#the most littlest boy in the world .? yeah.

[seungs]

SEUNGMIN – ‘Be Responsible’ special stage @ 2019 SBS Gayo Daejeon (191225)

[celli-ohs]

hubba hubba!

part two of accidentally in love! series frat boy!yeonjun x stubborn!reader; college!au, one-sided love to lovers! comedy/crack, fluff, angst, smut

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19. CODE CYAN ‼️‼️(written portion 950)

This was Yeonjun’s 15th call in the last hour. After receiving your reality check from your friends, you quietly hide in your bedroom, locking the door. You decided to be an adult and do this alone. You see his name flash on your screen, paired with a funny photo of the man you’d captured a few weeks ago. Yeonjun was sticking out his ass (which you found he did quite often, he definitely was an ass guy, seeing as he quite literally kissed yours last night) for all to see. You loved that photo because it captured him perfectly: a silly and loving young man. Finally, after the fourth ring, you pick up. “Hello?” You mumble, holding your breath. There’s silence. “Y-Y/n?” Yeonjun suddenly croaks. His voice is coarse, he sounds as if he’s been crying. You suddenly feel even more horrible. This was worse than you thought.

“I never thought you were going to pick up,” Yeonjun admits, hiccuping. You wince, he sounds so miserable. “I just needed a moment.” You sigh. “I’m so sorry.” He suddenly apologizes. “I promise I never meant to hurt you, I didn’t leave you on purpose! I went to get my phone- I left it last night and I thought you’d like breakfast too so I went-“ As Yeonjun begins to ramble, you begin to realize the mistake you’d made. Someone as genuine and trusting as Yeonjun didn’t deserve someone like you: insecure, immature, and selfish. “I really do love you.” Yeonjun’s words suddenly grab your attention again. “I’ve never meant that towards anyone but you.” You’re silent as the weight of his words settles in. 

“Please say something.” He begs. You release a sigh. “I don’t think you know what you’re saying, Yeonjun. I just- Why me? Of all the people in the world who would jump at the opportunity to be with you, you love me? I’ve shown you time and time again that I’m not worth it.” You’re clenching so hard that, you can feel the sting on your nails pinching your skin. “How could you even say that?” He sounds shocked, almost angry at you. “Y/n you’re the most admirable person I’ve ever known.” Yeonjun’s words hit you like a truck. “I’ve seen you spend the unnecessary extra time and care for the littlest of details on every project we’ve done. You pour your heart and soul into your work, your friends, anything you love!” He points out. “When something gets in your way, you challenge it and give it your all. You have so much passion for everything in life that you will always fight. I want to be able to do that myself. Being with you gives me the courage to.”

“I love you Y/n, all of you. Even the sides you feel aren’t worth my while.” You sit on your bed, tears dripping down your face as you silently cry. God, why was he still so nice, after all the crap you put him through the last 24 hours? Even before that honestly. “Goddamnit.” You suddenly laugh, wiping your tears. “Huh?” Yeonjun is dumbfounded. “I think I’ve loved you even before I could understand what love really is.” You say with a tearful smile. Yeonjun finally laughs, the both of you chuckling through the line. “I’m sorry for what I did. I should have just waited. I know you’d never hurt me intentionally. My insecurities got the best of me.” You admit with a sigh. “I forgive you. Your reaction is understandable. I mean, I wasn’t the best guy before I met you.” Yeonjun says sheepishly. You laugh it off.

“I should probably let you know that I did write a note for you, but Beomgyu thought it was trash and he threw it out,” Yeonjun explains, and you laugh again. You can already imagine the other man stumbling upon a note and nonchalantly tossing it in the trash can. “Yeonjun,” You hum. “Yeah?” He asks. “I want to see you.” You say. You can hear him smile through the phone. “Well not to be a stalker but I’ve kinda been parked outside your apartment for the last 10 minutes because if you didn’t answer that last call I was gonna try and knock on your door.” He confesses, you feign a gasp of shock as you quickly run out of your room. You’re surprised to see your friends have already arrived and are patiently waiting for you in the living room. 

You give them a quick wave before slipping into your Crocs and dashing out the front door. “Your Plan B-“ “Your Cheesy Gordita Crunch!” Jay’s shout overpowers Sunghoon’s, but you don’t even turn around though as you hang up your call to run into the arms of your man. Your lips crash onto Yeonjun and the two of you reunite. He pulls you in as if he’s starving for you. When you two finally pull apart, you’re both breathless. “Yeonjun I-“ “I love you. I’ll say it again and again, no matter how many times it takes for me to convince you that you’re worth it. I love you Y/n.” He grins. You cup his face and kiss him once more. “I love you too, so much I go crazy for you.” You giggle, letting him pepper your face with kisses. “Come on.” You tug him back towards your apartment. “Want some Taco Bell?” Yeonjun scoffs at you. “Who do you think I am?” You roll your eyes playfully. “Well, I hope you’re my boyfriend.” You joke. “Oh please,” He chortles. “Baby girl, in my mind we’re already married with kids.”

Bonus:

Code cyan is for when a pet is injured/dead, Heeseung was thinking of code chartreuse which is used for breakups in the gc

Jay didn't actually ditch his mom, but he did have to cut their mother-son brunch date short

Jake fled church so fast, that his pastor thought Layla was a human being

he got pulled over for going 50 in a 25 zone he was STRESSED

lol I've decided yujin is dating lee youngji heehee

had to humble Y/n this chapter she a lil dumb but its okay we still love her!!

one more chapter before hubba hubba ends!! ahh!! 🙈🙈

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[ohbo-ohno]

i saw somebody somewhere say "ghoap noncon puppy play" and blacked out. now ~2k of this exists. enjoy <3

cw: kinda kidnapping, noncon puppy play, gags, dark!!! it's noncon!!!!

Soap tries to sneak out the morning after.

He must not know Ghost’s awake (doesn’t know about the nightmares, doesn’t know it’s a miracle for him to have slept as long as he had) and lets out little groans and moans when he rolls away.

Ghost doesn’t realize he’s leaving at first, thinks he’s just getting more comfortable. When he sits up and his feet hit the floor, Ghost is up in the blink of an eye, hand locked around Johnny’s elbow keeping him from moving another inch.

“L.t.?” He asks, voice all rough and sleepy.

“Where you goin’, Johnny?” Ghost rumbles back. 

He squirms a little in his spot, free hand reaching up to rub anxiously at his hair. “Aye, Ghost, need to get ready for trainin’ yeah?”

“Get ready in here.” There’s no reason for Johnny to leave now. No good reason for him to ever leave Simon’s side again, actually.

But he makes a little noise in his throat, one that seems instinctual. “Listen, Ghost,” he starts, head dropped low to stare at his lap. “I know you don’t want anythin’ here, yeah? Can you please just let me make this easier, get us past the… weirdness faster?”

Well. Nothing he just said is true.

There is something here. A part of Ghost is pissed off that Johnny isn’t acknowledging that, but that’s not the most pressing part of his sentence. Ghost is never again going to let it be easy for Johnny to get away from him.

But he can’t say all that. How do you articulate the feeling of finally giving in to an obsession that’s crawled your bones for months?

He’ll have to show him. 

Next time he fucks Johnny - and there will be a next time - he’ll show him he doesn’t get to just leave the next morning. 

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Poor Soap hardly makes it a week before he’s begging for cock again.

It’s cute, the way he goes all dumb and drooly. Eyes wet and dazed, staring up into Ghost’s like he holds the secret to the universe. 

The sex is just as mind blowing as the first time, just as world-shattering and axis-tilting. Ghost knows he would sleep well that night, if he let himself sleep. But he’s got something to set up for Johnny, so he eases his way out of the bed and leaves his boy all warm and sated. 

