.”

Because of course this was about Liv. It's not like Robert himself hadn't spent every waking hour - and a good few of the hours that he should have been sleeping - worrying about their little sister since they´d found that it had been her who´d spiked Lisa´s drink.

“Can you stop saying that?” Aaron hissed, his tone much harsher than Robert would have expected as he ran his free hand down his face in frustration, “I know you mean well, Robert, but please just stop saying that.” He slowly shook his head.

“I´m sorry.”

Robert knew that he shouldn't be making false promises, but staying positive and trying to keep everyone´s spirits high as he only let himself indulge in  every possible worst case scenario in the privacy of his own mind somehow always ended up being Robert´s number one coping mechanism in these situations. It was his lame attempt at keeping things on track and making his family feel safe and secure, while he tried to come up with a master plan. He'd done the exact same thing before Aaron´s trial last year - it had not helped then either.

Aaron let his head fall against the back of sofa and as he leaned into it and his face was hit by the light, Robert could see his eyes, red and puffy and still filled with unshed tears. His hand moved into Aaron's hair on instinct, gently running his fingers through it and loosening the soft curls that were sticking to his forehead on the way, before settling at the back of his neck and drawing small circles against the skin there.

“I should never have let this happen.” He roughly bit his bottom lip, still agitated.

“This isn't on you, Aaron,” Robert reassured him, but his words fell on deaf ears.

“How is this not on me?” Aaron asked rhetorically, his voice laced with guilt, “I'm her guardian, Robert. I´m her big brother. I´m supposed to take care of her and keep her safe, but I´ve been to wrapped up in myself and my own bullshit these past few months to even notice what was going on with her. What she was getting herself into. And now she's going to court. And the deck is already stacked against her because of me, because of me and every other goddamn Dingle that's ever sat in that courtroom.” The words were tumbling out of his mouth now like someone had finally opened up a dam after days and days of letting water build up behind it, “How is that fair?”

As Aaron grew angrier with himself his worlds grew louder, every syllable cutting like a knife through the quiet. “She could go to prison, Robert. Prison. Because she did one ridiculously stupid thing. And instead of protecting her, just the fact that she's my sister is making everything even worse for her.”  Robert could feel Aaron lean into his touch like he was grounding himself, but it wasn't enough to stop him from panicking.

Of course it wasn´t.

“No, I'm not going to let you do this. This is a mess, yes, and Liv made a massive mistake, but it's not your fault, Aaron. You have to believe that.”

Gently, Robert tucked the fingers of his free hand under Aaron´s chin, turning his head slowly so that he was forced to look at Robert as he spoke.

“Liv´s a teenager. They make mistakes. People in general do. Awful ones. You and I both made our fair share,” at that a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth that Aaron couldn't help but emulate, but only for a second before his bottom lip was caught between his teeth again, every inch of his face full of concern and worry and - what Robert hated most -  self-doubt. “There were probably a million different tiny daft things that got her to put that stuff in Daz´s drink and there is no way you could have foreseen that,” Robert continued, ”Especially since she's even better at bottling stuff up than you are, and that's saying something.”

He let his hand wander upwards as he spoke until it was pressed against the side of his husband´s face, his thumb tenderly wiping the last few tears under Aaron's eyes away.

“You were there for her after that stuff with Gabby, you listened to her, you protected her, and it still happened. You can't have your eyes on her twenty-four-seven. You just can´t. And we can't protect her from everything. We are going to try our best,” and if Aaron had not already known without a shadow of a doubt that Robert meant every word of that - that he'd move heaven and earth to keep Liv safe - then the adamant look in his eyes in that moment alone would have been enough to convince him, “but at the end of the day she´s going to have to make her own decisions and some of them are going to be terrible.”

Aaron sat up, nodding in agreement as he ran the arm of his hoodie over his tear-stuffed nose.

“She´s got a great solicitor, they don´t have Lisa´s statement to go on anymore and more importantly, she's got you and me and a whole horde of Dingles and Sugdens standing right behind her, okay?,” Robert was speaking more calmly now, noticing the resolute look in his husband´s eyes that matched his own. “You and me have gotten into enough messes in our lives and we´ve always figured things out in the end, right? We´ve always come out the other side and we´re gonna make sure that it's going to be the same for Liv.”

