#all the BEagles are done and coming your way

[vintagesuga]

Cuddle Party - Ot8

Genre: Huge fluff, Hybrid A.U

Paring: Polyamorus Ot8 x gn! reader

Warning: Polyamory, brief mentions of food

a/n: I meant to post this ages ago, but ya know 🤷🏻‍♀️. It's just kinda hard to keep consistency with my writing, and I hate that :( I want to write more. Also, this is proofread, but still let me know of any mistakes. It is greatly appreciated!!

Coming home to a quiet house wasn't all that unusual. There were sometimes when you could get some peace, but living with 8 hybrids, it was very rare for said peace. The calmest thing you had come home to was them talking about who knows what in the living room.

Kicking off your shoes and hanging up your coat, you placed your keys on the hook by the door. You moved sluggishly as you locked the door and padded into the living room. Before you could make it in all the way, however, a soft ball of fur startled you as it slinked in between your feet. You looked down, making sure you wouldn't kick it, as you quickly caught yourself on the wall. An orange tabby looked up at you, meowing at you like nothing happened. Like the little demon didn't just almost kill you. But you should have guessed he would greet you at the door. He always did.

"Hi to you too, Minho." You said as you reached down to pet him. He met you halfway, butting his head in your hand. "Where are the others?"

Minho didn't answer you. He just started to stroll down the hall. He then looked back at you, trilling at you as if to tell you to follow. You followed behind him as he climbed the stairs and made his way to your bedroom. All the while, he would look back, making sure you were still following.

Your bedroom door was cracked open slightly, just big enough for an animal to slip in. You pushed it open all the way now, trying to be somewhat quiet. The sight that greeted you was absolutely heart meltingly sick.

There on your bed were all your beloved hybrids. All snuggled up to each other, taking up most of the space on your bed. Each one was in their animal form, the mass of fur rising and falling with their breathing. It was cute. You resisted the urge to coo at them, not wanting to disturb their sleep.

Hyunjin, your panther hybrid, was stretched out just below your pillows. With his legs spread toward the middle of your bed, he looked as if he wanted to take up as much space as possible. In the space between his neck and shoulder was a tiny brown ball. It would seem Jisung, your chipmunk hybrid, thought Hyunjin made for a good pillow. I mean, who could blame him? You had done the same thing once or twice. Jisung was curled in on himself, taking up as little space as possible. It was funny, seeing the difference between the two of them.

In the middle of the bed lay a mass of multi-colored fur. A beagle, fennec fox, and Australian Mist. Seungmin, the beagle, was facing your closet. His back against Jeongin's who faced the opposite wall. Jeongin, the fox, was curled up in a ball. His large ears lay flat against his head and his fluffy tail covering his snout. Felix, your other cat hybrid, also had his back facing the other two, and much like Jeongin, he too was curled up in a ball. What was funny was that on top of all three hybrids lay Changbin. The bunny hybrid had somehow burrowed his way into the junction at their backs. His feet faced Seungmin and every so often would thump against the poor puppy. Although the puppy didn't seem to mind.

Chan, ever the caring pack leader, had taken up the space at the foot of the bed. Curled up with his snout in his tail, the wolf hybrid faced the bedroom door as if to protect his pack. His eyes were on you, and his ears would twitch in your direction every so often. There, by his head, the sheets were disrupted, and you suspected that's where Minho was lying. Offering his silent support to your pack leader.

Like I said earlier, it was an adorable sight to behold. All your hybrids cuddled up together on your bed. Note that your bed is big enough that at least two or three of them could be in human form. I mean, that's the whole reason you bought a king-sized bed. Curiously, though, they all decided to sleep in their animal form, more than likely just for convenience.

You carefully snapped a photo, sharing it with the group chat, before quietly making your way to the bathroom. You stopped by your dresser, grabbing a change of clothes.

When you came back out of the bathroom, nothing changed. Minho had just laid back down in his spot, butting his head softly against Chan's. Like he was reassuring him that everything was ok, it was just you. No threats.

You smiled. Times like this, it's what you lived for. Just the domesticity of it all melted your heart. All of you are so different, yet you worked so cohesively, like you were just extensions of each other. Made for one another. It just made you beyond happy.

Quietly, you slunk out of the bedroom, going back downstairs to eat. You would join the fur pile later, maybe even convince one of them to cuddle in their human form. More than likely, Felix or Jisung. For now, however, you needed food. Craving the Jajangmyeon Minho texted you about earlier. You ate relatively slow, and your moves are sluggish. Your exhaustion is setting in gradually.

By the time you finished and cleaned up the dishes, it was nearing 10 pm. So you made your way back upstairs after double-checking locks and lights. Back in your room, the fur pile seemed to have shifted only slightly. Changbin now cuddled up in Felix’s paws. Jeongin had stretched out, and Seungmin was now facing the door more.

Hyunjin was a rock and didn't move an inch. Jisung had gotten hot and splayed out on your pillows, his bushy tail flicking every now and again. You chuckled, shuffling over to the side of the bed before deciding to disturb them. You didn't want to, but you needed to sleep too.

“Alright you moochers. Pack it up and move, I need in here.” You softly nudged Hyunjin's head. Hoping he would get the memo and at least wake up enough to move.

He huffed, moving his head but making no progress in waking up. So you patted his body a little harder. It earned you a growl as he started to shift, which in turn made everyone else shift. Hyunjin's weight disturbing the bed.

Jeongin let out a yawn as he woke up. Pawing at his face before realizing you were there. He jumped up almost instantly, shoving his face in your hands. Jisung startles awake, making a noise as he hops down from the pillows stretching and moving off the bed.

The others showed their enthusiasm in various ways. Nuzzling against you and cuddling up around you, something that was easier in animal form. Jisung had come out of the bathroom, hugging you from behind as he pressed his face in your neck. Mumbling his hellos against your skin. Chan waited patiently. He had transformed into his human form a bit ago. Waiting for the others to have their turns first.

“How was work?” He greeted you with a peck to your lips. Hearing a couple of groans from those who had shifted. Seungmin made a comment about needing to throw up. Like he wasn't just peppering your face earlier.

You groaned at the mention of work. “It was ok. Had to sit through a dumb meeting that they could have just summed up in an email.”

“That's how it is, though. They just want to make sure you hear it, I guess.” Chan chuckled as you rolled your eyes.

“I guess. It's just so boring, and now I'm tired and just wanting cuddles.”

You flopped on the bed, mindful of those who were still lying down. You got comfy in the middle, opening up either side of you to anyone who wanted cuddles. Jisung dove at the opportunity, nuzzling up to your side as he tangled his limbs with yours. It had been a while since he had his turn with you.

That's how you all worked. Taking turns being cuddled up with each other. Since you couldn't shift into an animal, you were often in the middle of some cuddle sandwiches. The others could shift so they could shimmy themselves wherever there was space. You all had your own rooms but it was nice sleeping all together sometimes. Changbin and Jisung, especially, loved making nests in your bed.

“Why were you all in my room?” You asked as Hyunjin took up the space on your other side. His long arms snake around your waist, pulling you into his chest.

“Cause we missed you. And your scent is strongest here.” He mumbled into your hair, already falling back asleep.

“I wasn't even gone that long.”

“Yeah but still. Missed you.” Jisung pressed a kiss to your forehead.

It was easiest for Hyunjin and Jisung to be the ones in human form when all nine of you slept together. Since they were the biggest and smallest in animal form. The others curled up along the bed in various places. It was hot, sure, that's why you dressed so loosely, but you wouldn't have it any other way.

This was home.

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[that-damn-fouth-chaosemerald]

𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ♡

See my other Welcome Home work here!

Requested by @mugmaya19

Request: If you are taking in requests could you do one where we just randomly grab their face and kiss them around their face’s before we just walk away like nothing happened? Again if you aren’t doing that then feel free to use this as a way of creative thinking! Have a good day

×A/N×

Omg I had so much fun the writing of this!! I love them so much! 😭❤

I think the chosed scenario was adorable and I absolutely loved it!

I hope you'll have the same fun with the reading of this!

Btw sorry for the picture of Sally :")

(You don't know how much I loved writing Poppy's part- 😭❤)

×❢ About my work ❢×

no proofread, it can have spelling mistakes, look, idk if they can blush or even have a heart, but now they do, okay? lol, no smut, just sweet fluff, no pronouns used for the reader, petnames like darling, love, hon.

Fandom: Welcome Home horror project by Clown

Character(s): Wally Darling, Barnaby B. Beagle, Eddie Dear, Julie Joyful, Frank Frankly, Howdy Pillar, Sally Starlet, Poppy Partridge, The Reader|You| (Y/N) |Neighbour

Ship(s): The characters x The Reader|You| (Y/N) |Neighbour

Form: Headcanons

Wally Darling

"Wally, come here, I want to show you something!" 

• after you placed his face into your hands 

• You started kissing him around

• cheeks, lips, nose

• gosh he felt like heaven between your kisses

• he just sat there still as he accepted his fate

• not like he would want to disagree :D

• after some time, he even leaned forward a bit to have more

• he decided that it was his turn to give you kisses

• he was planning to give a "mwah" to you

• but you turned away and left him

• (a.n: *dramatic gasp* how dare you?! >:c) 

• he was just sitting there and confusedly watched as you left

• "Where are you going, neighbour?"

• dw, if you're not getting his smooch now, you'll get it later, I can promise that! 😌✨

Sally Starlet

"Sally, can you come here for a minute?"

• she was practicing, so at first she wasn't too happy that you disturbed her

• "Yeah, yeah, I'm almost finished (Y/N)!" 

• after a few minutes she were already in front of you with a furious look

• (a.n: how dare you disturb her? >:( /jk) 

• "What do you want, (Y/N)?" she asked impatiently. 

• but you just stood up and gave a small kiss on her lips without an answer

• she was too surprised to react anything, so you continued

• her face was between your soft hands, while you gave an another kiss on her forehead

• she didn't fight too much about it

• she even leaned into your touch

• after you were done, you thought that you can just simply walk away

• well, *chuckle* no. 

• you DISTURBED her practice, then made her heart skip a beat and fall in love with you AGAIN, and after all this, you wanna just WALK AWAY like nothing happened?! 

• she quickly catched you by your wrist with a unsatisfied look and a smirk on her face

• "No, I think not, (Y/N). We need to talk."

Frank Frankly

"Frank, can you come here?"

• first he just approached you innocently, but he could feel that you were planning something

• he didn't know what specifically, but the aura around you could tell that you're on something

• but he still walked up to you and asked 

• "What do you need, darling?"

• you gently put your hands on his face 

• and give one kiss to his forehead 

• an another to his lips

• and an another one to his right cheek

• "What are you doing, darling?" he asked as he softly pulled you closer to him by your hips. 

• you just kept kissing him, didn't bring yourself to answer

• you didn't let him to give back the kisses, but he could catch one and return it

• he even hummed from the enjoyment of your affection

• he could stay like this forever and ever

• but you let go from him

• the moment that he realised that you're planning to go away, he quickly grabbed your wrist and pulled you back to him

• "Where do you think you're going, love?" 

Barnaby B. Beagle

"Come here, Barnaby!" 

• he feels like heaven between your hands

• he immediately leaned into the touch as you started kissing him around his face

• gosh your rubs feels so good! 

• I can imagine that he gently starts biting your hands in an affectionately way

• he even closed his eyes from your sweet kisses

• but as soon as he stopped feeling your touch, he quickly opened his eyes confusedly

• in the last minutes, he still hoped that you'll turn back

• but you didn't :(

• "Uhh... (Y/N)? Buddy? Where are you going?" 

Howdy Pillar

"Howdy, can you help me, please?" 

• he came up to you obliviously

• "What is it, hon?" 

• he's always ready to help you, when you need him

• you asked him to come closer and he did as you requested from him

• you softly grabbed his face and started placing sweet kisses on his face

• he softly chuckled at the first ones

• he's more like a kiss giver than receiver, but although he enjoys it

• when you wanted to leave, he just simply whined

• "No, don't go, (Y/N)!" 

Poppy Partridge

• Today Poppy seemed like she was pretty frustrated. Her wings were shaking, making the binding more difficult to her. You decided to check on her and give her a little comfort. 

"Wa- Wait, Poppy, let me help you!" 

• you made her to let go the sweater that she was working on and after her attention was on you, you've finally could help

• you gently started to caress her wings, attend to not to crease her feathers

• and gave soft kisses around her beak

• but she's just got more frustrated and flushed

• when you were about to leave, you actually changed your mind

• she didn't say anything 'cause she was too nervous and shy to say it out loud, but her eyes were literally begged for your affection

• please give her more, she deserves it! ♡

• (btw the sweater which was she working on, it's actually for)

Julie Joyful

"Hey, Julie, come here!" 

• she approached you happily and smiley, like she always does

• what she didn't know that you were planning to make her heart jump out of her chest

• ( i mean, in a metaphoric way)

• "What is it, (Y/N)?" 

• you didn't pay attention to answer, instead you just grabbed her face and started kissing her around

• i can imagine that she giggles while you kissing her 

• she actually leans forward to make your work easier

• when you walked away, Julie just simply started to follow you with a disappointed look

• "Aww, where are you going, (Y/N)?" "Don't leave me here!" "But (Y/N)!" 

• she will keep ask more until you actually give the kisses to her

Eddie Dear

"Eddie, can you come here for a second?"

• I can assure that you kept kissing him much longer than just a second lol

• he was there in seconds

• just like always, he's ready to help you in anything

• "Is there something wrong, hon?" 