It’s hours later, when the sun is just about to rise, that Johnny shifts around in bed and starts making those little grumbling noises.

Ghosts slips behind him, sitting up as he does and moving to sit next to him.

“Stay,” he says, low and quiet even in the safe silence of his room. 

Johnny can’t even look at him. Just stares down at where his hands fidget in his lap, poking the tip of his tongue past his lips and worrying it with his teeth. Ghost wouldn’t mind doing it for him, but that’s not what his focus needs to be on. 

“Ghost…” Johnny sighs, finally looking up at him. He’s got this desperation in his eyes, clear to see even in the dark of the room, that plainly says don’t make me explain this. Just let me do it.

But that’s not happening.

When Johnny gets up this time, Ghost follows him, locking a hand around the nape of his neck and squeezing his fingers just a bit. 

“Stay,” he tries again. 

Johnny makes a low little noise in his throat, staring up into Ghost’s eyes like he’s waiting for words Ghost doesn’t know how to give.

He’d give Soap anything. Move Heaven and Earth for him, fight the devil himself to keep him alive. But he can’t give him whatever words he expects, because he can’t fucking figure out what they are.

So he does what he can do.

When Soap moves away, Ghost’s grip turns harsher. He muscles the smaller man over, getting only the littlest bit of fight as he bends him over stomach-down on his dresser.

“Johnny,” he warns, low in his throat. “You’re not runnin’ away this time.”

“I didn’t ru-“

“Do you want me to be nice to you? Huh?” He growls, shaking Johnny’s head and leaning over him to breathe in his ear. “I won’t be nice much longer, Johnny. You decide how you want to play this.” 

Soap’s silent for a second, breathing gone heavy and spine tense. His eyes are wild where they lock on Ghost’s over his shoulder, and for a second, just a heartbeat, he feels a little bad for how Johnny’s about to spend his day.

But he gave him a chance. Practically begged Johnny not to walk away. He’s got to realize that Ghost is serious, that he’s not letting him fucking go. Not now, not ever. 

So when Johnny rears up, hands and feet planted solidly to try and break free of Simon’s hold, he doesn’t feel bad. Not when Johnny clearly needs the lesson.

Johnny’s a big man, strong and willing to fight. But he doesn’t really want to get away, and that’s what gives Ghost the advantage.

He’s rough about shoving his face to the wood of the dresser, leaning his weight against his back to hold him still while he pulls out his first gift from where it was tucked in the back of his pants.

He locks the collar around Johnny’s throat quickly and efficiently - one second his throat’s empty, the next he wears a clear sign of Simon, a sign that says taken.

“Wha’- “ Johnny mumbles, one hand giving up on pushing at the dresser and reaching to paw at his neck. “What the fuck is that?”

“Your collar,” Ghost rumbles, hold not loosening as he nuzzles into Soap’s shoulder.

“Collar? Why the fuck would you put a collar on me?”

“‘Cause you're mine,” he says simply. It’s really not much more complicated than that. “Now, are you gonna be a good boy and stay where I tell you to? Or you gonna make me punish you?”

A whine crawls out of Johnny’s throat, without his permission if the way he tenses is anything to go by. But he still doesn’t give in, head tossing back into Ghost’s shoulder in what's probably an attempt to headbut him.

“L.t., let me go, what’re you-“

He sighs, loud in Johnny’s ear. “You don’t get it. I’m not letting you go, Johnny. You’re not running from this. I won’t let you.”

He grabs his boy by the back of the collar, dragging him over to another corner of the room where Johnny’ll be spending his day.

The extra large dog crate should send the right message - trapped, but comfortable. He’s laid a small but plush mattress at the bottom, stuck in pillows and blankets and a few little fidget toys so his puppy doesn’t die of boredom.

Johnny’s struggling grows more frenzied the second he lays eyes on the cage. “Steamin’ Jesus, Ghost, what the fuck is that?!”

“What’s best for you, Johnny,” he responds, pushing the boy to his hands and knees with relative ease, the cage door already propped open and easy for him to start shoving a confused Johnny into. “Get in.”

“No! Why the fuck would I get in?!”

Well, it doesn’t quite matter. Johnny’s putting his back into fighting now, gone fully into defense-mode and trying to hit any spot on Ghost he can. Luckily, they spar often, and Ghost knows all the tricks Johnny falls back on when lost in panic. 

Only moments later, Johnny’s flat on his back in the crate, door closed and locked behind him. Ghost crouches at the side of the crate, fingers laced through the bars as he watches Johnny slowly come to terms with what's happening. 

He’s on his knees only seconds after the door closes, head nearly touching the top of the cage as he leans toward Ghost.

“Ghost, what- what are you doing? C’mon, let me out of here. It’s not funny, ok?”

“Not laughin’, Johnny.” 

“Then- then what the fuck! Let me out, are you insane?! I’m not staying in a fucking dog cage!”

“That’s exactly where you’re staying. Until I come back tonight, you’ll stay right here in your crate. Safe and sound.”

“But- you can’t-“

“I can. And I am.” It’s almost pathetic, the desperation in Johnny’s eyes as he stares up at Ghost. Like he still can’t quite understand what’s happening. Ghost takes pity on him, pushing his fingers further through the bars to stroke at his boy’s cheekbone with the backs of his knuckles. He leans into it, precious thing that he is. “It’ll be ok, Johnny. This is just what you need, this’ll make you understand, yeah? Now, are you gonna be a good boy and stop barking, or do I need to muzzle you?”

That sets him off again, sends him launching to the other side of the crate. “You can’t fucking- you can’t fucking muzzle me, you big bastard!” 

Ghost only sighs as he stands, grabbing the black muzzle from where it rests only a few feet away. It’ll be difficult to get it on with Johnny kicking up a fuss, but he should be able to manage. 

He’s careful to block the opening as he opens the crate door, but shows no hesitation as he reaches in and grabs a panting Johnny by the hair. He’s quick about the process, gets the internal attachment of the gag stuffed into Johnny’s mouth before he can really start struggling.

He scratches at Ghost’s hands and arms, kicking desperately at the soft bedding to try and gain leverage to push away.

“Calm down,” Ghost growls, bent in half over the smaller man to lock the gag around his head. His fingers struggle to get the small buckles in place with the way Johnny throws his head back and forth. “The more you struggle, the longer you stay in here. That what you want, Johnny? Thought you wanted out?”

There’s a loud whine beneath him, something plaintive and sad and scared.

But Ghost can’t comfort him right now. This is a lesson.

So he gets the gag secured, leans out and locks the crate door before Johnny can fully realize what’s happened. He lays there on his side, eyes dazed and confused. Ghost just stares down at him.

He’s slow once he finally starts moving, shifting to his knees and hands coming up to feel around the edge of the muzzle. It’s a comfortable leather that wraps around the entirety of the bottom half of his face, leaving only his cheekbones and above visible. It’ll be uncomfortable to breath if he works himself into another panic, but not impossible. 

He tries to work at the strap, but it doesn’t do anything. Ghost has thoroughly tested this particular gag, knows it’s only coming off when he wants it off. 

His hands fall to rest on the blankets a moment later, eyes moving up to stare into Ghost’s where he towers above the cage. He can see Johnny’s jaw working, knows he’s chewing at the part of the gag that rests inside his mouth. A whine slips through, just loud enough for Ghost’s heart to skip a beat.

“I’ll be back later. If you’re a good boy, you can sleep in bed with me tonight.” He lays a hand over top of the cage, scratching at a dazed Soap’s scalp. “Try not to make a mess.”

And then he turns away, off to find Price and tell him Soap’ll be out sick for a few days. 