“Course we will,” Aaron agreed and his hand caught Robert´s, lacing their fingers together before squeezing firmly.

“Cause that's what family does, we protect each other. No matter what,” Robert smiled, pressing a quick kiss against Aaron´s forehead.

“Yeah,” Aaron murmured, leaning into Robert´s side.

“Come here,” Robert whispered in that soft, caring voice he seemed to reserve only for his husband, and wrapped his arm around Aaron's shoulder, pulling him into a proper hug.

Aaron let himself fall into the warm comfort of it and turned his head towards him, hiding a small smile against his chest. “Have I ever told you how amazing you are?” he sighed with a laugh in his voice, picking up on his husband´s words from just a few days ago.

Robert bit his lip - a gesture so unlike him in its apprehensiveness that he only could have picked it up from Aaron over the years - and huffed a soft laugh.

“I'm alright, I guess.”

“Yeah, you are,” Aaron mumbled into his shoulder, “Think I'll keep you around.” At that his voice was finally lighter. Lighter than it had been ever since Liv had spilled her secret to them.

“Glad to hear that.”

Aaron could feel the tired, lopsided grin on Robert´s face more than he could see it as he lay his cheek against his head and let Aaron curl into him even further, lifting his leg up to cover Robert´s with it and his arm wrapping tightly around his husband´s waist.

They just sat like that for a minute, both of them letting themselves be comforted by each other´s quiet company and by the fact that just for now, in this moment, the little family they'd made for themselves was safe. 

Everything else could wait until morning.

“You ready to come back to bed?” Robert whispered into the dark.

“In a minute,” Aaron mumbled and let his head fall a little further against Robert´s shoulder,  if that was even possible, burying his nose against him. And there, feeling warm and comfortable and safer than anywhere else in the world, Aaron finally let his eyes fall shut.

Robert´s hand kept absent-mindedly rubbing at the small of Aaron´s back as he watched the rising and falling of his husband´s chest slow down as he fell asleep. Reverently, he pressed a small kiss to the crown of his head.

“As long as you need.”

#robron week #rw18 #robron #aaron dingle #robert sugden #emmerdale #aaron x robert #sometimes i write stuff #does this fit the prompt? #barely #but what can you do? #also #sebastian white #is in here for about three sentences #just an fyi for those who don´t want to deal with that

[vesperlord]

My In Depth Analysis of all the songs on the RWBY Soundtrack

Volume 1:

This Will Be The Day: "I may be small but I can fuck you up" 

Red Like Roses Part 1: "Basic Info about everyone" 

Mirror Mirror: "I'm lonely and my life sucks" 

From Shadows: "VIVA LA REVOLUTION MOTHERFUCKERS!"

I Burn: "I'm a badass and I know it." 

Red Like Roses Part 2: “MOM WHY”

Gold: "My sister is the most important thing in the world to me" 

I May Fall: "Someday I'm gonna die, but you won't be the one to kill me!"

Wings: "You had a shit life but you're with friends now"

Volume 2:

Time To Say Goodbye: "Shit will get real, and we need to be ready." 

Die: "Shit has gotten real, and we aren't ready." 

Shine: "Shit, I'm in love" 

Dream Come True: A combination of "Notice me Jaune!" and "Weiss diss track"

Caffeine: "INCOMING CAFFEINE FUELED BADASSES" 

All My Days: "My sister has always been the most important thing to me" 

Boop: "Shit, I'm in love" 

Sacrifice: "I'm not gonna die for you."

Volume 3:

It's My Turn: "Fuck you dad" 

Not Fall In Love With You: "Shit, I'm in love"

Neon: "I'm better than everyone" 

Mirror Mirror Part II: "Fuck you dad" 

When It Falls: "Shit will go down and you can't stop it"

I'm The One: "We had fucked up pasts but we're still gonna murder you"

Divide: "You done fucked up, and I'm gonna fuck you up even more."