• at first, he wanted to return the kisses when you started to give them to him

• but later he finally catch up that it was you what will give the kisses

• so he just leaned into your touch and enjoyed your soft kisses

• as he got more comfortable in your touch eventually he closed his eyes

• he was just about to get too comfy, when you stood up and walked away

• He calls after you worriedly. 

"(Y/N)? Did I do something wrong?"

• he's more worried than confused, 'cause he's afraid that he did something wrong to you

• please give him more kisses to make sure that he's loved and he did nothing wrong (and that he doesn't cry) 

[soda-sparkss]

HOME-BOUND

Its me again, hi <3 I've made yet another Welcome Home Au called Home- Bound where You're on a Train to Escape Your Mundane Life. Every friendly neighbor has their own cart on the train, with Julie's being the first one you're seated at and Wally's being the conductor car. Make your way through this whimsical little train ride that seems to last for Eternity! Where are you headed? Who knows! Trying to Escape the train once you're on will result in a proper Punishment. If you get off before the train Stops, there will be no moving from the spot that you landed on. Any physical or emotional violence caused to the train will result in consequences varying in severity depending on how much damage you've done. Please do Remember that the train is your Home the train is your Home the train is your Home the train is your Home the train is your H Oh, and one more thing! Don't Forget Your Ticket.

Cars are in order starting from the back. Sleeping/Boarding Car Jullie's Car Poppy's Car Sally's Car Howdy's Car Frank's Car Eddie's Car Barnaby's Car Wally's Car/Conductor Car

First off, We have our Humble Conductor, Wally Darling!

Being at the front of the Train, Wally has many responsibilities as a Conductor. Once you board the Train, he will come back to the Boarding Car to punch your Ticket. It is Imperative that you have it, lest you be sent right back to the station!

Second up is Barnaby B Beagle! Wally's very very very close "Friend".

In this lovely dog's car, he can be found cracking so many fun jokes! Heck, he has an entire book full of Comedy skits from passengers who were Fortunate enough to make it up to his car all the way from the Boarding car! Though, if you want to leave, you'll have to give him another skit to add to his book!

Next up is the darling Mailman, Eddie Dear!

This dearest mailman send out all the letters and Tickets to future Residents of the Home Bound Express. He's quite the workaholic, especially during the nighttime hours! If you happen to make it to his car, be in for a load of sorting letters, snacks, and lovely stories about all of his travels on the Train! Poor guy is a afraid of snails too..

Next up is the trains Librarian, Frank Frankly!

If you enter his car, you'll be greeted with books up the Wazoo! He will insist you look at any one that interests you. The books are written by him and consist an encyclopedia of facts about every existing bug on the planet. Not one bug left out! Unfortunately, if you want to leave, you'll have to take a quiz. Find a book about a specific bug he tells you about, read through it, and then tell him what you learned. Careful not to let the bookflies(book butterflies!) distract you! After you tell Frank the facts you learned, you have to navigate your way through a maze in the garden behind his library. Don't worry, the bugs will guide you!

Next up is the 'local' Grocer, Howdy Pillar!

Who can resist a Pillar who advertises his wares so well? He has everything from the little doodads to wild thingamajigs! Careful you don't get lost in the maze of his stock. If you want to leave, however, you must buy something or solve a little riddle of his!

Next up is the ONE AND ONLY!! Sally Starlet!

This Star is always putting on a Show!(With sleep and snack breaks, of course.) Her seemingly endless act will have you wrapped up in a world completely different from your own! Her whips and twirls will thread a story right before your very eyes! It's Almost Impossible to Look Away!! Also, nighttime shows are provided for people with insomnia, headphones are provided for those with sensory issues, plushies and hand santizer are provided for people with anxieties or obsessive compulsions.

And following right behind her is Poppy Partridge!

Who doesn't want an absolute sweetheart to take them under her wing and provide a comfortable place to Relax! Treats are baked for anyone who wants one! Beanbag chairs cots, futons, and a plethora of cushions are provided, as well as DvD players and a TV for Entertainment. Careful, too many sweets from this lovely Partridge will send you into a Deep Sleep.

Then we have the lovely Julie Joyful!

Julie is so playful! If you step foot into her car, you're in for a whole day full of fun games like Tag, Tic Tac Toe, and Hide and Seek! Hide and Seek is her favorite game! Though I can't say the same for her victims Passengers.

And then the Train himself, Home!

While Home is the train, pictured above is his physical manifestation. If he doesn't have a cup of tea, he'll probably be smoking Candy Cloud, which is their form of tobacco.

And Last but not Least, You!

That's right, You! YOu reading this right now! Go ahead and put yourself in the au, draw yourself interacting with the neighbors! You can use this base, I'll post a blank version soon enough! A HUGE huge thank you to @mumimoondrops and @severalbonez for helping me with designs and the story! Mumi is a co-owner of the au. Notes and Disclaimers: Disclaimer: I do not own the characters in Welcome Home. They all belong to @partycoffin. And while two people have already made train conductor au's I wanted to make my own story and designs for the cast! Design Inspirations: @chez-cinnamon, @clownsuu Tags: @3amclothesmonster, @dottyorange, @doggwwoggy23, @kennethmoop, @snowshinefivez5, @larzuen, @nyx-mrbones-2360, @vixxproductions, @sedittedice, @mumimoondrops, @ari-jay, @strugglebugglemoth, @wheatlover, @unpleasantbread, @mockhound, @purplefoxy14, and @anonymous-paperbag

[joelswritingmistress]

Halloween: Chapter 3 (Joel Miller x OC)

Ellie finished putting up the new lighting fixture and then gave a knock on the front door to signal Nicole that she was done. When she opened the door, Ellie motioned upward to show her her handy work.

"Can you text a picture of it to Joel?" She asked.

"Sure." Nicole took out her phone and snapped a quick photo.

"That dog doesn't stop barking," Ellie complained.

"Well he's a beagle. They're hunting dogs. It's what they do." She glanced around the yard and gave a whistle before venturing out to go round him up with Ellie at her heels.

"Lucky!" Nicole shouted the dog's name.

"What are you doing here?" Ellie asked as they rounded the side of the house.

"Dog sitting," Nicole answered.

"Yeah, okay." Ellie let out a laugh prompting Nicole to look back at her. Rather than indulge in the conversation she called out for the dog again.

This kid is wise beyond her years, Nicole thought of Ellie.

"He's over there by the neighbor's fence." Ellie pointed and the two of them went to investigate what the dog was barking at.

"Lucky..." Nicole called his name again as they grew closer and this time the dog trotted over to her.

"Go see what he was barking at," Ellie said.

"You go see," she challenged with a laugh. Almost immediately the funny nature of the situation died off as she imagined the man in the mask from earlier in the morning. "Hey Ellie, you weren't screwing around this morning were you... like trying to scare people, or friends of yours weren’t, by wearing Michael Myers mask, right?"

She shook her head. "I got in enough trouble last night. I'm working on trying to get my privileges back so I can go out tonight."

"Well, good luck. I think Joel will vouch for you for fixing the light." Nicole scooped up the dog and was about to head back but turned when Ellie headed toward the fence. "What are you doing?"

"Seeing what's behind here." She raised his eyebrows.

"No... come on." Nicole waved a hand, suddenly spooked again.

"That's no fun." She darted away toward the fence and Nicole watched as she disappeared around it.

For a moment Nicole stood there with her hand on her hip and the dog under her other arm. When Ellie didn't immediately return she shook her head. "Ellie! What are you doing?" There was no answer. "Ellie!"

Nicole waited and looked around the empty yard. The hair raised on the back of her neck as she stood parallel to the wind-tossed sheets on the laundry line in the neighbor's backyard. Her eyes then shifted toward the upstairs window of Joel's bedroom where she had been looking out that morning.

"Ellie!" Nicole shouted her name another time and cursed under her breath when she didn't respond. "Damn it kid..." she marched toward the fence without slowing down and despite the hesitation as she approached Nicole pushed past that fear and rounded the corner.

"Boo!" Ellie waited for her just around the corner and laughed when she jumped.

Nicole shook her head. "That's not funny."

"Did you think Michael Myers got me?"

She rolled her eyes and then pulled her by the arm. "Keep it up and I'll have Joel tell your dad that you were still messing around."

"Fine, fine..." Ellie put up her hands in defeat and Nicole smiled to herself as they walked back toward the front of the house.

"Look I've got to go," Nicole told him, escorting the dog back inside. She felt for her keys in her pocket. "Are you all done here?"

Ellie nodded and then her face twisted in such a way that Nicole could tell she had something on the tip of her tongue to say.

"What?" She asked.

"Can I get ride down to the parade?"

The adult in Nicole wanted to ask if she was allowed to go to the parade, but her youthfulness won her over as she remembered the joys of being a teenager. Despite Ellie's wrongdoing she wanted to see her enjoy the day. "Sure."

"Really? Thanks!"

"Just... don't get yourself in more trouble when we get down there."

Ellie put one hand on her chest and raised the other. "I promise."

Nicole laughed and waved Ellie with her. "Come on..."

The two of them piled into the car and she began to back the car out of the driveway. As they pulled away Ellie caught a glimpse of someone walking out by the fence that separated the two yards.

For a brief second she contemplated telling Nicole, though she decided it was probably the neighbor and didn't feel like getting in trouble again. With that, she turned up the radio and leaned back in the seat.

"So are you guys dating?" Ellie asked, turning to Nicole. "You and Joel."

"Are you dating anyone?" She challenged him, again not wanting to get into the logistics of their relationship.

"Why, you interested?" She joked with a laugh. "Relax, I'm kidding."

"I'll make you walk."

"I like a girl... her name's Dina. We were supposed to hang out tonight but now I probably can't."

"Well, maybe you shouldn't have been throwing rocks at peoples houses."

"She was with me," Ellie confessed,  "I just didn't want to rat her out, ya know? And another friend of ours, too. We were just seeing who could hit the light first... I mean no offense but Joel is kind of a dick so that's why we chose his house."

"Well he totally let you off the hook... so he can't be that bad."

"Totally!" Ellie said back, laughing again as she continued to tease Nicole. She then pointed up the way. Ellie waved to some stray police officers she apparently knew, and Nicole did the same just out of habit. Neither of them noticed the green station wagon behind them.

…

"Do you know what day it is, sheriff?" Dr. Loomis asked Marlene. "Do you know the date?"

"Look, I have enough to worry about on Halloween night in this town," Marlene told him firmly. "I can't have my force out here looking for a ghost."

Nicole approached where Joel stood with Marlene and Dr. Loomis with Ellie at her heels.

"We are talking about evil on two legs," Dr. Loomis went on. "He stole a car from Smith's Grove last night. Judith Myers' headstone is missing! Mark my words he is here or he is coming here."

"Hey..." Nicole greeted Joel and pressed her eyebrows together upon hearing Dr. Loomis's latest claims. She lowered her voice. "What's going on?"

"Are you the one that saw him?" Dr. Loomis approached them.

Nicole raised her eyebrows. "Me?"

"Michael Myers... this morning in the yard."

Nicole looked to Joel who shot the man daggers. "He's not... he's dead... right?" She asked.

"He's here and if we don't stop him we'll have a repeat of 1978 on our hands."

"You said a car was stolen," Nicole indulged in the man's story. "What kind of car was it?"

"A green station wagon with-"

"Writing on the side," Nicole finished.

"You've seen it," Dr. Loomis suspected. He eyed Joel. "Don't let her out of your sight the rest of the day. She may very well be in grave danger."

"Okay I've heard enough," Marlene said. "You're going to spook the whole town. It's time to move it along."

"I'm wasting my time." Dr. Loomis shook his head and then handed Nicole his card. "If you see the car again don't approach it but call me... urgently."

Joel snatched the card from Dr. Loomis and gave the man a look. "Thanks."

Dr. Loomis reluctantly made his way back to his car and shook his head as he left their small group of people standing dumbfounded on the town green.

"I knew there was something up with that car," Nicole said to Joel.

"Honey, the man he's speaking about is dead."

"I wouldn't put much thought into it," Marlene added.

"But the car... and the man in the mask... it's an odd coincidence, no?"

"No," Marlene assured her. "Every Halloween in Haddonfield is more like a circus than anything. Do you know how many idiots I see trying to scare people with the Myers mask." He turned to Ellie. "And why are you down here?"

"Nicole drove me. I just wanted to tell you personally that the job was done."

"She fix the light?" Joel asked, glancing at Nicole.

"Yeah." She whipped out her phone and showed him the picture.

"Good fuckin' job kid," Joel told him with a laugh.

"Can I go out tonight, Marlene? Please..." Ellie looked at Marlene who still didn't appear satisfied.

"We'll see." She glanced over as Dr. Loomis's car pulled away. "With all this nonsense going on I don't think it's the best idea."

"Please-"

"We'll talk later." Marlene eyed Ellie and glanced at Joel and Nicole.

"I think that's our cue honey." Joel motioned for Nicole to follow him and looked back to Marlene and grinned. "Excuse us."

"Thanks for the ride," Ellie said genuinely.

"No problem." She tipped her mouth up in a half smile and walked away with Joel.

"You’re spooked aren’t you?" Joel began to tickle her, making her laugh but she quickly squirmed away.

"No." Nicole smiled at him and then forced him to stop to talk to her. "But... what the hell was that all about?"

"I think the guy's a fuckin' wackjob." Joel smiled wide. "But... just in case I think you should stick with me the rest of the day."

"I can't complain about that." She looked around to make sure they didn't have an audience and then kissed him. "I thought you were working down here."

"I am," he explained. "For another hour or so." Joel reached into his back pocket for his wallet and pulled out a twenty. "Go get yourself some lunch. Hang around the shops over here then you can follow me back to my house."