[tiktaalic]

tortured poets review. by song

fortnight: fine. sounds like a song. one of the lana drag ones. the actual lyrical content is nothing special. i would not have made this track one. 6/10

tortured poets department: kind of exactly what you would expect from a taylor swift album called tortured poets department. it's silly. it's got references. it makes you go. girl? already less distinct musically. 3/10

my boy only breaks his favorite toys: the consequence of doing lana drag is that you listen to songs and go this would be a lot better if lana got her chords on it. fundamentally not a song that i can enjoy from taylor allison swift. a song i would respect in lana of video games fame catalogue once she strips it down. not like head turningly strange like tpd just plain and simple middle of the road. 4/10

down bad: this one is unlistenable for me. cant explain why. probably the chorus of down bad. i think it's tooooooo silly too silly by far when taylor swift does how do you do fellow teens vocabulary. 2/10

so long london: i can see the place that this takes on my spotify wrapped. lyrics are fine. good even. this + backing + doing something even the littlest bit different from soft monotone talk singing makes it one of the most memorable on this album by miles. probably not near the top of most memorable in her hundreds deep bench though. can't think of anything to dock it for but it's no belter. 8/10.

but daddy i love him: yeah okay. i love when she does a silly one. i think the instrumentals are nice. i'm having his baby. no i'm not! but you should see your face. easily i would listen to an album that was full of songs to this theme / musicality. points docked because i dont think she knows it's as silly as it is. 7/10.

fresh out the slammer: bored. i just looked at the lyrics and they're passable but they're performed in the most boring possible manner. stupidest name imaginable. i actually might bump it a point or two if the name was different. 4/10

florida: makes me go yaaaaaay florence every time i hear it. taylor's part halsey 2014 core. could have been worse! if i was in charge of cutting tracks i would keep this one. 6/10

guilty as sin: started it went oh i'm docking this one for boring. read the first quarter of lyrics and went oh this is fine? got to second half and went oh i don't care for this. can imagine a world where it's a better song with different backing and emphasis. 5/10

whose afraid of little old me: i dont think it's good necessarily but i love every song where shes like im craaaazy im insane. i think for the concept it's going for it could have been put together differently. 6/10

i can fix him: i like the way it sounds. but could use more oomph. it's so nice to hear guitars though. don't care for the subject matter. 5/10

loml: snooze. boring lyrics. boring performance. 4/10

i can do it with a broken heart: BAFFLING. easily the me / karma of the album. the tonal mismatch is the point but . well. it is what it is. i would like this more if it WAS a barbie soundtrack release i think. then it would have an extra layer of silly. i think this might make my wrapped. unfortunately. 5/10.

smallest man who ever lived: who gives a shit about matty healy. 4/10

the alchemy: head in my hands. head in my hands. football song. it's so over. and we are never going to be so back. 3/10

clara bow: i like the intro. i can't see myself ever doing more than half humming this. lyrics are whatever. fine, passable. 6/10

the black dog: yeah it's fine. no complaints. guitar 👍. 6/10

getyouback: why would you EVER tee yourself up perfectly to be compared to a better song. 3/10

albatross: oh i liked this one on first listen. 7/10.

chloe sam sophia marcus: outing song ‼️‼️‼️divorce music‼️‼️‼️. nothing too exciting or groundbreaking musically. 5.5?

how did it end: um. it gets points for being #real but not much else. 5/10.

so high school: i think i would like it if it was even a TOUCH less heterosexual. i would cut 3 lines that would turn it into a 6. i can see this song in someone else's hands dominating the radio and me loving that. in taylor's hands i'm giving it a 5/10.

i hate it here: not interesting. next. 4/10

thank you aimee: out of respect for taylor swift's struggles i will withhold comment and rating. -_-

look in people's windows: lyrics aren't bad but it's another one that's not really. doing anything. 4/10

the prophecy: yeah i'll give this one a 7/10. i would have one (1) greige complaint if this was on folkevermore but that's pretty damn solid.

cassandra: passing it and moving on. that's as much as it deserves. 5/10

peter: lyrics get a thumbs up. another 5.5? i could be talked into a six.

the bolter: yes girl commitment issues. 6/10. actually. 7/10.

robin: jesus god this album is too long. i have listened to too much taylor swift tpd to give this any kind of rating.

the manuscript: 5/10. like if woulda coulda shoulda had no beat

thank you for sharing this journey. with me and also taylor swift

[sequinsmile-x]

This is Our Place, We Make The Rules - Chapter 12 - Snow Day

A collection of non-sequential mini-fics and one-shots of Hotchniss and their life at home.

Chapter 12 - Snow Day

-x-

Hi besties,

I know it's summer in the Northern Hemisphere, but the warmth and humidity has seriously been getting to me - so I decided to write a little snow based fic to distract myself from it all haha

This fic felt like the perfect place for this little thing to go <3

As always, let me know what you think!

-x-

Warnings: None!

Words: 2k

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

She’s pulled from sleep as the bedroom door flies open, the brief sound of small feet against the plus carpet filling the room before Jack lands on the bed. 

“Mom, Dad. It snowed!” 

Aaron sits up and switches on the lamp on his nightstand, groaning as their eldest’s loud enthusiasm fills their bedroom, “Jack, buddy, your brother is asleep next door.” 

Jack’s eyes go wide and he briefly covers his mouth before he carries on talking, his stage whisper somehow louder than his normal tone of voice, “But it snowed so much. Do you think school will be cancelled?” 

Emily smiles and ruffles his hair, “I doubt that, honey,” she says, stretching as she climbs out of bed. She walks the short distance to the window and pulls the curtains open, “It has to be a lot of- Holy crap” her mouth falls open when she sees her snow-covered backyard, the picnic table barely visible under it all, “That is a lot of snow.” 

“Bad word Mom.” 

She turns at the sound of her husband’s laugh, one of her favourite sounds in the world right up there with her sons’ laughter, and she raises her eyebrow at him when he parrots what Jack has said, his dimples carved out deep in his cheeks. She thinks she loves him more than usual in moments like this. When he’s relaxed and entirely hers and the boys, with no outside influence which could possibly taint their time together.

“Yeah,” he says, agreeing with their son, “Bad word Mom,” he says, his hand ghosting over her back the first sign that he’d climbed out of bed too, “That is a lot of snow. Maybe school will be called off.” 

“No school?” Jack exclaims from behind them, his joy obvious, “Does that mean you won’t have to work?” 

Emily opens her mouth to respond but is cut off by Aaron, his touch more insistent for a moment as he talks to Jack. 

“If there’s no school, we won’t go to work,” he says, smiling at his wife, “The roads will be dangerous. The team is overdue a day off anyway, we’ve been on back-to-back cases lately.” 

She raises her eyebrow at him, “You’re just going to make that call?” 

He shrugs, “One of the perks of being the boss.” 

She rolls her eyes, but her response is cut off when she hears Benjamin crying from the nursery, she sighs and heads out of the room, “Honey,” she waits until Aaron’s eyes meet hers, “You check to see if the school has emailed, I’ll get the littlest Hotch.” 

She smiles as she steps into the nursery, already soothing Benjamin as she lifts him from the crib and into her arms, settling the 8-month-old onto her hip as she kisses his forehead, “Oh my sweet grumpy boy,” she says, kissing him again as she runs a hand up and down his back, unable to stop her smile from getting wider as she looks into a frown that made him look even more like Aaron than he usually did, “You look so much like Daddy.” 

She sits on the chair in the corner of the room and settles him against her chest, smiling against his dark hair when he stops crying, happy and content in her arms. She hums quietly, a nameless tune that she’d hummed to him ever since he was a tiny newborn, something that always brought both of them comfort. She loved spending time just the two of them, quiet moments that were always too fleeting, moments she knew she’d look back on fondly when he was a tall, gangly thing who thought his parents were the most embarrassing people on the planet. 