Cold:  "Goodbye Pyrrha/Monty"

Volume 4:

Let's Just Live: "Life fucking sucks, but we need to move forward anyway" 

Like Morning Follows Night: "Stay away from me, my life sucks!" combined with "I know your life sucks,  but I'm still standing by your side." 

Bad Luck Charm: "My life fucking sucks, you shouldn't get close to me" 

This Life Is Mine: "Fuck you dad"

Home: "I don't know what's gonna happen next, but I'm with my friends so it's all good." 

Armed and Ready: "PUNS" combined with "Adam you done fucked up" 

Lusus Nauture: "The Grimm are beautiful" combined with "I'm not crazy!"

Bmblb: "The sweetest love song on the RWBY Soundtrack. Literally."

Volume 5:

INITIAL IMPRESSIONS:

The Triumph: "Life fucking sucks, but we're gonna kick some ass so it's all good" 

Ignite: "Prepare to get punched." 

The Path of Isolation: "My life fucking sucks." 

Smile: "I’m gonna smile while I kick ass and take revenge"

All Things Must Die: “You’re fucked.”

(No Initial Impression to “All That Matters” because I’m lazy. Thanks to @blake-wukong for sending me what we had of the lyrics though!)

FULL SONG ANALYSIS:

The Triumph:  "Life fucking sucks, but we're gonna kick some ass so it's all good. Hope you’re ready to die, assholes.”

Ignite: “Don’t fuck with me, my sister, my friends, my dad, my uncle, my dog, my bike, or my pet rock EVER AGAIN, or I will make sure there’s nothing left of you to bury. Featuring unexpected but most certainly not unwelcome jazz!”

The Path TO Isolation (I initially fucked it up, I know): “My life REALLY FUCKING SUCKS, SOMEONE HELP ME. Also, obligatory fuck you dad.”

Smile: “My daughter, racists exist. FUCK THEIR SHIT UP.”

All Things Must Die: “Sorry, did I say ‘You’re fucked’? What I meant was ‘The “You’re fucked” meter is broken.’ I hope you wrote your will.”

All That Matters: “Stick around this time, for fuck’s sake!”

This Time: “VIVA LA REVOLUTION! Only this time, better!”

Volume 6:

INITIAL IMPRESSIONS

Lionized: "Adam n-" "ADAM YES"

Rising: “We're back and we're badass!”

Miracle: "A miracle would be nice, but we'll hang in until we get one... Which might be a while..."

One Thing: “You got my [lover/father figure/best friend/whatever you interpret Roman and Neo as being] killed, I’m gonna fucking kill you!” 

Forever Fall: [Analysis unavailable due to heavy crying]

Big Metal Shoe: “Caroline Cordovin Diss Track”

Indomitable: "They can take our lives, but they can never take our silver eyes!” (Except for crocodile faunus. They can and will take your silver eyes.)

FULL SONG ANALYSIS

Lionized: “Adam may have been a shitty person but goddamn he was a great villain and got a fucking amazing villain song to go with it. Rest in pieces motherfucker.”

Rising: “You thought the bits from the opening were awesome? You haven’t seen shit yet!”

Miracle: “A miracle would be nice. But until we get one, WE’VE GOT METAL”

One Thing: "So that Neo and Cinder alliance. It’s most certainly gonna be long-lasting. No impending betrayal when the time is right. None at all whatsoever.”

Forever Fall: [heavy sobbing because the playlist I was listening to had this placed right after Indomitable and GOD DAMMIT THIS SONG IS EMOTIONAL ENOUGH]

Big Metal Shoe: “WHO DARED THE WILLIAMS TO CRAM EVERY FAIRY TALE REFERENCE POSSIBLE INTO ONE SONG. Because I’d like to thank you, this song is great.”

Indomitable:  I... don’t really have anything funny to say about this song. Not because I dislike it, far from it. But... just, give it a listen.

Nevermore: “Adam Y-” “ADAM. NO. DIE.”

BONUS:

Armed and Ready Acoustic Remix: Beehaw if it was a song

EDIT: FUCK I FORGOT RED LIKE ROSES PART 2.