"I have money." Nicole smiled up at him.

"You took care of my dog," he teased. "Just let me buy you lunch and get us a bottle of wine for tonight." Joel winked and she accepted the money.

"You're not... worried about me are you?" Nicole raised her eyebrows as a slow grin spread across her face. She loved hearing that Joel cared about her at times. It was an insecurity that lingered because Joel wasn’t always overly affectionate - though in the times he was, it overemphasized how he felt about her. Internally, Nicole knew there was nothing to worry about; but that didn’t stop her from eating up these little moments.

"Well let's see... you're talking about a mysterious car, this odd, old Dr. Loomis guy says it's the one that was stolen, you see some asshole in a mask out the window. No, I'm not worried." He grinned and gave the back of her neck a squeeze before kissing her on the forehead. "Just hang around these shops here if you don't mind."

"I don't mind." Nicole looked up at him adoringly and felt herself doing it but couldn't help herself. His lingering ear-to-ear smile made her melt that much more.

"And red wine if you don't mind." Joel tipped her chin up and kissed her once.

"I was thinking of a nice Cabernet."

"Perfect honey." He winked. "Stay away from strange vehicles. Keep your phone off vibrate so you get my call."

"I will." Nicole smiled and reluctantly parted from him. She watched as he walked back toward the project he had been working on then stared down at the twenty dollar bill in her hand and headed across the street to a little sandwich shop.

Pacing the sidewalk was Dr. Loomis and she could tell from the antsy nature of his walking and the way he occasionally snuck a glance in her direction that he had something to say.

[bitbybitwrites]

Helloooooo folks . . I haven't done one of these in a LONG time, I know. Summer - into September - kept me busy with helping a friend out with a (non writing related) project. So I haven't been doing much . . .

Well, now I'm playing MAJOR catch up with everything that got pushed aside while I was busy with other things. That does include writing!

I will admit, have hit a bit of writing block . . and maaaaybe (ok, most definitely) have also been totally engrossed in reading all those #kinktober / #flufftober / #angstober /#klainetober fics you talented folks have been posting!

(I'm soooo now wanting to try my hand at kinktober, but will admit I am highly intimidated.)

For any Klaine readers, I did post Chapter 28 of my epic: If I Can Make Your Heart My Home.

And below the cut, I'll have a couple of Klaine and RWRB snippets I have managed lately for you.

Thanks as always to these lovely folks for tagging me and thinking of me for WIP Wednesday and Six/Seven/Some Sentence Sundays lately ( if I missed anyone, I'm sorry!):

@sophie1973 , @porcelainmortal, @onthewaytosomewhere, @forabeatofadrum, @iboatedhere

@thesleepyskipper, @seths-rogens, @priincebutt @thighzp, @alasse9 @thinkof-england

@caterpills @taste-thewaste @tinyarmedtrex @14carrotghoul

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First off, I have not forgotten my RWRB fic, Puppy Love . . I'm working on the next chapter, a snippet for you:

“Haz.” “Haz. .  .” “Pssst . . . Haz . . .” A crumpled piece of paper  collided with Henry’s forehead and plopped unceremoniously onto the desk before him., knocking him back into the present moment. “I’m sorry, what?” Henry asked. Pez snorted as he looked at his best friend.  David had just jumped up onto Pez’ lap, licking his face excitedly.  “Can you believe this, David, dear boy, “ Pez asked the beagle.  “I’m being ignored.  Your father’s ignoring me.  Me!” Henry rolled his eyes as he resumed scanning the financial paperwork in front of him.  “You are impossible.” Pez continued to ignore Henry as he continued his conversation with the eager pup.  “David, I feel that you would understand.   You see, your father’s obsession . .” “I’m not obsessed with Alex!” “Case in point, “ said Pez, grinning at David, who snuggled further into his arms.  “I did not bring up your handsome doctor’s name . . yet your father knew EXACTLY who I was talking about by inference alone.” Henry huffed and tried once again to focus on the mind numbingly boring paperwork in front of him.  Though the mention of Alex’s name, did bring the vet to mind . . . again.  His beautiful eyes, those dark curls that Henry was longing to run his fingers through again . . those hands.  Henry shivered thinking all about what he saw those hands do during their last video call. Another crumpled sheet of paper smacked him in the chest. “Obsessed.” Pez reiterated with a pointed look to his best friend.  “You are obsessed, my darling.  You might as well admit it.” “Am not!” “Infatuated, then . .” “That’s practically the same thing . . and as I had mentioned before . . I am not.” “Are too.” “Am not." "Are toooooo . . ." "Are we really going to stoop to this?” Pez smirked.  “Oh, but it’s so much fun to see you this flustered over a boy.”

Here's a little thing I am trying to write for the first week of Klainetober prompt:

Clutching a red Solo cup filled with some god knows what potent alcoholic concoction, Blaine slowly worked his way through the room, stopping to say hello to a few students he recognized from class, but mostly admiring the handiwork and imaginative costumes many folks had come up with. He was just about to go up to a young woman who had amazingly crocheted an entire King Bowser costume when he was jostled by a roaming drunk band of actors in Hamilton outfits, reenacting one of the numbers from the show.  Blaine cursed under his breath as he lost his footing and stumbled into someone behind him. Blaine’s hand had jerked upward as he fell to the ground, causing the contents of his cup to fly into the air and land on him and his unsuspecting victim behind him. “Hey, what the hell?!” a voice behind him shrieked. Blaine struggled to pull his cape off of his head, which had fallen there as he took his embarrassing spill to the floor.  Once he did, he found himself staring upwards at the most beautiful man on earth.  Who was extremely pissed off. And dripping wet. “Oh, my god,” Blaine said as he quickly got to his feet , nearly slipping in the puddle of his drink and falling down once again.  “Oh my god.  I am . .I am so . .so sorry.  I didn’t mean to . . . I swear those guys . .  .” “Are assholes!” The beautiful stranger yelled off in the direction of the roving drunken students many of whom laughed out loud and threw both Blaine and him the middle finger. Desperate to make things right, Blaine (ever the fix-it guy) began taking the edge of his cape and using it to pat dry the other man gingerly.  The stranger was dressed in a very form fitting black shimmery body suit that hugged every inch of what appeared to be a lithe, trim figure.  A gold belt rested low on his hips, accentuating the stranger’s shoulder to waist ratio.  A necklace of golden medallion sat upon his chest and in his upswept chestnut hair peeked a pair of black cat ears.  Leather knee-high, lace up boots and a menacing black leather whip finished off the ensemble. It was both electrifyingly sexy and intimidating at the same time.

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That's all I've got at the moment, folks . . .

Going to tag the following people in case they want to share anything they are currently working on ( writing, art . . etc . .):

@spaceorphan18 @sparklepocalypse @wowbright @hkvoyage @myheartalivewrites

@mynonah @special-bc-ur-part-of-it @justgleekout @datshitrandom @itsmaybitheway

@coffeegleek @mossy-fae @daisyishedwig @annepi-blog

And open tag for anyone who wants to share!

[stormsbourne]

the real thing of it for me is that I played cf first and as a result I can kind of understand, a hair, a sliver, where this stuff comes from because, since cf was a last late addition, there's just a lot less meat on the bones and more space to fill in and some people have chosen to do that with 2010-20s politics that do not gel at all with the few times edelgard tells you her plans and goals

and I mean a lot of properly understanding every character in the game (but especially the lords) is seeing what happens with them in other routes. in cf dimitri has not even lost an eye and seems like he is doing at least a little bit better than he is on the other routes as he hasn't been in feral hiding mode for 5 years and he's had his support system intact. meanwhile on other routes edelgard is using forcibly transformed demon beasts and actively working with the actual villains of the game -- and no I don't think the slithers are just an addition to fool normies into centrism ala your daisy fitzroys or whatever, because that is not something this game is concerned with lol. feel like people deploy this accusation about centrist both sides bad villains every time ever since they saw it done in a youtube video and it's just not something that applies here

and also I'm sorry to say it but cf is just unfortunately not super good. it's shorter than the other plots, the characterization sometimes involves a lot of idiot ball carrying, there's sometimes a severe tone problem like the bit where the game goes from edelgard lying and telling everyone rhea blew up fort merceus (it's weird how nobody ever brings this up!!!) to anime shenanigans from the other beagles. who btw are written way more seriously and with much more depth in silver snow, the route that was originally intended for them before cf got added in at the end. there's no fucking reunion anime clip after the skip?? it's actually vaguely unclear byleth even falls into the crevice or whatever because edelgard just suddenly shouts as byleth goes off screen?

also again, the delightful complexity of edelgard believing the ends have to justify the means or her suffering meant nothing, I find that super interesting. but that's not the character people want to write and while I -- kind of -- get it I do think that it's just less compelling

I'm editing this to add another thing which is that each route has at least one commoner in the pre-recruited class to provide the working class take on what's going on and dorothea, the ONLY pre-recruited commoner for cf and ss, has never been less happy with the war than she is in cf

anyway

conflicted complicated morally gray edelgard is just a more fun concept to me

[tiredly101]

Part 3: What if Howdy's place was Barnaby becoming aware of his world and breaking the 4th wall and falling in love with the human reader? What would be the consequences of that?

(( Sorry if I'm asking for all the characters, but your writings were so good that I couldn't resist ))

Love this request, starting to love you anon! Here you go with Barnaby!

You are mine, got it?

Pairing: Aware!Barnaby Beagle x Human!Gender neutral reader

Howdy Pillar,Eddie Dear, Frank Frankly, Julie Joyful, Sally Starlet, All of them, Howdy's ending, Eddie and Frank, Eddie's ending, Frank’s ending, Wally's ending, Barnaby’s ending,

Aware Barnaby Illustrated Au, picture done by @eechytooru

Eddie delivered a package to Howdy like all the different story's begin, Wally was supposed to get the Tv for free from Howdy but Barnaby got it since he entered the store first and why wouldn't Howdy gift away a perfectly good Tv to the neighborhood clown?

Tv was sweet in Barnaby's opinion, he never payed much attention to it until he started seeing thing, a different world; a different reality

He should have been more shocked, he knows that but deep down he already knew. After all living in such a repetitive way was ment to arise doubts on the neighborhood but everyone seemed oblivious but Barnaby always knew deep down there was more to those never ending woods, he just... Ignored it

Barnaby still loved the Tv, taught him what was beyond his world but then he saw you. Watching the show his friends put on while drawing in a notebook

You were so pretty and he loved how you draw him! Made him look so handsome in such a simple way and it must be because you were... Well no words could describe it to it's full extent

Barnaby unlike Howdy and Eddie would actually do something more complex, as surprising as that is, he would make sure you never saw it coming

He would not ruin your life or take advantage of your downs, seemed to cruel so he decided to do something unexpected to say the least

Barnaby made you fall in love with him before even making an advance to take you, he made sure you went love sick till the point you yourself went inside his world and it worked at the end because you became a lost cause, too far in to leave but not far enough to be... dangerous

The worst thing is you said such pretty words to him when you found him, when you finally took what was ment to be yours from the beginning

"You are mine, got it?"

Here you go anon! Hope you liked it!

Additional tag: @waywardstardustcollector

[proudahgase-exol]

Just friends and nothing else right?

(Updated)

Junmyeon x reader

Summary: Your friends have been with Junmyeon since you were kids. Now that you guys are adults, you guys are inseparable, but you don’t act like friends do. Friends don’t hold hands when you go out, friends don’t give forehead kisses, friends don’t go on dates every two weeks, and friends don’t have sex on a Sunday after a night for a party with your other friends, do they?

——-

People always ask me if Junmyeon and I are a couple, which we always deny, but of course, they don’t believe us.

One thing about Junmyeon and I is that we have been friends since we were five years old. We met at a family party; his parents are good friends with mine, so after that night we saw each other more often, but then it became more often when my parents told me we were moving. We moved four hours away from our old house to be right next to the Kim family, so I saw Junmyeon on a daily basis. We went to the same school and had the same classes together.

When we were in high school, we did everything together; he was my prom date. On every school trip, we sat together. When we found out we were accepted into the same college, we were over the moon. We had some of the same classes, and we still did everything together. That’s why a lot of people think Junmyeon and I are dating.

(Fast forward to the future.)

"Hey, where's your boyfriend?” my best friend Sofia asked.

“What boyfriend? I don’t have one,”I said, laughing.

“Kim Junmyeon, isn’t he your boyfriend?” She tease

"Nope, he’s my best friend, him and I go way back." I replied, smiling at the thought of him.

"Yeah, sure, whatever, so are we still going to the party this Saturday? You can bring your boyfriend,” she said, looking at her phone.

“I don’t think so, the guys and I are going to Meyeon’s cabin,” I said, sitting on my bed.

“You’re living me all alone then,” she faked cry.

“Jun said you can tag along so I don’t have to be the only girl,” I said, looking up.

“To be the third wheel, no thank you,” she replied.

“Come on, it will be fun. There’s a lake. The cabin is really big, so there’s enough space for all of us."I said, whining.

“Are we sharing a room?” She asked, looking up from her phone.

“I don’t know. I might share a room with Myeon, but if I do, we can as one of the guys to give you their room I bet the Beagle Line won't mind sleepingthe the same room,” I said, laughing

“What you can't make them all three where a room." She said worry.

“Come on, they love spending time together plus Baekhyun would be over the moon to where a room with his best friends" I said, smiling.

“Well as long as they are okay with it than I can go” she replied

“Don't worry I'll ask Baekhyun he knows what to do to convince them,” I said, smiling

“Okay than,” she asked, happily.