“It snowed last night, Benny,” she says, rocking them back and forth in the chair, smiling when he looks up at her, his smile wide, exposing the few teeth that had erupted past his gums in the last few months, “Jack might not have to go to school, which means Daddy and I won’t go to work, and we’ll all just spend the day at home.” 

Benjamin puts his hands on her chest, pushing himself upwards, spit bubbles on his lower lip as he babbles to himself, sounds that were close to Dada filling the room around them. 

Emily sighs, poking at his kissable cheek, doing it again when he giggles, “You lived inside of me for 9 months, I made you from scratch and fed you with my body but Daddy is still your favourite, huh?” 

“I think we both know he’d pick you over me any day of the week.” 

She turns to look at her husband and smiles when she sees him standing in the doorway, his hair and t-shirt still rumbled from sleep, his grey sweatpants low on his hips. “Did the school email?” 

He nods, his smile sleepy and warm and entirely hers, “They did - it’s officially a snow day.” 

Her smile gets wider, the thought of spending a day at home with her boys, with no interruptions or outside influence, warming her from the inside out.  There was something so achingly normal about it, so beautifully ordinary, that it sometimes didn’t feel real, like it was a fantasy she’d made up for herself. Then Aaron would be there, his touch something she knew she couldn’t make up, his love something she knew her subconscious couldn’t create because she’d never experienced it before him. She’d worry it wasn’t real and then she’d look at her son's faces. See the innocence reflecting back at her, the endless possibilities and the future they held and she knew she it was real, that they were tangible proof she’d survived the very worst and made it to this.

“Did you hear that, Benny?” She says, turning her attention back to her son, her smile wider again at the sight of his, “We get to spend all day at home and we can play in the snow.” 

“We’ll finally get to see him in that snow suit Garcia bought him,” Aaron says, chuckling when Emily’s eyes go wide in delight, her excitement increasing.

“Oh sweet boy,” she says, thinking of the green quilted snowsuit and the tiny bear ears on the hood that had earned a gasp from her the first time she’d seen them, “You are about to look so fucking cute.” 

“Bad word, Em. Such a dirty mouth this morning.” Aaron says, his smile teasing when she turns to look at him, her eyes narrowed as she stands up, Benjamin on her hip as she walks over. She gently nudges her shoulder into her husband and raises her eyebrow.

“Any more of that from you, honey,” she says, her voice purposely overly sweet, “The cursing will be the dirtiest thing my mouth will be doing for a while.” 

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She sighs contentedly as she sinks onto the couch, her hands wrapped around the hot chocolate Aaron had made, the whiskey he’d put in it warm and soothing as she takes a sip, settling into the cushions around her and the blanket over her lap. 

It had been a perfect day. They’d spent a lot of time outside, wrapped up warm and cosy as they played in the snow. Emily had sat on the porch with Benjamin in her lap, his snowsuit just as adorable as she’d known it would be, a blanket wrapped around the two of them as they watched Jack and Aaron build a snowman. Benjamin had loved the snow, fascinated by it as he dug his hands into piles of it and giggled when he smeared fistfuls of it on his parent’s cheeks. 

She closes her eyes as she thinks of the laughter they’d shared all day. Jack and Aaron’s matching laughs as they had a snowball fight, and Benjamin’s giggle as he watched them. She could picture him running around with them next year, toddling around in the snow as he tried to keep up with them, his smile matching theirs as he tried to keep up. 

The thought of it warms her more than the hot chocolate in her hands ever could.

“They are both asleep,” Aaron says as he walks into the living room, “I don’t think Benny has ever gone down so quickly.” 

She hums as she pulls the blanket back enough for him to sneak under it too, laying it over both of their laps as she leans into his side, “He had a lot of fun today.” 

“They both did,” he replies, kissing her temple, taking the hot chocolate from her when she offers it to him, “It was a nice day.” 

“The best,” she says, taking the mug back from him after he has a sip, ���I never had days like today with my parents,” she smiles sadly, not aware she was going to say it until she had, “It was nice to see the boys enjoying themselves like that.”

He frowns as he looks at her, tilting his head curiously as their eyes meet, “Your mom and dad never took the day off for a snow day with you?” 

She scoffs, “Please, you’ve met my mother. Does she seem like someone who would build a snowman or throw a snowball?” She asks, her smile sad as she shrugs, “On the rare occasion I was in a part of the world that has enough snow for days like today to happen I would spend them alone and just walk around in it,” she presses her lips together, “Well, that and I’d sneak a bottle of whiskey out of my mom’s liquor cabinet and make hot toddies.” 

He chuckles, the sound sad as it catches in his chest when he thinks of her when she was young, how every story she told painted a picture of her as a lonely figure. It made him ache for her, made him all the more aware that days like today were as much for her as they were for the boys. 

“Some of my only good memories of my dad were on snow days,” he says, pulling her closer, his cheek resting on top of her head, “He’d always try and make the biggest snowman on the street. Sean and I would get as much snow as possible and bring it to him,” he smiles sadly when she tilts her head to look up at him, “It made me so angry as I got older. Why couldn’t he have been like that all the time, you know?” 

She nods and cups his cheek, stroking her thumb back and forth over his jaw, “You’re an amazing father, Aaron,” she says, knowing he always needed the reassurance anytime he spoke about his dad, the scars, both physical and mental, left behind by a man she’d never meet as well known to her as her own, “The boys, and anyone else who may come along, are so lucky to have you.”

She smiles when does, the thought of expanding their family even further one that always brought them joy. 

“I’m sorry you never got to experience any of this when you were their age,” he says, his voice as soft as his touch. Gentle and delicate as he leans in to kiss her cheek and then the tip of her nose, drawing a laugh out of her as he carries on, his lips catching as much of her face as possible.

She sighs, her forehead against his as she leans in closer. She’d accepted that her childhood hadn’t been what she’d wanted a long time ago and she knew it couldn’t change, that nothing could be undone, but it didn’t make it any easier. In moments like this, wrapped up around her husband in the home they shared, their little boys asleep and safe upstairs, she could find peace in it. 

“Thats okay,” she says, kissing him, her lips soft and fleeting against his, “I have it now.” 

[anonymooseforever007]

His Aunt's Stories

(Platonic Arthur Shelby x Female reader)

Summary: In which we learn about the irony in a friendship Arthur made during the war, and why he came back with so many unheard of stories. But are they really that unheard of....

A/N:  Hi, y’all! Warnings for Fluff and Angst! So this is literally just a repost of the old version except it's edited and I had to repost it because tumblr was being evil and turned off the replies with out telling me and it won't let me turn it back on. But yeah! I think this is still one of my favourite things I've written just because of the idea behind it! I hope y'all enjoy it! ❤️

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-Arthur Shelby met a nurse during the war and they became great friends.

-And only friends because she was married, but even still, somehow Arthur never learned her last name, only the nickname given to her by the people around camp. 

-They all called her Angel, because that’s what everyone who she fixed up saw her as, an Angel sent to come to make them better. And so they were never more than great friends but they still grew close enough to the point of writing to their families about each other.

-She would write to her husband about the great Arthur Shelby, who could draw well and made her laugh, reminding her of her brother in law. She also wrote to her husband about how Arthur would always make sure she was safe from the more “needy” patients. The ones who didn’t care about the ring she wore around her neck to keep it from getting dirty. One “friendly reminder” from him and she was treated with respect from any man who dared cross that boundary. Angel always told Arthur that her husband was grateful for that bit, for keeping his beloved safe while he was fighting somewhere else.