EDIT 2: All Things Must Die and This Time analysed. Note that all V5 songs are subject to change based on the subject of the full songs. (Also I completely missed the lyrics to the song that played during the RWBY reunion, but if anyone has them I would be very grateful.)

EDIT 3: Updated for the full release of the V5 songs! I decided to move This Time down to “Full Song Analysis” because it’s the full song, we got the whole thing in the credits of Episode 14. Anyway, don’t mind me while I scream into the void about HOW FUCKING AWESOME THIS SEASON’S SOUNDTRACK IS.

EDIT 4: I just got First. I love Volume 6. I love the soundtrack. I CAN’T WAIT ANOTHER YEAR FOR MORE RWBY PLEASE RT- oh hey there’s comics and novels and world guides and all sorts of shit that’s hopefully coming out this year! (Dan DiDio if you lay a FINGER ON THESE COMICS I WILL NOT HESITATE TO-). 

Also, with this edit, due to us getting a Neo song, I will be deleting the tags that begged for requested such a song, because clearly, Rooster Teeth saw my shitpost and decided to acquiesce to my demands.

Also did some minor touch-ups, like bolding some text and shit because I personally prefer it that way.

EDIT 5: Oh boy Volume 6′s soundtrack is here, and it is a fucking roller coaster of emotions. Added all the full song analyses and moved Nevermore down there. Now I will return to hibernate until Volume 7 comes out.

#rwby #shitpost #rwby soundtrack #ruby rose #yang xiao long #weiss schnee #blake belladonna #jaune arc #nora valkyrie #lie ren #pyrrha nikos #cinder fall #sun wukong #salem rwby #mercury black #emerald sustrai #qrow branwen #black sun #bumbleby #team cfvy #or is it team cvfy #let me check #ok cfvy it is #ilia amitola #caroline cordovin #adam taurus #may he rest in fucking pieces #you won't be missed you rat bastard #neopolitian (rwby)

[yukiwrites]

To Be Just Like Her

Thank you so much for commissioning me again, @breeachuu! Sorry for the wait and I hope you like it! ;v;)b

Summary: Mesmerized by his mother’s mix of golden and dark hair, Forrest wonders if he can be just like her when he grows up. Cressida gets conflicted, thinking that he’s still too young to dye his hair, but who can say no to such pleading and sincere eyes?

Commission info HERE and HERE!

Despite their son Forrest having inherited Cressida's dark hair, everything else of his resembled Leo: As a toddler, Forrest wore a similar hairstyle to his father, making Cressida tease her husband day in day out about how she was just raising a miniature Leo.

The boy was serious much like his father, but always ready to crack a smile, especially after witnessing his parents go on a tease battle. Sometimes Cressida would be overwhelmed with warm feelings for her son was such a Momma's boy. He loved to spend time with her, to hug her and run his tiny hands through her long and silky hair. Her gold locks always seemed to mesmerize the young prince, since even before he managed to form coherent phrases, he simply stared at it from time to time.

As a toddler, he hadn't much say in what kind of hairstyle he wanted; for him, anything his Mommy picked would be the best, up until the day his aunt Elise was playing dress-up with her daughter, inviting her nephews and nieces along.

Crown Prince Siegbert was beet red the entire time, being too nice of a child to to stop his aunt from putting him into a frilly dress, a hand-me-down from Elise herself. He didn't feel pretty inside those, but indulged his aunt simply because he was unable to say no.

Velouria didn't really like to be constricted in whatever tight dresses Elise had to offer, but somehow liked to use a very loose and old-looking bib, crying aloud once Elise tried to take it off of her. She ended up taking it home, content with finding a treasure after a long day of playing.

Midori was still too young to understand what was going on, but her bright smile under those adorable pigtails made Elise change her in and out of almost every baby dress she had in her room.

It was the first time Forrest had felt like that: he was surrounded by pretty things and pretty children. He felt his tiny heart thump in anticipation once it was his turn to wear a dress, loving how it fluttered behind him whenever he trotted this or that way through the room. He would look at himself in the mirror and not believe what he was seeing: he was so pretty! So fluffy! So soft!