"By the way, but just so you know, friends don’t share a room or a bed, so keep denying that you and Junmyeon aren’t a couple,” she said, getting up from the bed and making her way out of my bedroom.

After Sofia left, I got a text message from Junmyeon asking if I was still up for our weekly dinner.

Jun 💕: hey love Are we still up for tonight’s dinner?

Me: Hey, Junmay, of course! Where are we going this time?

Jun 💕: We are going to our favorite Italian restaurant,so wear the pastel pink dress I got you last week

Me: Okay, then see you at 6?

Jun 💕: yes love I'll pick you up, okay? See you soon.😙

Me: see ya 🥰

I looked at the time, and it was 3:30, so I turned the phone off and ran to my closet to pull the dress out and some other stuff to go with the dress. Then I went to take a shower.

After I got out, I did my hair and did my make-up, then I put on the dress Junmyeon ask me to wear. After I was done, Sofia walked in and sat down on my vanity chair.

“Going to your weekly dinner date with your man?” Sofia asked as she snacked on some chips

"Yes, we are going to the Italian restaurant I told you about,” I said as I put on my earnings.

“How much money does he have anyway? He always takes you to fancy, expensive restaurants and buys you expensive stuff. She asked curiously.

“A lot, his parents own a businesses, and his major is business; he wants to start his own,” I said proudly.

“How did you guys meet? She asked interested

“His mom and mine were high school best friends; they went to the same college, but after graduation, they lost contact until a few years later, when they met at the daycare, where they reconnected and found out they both were married and had children,” I said, smiling.

“Does he have any more siblings, or is he an only child like you?” She asked, looking at me and smiling.

“He has an older brother,” I said, sitting down on my bed.

After chatting for a few minutes, I heard the doorbell ring and knew it was Junmyeonn, so I got up. I grabbed my phone and wallet and walked to the door where he was waiting for me.

"Hey, you look really lovely ready to go love,?" He asked as he took my hand

“Hey Myeon, thank you. You look handsome as always, and yes, let's go,” I said as I closed the door.

On our way to the restaurant, we caught up and updated each other on what we had been doing. He told me he visited his parents, and they asked for me, saying they missed me. He also told me how the guys were excited about our trip this weekend. Then we arrived at the restaurant and took our usual spot.

“What are you getting today?” Junmyeon asked as he looked at his menu.

“I don't know. Can you choose for me? I asked, smiling at him.

"Sure, are we also getting white or red wine?” He asked, looking up at me.

“I have been craving red wine for the longest time." I said, laughing.

“Red it is,” Junmyeon said, closing the menus.

After a while, the waitress arrived and asked for our order. Junmyeon told the waiter what we wanted, then he left to get our order done. We talked as we waited for our food to arrive. He told me how existed he was for this weekend and asked if Sofia was coming as well. After a few minutes, our food arrived, and we continued talking.

-

“And Sehun was hiding from Kyungsoo; the boy has been getting on Kyungsoo’s nerves a lot lately,” he said as he took a sip of his wine.

“I would too if I were kyung. I can't believe the audacity of Sehun. You have been raising a brat,” I replied, smiling.

“I know, but he’s just so cute, especially when he makes his puppy face,” Jun said, laughing.

"Yeah, he’s so good at making you feel guilty for scolding him,” I said, laughing.

“I’m jealous of you though, he seems to behave and respect you more than any of us,” he said, smiling.

"Well, I’m his favorite noona, and he better respect me or I’ll punch him," I said giggling.

"Hey, how did you convince him to pay for you?” He asked curiously.

“What do you mean?” I asked confused.

“Remember when you both went to get bubble tea? Or the time you went out to eat at his favorite restaurant, he said that he paid for you both,” Junmyeon said, smiling.

"Oh, at the time of the bubble tea, none of you guys wanted to take him, so I did, and at the time of the restaurant, we went because he was sad. You remembered the girl he was talking to? She turned out to be a bitch and a gold digger, so he needed a distraction, but he did pay for those two occasions. He said he wanted to treat me that time since I “spoiled him.” He also paid for some other stuff,” I said, giggling at the thought.

"Wow, I wish I got the treatment. He seems to like you a lot, but I mean, all of the boys do as well,” he said.

"Yeah, I guess they do, especially Bakehyun. He calls me all the time, asking me all sorts of questions. He told me to teach him about menstruation,” I said, rolling my eyes and laughing.

"Really, he’s weird. I’m sorry about him." He said he was looking at me with a small smile.

“It’s alright, I had fun. He was consterned about women’s well-being, asking if we could dye out of blood loss from our period,” I said, laughing.

"He's an idiot, I swear” Junmyeon said, laughing along.

-

After dinner, we walked for a while until it got late, then he took me home and made sure I walked in the apartment building safely before driving off.

The next day I woke up to go to school. My roommate woke up and got ready as well. Then we both headed to school, where we met up with our group of friends. We talked until we arrived at our destination. Then we parted ways. Sofia and I had the same class, so we walked into our class and took our seats.

After that class we had a few more classes but since it was Friday they were short and we got to go home early.

After our last class, I went home to start packing for our trip since we were leaving tonight. As I was packing, my friend walked in, asking if it was going to be cold or hot at night and other stuff to make sure she was prepared for the trip. After an hour of packing, we were all done and waiting for the boys when I got a message from Junmyeon.

Jun 💕:Hey, are you girls ready

Me: Yes, we are.

Jun 💕:Alright, I’ll be there in a few minutes

Jun 💕:By theway, your friend will be raiding with Minseok,Chanyeol, and Jongin.

Me: What about me?

Jun 💕: with me duh, also Kyungso and Sehun will be with us.

Me: What about the others? They are still coming, right?

Jun 💕:Yes, they will be in anothercar,r so don't worry

Me: Okay

Jun 💕: I'll be there in about 20 minutes.

Me: All right, see you soon, then.

After I finished texting him, we brought our stuff to the door and waited for Junmyeon to tell us that they were there.

When the guys arrived, they sent me a

Text telling me They were waiting for us downstairs, so we got our stuff and made our way to where the boys had parked.

I got in the passenger seat with Junmyeon, and Sofia went and got in Minseok's car, then we drove to our destination.

-

After two hours on the ground, we finally arrived at Junmyeon’s cabin. We all got out of the car and started to unload everything and take it inside the house.

As soon as everything was inside, the guys started to joke around, but soon got cut short because Minseok forced them to take everything to their bedrooms. As I was getting my stuff, when Sofia came up to me.

"Hey, so are we shearing a room?” She asked nervously.

“Let me ask-." I was about to finish my sentence when Baekhyun interrupted me.

“So I convince the guys to share a room with me they agree well prank Kyungsoo at night,” Baekhyun said.

"Okay than sound good and please don't get killed by Kyung” I replied laughing “alright Sofia you'll take Chanyeols room now that he and Jongdae are glad to Ng with Bakheyun”

“Okay than I'll go take my stuff there,” she said taking her stuff to the room

When Sofia left, Iwent to place my stuff in Junmyeosn and my shared room, which was the biggest one. When I got there Junmyeon was already there putting his stuff away.

As we unpacked we chatted and joke around than made our way down stairs were the everyone rady was.

Kyungsoo and Junmyeon went to the kitchen to cook dinner well the rest of us hung out in the living room waiting for dinner. After dinner was done we all went to eat. After we all eate we made plans for tomorrow, Junmyeon said there was a club in the town near by that we could go to, and we all agreed.

After dinner, we cleaned up, and we all went to our rooms to rest.

The next day, I was woken up by Junmyeon poking my cheeks and telling me to get up. When I did, he was already dressed up and ready for the day. He told me to get ready and come to the kitchen for breakfast. He got closer to me and kissed my forehead and told me he was going to help kyungsoo make breakfast.

When I walked into the kitchen, all the guys were there. I sat between Sofia and Jongin, and we chatted about the plan for today.

We all decided to go to the lake for a bit until it was time to get ready to hit the club, so we all got ready to go to the lake.

When we got there, we all ran to the water, where we began a water fight. We were having a good time for a few hours until it was time to head back to get ready.

When we got to the cabin, we all went to get ready for the club. When I was doing my hair, Sofia kicked Junmyeon out of the room so we could get ready together.

When Junmyeon left Sofia and I began to get ready. We helped each other with our makeup and then chose each other’s outfits. When we were done, we met the guys downstairs, who were waiting for us. Then we got in the cars and made our way to the club.

-

At the club, we found a table and sat down while Beakhyun and Sehun went to get the drinks. I was sitting next to Kyungsoo and Jongdae, and we were all having a good time. Kai asked if I wanted to dance with him, so I agreed.

After a few hours and a few songs and more shots, I was drunk and dancing against Junmyeon, who was surprisingly drunk as well. We were having a good time, but everything’s become a blur, and I don’t remember anything else.

The next day, I woke up next to Junmyeon naked. I turned around to look at him, and he was looking up at the ceiling. Then he turned to me.

“I think we should not talk about this now, so let’s get dressed and head down for breakfast,” Junmyeon said as he got up in a rush to get dressed.

"Oh, okay, yeah, you got ahead. I need a shower." I said I was not trying to make eye contact.

"Okay, than,” he said as he finished getting dressed.

After he left, I went to take a shower, and I broke down crying. I felt rejected, like I didn’t matter to him, and I started to think the worst.

Did he regret having sex with me? Or did he not find me pretty? or was he not sexually attracted to me? Was I bad at sex?

It made me feel even worse when he didn’t give me a forehead kiss like he usually did. I was so heartbroken because, deep down, I loved Junmyeon more than a friend. I have been in love with him for a few years now, so this really crushed me.

After my shower, I got dressed and made my way down the stairs. Sehun and Jongin came running to me, telling me how much their heads hurt and how they never wanted to drink again. They asked if I could make them hung over soup, so I agreed and sent them off to the living room.

As I was making the soup, Jongdae walked in and started to help, then he asked me

"Hey, what’s up with you and Junmyeon Hyung?” He asked, as he got some vegetables.

“What do you mean?" I played dumb.

“I saw you two last night... You were dancing pretty close and then made out. I also know you guys had sex,” he said, turning to me.

"I don’t know; he just told me we were talking later, but he’s not acting like himself; he usually clings in the morning, and today he was distant." I said, letting tears flow.

"Oh, come here, it’s okay. You will talk it out with him, and you will continue like normal,” he said as he hugged me.

“I hope so,” I said, whipping my tears.

After Jongdae and I were done making breakfast, we called the boys over. I sat between Sofia and Lay and talked to them, asking who their night was.

After we ate, Sofia and I went out for a walk. It was relaxing. It was going great when I saw Sehun and Chanyeol, joking around and acting like toddlers. And I remember how Junmyeon and I used to chase each other like that when we were kids and I began to feel sad.

A little while after we arrived, we all went to watch some movies and chill for a bit, but then Baekhyun left the room and came back with a cooler full of beer, soju, and other alcoholic beverages and said we should play some games and drink, so we agreed.

We were all playing different games with some music in the background. I stepped out of the room to go get changed to something more comfortable, but what I didn’t know was that Junmyeon had followed me to the bedroom, where he closed the door and asked to talk to me.

"Y/N, can we talk?" he asked nervously.

"Sure, what do you want to talk about?" I said as I was walking to the closest to get my clothes.

“About last night... I know I was harsh and insensitive this morning; it was rude of me to walk away without taking this with you, and I’m sorry about that."Junmyeon said, looking sad.

“Did you regret it? Or did you hate it?” I asked, feeling insecure.

"Of course no, you were great, and I love it, but I wish our first time would have been different,” he said nervously.

"Really, you're not joking, right? So does that mean... I asked, looking at him as I placed my clothes on the bed.

“I have loved you since we were 16, but since we were good friends, I didn’t want to ruin anything, and then you got a boyfriend, so I thought I would never get a chance with you,” he said with a small smile.

“Aww Junmyeon I liked you for so long, and I thought I messed up last night. I thought I ruined our friendship,” I said, walking up to hug him.

“It’s okay, let’s start over again, okay?” He asked as he pulled me for a kiss.

We continued kissing, and we slowly started to take our clothes off until I got on my knees, curled between his legs and took his dick into my mouth. His cock was sliding in and out of my mouth and my hand was stroking him.

"God that feels great!" was all Junmyeon could muster along with a moan.

And with that, I lowered my head and continued my sucking, bobbing and stroking.

Junmyeon began to moan louder and managed to get out an "I'm cum...” before he finished in my mouth. I stopped my head bobbing and slowly stroked and sucked all of the juices out of him.

Shortly thereafter, I moved up, still holding his hard cock in my hand and we kissed some more.

After we broke the kiss junmyeon slowly laide me down on the bed and lowered his lips and kissed me again. Then he slowly moved over to my neck and down my shoulder. He slowly started to make his way down my body, and got back up.

“Get on your knees I want to take you from behind this time” he said in a low deep voice

I got up from the bed and did as he said and got on my knees like he requested.

He walked over to me and grabbed my ass, pulling up closer to him and started to rubbing my wet pussy

“Look how wet you already are, you want it you dirty girl” he said with a chuckle “You like that? Yeah you fucking do” he said and spanked me

“Harder,” I said under my breath

He smiled and spanked me again, harder. Then he took my panties off the floor and shoved them into my mouth.

“Bite down on that, I don't want to hear you for now,” he said as he slipped three fingers into my wet opening. I let out a muffled groan and bit down on my lace panties.

He than began to finger fucked me, hitting my sweet spot every time he went deeper in. After a while I felt a warm tingle run through my body and my legs started to shake violently.

“Yes baby, cum on my hand you dirty slut” he said as I came He then removed the panties from my mouth and instead stuck his fingers into my mouth.