-And in turn, Arthur would write about her to his family, about the nurse who reminded him of Ada and had a spark in her eye that he hadn’t seen since his mother was alive. The nurse with the husband who Arthur never met (as he himself was fighting far away) but who Arthur admired for catching such a woman. A man who he never caught the last name of, and was only referred to by the nurse as, “My husband” or “My Ally”

-Arthur would also write to his family of the stories that the Angel nurse would tell him. Stories of her own making, fantastical tales that she apparently told her own nephew before the war.

-Now why would a grown woman be telling a grown man children’s stories? Because a story was a story of course, and during a time when the world surrounding seemed to be full of violence and chaos, it was nice to have something a little childish to hold on to.

-And so for months this went on, nearly a full year with the two friends growing closer and the nurse often telling Arthur new stories and helping him write them out, so his Aunt Polly could read then to his little brother.

-In fact, His littlest brother (in age not height) still had these stories today, as Finn kept all the letters his brothers sent to him during the war, even if he couldn’t read them. Because during the war, for a young boy who hadn’t seen his brothers in years, holding the letters were the closest he could get to hugging the men themselves when he was sacred during the time they were gone. And many years later, for one of Finn’s brothers, holding the the letters would be the closest he could get to being with his brother ever again. But that’s a story for another time.

-So time went by as Arthur and the nurse became great friends who enjoyed spending time together and comforting each other after a hard day (or one that was harder than most during a war as they were all hard now). And it was likely with the way things were going, the two would be friends even after the war was over, as the bond they built was deeper than the trenches they often took cover in.…

-At least until the day the smoke drowned the moon in the crest of the night.

-It was an enemy attack which none had anticipated, and fewer were ready for. Bombs had been set off by the camp, leading the enemy to enter the boundaries in the cover of grey air and choking smoke.

-But many thought Lady Luck must have been generous that night, as even though they were unprepared and outnumbered, Arthur’s Unit managed to fend off the attack with little injury to their own men. They called it a miracle…

-It wasn’t until later when he saw the hands of his beloved nurse friend (sister), covered in blood. Which wouldn’t have been unusual, except for the fact the blood didn’t belong to another person this time. She wasn’t lying on the ground  because she was trying to stitch up a wounded man…

-The blood was her own.

-And while Arthur never truly learned what happened that night, with so sudden the chaos of the attack, he always knew it was never directly his fault.

-But there would always be a little piece of him in the back of his mind, telling him it was his fault it ended this way, it was his fault no one was there to protect her.

-Even if she quietly told him otherwise, as he kneeled down beside her, his blood now mixing with her own,as he desperately tried to slow the flow coming out a woman he considered another sister. Even if she was weakly smiling at him trying to make a joke about what her husband would do to Arthur if he saw where the man’s hands laid now. Even if the gentle way she was barely squeezing his hand, as she told him he’d have to finish the newest story for his brother on his own, told otherwise.

-And sometimes even years later after the war ended, Arthur would close his eyes at night and be greeted by the same spark he watched fade so long ago.

-Because nurses were sent to the front to patch those who were dying. But when the nurse is the one that’s dying, who does the patching…

-After the war Arthur was a different man, far different than who he was before, but that didn’t stop some things from being the same. He still smoked and drank and slept around. And he still did “business” as Shelby family grew its reach, often finding his hands covered in blood and who knows what else. He still loved his family to the ends of the earth, and because of his ability to do fun voices he was still always the first his many nieces and nephews would come to for a story.

-And maybe now after the war he had some new stories, ones nobody had heard before because they were original stories, that came from an author long since lost.

-Stories that the kids loved to hear over and over as the imaginative tales brought dreams to their head that would make anyone smile. And so it was because of the joys the tales brought to the children that Arthur kept telling them too.

-Because he knew how happy their creator would be to know her stories still helped children smile. That was her favorite part of making her stories. Using them to makes others forget their troubles and smile… even if Arthur often wanted to cry after telling them these days.

-Though that part, the children never knew… for Arthur telling the stories was a way for his head to retell her story. The one of the friendship the between them. The story of a woman who many thought deserved the whole world. Who deserved the life she would have had…. if it weren’t cut short. The story of a woman who was one of the kindest Arthur had ever met and even now he considered one of his closest friends.

-And as close as they were Arthur rarely liked being reminded of her story together, because he never liked the ending… not one bit.

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Bonus (maybe): (I.e. me trying to to back the original idea)

      So for years Arthur would tell the stories that the Angel told him, sometimes with Finn chiming in to help too. Finn knew the stories by heart, having made Polly read them over and over in the time it took between his brothers letters for a new one to arrive while they were far away. Finn didn’t know how the nurse’s story ended either, and so to him they really were just stories his brother Arthur learned during the war.

     And a few times, when Arthur was gone Finn would be the one to tell the tales to his brothers’ children, even dragging Bonnie and Isaiah into to help him act the words out to better distract the kids from the business occurring in the next room.

     One time when the Shelby’s were on more friendly terms with the Solomons, the boys even tried to drag Goliath into the stories while the older men talked in the other room.

     They had noticed the giant standing close by, as he heard them speak with a frown on his face, one that didn’t quite show anger, but rather confusion as if he was remembering something he had heard long ago. He didn’t join of course, but he still stood there, listening as Finn and the others sat by the children telling the old stories.

      He stood listening, even as he prayed his uncle didn’t in fact hear the stories, as Goliath didn’t know how he’d react. Goliath wasn’t sure where Finn learned the stories, but he knew how his uncle felt about them. Goliath knew how his uncle felt about her, even all these years later. He knew how his uncle felt about what happened to her, and even suspected it played into his feeling towards a certain eldest Shelby, but never brought it up. No,…bringing it up would reveal to many cards, too many weaknesses.

      But still, Goliath listened to the stories now told by Finn, praying his uncle wouldn’t hear them. Stories, Goliath himself actually knew already the ending of, even if he hadn’t heard a Shelby tell them before.

      He knew how these stories ended, even if he wasn’t sure how the one about the author herself ended. He had heard them when he was young, her stories, made just for him, as he sat on the lap of a woman he hadn’t seen since before the war. A woman who he never saw after the war. A woman whose story only one man truly knew the ending of.

     Because as far as anyone was knew, no one was there when she got hurt. No one was there for her in the midst of the fighting, on the night the smoke drowned out the moon….But one man was there only a few minutes after.

     One man was a few minutes too late…

     One man was there trying to stop the blood from flowing, with tears in his eyes as she made a joke about where he was putting his hands. One man was there, kneeling in a growing puddle of blood, his mixing with her own, as she gently squeezed his hand and told him it wasn’t his fault. One man was there as she weakly smiled up at him, encouraging him to finish the newest story for his brother by himself. She knew he could do it, he just had to believe he could do it too.

     One man was there…

     Only one. And it was not the one who wished he was there the most…

     Goliath knew how the stories themselves ended but he wasn’t exactly sure how the one about their author did. 

      In the end, only one man was there the night the breath left her chest and the blood left her heart. On the night when the Angel became an Angel, only one man was there, holding his friend close. Only one man was certain how her story ended. That was the night the spark finally faded in the eyes of Goliath’s late aunt.

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A/N: Ok that’s it… :) I was thinking one night and decided that I really liked the idea of Arthur making friends with a nurse who loved stories and died during the war (and he couldn’t save her), not realizing (until possibly later) that the nurse was in fact Alfie’s late wife and that’s kinda why Alfie dislikes Arthur more than the others…but I didn’t know how to write the full story and here we are! 