Leo chose that moment to arrive, worried that his little sister would be bullying his son into subjugation. However, having Forrest beam at him instead made the prince's shoulders sag, his worries melting away.

"Daddy, Daddy! How do I look? Don't I look like a princess?!" He ran towards his crouching father, twirling around himself to show how the dress adorably followed.

Leo smiled softly, happy to see such innocent joy finally sprouting inside that once gloomy castle. He patted Forrest's head, "you're like your mother, Forrest; you look good in anything."

"Like Mommy?!" The boy's eyes sparkled, his mind immediately taking him to his mother's wonderful golden locks and long, long silky hair. "Eheehee!" Blushing, he looked down with a big smile on his face, using both hands to hold his own fluffy cheeks, wondering how he would look like with longer hair to match his mother's.

Unbeknownst to the boy, Leo glared at his little sister under his bangs, silently telling her not to bully them too much, look at how frightened Siegbert was. Elise laughed her way out of it, saying that there was no way that a simple dress-up game would have any impact in their lives from then on.

To Forrest, however, it did. He would often ask Elise to lend him more of her dresses, to which she always complied and helped him into the most difficult ones. "Do you want to take some for you? I have so many I'm sure Ophy's not gonna mind sharing them with you!"

"Can I really, auntie?! Thank you!" He would say every single time, showing a new dress to Cressida every other day, his eyes sparkling more and more each time.

The day Cressida noticed that his hair had grown past the usual point, she called her son to have a haircut.

Coincidentally, he had been trying out one of the dresses, and trotted to his mother with an adorable pout and a flush on his cheeks. "M-mommy, can I keep my hair like this?" He looked down, gripping at the hems of his dress.

The bow knight crouched to be on her son's eye level, pinching his cheek so he would look at her. "If that's what you want, I don't see why not," she booped his nose once he looked up at her, about to smile. "Do you have a special reason or do you just want to try out longer hair to match your dresses?"

"Thank you, Mommy!" He threw himself in her arms, giggling. "Daddy said I look pretty like Mommy when I dress like this! So I want my hair to be like Mommy's too!"

Cressida coughed, trying to hold a smirk in. "Did he now?" Finding a new thing to tease her husband with, it took a few moments for the emotion to settle in. "Wait, you want to grow your hair to look like me?"

"Mhm!"

The child-like sincerity and purity struck Cressida's heart like never before. She had always been grateful for being able to have carried Leo's child and to give birth to such wonderful little boy, but as Forrest grew, somehow so did her love for him, as well as the joy of being a mother. She had never felt like this before, especially towards family -- everything was so new and endearing! She surprised herself with how much warmth she could store in her heart before she exploded in a bundle of love and cuteness.

"You're too good to me, my boy." She whispered as she softly held Forrest in her arms, feeling the urge to squeeze him until he asked her to stop.

Of course she didn't do it, but the feeling lingered for a while even after they had pulled away from each other. "I love you too, Mommy!" He giggled, placing both hands over his mouth as though he had shared a big secret.

Still, the young boy looked like he had something else to say, making Cressida side glance him. "Hm? Why are you staring, Forrest?"

He pointed at his mother's golden braid, his eyes glimmering. "When will my hair do this too, Mommy?"

"This?" Cressida looked up, as though she could see her own head, "ohhh, you mean how my hair is of a different color here?" She lowered her face so Forrest could touch said braid.

"Mhm! My hair is like Mommy's and I look like Mommy in a dress so I'll get to get that too, right?" His expectation was at such a high level it was almost palpable.

Cressida snorted, pressing her lips into a thin line. "This thing Mommy does with her hair is magic, did you know? It won't grow in just anyone!"

Forrest loudly gasped. "Magic?! Daddy's good at magic!!"

"Yep. And so is Mommy." She nodded. "Do you want to watch when I reapply the magic next time?"

"Can I?!" He was already on his toes, pressing his forehead on hers with such eagerness he was sweating. "Will Mommy put it on me, too?!"

"Hmmm, we'll see about that. It's a VERY special magic that only adults use, so it might not work on you right away."

"Then I'll be an adult!" He puffed his chest, taking two steps away. "Then Mommy will cast it on me, right?"