“Suck all your juices off baby” he said

I did as I was told and began to lick off my own cum, I loved the taste of myself in him.

He removed his hand and stuck the pnaties back into my mouth, then he grabbed my arms and pinned them behind my back.

“Do you want me to fuck your tight little pussy?” he said seductively

I nodded my haid to let him know I wanted him so than tookhis hard cock, rubbing it by my entrance, teasing my pussy. He kept rubbing it up and down my pussy, making me want him more and more.

I finally could take it anymore and thrust my hips back so that his cock could slip inside me. He was surprised by what I did and started thrusting in and out of me.

Junmueon pov:

I heard a whimper coming from y/n and started to rapidly side in and out of her

I than flip her on her back and took her panties of her mouth and I continued fucking her y/n’s nails gripped my shoulders.

I watched as pleasure raced across her face, her mouth open, moans exiting.

I thrusted a few times and felt my own eruption coming on again. My moans increased and this seemed to stir her on.

"Yes... yes... oh... cum...in...me..." she huffed and gasped.

I couldn't hold back anymore. It was too much.I felt my cock swell, my balls release.A loud moan from y/n as her nail dug in to my back. I exploded inside of her.

Y/n continued to grip me, breathing heavily and letting out small whimpers. I look down at her for a while than I Finlay pull of out her and I Laydown next to her

After a while of catching my breath, I got up and went to the bathroom to get a clean wet rag to clean y/n and I up.

After we cleaned ourselves up and got bad on the end with her and cuddled up to her. She places her head on my bear chest and I plaid with her hair.

We stayed like that for a while not talking or doing anything but being in each other's embrace.

After a few hours of staying in bed, we got up took a shower, and went downstairs hand in hand.

“Are y'all done fucking each othes brains out?" Sehun said, laughing.

“Look at the way she walks; something really went down in their room." Lay said, laughing.

“Are you sure you guys are just friends?” Minseok ask joining the game

“Just friends, right? Because last time I checked friends don’t fuck nor wear their friends clothes," Sofia said as she pointed to Junmyeons shirt I was wearing.

“I don’t fuck my girl's best friend... unlike Junmyeon Hyung here,” said Kai, laughing.

"Guys, we are just friends,” I said, playing along.

“We are only friends? But you said you loved me and that I made you feel good." Junmyeon said as he pretended to be offended.

"Oh, coming guys, are you seriously just going to fuck and pretend that you're only friends and don’t have feelings for each other?” Jongdae asked and disseminated

“Does this answer your question?" Junmyeon answered as he pulled me for a heated kiss.

"Okay, okay, we get it. You're dating now and just had sex a few hours ago. If You're going to act like that. Please go fuck again and come back when you're not horny any more." Chanyeol said it with a disgusted tone.

“Calm down, we’re all good. Let’s just watch a movie or something, okay?” I asked them.

They all agreed, and we took a seat and pulled up a movie to watch. The boys were on the couch or on the floor. Well, Junmyeon and I sat on one of the other couches cuddling up to each other as the guys argued back and forth about what movie we should watch first.

We had a good relaxing night and a good rest of the week with the boys. We went for a hike and for a swim at the lake with some delicious food that Kyungsoo made, but I was more excited that this trip to Junmyeon’s cabin got us closer in a way we never imagined.

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Okay, I rewrote this and I kind of like it way more I hope this is way better and I hope you enjoy sorry for the big change I just thought this would be a lot better 😅

[indigowallbreaker]

caspar/ashe with 66 from the kiss prompts?

Took this opportunity to inflict my "giving an ungrateful cat his medicine" woes on someone else lol. Reading this back, you can interpret it as pre or post time skip, so I'll leave that up to you dear reader!

[prompt rules]

[more Beagles stories]

66: Staring At The Other’s Lips, Trying Not To Kiss Them, Before Giving In

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It was only by a miracle of the Goddess, Ashe assumed, that Caspar was finally able to hold the cat long enough for Ashe to give it the medicine. It hissed and spit at them before eventually curling into a ball in Ashe's lap to rest from the evasion tactics it had been pulling off all afternoon.

"You're lucky you're cute," Caspar grumbled. He was sitting shoulder to shoulder with Ashe, glaring at the cat and holding a cloth over his bleeding forearm.

Ashe chuckled. "It's only for a week. Maybe it'll get used to it before we're done."

Caspar shifted his glare to Ashe. "Easy for you to say. You didn't have it throwing all 20 claws at your torso." To underline his point, he removed the cloth from his arm to show off a long line of oozing marks interspersed with tiny bites.

"Do you want me to hold it tomorrow?" Ashe offered.

"No way, I'm not making you go through this."

Ashe laughed. Always the hero. Careful to not disturb the cat, Ashe capped the medicine Marianne had given him. Hopefully it would kick in soon-- the poor cat had been suffering from an infected wound on its paw. One week didn't sound like long enough to cure it but Ashe trusted Marianne. And anyway, everything seemed possible with Caspar by his side.

"You'll be just fine soon, little buddy," Ashe said, petting the big orange cat. It purred, content, and Ashe happily lost himself to the sensation of running his finger through that long fur.

Shifting beside him caused Ashe to look up. Caspar was staring intently at him, specifically his lips. Ashe felt his smile fall. They had known each other long enough at this point that Ashe could tell Caspar was thinking hard about something. Trying to come to a decision. Scared to act one way or the other...

When Caspar didn't move, Ashe took the chance and moved first.

He caught Caspar's lips with his own, pressing into him, one hand still resting on the unbothered cat. Caspar jerked his head back. Ashe had to snort at his bewildered expression. "A-Am I wrong?" Ashe manage through a knot of nerves. "You really-- You looked ready to kiss me so--"

"I'm always ready to kiss you!" Caspar blurted out, causing the cat to dig its claws into Ashe's leg. "I've wanted to kiss you for a long time! I just, I don't know, seeing you looking so happy just now... I thought I could actually do it this time."

Ashe gently tugged Caspar to him again. A belly rub soothed the cat, and another kiss seemed to soothe Caspar. "You can do it whenever you want," Ashe assured him.

Grinning, cheeks as red as Ashe's own, Caspar did just that.

[hummingbird-of-light]

June of Doom 2024 Day 9 (@juneofdoom)

9. “I made a mistake.”                           

| Accident | Acceptance | Blame |

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"P-please, ye don't have to do this! I know that I made a mistake in yer eyes, but this is going too far."

Montgomery "Scotty" Scott panicked, trying to convince the locals that their plan to execute him was complete madness. He had been taken from his cell to a room where the sentence was to be passed and carried out.

Everything he had done had been for the good of the people. The engineer had done his best to repair the machine that kept the planet's capital warm. He had done everything right! He just didn't know what had gone wrong!

"Silence! You have condemned us to a life of cold! Many of us will not survive the next lunar cycle!"

Scotty stared up with huge eyes at the judge, who was looking down at him from his high chair. The piercing green eyes seemed to pierce the engineer quite literally. There was no mercy in them.

"I'll fix the machine! A-a-all I need is some time and the right plans!" the Scotsman stammered desperately. Tears started to fill his eyes.

He didn't want to die! He wanted to get back on board his beloved ship and join his crew! But he also knew that he was subject to the laws of the planet. And if the punishment for his offense was death, then neither he nor the captain could do anything about it.

Scotty still remembered his last conversation with Kirk before he had been taken away to the prison.

Jim had sworn to Scotty that he would do everything he could to clear things up in time, but apparently he hadn't succeeded.

"Your time is up, human! You alone are to blame for this misfortune and it will cost you your life. I hereby sentence you, Montgomery Scott, to death by hanging! May you atone for your sins!"

Scotty's eyes widened a little more and he shook his head violently. This was not fair! It just wasn't fair! He wasn't allowed to die for a mistake he hadn't made! He hadn't done anything wrong!

"Please! Nae! Nae! I didn't do anything! It's not my fault! Believe me! I-I didn't destroy the machine! A-and I can fix it!"

The guards simply pulled him along with them, no matter how hard Scotty kicked and squirmed. He felt the eyes of the entire council of the planet's elders resting on him. Anger sparkled in them. One of the female creatures nodded to a guard and the strongly built native took out a piece of cloth and used it to gag the Scotsman.

They led him to a small platform in the middle of the hall and he felt one of the guards place a thick rope around his neck. Scotty resisted as much as he could, but quickly realized that it made no sense. It was useless to try anything.

His heart raced and he screamed into the gag as he felt himself being slowly pulled up by the rope. His feet lost contact with the ground and the sound in his throat choked as the air supply was cut off.

He noticed that the locals were whispering to each other. Satisfaction mingled with the angry faces. They were happy to see the man they blamed for everything slowly and agonizingly suffocating.

Scotty closed his eyes and hot tears made their way out and ran down his cheeks, dripping down from his chin. He felt himself being pulled further and further into the air, dangling above the crowd.

At first he tried to make sounds and pull at the noose around his neck, but he quickly realized that it was doing him no good.

His body weakened and images formed in Scotty's mind's eye.

He saw his home in Aberdeen. His family and the house he had grown up in. He saw his little brother, with whom he had always played. He saw the academy, his failed experiment with Archer's Beagle and his time on Delta Vega. And he saw the Enterprise and its crew. His friends. No – his family.

Why hadn't they made it? Why hadn't Jim and the others saved him? He had hoped every second of his captivity that they would come and get him out. That this huge misunderstanding would be cleared up.

He had performed so many miracles in his life. But where was his miracle? Who would save him?

"Stop! Stop it right now!"

That voice. Scotty tried to open his eyes, but they resisted.

"He didn't do anything! Montgomery Scott is innocent!"

Aye. He was innocent. He was innocent! He had done everything right.

"What proof do you have of that?" came the judge's critical voice.

"We'll show you in a moment! Now put him down! He needs air right now, damn it!"

A faint smile formed on Scotty's lips when he heard the second voice. He could have guessed that the captain was not alone.

When Scotty felt his body slowly sink back to the ground, he was already on the verge of losing consciousness. He heard the blood rushing in his ears, heard the pounding of his heart.

Strong arms caught him and soon the Scotsman was lying on the floor, able to breathe again.

"Scotty! Scotty, open your eyes, man! Look at me!"

And this time the engineer actually succeeded. The sight that presented itself to him was the most beautiful he had seen in a long time.

Dr. Leonard McCoy looking at him with worried eyes.

Scotty just smiled. The doctor had come to save him.

He heard Jim say something about a saboteur from the natives' own ranks and about evidence that had been found, but that wasn't important at the moment.

All that mattered was that he was in McCoy's arms. And that he wouldn't die.

[dannyphantom-sabbath]

Sabbath - Act 01, Part 01: Chapter 03

Third chapter sneak peek ^^

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He could recall spending the night with her then, bracing against the storm in this same broken tent and wrapped as well as they could be in the blankets, waiting for day to break again. Her fear didn't last, and neither did his in the presence of the other. Even having just met, they found...comfort in the other's presence, however uncertain they both were.

Looking at her now, he saw what he'd seen then.

A creature left behind.

A creature that needed someone else.

A creature just...like...him.

In just this month alone...he'd felt safe with her. Calm in her presence as she played and romped with the few toys that he'd managed to find here and there outside of the tent after the storm. Despite the fact that he wished that he could give her more, provide her with more...he was doing his best, and despite knowing nothing about how to care for her, he was just...figuring it out as he went along. 

Because what else could he do? 

'Why don't you try harder?' A voice spat, clearly disgusted with him. Dash had to admit that it was probably right. But he still didn't know what what to do about this. 

Though, looking around her tent, spotting the few things he'd managed to find that were left behind (a few toys, a nearly empty water bowl, and the scratchy, thin blankets), there wasn't much he'd been able to pull off on his own. He knew, between the two of them, he was barely able to provide for himself, much less a puppy. In fact, in the few trips to the library that he'd managed to sneak in during his rare trips to town when his parents would send him to pick up groceries and the like, he'd done every kind of research he could about dogs, and just what they needed. 

He'd managed to read up on dogs with her sort of appearance, and though he wasn't an expert, he did manage to work out, with her accents of brown, white, and black, she was a beagle. Of course, this was just a guess, the best that he could come up with, but he wasn't sure what else she could have been. Looking at her again, Dash was also aware that he couldn't well know for sure how old she was, but based on the materials that he'd managed to search up, she couldn't have been more than, what, two months? Sure, she was all alone, and he'd managed to get her what he could, but...it wasn't as if he didn't notice it.

The way her coat was thin in places.

The way her ribs pressed against her fur.

'All your fault...'

'It's your fault she's hungry...'

'Hungry, hungry!'

'She's gonna die out here because you didn't feed her.'

'Can't you see that she hates you?!'

'She thinks you're a failure! A failure - '

'Shut-up! SHUT-UP!' He screamed in his own head, determined not to make it worse. If she did hate him, if she did think he was a failure, scaring her wasn't the move that he wanted to make, but they were getting on his nerves, feeding on each and every insecurity that he had. 

Why couldn't they just...just leave him alone?

Had he done something to make them keep saying that?

Why were they saying this? Was it because....he ate some of the breakfast?

That was selfish, he knew it was selfish. He should have save it for her, just her. 

He felt himself gritting his teeth, frustrated with his actions.

If he could, he would have given her all of the breakfast that he managed to sneak out of the house (which he hoped wouldn't come back to bite him in the ass later if his parents found out that he hadn't thrown them away like he was supposed to), but he had to eat, too.

Or...did he? He could have gone without the meal, she needed it more than him, after all.

Now he was just being greedy.

He could go without it, he knew he could. 