[smuttaburger]

Christmas Creations (Armin Arlert fluff)

This is for my girl @arlerts-angel

Just a little holiday fluff with our favorite blonde babe

Taglist:

@arlerts-angel @arlertwitch @leviismybby @humanitys-strongest-bamf sorry if I forgot anyone

“Angel? Y/D/N? Are you guys home?” Armin asked as he stepped through the door, shrugging off his puffy winter coat that your daughter insisted that he wore this morning because ‘You’ll get sick daddy’.

And there’s one thing that everyone who knew Armin Arlert knew without a shadow of a doubt: there were 2 people on this planet that are completely spoiled rotten.

You and your daughter.

Armin followed the sound of sudden giggles to see the two most important people in his life sitting on the floor with colored pencils in their hands.

Armin leaned against the door, his heart full as he watched the love of his life play with their daughter that they made out of love. A daughter that was Armin’s carbon copy, much to your dismay.

“I spent 9 months growing her and then birthing her and she has the nerve to be a carbon copy of you,”

“What can I say, I’ve got strong genetics,” He had leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips as you and your newborn spent quality time getting skin to skin contact.

“Daddy!” Your four year old smiled beamingly at Armin and you looked behind you to see your husband gazing at you both with the most loving look that you’d seen in his oceanic eyes.

“What did you draw?” Armin asked, picking his little princess up in his arms.

“Mama made Santa and I made the reindeer,” she smiled, while you grabbed the drawings.

“Are you ready to show daddy?” You asked, pressing a quick kiss to your husband’s lips.

“Eww! Mommy you’re gonna catch cooties,”

“So daddy has cooties?” You gasped in mock surprise.

“Yeah, Rosie told me,” Jean and Mikasa’s daughter was ever so slightly older than your daughter, and always fills your daughter in on the ways to survive being a big girl. Apparently the most chief lesson recently has been about how boys have cooties.

“Did Rosie say if the doctor can get rid of it?” Armin asked.

“Nope. All boys have them. It’s why boys have to stand up to use the potty,” That had earned a snicker from Armin and you.

You, unlike your husband, we’re better at hiding it with a cough.

“Well dang, looks like my littlest princess can’t have any goodnight kisses after her bedtime story,” Armin said in a singsong voice.

“Rosie’s wrong,” your daughter said with the most sincere look on her face. The prospect of no more goodnight daddy kisses was unacceptable.

“No I can’t have my princess getting cooties,” Armin had to bite back a laugh.

“I don’t care. Daddy cooties are okay,”

“Yeah daddy cooties are fine. It’s those other boy cooties you need to watch out for,” you smiled, brushing some loose blonde hairs from her forehead.

“Hey, so since you and mommy got to draw, how about we all go see Christmas lights tonight after dinner,”

“Can we?” The four year old suddenly became extremely hard to hold from her bouncing at the prospects of Christmas lights.

“Only if you finish all of your dinner,”

“Veggie too?” Your daughter asked and you nodded.

“Yeap, veggies have to be in your tummy before we go,” you told her, tickling her tummy.

“You and mommy clean up while I make dinner, how’s that?” Armin asked and your daughter nodded before grabbing her colored pencils and putting them back in the box.

“Hey Angel, did you ever think when we met that our lives would be like this?” Armin asked, his crystal eyes on his mini me.

“No, but I love every second of it,” you smiled softly at the man you got to call your husband for the rest of your lives.

“Good, because you’re stuck with me,” Armin teased and pressed another kiss to your lips. It was one of those kisses that, while you were a great mother and never forgot about your kid, made you forget the world around you existed. It was as if time stopped in that moment. The only thing that mattered to you was Armin’s lips against yours and strong hands holding you.

“Good. Wouldn’t want it any other way,” you smiled and Armin pulled you in for another kiss.

“Mommy… Daddy… Can you stop kissing so we can go see lights faster?” Your daughter asked innocently, getting a laugh from you both.

[been-taking-muay-thai-classes]

there are magicless humans in twisted wonderland too, (i think sebek's dad has been implied to not have magic. and the glorious masquerade event also mentions townspeople without magic using little gadgets that use magic to perform tricks like sparks/fireworks)

yuu is weirdly pointed out as a magicless human in the school (specifically. bc there are no magicless ppl at a magic technical school), but i think it's to also imply they come from a world without magic.

i can't remember who made the post but there was someone who tried to make sense of the biology of magic in people in twisted wonderland. they said stuff about the relationships of potential for magic and actual magical ability in the humans, and how fae (or maybe just malleus) are beings made OF magic. and iirc the post also went into the reasons why a magic school would even exist and be exclusive, is due to potential in people not being the same so not everyone goes to a magic school bc that potential of growth isn't worth nurturing.

YESS YESSS

I remember that post. I read it several times because I remember actually being co fused about the potential for magic thing.

As I understood it, the idea is that everyone in Twisted Wonderland has the potential for magic even if only a select few have a potential worth nurturing (and that from those few, there's even a smaller few who are good enough mages??? Who are invited to NRC, hence the whole thing with Kalim for example not being invited to the school making Jamil think he is inferior, because then he would've received a letter sooner either there or for a different school like RSA but nobody has really explained what ACTUALLY happened there).

So that's the part that confused me. If everyone has potential for magic in Twisted Wonderland, then Yuu is truly an anomaly as they seem to lack that potential entirely. But if there are creatures (human, beastmen, merfolk) who also have zero potential for magic, then surely Yuu could have a mostly regular life in this world if for some reason they cannot go back home.

Here I think about the tools we've seen in the game such as the ghost camera, the magitool hammer found in the guest room and, most notably, the magiwheels.

The ghost camera and magitool both work just fine regardless of how much magic someone has, but the magiwheels/blastcycle are stated in book 5 to require magic to be used to their full capacity. But one of the npc's wonders first if one can even ride the blastcycle without magic so I looked at that as definite proof that yes, there are people without magic in this world too. I mean they have regular cars and buses and planes too, but anytime I saw people talk about magic in Twisted Wonderland I saw everyone sort of agreeing that wveryone has just the littlest bit of magic just not enough to count for anything (mentioning the laypeople of the first halloween event because laypeople implies they are magical just without the training to use said magic) so I was left on the fence.

But yeah, when looking at relatives of the boys we often get either explanations of which relative was a mage (Kalim, Sebek and Epel all hint at a female relative also having notable magic) or sometimes a relative that, oddly, didn't have it like Sebek's dad (sidenote I believe this also hinta at fae regularly having magic. It's actually implied that one reason Briar Valley has so little technological advancement is because they use magic for everything which would make sense given how fae are understood on general real life lore). So until explicitely stated otherwise (or someone from jp twst can confirm) I chose to believe that Yuu is only an anomaly because they are a magicless student in a magical school, not because they have no magic whatsoever in a world were that doesn't happen. It honestly just makes more sense lorewise given the special magical tools and schools and other such gadgets.

Thanks for the message, it really helped me clear my ideas about this point :D

[mgarmagedon]

Childhood TV shows? (cartoons, disney/nick sitcoms, etc.)

THAT WILL LIKE GIANT POST BECAUSE I WATCHED THOUSENDS OF CARTOONS, SITCOMS AND MUCH MORE XDDD

Long story short, I didn't have any friends in my childhood and usually I was bullied physically and mentally at elementary school so yeee- That is why I spend 50% of the time in my home looking non stop at the TV screen and watching whatever i found (rest of the time i was playing with my littlest pet shops and monster high dolls making cults, apocalypse, and cities. I LOVED making city for my pet shops and rule them all >:D)

So I will tell about the most important ones for me, because this post would never end if I start talking about EVERYTHING (and won't talk about movies, because it's about what children channels was showing.)

In my kindergarten era my favorite cartoons was mainly on one channel BBC for kids. It was my gold, everything i needed after long day in kindergarten where children were beating shit out of me. And lately I rewatched Numberjacks, Charlie and Lola (funfact my 20y/o dog is named after her older bro XDD), Big coock and Little cook, Teletubbies, The Koala Brothers, etc. (i watched everything what was showned at that time on BBC) This shithead from Numberjack still makes me scared.