Cressida smiled, once again booping her son's nose. "As I said, we'll see about that."

A few weeks later, Cressida's indigo roots were already visible, so she called Forrest so he could watch the whole process. "These are Mommy's magical tools, so don't get close to them, okay? They burn the skin if you touch without gloves and your eyes will hurt a lot if it gets on them."

"Mhm!" Serious, Forrest sat on a resting stool three meters away from the dresser Cressida sat by, his young and attentive eyes glued on her during the whole process. "The magic water is making Mommy's hair white!" He gasped once the hair bleach worked its magic on Cressida's hair, gasping even louder when the golden dye settled in. "It's really magic!!!"

Her heart warm, Cressida smiled as she put the implements away. "Amazing, right?" She opened her arms to her son, who immediately bolted from his seat to jump into his mother's lap.

"Mhm!" He widened his eyes, looking at the freshly reapplied dye, its golden of such brightness he felt as though he was looking at actual gold. "It's amazing, Mommy! Do you think I can have it, too?!"

"Hah, you really won't give up, will you?" She adjusted the boy on her lap, pensive. "Why not watch me a few more times? I could use such an apt flatterer."

Not knowing what that word meant, Forrest simply nodded. "Okay!" Anything if it meant to be able to witness the magic first hand!

To Cressida's surprise, Forrest kept faithfully watching her dye her hair through the course of the years. At the age of 10, he was already old enough to know it wasn't actually magic that did it, but some sort of chemical.

He kicked his feet from the bed as he watched, mesmerized as always. His own hair was already as long as Cressida's, curled into perfection, courtesy of his aunts Elise and Camilla. "Hey, Mother...?" He looked down as his heart thumped inside his chest.

Looking at his reflection, Cressida never stopped dyeing her hair. "Hm? What is it, Forrest?"

He hesitated, pressing his lips into a thin line. "Do... do you think I could dye my hair like yours, too? I know it's not magic..."

Cressida sputtered. "My persistency really does run in your blood, huh?" She mumbled more to herself than to the faraway boy, turning around to look him in the eye. "Do you remember what I said back then? That only adults could use this?"

"I-it doesn't have to be now! I can wait, I know I can." He got up, flustered. He was so serious it hurt Cressida to say no. "I just can't get enough of how pretty your hair is, Mother! I want to be like you..."

Would he give up once he reached puberty? He's been pretty persistent ever since he was as young as five years old, but maybe after, say, a decade of waiting, he'd give up? Of course, Cressida only wanted what was best for her son, but hair bleach could be harmful for him if used at such young age... She decided to take a bet, however, since his puppy eyes always got their way with her.

"Hmm... Alright, then once you're 15, I'll let you dye it, but only a little bit!" She added as she saw his whole face light up.

"Of course! Thank you so much, Mother!" He was about to jump for a hug, but Cressida held his shoulders.

"Watch out, I'm still full of bleach, silly boy!" She giggled, booping his nose. Embarrassed, the prince scratched the back of his neck much like his father did.

"Heehee, thank you, Mother! I won't forget this!" He curtsied and turned on his heel to sit on the bed to keep watching.

Gulping, Cressida turned back to face the mirror, wondering if she had given a shorter wait than it was appropriate. He had already waited five years, after all...

The next year, on his birthday, Forrest thanked Cressida's present (a new dress) with a hug, whispering an "only four more years, Mother!" before pulling away with a big smile. Cressida felt cold sweat stream down her back.

"Haha, y-yeah..." She looked as Forrest went around thanking everyone for the presents, wondering if he would actually forget about it...

As the prince grew, so did his sewing skills and good eye for the frilly and cute. At 13, he was already able to do his entire hair routine by himself, as well as sew simple dresses for his and Ophelia's dolls. Cressida could feel that instead of losing interest, Forrest was actually getting more and more into it every year -- now that he was older and knew better, he was allowed to sit close to her as she dyed her hair, always wearing that longing gaze.

"Only two more years..." he would sigh lovingly, resting his chin on both hands.