In fact, before that point, he hadn't had a bite to eat for a few days prior, and even longer since his last full meal. 

In fact, Dash pondered to himself, a bit numbly, how long had it been since he'd had an actual meal?

He thought on it for a moment.

He didn't know. 

He guessed he should have considered himself lucky to have scored anything at all. It wasn't as if he was entitled to having food in the first place. Like everything else, it was privilege to get to eat; he would do well not to forget that. 

But he had, hadn't he? He forgot himself and indulged where he shouldn't have.

How could he have been so stupid?

'Stupid, STUPID!' A voice screamed at him, chiding him in a way that felt familiar, in a way that his mother probably would have.

He agreed with it it. What he had done was very stupid....because he was stupid. 

But he was trying his best. 

That's all that he could do. 

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As always, if this is something up your alley, don't be a stranger; check out the original fic. ^^

[erstwhilesparrow]

"get to know people better" tag game! (thanks @neonsnailcity for the tag!! :D )

3 ships: see i could do a joke here and list three boats, but unfortunately i don't know any well enough for that. HMS Beagle. that's all i got. okay, anyway:

Mohwee / Oeca (Outsiders SMP -- i've been thinking about them constantly for the past like seventy-hours. is it the height of romance to decide that you can and should be the only one who gets to witness your friend-rival's death. to come staggering out a death trap covered in blood and missing an eye and immediately start screaming at everyone for mistreating your rival-friend who left you to die. to go running off into the woods on a stormy night to have a conversation that is so completely just for the two of you that even the medium in which your story is told keeps that secret for you. the correct answer is yes.)

fWhip / Pix (Empires SMP season 1 -- what if they were both in love with Jimmy Solidarity and never breathed a fucking word about it to anyone but each other. that thing where you both know the other person isn't actually who you want but they're the only one who gets it and it's better than nothing and the weight of this terrible secret is just the slightest bit lighter when you're together.)

Martyn / Scott (Life Series -- based on what i've posted on ao3, i am kind of obligated to put these guys on the list. every time i think i'm done thinking about them i get suckerpunched by another thought about them.)

1st ever ship: hm. earliest one i have record of is Lucy Carlyle / Anthony Lockwood from the Lockwood & Co. book series!

last song: according to spotify, "Slide it in" by Jack Broadbent. according to me, "Through the Leaves" by Alan Gogoll.

last film: oh no. uhhhhhh it might still be Bones and All, which i watched back in august and have definitely mentioned in a different tag game before.

currently reading: um. Synaptic by Alison Calder, which is a poetry collection i'm very slowly working my way through. also kind of the 2023 Griffin Poetry Prize anthology? sometimes i just go, "i want a poem," and open that to a random page.

currently watching: owengejuice's twenty-one hour video of the entirety of outsiders smp! i'm on hour three and a half :]

currently consuming: ...water? i just had some cantaloupe like an hour ago?

currently craving: a fucking nap.

tagging: @cohnal @qu-ilinn @ciaran and of course if you see this and want to do it but weren't tagged, feel free to pretend i tagged you o7

[aftermathfanfic]

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Dewey slowly removed the poster from the wall, staring at it and frowning.

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Jack stared up at Ma Beagle, her crowbar pushed under his chin, a wicked smile on her face. Around him, he could hear the dark chuckling of the Beagle Boys, no doubt plotting to bury him when this was over. His hands and feet were still strung together behind his back, and his mind was racing to string thoughts together coherently.

“…Um…” He croaked. “Could I ask to be untied before I explain myself?”

“Nah. I reckon you’re good to talk where you are.” Ma Beagle sneered. “In fact… let’s both get comfortable.”

She snapped her fingers, and one of the nearby beagles darted forward with an unfolded lawn chair. Ma Beagle sat down upon it, waiting expectantly for Jack to start talking.

“…Well…” Jack began nervously. “Credit where it’s due, you’ve… done your research. I… did used to be a FOWL agent. Emphasis on used to be!” He added quickly, in response to the chorus of jeering from his surrounding captors. “I’m not with them anymore!”

“Course you’re not! FOWL’s gone!” Snarled one of the brutes who’d captured him, the short, squat one. “Hard to be a part of somethin’ that doesn’t exist!”

“Granted, but I left FOWL long before they fell apart!” Turning to Ma Beagle, he said imploringly, “I had nothin’ to do with… whatever the hell happened at the Library of Alexandria! I didn’t know nothin’ about anyone bein’ brainwashed, or anyone plottin’ anythin’ against you!”

His accent was coming out. He cursed inwardly, knowing it was exposing his panic to her. The crime lord barely batted an eye at his desperate pleas, reaching into her purse and calmly pulling out a carton of cigarettes. “I’m hearin’ a lot of words, Fed, but I need a bit more convincin’ to know that they mean anything.” She told him, putting the roll of carcinogens into her mouth and lighting it. “You were playin’ both sides, weren’t ya? Spyin’ on the FBI?”

Jack forced himself to calm down. Fear was going to kill him, not save him. Swallowing his pride and anxiety, he answered reluctantly, “…Aye. I was their mole.”

Ma Beagle chuckled. “And you were talkin’ to me about playin’ things by the book.”

“Yeah, well… suppose you can call that ‘learning from your mistakes’.”

Ma Beagle leant back in her chair, remarking, “Trustin’ you with a job like that… how’d that happen?”

“…I was already in the agency by the time FOWL got to me.” Nickel started to explain. “I was an up-and-comer, see. I had skill and drive, but I wasn’t much more than an ambitious trainee. And a right prick, too.”

“More so than you are now?”

Jack forced himself to laugh. “If you can believe that… I joined up with this idea that I’d be servin’ America, protectin’ the people and bein’ some noble hero… only to find out that some of my buddies were takin’ bribes from the mafia and my boss was divertin’ funds to buy himself a swimmin’ pool. I learned the hard way that the FBI was no less corrupt than the cops, or the CIA, or… everything else, really. And, instead of acceptin’ that was just the way the world worked, I chose to mope around and angst about it… and that’s when Buzzard found me.

“Buzzard saw that I was clever, skilled and disillusioned – the perfect soldier for his war. He came to me and gave me this pretty speech about how the world was corrupt, chaos reigned supreme, how McDuck was the catalyst for all of it and that FOWL was here to bring order and stability back to the world. I’m sure he gave you a similar speech, he was full of them.”

“Mm.”

“Well, I was young back then, and-”

“The hell do you mean ‘young’? What, were you fifteen when they took you in?”

“I was twenty-two.” Jack replied, annoyed.

Ma Beagle raised an eyebrow. “And how old are you now?”

“Twenty-eight.”

“You look like you’re twenty-one.” One of the nearby beagles said confusedly.

“That’s the power of moisturiser, lad.” Jack retorted. “Point is that I was impressionable back then. And I’m sorry to say that I fell for it, hook, line and sinker. How could I not? It all made sense! Everythin’ McDuck does causes trouble further down the line! Pissin’ off Magica? That led to her stealin’ people’s shadows back in 2018! That space rocket he made? Led to us bein’ invaded by moon people! And Glomgold? If it weren’t for McDuck, that moron would’ve remained some nobody in South Africa! He had me sold, so I joined him.

“For eight months, I fed him and FOWL information on what the FBI was doing. I gave him case data, redirected investigations for him, I made sure that nobody in the FBI could get so much of a whiff of what he was doing. I protected the man and his followin’ of crooks, all for the perfect world he’d told me he was building in place of this one.”

Ma Beagle just looked at him impassively. “How’d that work out?”

Jack didn’t say anything. For a moment, he was lost in his own memories, remembering the humiliation he’d felt upon realising how easily he’d been manipulated. The retributive anger that had surged through him upon realising the truth.

“…Do you know what FOWL’s plan was?” He asked quietly. “For what they’d do after they took down McDuck?”

“…They didn’t have one?” Ma Beagle guessed.

“Didn’t even have sticky notes on the whiteboard.” Jack shook his head sadly. “No, FOWL’s plan for world domination began and ended with defeating McDuck, and everythin’ else was a big fat question mark, because guess what? FOWL was never established to take over the world, or to bring order to society, or to do any of that grandiose nonsense that Buzzard went on about! It was created because the old man had some unresolved childhood trauma and the man decided to play at bein’ a supervillain instead of goin’ to therapy like everyone else!”

The younger Beagle Boys backed away slightly as Jack rambled. He couldn’t help but let some old bitterness into his voice. Ma Beagle didn’t seem phased, so he sighed, calmed down, and continued, “Well… once I came to that realisation, protectin’ FOWL didn’t make much sense anymore. So, I leaked a bunch of FOWL’s info to the FBI, changed my name and went off the grid for six months before Buzzard realised what I’d done. I only came back to the Bureau after I heard what went down at the Lost Library.”

“I thought you didn’t like the FBI ‘cause they were corrupt?” Said one of the larger Beagle Boys.

“Corruption’s everywhere.” Jack replied bluntly. “You can’t get rid of it. But what I realised is that you can manage it. And that’s exactly what I did for the next three years of my career – gettin’ rid of my less scrupulous fellows and makin’ sure that the ones I couldn’t get ousted were watched very carefully.”

“How noble of you.” Ma Beagle grunted sarcastically.

Jack shrugged, casually remarking, “Well, I had to do somethin’ on the side while we were hunting FOWL.”

For the first time this encounter, Jack saw confusion emerge in Ma Beagle’s eyes. She frowned at him, demanding, “The hell do you mean? FOWL was gone.”

“Yeah, McDuck beat ‘em!” Shouted one of the Beagle Boys.

Jack laughed again. “No, McDuck beat Bradford. Sure, he knocked down FOWL’s figurehead, left ‘em crippled, but once his family was safe, Scrooge did what he always does – retreat back to his Duckburg bubble and leave the rest of the world to figure it out. FOWL still existed in splinter groups and rogue agents, and it wasn’t McDuck who put them all behind bars. It was me.

“I knew all of FOWL’s hideaways. I knew who the bigwigs were and what they’d do in a power vacuum, and I caught them all!” Jack bragged, speaking with confidence now that the Boys were listening to him intensely. “Steelbeak, Phantom Blot, Rockerduck, all servin’ life sentences in Washington State prison!” He gestured to the FOWL document that Ma Beagle had thrown at him. “That dossier that you caught me on? I had it released to the public. I… had to scrub my own records from it. For my own protection, of course. But apart from that, it was completely undoctored. And do you know…”

Jack leant forward toward Ma Beagle, saying, “In that dossier – and you can check it out for yourself – FOWL had written up a list of magical relics that McDuck had been gathering over the years. Items of untold destructive power, arcane superweapons, all at the fingertips of the Richest Duck in the World.”

“…The names you had me look at.” Ma Beagle said in realisation.

“Exactly!” Jack exclaimed. “I couldn’t just let that knowledge slide… but I couldn’t exactly go and arrest him neither. The dossier’s info on these things was incomplete, and mostly speculative. There was no proof that McDuck even owned them. But I knew he did. And I knew I could prove it. My bosses were reluctant to approve my investigation – McDuck’s not someone you can just fuck around with – but they were hardly going to refuse to the man who brought in the most prolific terrorists in America!

“After that, I came here and set up my investigation. I got one of my informants to slip McDuck a bit of info on this magic cloak, hidden in some Middle Eastern ruin. Figured he’d take the bait to get back into his old habits, and so he did. I’ve been watching him ever since, waitin’ for him to slip up and once he does…”

“You’ll do what?” Ma Beagle questioned him.

Jack smirked. “Well… if the dossier was correct, some of these items are the magical equivalents of an atom bomb. Once I’ve got proof that he has one of these things, definitive proof that he has something magical and dangerous, I come down with a warrant and thirty guys to search that house back to front. Only for that one item, of course, but once we find one, we find the others.

“We charge him with hoardin’ weapons of mass destruction, concealin’ them from the US government, hell, we could hit him with plottin’ against the government if we wanted to. And sure, maybe he won’t go to jail in the end, or not for very long, but he’ll be ruined. His reputation will be shot to pieces, he’ll have to spend a fortune in court, and all of his fancy magic relics go from him to the government, where they belong! The man will never be able to adventure, ever again.”

“…Alright.” Ma Beagle leant back, peering at him suspiciously. “Here’s my question – why? If you’re not a FOWL stooge, why go after McDuck?”

Jack stared at her like she had asked him to explain what was wrong with murder.

“Because he’s Scrooge McDuck!” Jack cried. “Buzzard might have been full of shite, but he was absolutely on point about McDuck! The man flies across the world nickin’ treasures from other countries, hoards magic and superweapons like some doomsday survivalist, hiring lunatics to build robots and time machines and all kinds of insane nonsense-” He strained against his restraints, hissing, “The man takes his nephews to ruins filled with deathtraps! Brainwashes them into believin’ his own insanity when they’re as young as ten! That’s not the work of a hero, or whatever the papers have made him out to be, it’s the work of a bloody megalomaniac!

“I mean-” Nickel spluttered in fury, forgetting he was a prisoner for a moment. “Think of all the chaos and destruction that Magica and Glomgold have caused! Neither of them would even exist if it weren’t for McDuck! And at the end of it all, does he try to make up for what he’s done? Does he use the money he’s made to help people, or to change things? No! He just goes back to his mansion, throws some token amount of money at the problem, and acts like none of it matters! Like he’s above it all! The man is greed and selfishness incarnate!”

He ran out of breath, panting as the Beagle Boys around him stared at him in shock. Even Ma Beagle had been stunned into silence by his outburst. Jack took a deep breath, then straightened himself as much as he could, trying to regain his composure.