He is a demon from my past.

But my parents because they doesn't gave a shit what i was watching my top 1 kindergarden cartoon was original Ben 10 and Lady Gaga music videos (And I'm not even fucking kidding, my family has videos that i could sit for an hours and just watch poker face over and over again.)

And i also rewatched it lately and found out that most of the talking roles are shared between Ratchet and Optimus polish VAs (Jarosław Boberek and Dariusz Odija)

Later we got more channels on our old TV so I started watching channels like Nick, Disney channel and Disney XD (we had cartoon network, etc. before so yeah). And for that time Hannah Montana was perfect for me i truly love it. I loved this show. The same with ICarly (fuck Dan Schneider, fuck paramount and nick that was hiding him and other p3does for years, they are acting like disney but worse) BUT there were also sitcoms for boys, and if you know me I LOVE MEDIA FOR TEEN BOYS. After Hannah Montana stopped showing up, I really felt in love in I’m in the Band, Zeke and Luther, Kickin’ It, ESPACIALLY Crash & Bernstein, because it was mupped show but cooler for me at the time XD

More ppl should know about it XD

And after it my golden era begin, because we got even more channels and I could watch for first time show that will change my life forever, thanks to this show I'm with you guys rn and start to draw:

My first ever episode of lego ninjago was the episode where 1ep of 3 season, and it got me so hard XDD and at the time I cried me when I was 10 I cried like little baby when Zane died and was this show-don't-tell ending with Pixal. It was everything I needed... and it made me nerd also XDDD At the time i start to watching Teletoon+ like crazy!!! I watched MLP there and LPS too! And I'm so pissed of on myself, because TFP was shown there to but I didin't want to watched, because since i was youngling I hated Bayverse and was scared of their faces, so fuck you Micheal Bay, I almost missed the best TF show ever because of you :))

But also worth to talk about is The Amazing world of Gumball, oh boy I love it the same as Lego Ninjago and Nexo Knights!!! It was spiderman universum for me, when i was young, I watched since it premiered to the very end and even as a young teen I appreciated the animation and creativity that Gumball was showing us. Since today I think that animation and ideas are just pure genius and I can not even tell one thing bad about it like about Total Drama (1-3 season lives rent free in my head still, that is why I'm danganronpa fan) XDD

And now we are getting to second most necessary canon even in my life. The March 16th of 2015 first episode of polish Transformers robots in disguise was showed and it was fun for me! Fun enough that I recommended it to my friend that I created this au with, and she told me that it was cool too! And then years has passed and in 2022 she rewatched because she was bored and discovered Transformers Prime, she was so amazed of it that she begged me for MOUNTH to watch it! And guess how she convinced me to watch it??? XD she showed me that one ep that Starscream was running with KO, because zombie Silas was hunting them XDD (I'm spoiler proof, so I wasn't angry that she showed me ep from 3 season). AAAAnd that is how it started and that is why I'm with you rn and drawing transformers stuff for more than 2 years

So Rid15 literally get me into this awesome fandom!!!

And then I started using internet to the state, that I stopped watching TV at all so yeah... (i mean i was using internet since 2010 when I was 6, and using school computer to play dress up games, but yk what i mean) AND ofc there was much much much more cartoons and shows i watched BUT like I told you there is too much of it XDD

As a funfact my sister forced me to watch naruto and sailor moon in very young age, so I never watched fully and to the age of 13, because of her I HATED anime XDDD

[jasminegazer]

Chapter 2 Part 1

A year ago if you had told Leo that he would one day be sitting with his brothers on a rooftop above his home city not to escape the confines of their fathers strict no going to their surface unless for errands rule but to talk about their day at high school,he would have called you crazy. But now it’s the new normal.

Even though him and his brothers had been going to school like normal teens for a couple of months now, it was still new and exciting everyday. They all had found new and cool ways to express themselves and finally got to find people who were interested in the same things they were.

And as his brothers continued talking about their day, Leo thought back on the crazy events that led them to this moment. Who knew fighting a giant mutant monster and saving the world was a key tool when trying to be accepted? And now that they managed to do the impossible;

‘What can stop us now?’ He thought.

Well sadly, soon he would find out.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Just then, Leo heard the sound of tampered footsteps briskly running behind. He whipped his head around aspecting it to be a joke made be his littlest brother mikey only to be met with the empty rooftops of lower manhattan. Unknowingly, the turtle boys heart rate elevated as his dread nearly consumed him.

That was until his twin Raph broke him out of his panic.

“Hey!Nardo!You good?”

Though he hated admitting it, Raphs twin senses always seemed to know when he needed to step in to help is slightly older brother.

And as always it was just the right thing to do the job.

“Yeah I just-. Something felt I dunno kinda off I guess,”

“What would feel off?,” Donnie questioned fixing his lopsided glasses.

“I heard footsteps,” Leo answered trying to calm himself down from the embarrassing react to the normal sounds of NYC.

“Leo, We’re in the most populated city’s on Earth.What do you expect?” Donnie said rolling his eyes at his easily spooked brother.

“Cmonn guys.Why should we be fighting over this?” Mikey pitched in, growing sick of his brothers’ constant arguments over the tiniest of things.

“We already beat an 100 foot tall monster and saved humanity all while still managing to be accepted as normal teenagers.”

As he continued his tiny speech, Mikey stood up and started backing up. How could he have known that this action would cause events that would spark the turtles next great and horrifying adventure.

“What could ruin that now?”

As he stared at his brothers’ faces, Mikey expected them to be filled with amazement and aw at his performance but was only met with faces of fear and dread.

Not too his knowing, a tall dark figure stood behind Mickey waiting until the moment of that fear and dread reached their victim to pounce.

Well I hope I filled you guys with fear for Mikey because I definitely did that to myself and I do not like being afraid and alone. Good night!

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[nullbutler]

okay but jewish orthodox communities are fucking nothing like catholic/christian groups of that nature AT ALL

source: I visit Muncy to see family and have seen that family since i was very small, i KNOW this community

and specifically this community...this community where the women cover their hair and wear ankle length skirts, where the men have payot and wont be caught dead withous a tallis, THIS Community where every resturaunt is kosher and you'll be squinted at if you drive on shabbat, THIS COMMUNITY has been so chill. for context i usually stay with my grandparents where we spend all day at an old folks home. not only is most of the staff dedicated, smiley folk from all over the world (jamaican, ukrainian, probably coming in from new york -- not really worth mentioning but they're all so nice and JKLD my grandma's old nurse didnt do half of her job and they still kept her for a year which :( but also yeah!! no xenophobia that i could pick up on, quite the opposite) but even some of the oldest members of the community decide not to follow the religious 'rule.' old ladies will wear pants, shorter skirts, reveal their hair, and they will recieve NO flack for it FROM ANYONE

and when i was sitting outside one time next to a group of old ladies, one of the ladies had a little 1 year old grandson who was bored out of his mind, so as I was waiting for my grandma to get back from a walk i sorta played peekabo with him for the better half of an hour. and the ladies looked over at me and went "oh how nice of you ^^" even though I was (1 very obviously queer (2 very obviously not from the community

and also after my grandma outed me to my slightly more religious aunt (as in EXTREMELY religious WILDLY religious MATRIACH of the community religious), her response was just "shrug. she'll do what she wants. lets get dinner as a family :)"

they almost all have phones, MOST people have access to the internet. it felt like I was walking through the 80s, honestly, kids playing with chalk on the sidewalk and riding bikes and walking to the convenient stores. the biggest drama was the fact that my boy cousin wanted to impress the people he was going to camp with, so he asked his sister to drive over and bring his 'cool' pants, and she was like...'what. why.' 'i want to look cool' 'is everyone wearing dress pants' 'no, just me' 'wh' and she did it anyway so she could pick up icecream on the way back HJGJLDS

and even my littlest cousin, who is very obviously autistic, definitely isn't recieving any school mandated support but is handled with the loving community approach of "oh, let him do as he pleases, he means no harm" and if anyone bullies him they have to deal with his parents

its just AAAAGH its so wholesome, and even as far the more conservative approaches go, its more of a dartboard than a specific community rule. like for instance even if the people nearest to the center of the board were extremely strict with the rules and narrow minded, the people in the outer ranks would be much more accepting. its like different social circles, you cant get ostracized by the entire community because everyone has different levels that they're willing to go, and to everyone in the area its more unusual to be as extreme as my aunt