At that point, Cressida already started to give up on her son giving up the dye. Oh well, she thought, I'll just have to limit how often he reapplies it since fifteen's still pretty young.

For the entire duration of his fourteenth year, Forrest was even more giddy than before. "Just a few more months, Mother!" He would say, taking Cressida by the hand and taking her to strolls around the castle.

He had already grown so much -- he would be a tall man in the future for sure, though of course not as tall as his cousin Siegbert, who already towered over Cressida and Leo at age sixteen. Forrest was glad he was still shorter than his mother, but wouldn't actually mind if he were to grow even taller -- his aunt Camilla was the tallest woman he knew of and she still managed to be pretty and elegant, after all!

Height wouldn't stop him from striving to be at his cutest at all times.

Her son got along so well with everyone from their family as well as from the castle that Cressida hadn't noticed the exact moment she started to feel like she belonged. It happened so naturally she sometimes would stroke her son's face and thank him for making her grow as a person.

He would simply take her hand and smile in response, "I'm the one growing, Mother! Don't be silly!" He would giggle, setting Cressida off as well.

She would protect that boy, even from the harms of hair bleach.

The day before he turned fifteen, Forrest was so anxious he would catch himself walking back and forth whenever he was in a long corridor. "Mother!" He had been waiting for her to leave the meeting room so they could talk. "Oh, Mother, I'm so nervous about tomorrow! Can't we do it today instead? I'm beside myself!"

The bow knight snorted. "Don't be hasty, young man." She shifted the scrolls she held to one hand, using the other to boop his nose. "I shouldn't say this, but since you're so anxious, I'll let you in a secret," she leaned over the prince, who did the same to her, "I have a special, non-harmful kind of bleach ready for you, so I'll be able to reapply the dye a bit more often than we had previously arranged."

Forrest felt like crying, his entire face blushing in joy. "Oh, Mother! Thank you so much!" He hugged her tightly, not minding how the scrolls poked his chest. "Now I probably won't be able to sleep tonight!" He giggled, drying his eyes lest he started sobbing right there and then.

"Silly boy." She smiled. "I'll go to your room first thing in the morning, okay? Then we can show off our matching hairstyles the entire day."

Once again he felt like crying, his chin trembling. "Okay! Oh, I simply can't wait!"

Cressida felt a bubbly happiness sprout inside her chest, ever so glad to be able to share it with her wonderful son. They walked together to Cressida's next destination, his cheerfulness bleeding into her.

At night, she couldn't fight the smile as she snuggled into her husband's arms to sleep.

"You've been happy the whole day," Leo commented, making Cressida almost flinch.

"Can't I feel blessed that our son is turning fifteen tomorrow, my lord?" She teased, poking at his ribs. "I can scarcely believe."

"H-hey!" He shrunk from her tickle, holding her hand. "Don't approach such serious subject with teasings, c'mon." He scolded, though the smile on his face betrayed him.

"Hm? Then how should I approach it?" She scooted closer, placing her head over his pillow, their breaths intertwining. "Every day I feel something new -- I've never experienced this before, even after over a decade of marriage."

"Hey, you're saying like our marriage's cooled off or something," he scolded once again, placing her hand over his chest as he stole a kiss. "Surely we're still as heated as in the past?"

Cressida laughed loudly, accidentally bonking her forehead on his. "Owow, haha!" She squeezed her husband in her arms, feeling something new once again. "Why not show me the kind of heat you're so proud of, hmm?"

"Oh, you're asking for it!" He massaged his forehead with one hand, shoving Cressida do the side as he placed himself atop of her. She had to hold in a snort, finding the scene silly altogether -- him, trying to look cool while still rubbing his rosy forehead, pfft!

Truly, she loved that family.

Eluding Leo while he slept wasn't hard -- he wasn't a heavy sleeper per se, but also wasn't easy to wake up either. She tiptoed out of their quarters while holding a cardigan over her shoulders due to the morning misty cold. Carrying a bag she had prepared weeks in advance, she quickly made her way to Forrest's room, barely knocking on the door before he eagerly opened it.