“…I love this country.” Jack told her quietly. “But it’s built on a mountain of problems, and McDuck symbolises the worst of them. You want to know why I’m doin’ this? It’s because I want to do something that’ll change things for the better.” He shrugged, adding, “Someone has to.”

Ma Beagle didn’t say anything. Her cigarette was resting in her fingers as she peered at him, a pensive frown on her muzzle. Any number of thoughts could be going through her head, and it was all Jack could hope that mercy was among them.

Finally, she gestured at one of the nearby Boys. “Cut ‘im loose.” She muttered reluctantly.

The thug approached Jack, whipping out a folding knife from his belt as he knelt down behind him.

“Let me make this clear to you, Fed.” Ma Beagle declared as the knife started to saw through his bonds. “The only reason I’m lettin’ you go is because you’re more a threat to McDuck than you are to me. But you’re only foolin’ yourself with your good-cop bullshit. You already know that you can’t beat Scrooge by the book. That’s why you pulled that stunt in his brats’ school. Fact is, in order to bring him down, you’re gonna have to get your hands dirty.”

With a snap, the ropes broke loose. Jack winced and nursed his wrists where the rope had been rubbing against it, then began to stand up.

“When that time comes…” Ma Beagle continued, stepping up to him with a scrutinous glare. “…are you gonna be a man? Or are you goin’ to be a mutt?”

Jack glared back down at her, trying to assert some measure of authority over her. He patted his jacket down to confirm what he already assumed, then turned to the crowd of Beagle Boys.

“Whoever stole my phone and wallet, give ‘em back.” He requested them exhaustedly. “I need to call a cab to get home, and a tow truck for what you did to my car.”

Ma Beagle scoffed, a smirk returning to her lips. “Lead him out, boys.” She ordered, turning back around with the cigarette in her mouth.

With that, the boys grabbed Jack by the arm and started to drag him out of the junkyard.

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It was decided, in the end, that the family would delve into the castle in the evening, with the rest of the day dedicated to whatever one pleased. Donald had opted to spend most of his day relaxing in his motel room, quietly napping away the day. Scrooge spent his day resting too, saying that he had somehow thrown his back out in his sleep. That left the kids with the entire town to explore on their own.

Truthfully, there was not much to do in Galinha. The town was small, with the only tourist destination being the one they’d be going to later this day, though they still found some amusement. Wandering around the back streets and scaling the rough cliffs and hills that enclosed the city. Goldie didn’t make another appearance, to May and June’s satisfaction, and their day as a whole was quite pleasant.

Towards the end of their exploration, as they were walking through one of the side streets of town, Dewey slowed down and stopped as he noticed a poster, plastered on the alley wall. He’d seen these things all over town, but now that he was getting a good look at it, he found himself stopping to read it.

The poster was dominated by a picture of a young, smiling duck girl with brown feathers and messy black headfeathers. She looked to be around the same age as him. Around the photo was blocky red text that read,

Você viu essa pessoa? Filomena Cardoso Visto pela última vez perto dos penhascos ocidentais Desaparecido desde 11/03/24 Se você tiver informações, ligue para 116-000

Dewey slowly removed the poster from the wall, staring at it and frowning.

“Looks like a missing person poster.” May commented when he showed to the group later, hanging around a soccer field on the town outskirts. “Filomena Cardoso… I guess that’s her name.”

“Is that when she went missing?” Dewey asked, pointing at the date. “The eleventh?”

The others bunched around the poster, sitting in a circle on the grass. Louie peered at the sentence near the bottom, then confirmed, “Yeah, ‘Missing since the eleventh of April.’ That was over a week ago.”

“You speak Portuguese?” June inquired.

“Nah, Spanish.” Louie corrected her, shaking his head. “Portuguese crosses over with it sometimes, but that part there’s the only bit I can understand.”

“You speak Spanish?” Webby asked hesitantly.

Everyone turned to look at Louie. He faltered for a moment, then muttered uncomfortably, “Uh… yeah. Through an online course.”

“…Why Spanish?”

Louie exhaled sharply, then answered frustratedly, “I dunno, I guess I just felt like it.”

Dewey looked between Webby and Louie, the tension blindingly obvious. Knowing that the next question would be ‘when did this happen’ and ‘why keep it a secret’, he wondered aloud, “Isn’t this weird, though? A missing person in a tiny little town like this?”

“I mean, a little, I guess… But stuff like this happens all the time.” May pointed out. “What got you about this one?”

“I dunno, I just… I don’t like seeing people in trouble, you know?” Dewey told her. “And something about this girl being missing, maybe even hurt… it doesn’t feel right to me.”

“It’s because she’s pretty, isn’t it?” Webby deadpanned.

Dewey stared blankly at her.

“I-I mean, she is pretty, but that’s- that’s not why-” Dewey stammered. “I mean, come on, guys! There’s a mystery here! What happened to her? How’s she been missing for a whole week?”

“I think she just ran away from home.” May countered. “It’s not uncommon.”

“To where? There’s nothing but grass and rock for miles!”

“She could’ve had an accident.” Louie suggested. “I saw some kids scaling the cliffs around here. It isn’t nice to think about, but…”

“They would have found a body by now.” June pointed out, frowning. “Dewey’s right, there’s something weird about this.”

“You know what I think? I think this chick’s been kidnapped.” Dewey declared. “It’s the only thing that makes sense.” 

The kids were quiet for a moment. May sighed and folded her arms, asking, “Okay… so what do we do about it?”

“We find her.” Dewey responded, without a moment of hesitation.

“How?” May asked flatly. “We go to the castle tonight and head back home tomorrow morning. How do we find the time to solve a missing persons case?”

“Uh…”

“We could convince my dad and Uncle Donald to let us stay here a bit longer.” Webby answered, jumping to Dewey’s rescue. “They could even help us!”

“This sounds good to you?” May asked with a raised eyebrow.

“What? We’re McDucks!” Webby exclaimed. “Saving people and beating bad guys is what we do! And you can bet that whoever abducted her is some world-class creep who deserves to be punched!”

“Yeah, like, think of what her family’s going through!” Dewey exclaimed. “If police haven’t found anything, after a whole week, then it’s gotta be us!”

“I dunno, man.” Louie muttered, visibly uncomfortable. “I feel like this is too dangerous.”

“How could it be any more dangerous than the stuff we’ve done before?”

“Uh…” Louie stumbled for a response. “…Okay, I don’t have a good answer for that. It’s just… we’re not superheroes, Dewey. Or cops. Right now, we’re a bunch of foreigners. This isn’t our business, and we’re not gonna be thanked for poking our beaks into it.”

“I’m with Louie.” May agreed. “We’re not going to find anything the cops haven’t already found, it’s just stupid to insert ourselves into this.”

Dewey looked down at the ground awkwardly, then turned towards June, the only one who hadn’t thrown her opinion into the ring. June seemed to flounder for a moment before saying timidly, “Um… I mean, if we find anything that could help, we should pass it on, but… I think May and Louie are right.”

“…Yeah. I guess so.” Dewey mumbled, looking down at the poster.

Webby looked around at her family in disbelief. “We can’t just do nothing!” She exclaimed. “That girl-!”

“Webby, this isn’t our country!” May said exasperatedly. “When we get back to Duckburg, we can solve all the kidnappings you want, but playing ‘white saviour’ is not gonna help anyone!”

“That isn’t what I’m-” Webby spluttered. She looked around at them again, then conceded reluctantly, “Look, I’ll let this go if you guys don’t think it’s a good idea, but I don’t feel okay ignoring someone in trouble. That’s all.”

“Yeah, well, the right thing to do doesn’t always feel good.” May replied. She pulled out her phone and checked the time, saying, “Ah, shit, it’s getting late. We should head back to the inn.”

“Yeah. Don’t want Scrooge taking off without us.” Louie joked as they left.

Webby and Dewey hung back for a moment, sharing a conflicted look with each other. Dewey sighed, folding the poster and putting it in his jacket. Then, they both followed after them.

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It was around six o’clock when the family arrived at the castle. The sun was setting behind the walls of the fortress, casting a long shadow over the McDucks as they stood before the open archway where the castle’s portcullis might have once stood. Before them lied a vast courtyard, similarly draped in darkness, with not a soul in sight. To anyone else, the scene might have been too ominous to consider approaching.

“Flashlights, kids.” Scrooge ordered.

One by one, the kids turned on their torches. Scrooge and Donald passed the threshold first, leading the kids as they entered. The girls stuck close to Donald, who was carrying the rope, first aid and other supplies in his rucksack, while the boys hovered around Scrooge.

Castelo de Cristo was a far cry from the fantasy castles of yore. The inner courtyard was largely unworked dirt, rock and grass, bordered by a low stone wall only ten or so feet high. Flashlight beams swung back and forth across the castle yard as they scanned the area, with the only protruding elements being a couple of boulders and a single stone building. It very much felt like it was merely a medieval military camp, rather than a place where people had lived in.

“So… we’re looking for a secret entrance, right?” Louie asked.

“Aye.” Scrooge replied, his eye peering through the darkness ahead. “A trapdoor, secret lever, anything. The original builders of this place wouldn’t have put the idol where anyone could find it.”

“I don’t know…” June questioned as she searched, speaking a little louder so she could be heard by everyone. “There have been tourists in this place all day. Wouldn’t something like that been found by now?”

“Never underestimate a good hidden door.” Scrooge replied. “If it’s built right, it can stand undetected for centuries! You could search the same place for hours and never-”

“Found it!” Dewey called out.

Everyone rushed over to him, looking over where he was pointing his light. The door of the building was ajar, leading into what seemed to be a small chapel. In the middle of the floor of this structure, they could see that a trapdoor had been raised, old stone stairs leading down into a tunnel.

“Curse me kilts!” Scrooge growled. “Goldie’s already here!”

“How did she find the entrance before us?” Donald demanded.

“She has her ways. Come on! We haven’t got a second to lose!”

“Great…” May muttered as the team rushed forward. “I was afraid this would be about us for a moment.”

The steps descended down into an unlit hallway, cobwebs strung between the ceiling and the walls, and a musty earthen smell hanging in the air. They crept down the corridor in double file, Scrooge and Webby taking the lead, the boys walking in the middle, and Donald and the twins watching the rear.

They didn’t have to walk long before the corridor ended at an old wooden door, featureless and unremarkable. Webby and Scrooge stopped five or so feet before it, sharing a look with each other before kneeling down and inspecting the area around it.

“…What are you doing?” June asked curiously.

“Doors are the most common places to put a trap.” Scrooge replied as he inspected the floor before him. “Most adventurers see a door and don’t think twice before openin’ it… ah, here.”

He pointed at one of the flagstones directly before the doorway, saying, “This one here. This is a pressure plate, I’m sure of it.”

Webby knelt down to inspect the stone closely. “Hmm… Do you think Goldie would’ve disarmed it?”

“Knowing her, probably not. Just watch your step around it.”

“So… what, she just left it unmarked so we could trigger it?” May asked concernedly.

“Oh, don’t go thinkin’ less of her for it.” Scrooge replied casually. “She knew we’d stumble upon it.”

“Yeah, I don’t feel like that’s something you should leave to chance.”

Stepping around the pressure plate, Webby gingerly pushed open the door to the next room, and the family made their way inside. This square-shaped room had two passages that branched off to the left and right, both indistinguishable from one another. Against the wall of the room was a stone altar, draped in a decaying, moth-eaten cloth runner.

“…Hm.” Scrooge looked between the two paths, frowning. “Alright, everyone look for tracks. We need to know which way she went.”

“Wouldn’t Goldie be just as lost as we are?” Dewey asked.

“Maybe, maybe not. I’d prefer to know where she is either way, so I can get me guard up before she backstabs us.”

“Urgh.” Louie groaned as the family began to search the room. “The one time Huey’s track-finding skills would’ve been useful…”

Scrooge remained at the altar, inspecting the old stone table carefully. He noted the empty alcoves behind the altar, where once might have been statuettes or crosses. He inspected the empty candlestick holders, seeing nothing of interest, and lifted up the runner upon it to look at the surface underneath it. No sign of a hidden compartment or mechanism, which disappointed him. Altars like this were usually a good spot for something like that.

“Hey, Mister Scrooge?” June piped up after a moment. “Does Miss Goldie smoke?”

“Not since our Klondike days, no.” Scrooge replied, turning around. “Why?”

“Well, then, this probably wasn’t hers.”

June stood up from the passage she’d been investigating, picking up an old cigarette butt as she did. Everyone else gathered around to take a closer look.

“…Ew.” Dewey scrunched up his beak in disgust. Then, he said in realisation, “Wait, but then that means…”

“Someone else has been down here.” Donald quacked worriedly.

“That cannae be!” Scrooge proclaimed. “The book that Goldie stole was the only source that details the location of the idol! Nobody else should know about this crypt!”

“Well, someone clearly does.” Louie murmured.

June flicked the old butt away, a thoughtful frown on her beak. Webby turned to Scrooge, asking him, “What now? If someone else is down here, they’re probably after the idol too.”

“Or they’re guarding it.” June suggested quietly.

Scrooge frowned, thinking to himself for a moment.

“…We keep goin’.” He decided. “But carefully and quietly. You found that thin’ down this way?” He asked June, pointing down the corridor with his cane.

“At the entrance, yeah.”

“Then this is the way we’ll go.” Scrooge declared, stepping into the hall. “Donald, you take the lead with me. Everyone else, stay behind us. There’re eyes on us now.”

[bitbybitwrites]

ok ficlet friday prompt:

3. 'Tell me anything. Everything.'

firstprince plz💚

Goodness . . I know it took me forever to write this! I'm so sorry @onthewaytosomewhere!