"Happy birthday, Forrest-"

"Oh, Mother!" He threw himself in Cressida's arms, already eyeing the bag she had brought. His hair was so much like hers before he did his daily routine, it brought a smile to her lips whenever she saw it. "Thank you so much for this! I can't even believe it!" He squealed, hopping to the dresser.

Cressida snorted, closing the door behind her. "You're already used to watching me, but I'll still say it, okay? This is going to take a while since the bleach needs time to settle in. It'll also burn your roots, so it's okay to cry, especially since it's gonna be your first time."

Forrest sat down, his eager eyes paying attention to every detail. Cressida sat beside him, taking the products out of the bag. "Since it'll dry your hair by quite a bit, we'll need to hydrate it right away or else it'll be very hard to brush later," she pointed at each pot as she spoke. "After I apply the dye, we'll need a few minutes for it to settle in, and then we'll wash and dry your hair."

Forrest clasped both hands together in glee. "Oh, I simply can't wait! Please, Mother, hurry!" He bit his lower lip in anticipation.

"Hah, alright, alright. Don't hesitate to tell me when it starts hurting, alright? We can take our time since your party's only during the late afternoon."

"I don't need any parties, Mother! I've been looking forward to this for so long." He lowered his head so Cressida could comb his hair and tie back the part that wouldn't be dyed. "But of course it'll feel quite good to show off my wonderful new hair to everyone later, heehee."

Cressida smiled, kissing her son's head. "Stay still, now."

Obedient, Forrest followed every step his mother instructed him to, and teared up once the bleach started burning his roots. "The price of beauty." He whispered to himself so as not to cry, overjoyed to already see the lock losing its natural color.

Cressida laughed aloud at his conviction, but still filled her boy with kisses to keep his mind away from the pain. After she was done dyeing, he started getting impatient, already wanting to show off to everyone. Though he still kept quiet so as to follow all steps properly.

A good two hours had passed since Cressida had started, and the castle started to wake up around them -- Leo, specifically. He looked for his wife, finding the bed beside him cold.

Remembering what day it was, he concluded that Cressida would be pampering their son before Camilla could and snorted as he left the room. He gave Forrest's door a quick knock before opening it, almost bumping into his son on his way in.

"Forrest, happy bir- w-what's this on your head?" He took a step back.

"Father! Thank you so much!" Forrest curtsied, then looked over his shoulder to his mother. "Isn't it wonderful? Mother did it for me as a birthday present. I can't even believe it! I'm going to show it around now, excuse me!" He quickly passed by his father, his fluttery dress bouncing behind him.

Flabbergasted, Leo's mouth was left agape as he watched his son walk away. "Cressida..." He crossed his arms, quickly narrowing his eyes to his wife.

With her back to the door, Cressida flinched comically, looking at her husband's reflection. "I swear I thought he would give up on it. He's been asking for A DECADE, Leo! He's too persistent!"

The prince walked at slow steps towards his wife. "I don't need to tell you how dangerous hair bleach is for children." He said in a low voice.

"Of course not." Cressida turned around, looking up to her husband. "I told him we're only dyeing his hair once or twice a year at most until he's an adult -- and I'm also using a special kind of bleach I managed to find after some research."

Leo sighed, sitting beside his wife, their legs on opposing sides of the bench. "Alright, if you thought up that far, then I'll forgive you. But keeping that a secret for over ten years? What's up with that?"

Cressida rested her head on Leo's shoulder. "To be honest, I wasn't trying to hide it. It's just that you coincidentally were never present whenever Forrest would mention it."

"Hum." Leo pouted. "I'll see if I can forgive you for that, then. It IS a capital offense to lie to the royal family, you know."

"Hah," Cressida laughed. "I'll concede defeat this time, your highness. I'll await your punishment... Later. Today is Forrest's day, after all."

Leo smirked, watching his wife cheekly press her forehead on his face. "Such rare occasion, for your to accept defeat so easily. Don't think I won't take advantage of that." He bit the tip of her nose, then gestured at her to get up. "C'mon, I want to get a closer look at our son; he's growing into you more and more every day."

"Funny," Cressida accepted Leo's hand to get up. "I was gonna say the same about you."

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