Also thanks to @tailsbeth-writes for putting these Ficlet Friday prompts together . .

You can also read this on A03 here:

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hold me close

Henry heard the front door slam from all the way upstairs, where he was folding laundry in the bedroom.  David’s head perked up quickly at the noise as well, quickly skittering to his feet and out the door, no doubt in search of the source of the sound.

Henry smiled, knowing full well it was Alex coming home from his study group.

As Henry slowly made his way down the stairs, he could see how Alex had disintegrated the minute he stepped through the door of the brownstone.  There were his shoes, kicked off in frustration just inside the doorway.  A few steps from that, Alex’s bag lay on the floor, half open, its contents spilling onto the floor.  A little further away, Henry could see his boyfriend’s scarf, which lay winding about like a snake, its bright color standing out against the parquet floor.  And then his jacket was not far from that.

Henry followed the trail of boyfriend debris all the way into their living room.  Alex had face-planted onto their couch, his head hidden under a pillow.  David sat close by, the pup whining slightly while trying to poke Alex with his nose in an attempt to solicit some sort of response.

Alex groaned, blindly flailing his arm out to scratch David behind the ears, earning a few licks to his neck as David decided to burrow his head under the pillow to beg for more attention.  His little furry body wriggled happily as he obviously found his mark.

“Daaaaaavid,” a muffled voice whined from under the pillow.  “Quit it.  That tickles.”

Henry had to grin as he knelt down next to David’s wiggly form and gently pulled the cushion off his boyfriend’s head.  “Bad day, love?”

Alex did an ungainly maneuver, ending up flipped onto his back and staring up at Henry.  Before he could answer, David took the opportunity to cover his face with as many doggie kisses as possible.  Alex feigned disgust, but Henry could see he couldn’t stop smiling under the pup’s affections.  Another set of scratches to his ears and the beagle trotted off, pleased that his job of cheering up the curly-haired one was done.

“Please tell me why I decided to take all these courses again?”  Alex sighed after watching David leave.  Henry could see the exhaustion in his boyfriend’s eyes; their usual brightness dimmed ever so slightly.  

Leaning over to card his fingers through Alex’s curls, Henry smiled as he watched his boyfriend’s eyes close.  Alex leaned into the touch, humming contentedly.  “Because you always push yourself.  Because you thrive on the challenge?  But you don’t have to do so much all the time, love.  It’s OK to take a step back and go at a slower pace.”

A noticable furrow appeared on Alex’s brow.  Henry leaned forward and gently kissed Alex’s forehead to smooth his out.  “I mean it, Alex.”

“I don’t want to disappoint . .”

“Who?  Me?  David?  Because I can tell you that thinking about your own well-being won’t disappoint me.  You were the one who taught me about how important it is for self-care.”

“And David?”

“Well, the only way you’ll disappoint David is by not rubbing his belly if he begs you to.  And like you’ll ever do that.”

Alex chuckled.  “OK, you got me there.”

Henry moved in closer, sitting fully on the floor and resting his head on Alex’s chest.  His ear lay close to his boyfriend’s heart, listening to the soft thump, thump, thump -  a soothing rhythm that matched his own.  As Henry gazed upward to watch Alex, his fingers gently continued carding through the dark curls.  “Do you want to talk about it?”

Alex let a frustrated pulse of air expel from his lungs.  “I guess  . . .  it’s just. . .a lot.” He quietly admitted as he chewed on his bottom lip.  “I thought I could do this.  Maybe I can’t?  And if I can’t . . . then what?   What do I do?  Politics isn’t right for me . . . this, I thought this was the right path.”

“It still may be the right path, Alex, “ Henry reminded him.  “But you’re at the beginning of it all.  Maybe all you need to do is slow down your pace - you’ll still get there in the end.”

Alex gazed down, a literal Prince Charming sitting before him, looking up at him so soft and loving that he couldn’t help but allow himself this moment of peace.

“Hey, come here.”

Alex reached down and gently tugged at Henry’s arm. �� With a grin, Henry happily complied as he found himself pulled up on the couch, settling on Alex carefully.  He could feel the tension slowly drain from Alex’s body as he did so.

“You know, you’re infinitely better than my weighted blanket,” Alex mumbled, his arms wrapping tightly around Henry as he nuzzled closer, inhaling a combination of cologne, clean linen, and fresh grass that always settled him.

“Glad I could be of service, “ Henry said softly.  “Now darling, what else happened today?  Tell me anything.  Everything.”

[thebigfudanshi]

Why i think Dook is a King Charles Spaniel. This is gonna be long.

So to start, we start with appearance! Dook's got a kinda tired, weary looking face, though he looks content and happy to be there. His head is quite round due to the build of the animatronics. He has a shorter snout than Rolfe, though it isn't considered a short snout, more medium. His snout is rounded in like a W in the center where his upper lip should be. He's got a big black nose, and he's got dusty brown fur, blue eyes, and a tan peach face. He doesn't appear to have any visible fur markings or a tail. Now i turn you over to the comparison

So let's look at the more obvious comparisons first. The snouts are rounded inward in the same way, and the corners of the mouth turn up quite the same. The noses are vaguely in the same spot though Dook has a pretty big nose so it's hard to say. The heads are rounded with ears coming off the top of the head and draping down. Dook's ears stick out due to the mechanics in the ears, so they seem to be around chin length, maybe a bit near neck length.

For more of the facial feature side, in the first dog pic you can see the dogs face, under the eyes. Both Dook and the Cavaliers have under eye bags. In the first dog pic, on the sides of it's face, there's two triangle cut ins under their eyes. It's similar to how Dook's fur on his mask is cut, though it's not a definitive comparison since the Rock-afire masks do that with the fur on all of them. Second dog pic, the lying dog. You can see how the "eyebrows" are turned upward, kinda chunky looking. You guessed it, that's how Dook's go. His fur is brown though, a color uncommon for Cavaliers in that shade. Ruby cavaliers, the name of the color, can range in colors of brilliant ruby red, to a dusty bronze or even brown.

I believe I'm done with the comparisons, so here's more evidence to back up why I think he is a Cavalier, story wise. So Dook is based loosely off of the build of Dingo Starr, a dog that plays drums. So Dingo has the same floppy ears as Dook, looks pretty similar, I'll say they're the same breed of dog, yeah? So King Charles Spaniels have a pretty interesting history, but what sticks out to me here is that King Charles Spaniels originate from the United Kingdom. Y'know, Dingo's British isn't he? Being a Beatles inspired character I'd have to say so. And he was a pretty small guy compared to Dook and the Wp5 and Rae. Aaron had to size Dook up when he first made him. But Cavaliers are a small breed of dog, they'd fit in your arms with ease. Though the color Dingo is isn't common in Cavaliers, unless you wanna say he's a ruby cavalier, but his fur is like a creamy unsaturated brown. But what I'm getting to is that Dingo being British also adds into the evidence. I know Dook is from New Orleans, but him and Dingo appear to be the same breed, so it'd make sense for dingo to be British to mesh in with cavalier lore.

Different part. You guys know beta Dook right? The flannel, the flat cap, the gold chain. Makes me shiver just thinking about it. So I don't know if it's just a vintage camera thing, but he looks pretty red to me. He's also reddish in a valentine's card thing but Billy Bob also looked a little ginger so.

I don't believe Aaron has said what dog he is, but to me it looks like Dook is modeled off of a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel. I just don't think he's a Beagle, he's got a very round head and beagles have youthful non wrinkled faces, at least compared to Dook I do see that Cavaliers have pretty long fur unlike Dook, especially on the chest, and the legs. I see that, and I raise the idea that Dook just shaves his fur cause for one, Dook lives in New Orleans, which isn't exactly cold. I could also see him doing it to y'know, look manly and not a fluffy rug? Although cavalier's don't have a lot of fluff on the face so Dook could easily just be really fluffy under that jumpsuit. Oh and cavalier's normally don't have blue eyes unless they have white markings on the face but he's got his whole flesh face thing going on and who knows, maybe he's got white markings under the jumpsuit

So yeah that's why I think he's a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel. Tell me what you think!

[babywonderlandwerewolf]

Good Vibes (DuckTales style)

Music:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aSTpiRYiHok&ab_channel=ApplejackLyrics

(Taking place between seasons 2 and 3)

(Singing in bold and italic)

We open to Donald who is staring wistfully at a wishing well in the center of Duckburg downtown, still thinking about the events of the Moonvasion and getting his sister back. He proceeds to throw a coin in the wishing well.

He then sees Penumbra struggling to carry boxes of the supplies she bought for rebuilding her ship. She accidentally drops a picture frame containing a picture of her and Della.

Huey: The truth that we have come to know. Starts out small, but watch it grow.

Donald proceeds to pick up Penumbra’s picture before it drops and breaks. Penumbra proceeds to smile gratefully for this kind act.

Dewey:  Taking time to help each other. Brings us close to one another

As she is walking in town, she finds Lena trying to give missing posters to find her missing amulet.

Louie and Scrooge: Beginning now starts something new. Good deeds done out of the blue.

Penumbra shows up near Lena and takes her missing amulet out of one of her boxes which had fallen in their at some point.

Donald and Della: Put your kindness to the test. You'll be amazed what happens next.

Lena holds her magic amulet near her just as Gizmoduck walks by while on his way back from stopping a crime and accidentally trips causing one of his laser arms to accidentally blast and ruin a nearby Launchpad’s Darkwing Duck poster.

Huey, Dewey, Louie, Webby, Scrooge, Donald, and Della:  One small word can brighten the world around you. 

Launchpad proceeds to cry over his ruined Darkwing Duck poster. Noticing his sadness, Lena uses her magic to fix his poster and make it even cooler looking with Darkwing Duck now carrying an grappling hook with his crashed car in the background.

Huey, Dewey, Louie, Webby, Scrooge, Donald, and Della: One big smile can change someone's day.

Launchpad proceeds to admire his new and improved Darkwing Duck poster just as he sees Gyro walking by with a cart full of new electronics he purchased. Suddenly, the cart’s wheel pops off which upsets Gyro.

Huey, Dewey, Louie, Webby, Scrooge, Donald, and Della: A helping hand goes farther than you can dream. Good vibes, so many different ways.

Noticing his struggle, Launchpad proceeds to walk up to Gyro and carry his boxes of electronics for him much to his happiness.

Scrooge:  Moments that you don't expect. Spirits down, you're in the depths. The world feels like it's lost the light. But little things can make it right

As Gyro closes the trunk of his car with the electronics Launchpad carried, Dewey walks up to him distressed with a broken DJ machine. Remembering Launchpad’s kindness, Gyro smiles and decides to fix Dewey’s machine much to his happiness.

Huey and Webby:  Think of all the lives you've touched. They come 'round and twice as much.

Louie is currently trying and failing to sell action figures made of the gold from the previous Spear of Selene rockets with Manny also being there as his assistant to help him. 

Dewey and Louie:  Friendship makes the world get lighter. Blur the lines and make it brighter.

Noticing his brother’s struggle, Dewey decides to set up his DJ music near Louie’s action figures stand and turns the music on. This attracts customers, much to Louie’s happiness.

Huey, Dewey, Louie, Webby, Scrooge, Donald, and Della: One small word can brighten the world around you.

Later, Louie is walking drinking a Pep can he bought with the money he gained from the golden action figures stand with Manny carrying him on his shoulders when he sees Huey on a ladder trying to build a tree display made of wooden branches for another Junior Woodchucks badge. 

Huey, Dewey, Louie, Webby, Scrooge, Donald, and Della: One big smile can change someone's day.

As Huey finishes up his tree display, the Beagle Boys run by with Officer Cabrera chasing them. This causes the tree display to begin faltering and nearly fall.

Huey, Dewey, Louie, Webby, Scrooge, Donald, and Della: A helping hand goes farther than you can dream. Good vibes, so many different ways.

Noticing his oldest brother’s display about to fall, Louie immediately signals Manny to run and he uses his large stature for the display to lean on and stop it from falling. Huey opens his eyes and flashes a relieved smile at Louie.

Huey, Dewey, Louie, Webby, Scrooge, Donald, and Della: It only takes a moment to make someone's day. Good vibes, good vibes.

Della walks out of a burger restaurant with some food she ordered to go. Just then, she accidentally gets her scarf snagged on a branch and trips, causing the scarf to rip.

Huey, Dewey, Louie, Webby, Scrooge, Donald, and Della:  It keeps us growing stronger, so let's hear you say.

Noticing his mother looking at her ripped scarf in sadness, Huey runs up to her and shows off his emergency stitch kit. Realizing he intends to mend her scarf, Della smiles and gives her scarf to Huey to stitch.

Huey, Dewey, Louie, Webby, Scrooge, Donald, and Della: Good vibes, good vibes.

Huey then shows off Della’s mended scarf to her which she smiles at.

Huey, Dewey, Louie, Webby, Scrooge, Donald, and Della: One small word can brighten the world around you. One big smile can change someone's day.

Just as Della continues walking, she notices a depressed Donald sitting at the wishing well. Realizing how much has happened the past week with the Moonvasion and their reunion, Della walks up to Donald and affectionately messes with the feathers on his head.

Huey, Dewey, Louie, Webby, Scrooge, Donald, and Della:  A helping hand goes farther than you can dream.

Donald looks up and sees Della offering some of her burger place food. He smiles in happiness for spending time with his sister and accepts.

Huey, Dewey, Louie, Webby, Scrooge, Donald, and Della:  Good vibes, so many different ways.

The two then sit down at the bench together, chatting like good times and eating the burgers together. Huey, Dewey, Louie, Webby, and Scrooge walk up and join them happily, united as a family once more.