AHGHHHHH college is making me long for a simpler life drawing chalk on the sidewalks and living in blissful ignorance of what fandom drama is. TAKE ME BAAAACK

[letstalkaboutit100]

Ideas pt 16 Blue= Concepts Pink=episode ideas

Since I posted my pt 13 I started to think about animals in the EAH world. So here are MORE ideas if EAH got a reboot!

Apple's cat is named Cinnamon and Raven's dog is named Buck. And they of course hate each other just like their owners lol. I feel Raven and Cinnamon have a BIG rivalry! She's like Lucifer lol! Pretty and sweet on the outside, but evil and mean on the inside. She constantly makes Raven's life harder by breaking stuff, leaving hairballs everywhere, and meowing all night to keep her awake. (Since her and Apple's rooms are close she somehow always sneaks in! Raven can't figure it out!) She drives her crazy! And every time Raven finally has enough, starts to yell at her or is sometimes in an out-of-context position (There was a throwing-out-the-window incident that we don't talk about lol. That was a 'fun' week) someone walks in, usually Apple looking for her and is shocked (but also happy) that Raven is trying to 'kill her cat' when in truth she wasn't trying to but now... SHE DOES! (Her mother used to have a mean cat so she just doesn't like them)

I feel that Apple would be scared of Buck lol. He growls at her and she squeals and finds someone to hide behind. Cerise gave Buck to Raven as a gift for helping her be more confident in her ears/helping to show them off in a way that no one would know that they were real. "I found him while me and my family were hunting" *Lifts the blanket in her basket off and Buck pops out licking Raven's face while she's laughing* "Aw! He's adorable!" "When we found him he had an injured paw so we took him home and I nursed him back to health!"

*Raven starts to baby-talk him* "Who's a good boy? You're a good boy! You're such a sweet boy!" *looks up to Cerise while playing with Buck*"Does the little guy have a home?" *Looks back down at Buck* "Do you have a home?" "Doooo you?" "Actually I was wondering if you would like to have him..." "Really!?" "Yeah I mean I already have my pet dog and" *Bends down to scratch Buck's head and starts to baby-talk too* "And I couldn't leave the little guy in the pound! Now, Could I?" *Both girls start to play with him* "So will you?" "Of course, I will! *Stands up to hug Cerise* "Thank you so much!" "I should be the one thanking you." *Confused* "Me? Why?" "You are the only one besides Hunter and Ashlynn who knows about my parents. You're the first person that I have ACTUALLY told. And you're ok with it! You don't judge my parents and willingly are my friend. You helped me not be so insecure anymore. And at Maddie's tea party!? I would have never shown them my ears if you hadn't convinced me! So I just wanted to say thank you." *Raven who is on the verge of tears* "I'm honored that I was the first one you tolded and your friend!" *They hug again* (A part of me kinda wants Cerise to have the tinyest crush on her. So tiny that it's not even mentioned in the show.)

Everyone loves Buck! The school is kind of divided between Cinnamon and Buck lol. The rebels love Buck, and some of the royals too. But most of them like Cinnamon. (Maybe because they don't want to hurt Apple's feelings. I can imagine Apple giving people a pouty sad look. I feel she does that a lot to manipulate people whether it's for the littlest things. In Apple's will it said that if anything happens to her, she wants Brair to take care of her. Brair doesn't lol.)

Apple at first thinks that Buck is cute but he doesn't like her the second he sniffs her.

Maddie also doesn't like cinnamon because she tries to eat mice.

Cerise doesn't like Cinnamon at first but gets used to her.

Ramona HATES Cinnamon. She's constantly hissing at her showing off her teeth and claws to scare her.

Ashlynn loves both of them. But Hunter just likes Buck. She has it out for him too lol! She likes Ashlynn. I would want an episode where Apple goes away for a few days and everyone in the school has to take turns taking care of Cinnamon lol! That would be WILD!

[rivusatrap]

ONCE BROKEN

by @skloomdumpster

Riven gets cursed by a magical jewel and he must act on his deepest desire in order to break it and live (aka rivusa fuck or die with feelings)

Musa/Riven | Explicit |   21380 words | 2 chapters

Favorite Quote: The entire fucking fic.... Like I my favorite quotes are spoilers and I can’t type them here because I want you guys to react to it in the context of the fic. So yeah, read the fic.

If you like hurt/comfort fics with a lot of feelings and internal struggles and pining, and also fuck or die and amazing smut, you should should read this fic!

READ IT HERE

So I have to start with a disclaimer, Jo, the writer of this fic, is my best friend in the whole world and was the one that got me into writing fics and into making gifs and the whole fandom world. So I might be a little biased with everything she does - even if I think I’m not.

I also followed the creation of this fic, reading it multiple times before it was finished and giving her my 2 cents about it (And making a gif for it). Jo hasn’t written a Rivusa centered fic in a while and I was trying to keep a chill head while internally screaming with excitement that she was writing one - If you aren’t aware, I’m I like Rivusa a bit. Just a little bit.

This was a birthday fic for @gossipqueen2000​, another amazing writer and fellow rivusa-stan (totally recommend her fics btw), and Jo first asked Mo what she enjoyed most in fics so this gift would be perfect. I’m not 100% what was in that list because that was a private conversation but boy am I happy with whatever Mo said because the final result was EXPECTACULAR.

This fic. THIS FIC. Ugh, where to even start?

Jo has a way of writing that not only sets the scene perfectly but takes you back and then into characters heads in a way that’s not tireing or confusing or that breaks you out of the plot. Everything happens in the perfect pace, fits right where it needs to fic and flows easily, you could read 100 pages of her writing and feel like you read only 10.

What I also love a lot about her writing, and something I think I struggle a lot with, is showing characters emotions, what they really feel in a way that isn’t “he was sad”, “he was angry”.

You could feel Riven’s love for Musa, not only the romantic love, or the physical lust he has for her, but the true, real love, because of little things like how he knows to keep her ID and her card in his wallet because she has a bad habit of not carrying one, or how he knows the lyrics to her favorite songs- which he also knows not to sing along because she hates when people do that. Details like this, details she adds at just the right place at the right time, show you so much more than what is said, shows the reader characters habits, their history. It gives their feelings depth and it makes it all just feel more real.

And the whump! Jo can write whump. The same way she writes love she writes pain and its so detailed and hurts it makes your heart squeeze. I don’t read a lot of the fics she puts out and I’ve apologized to her tons about it but because she loves hurt and whump and my heart is very fragile, I cry about the most littlest things and when I read a whump fic of hers it literally ruins my day because its all so real and raw and my mind just can’t stop thinking about it.

And the smut... oh boy oh boy... Jo says she’s not really a fan of writing smut but she’s amazing at it, with just a perfect dose of kink mixed it to make it spicy(er). And the smut in this didn’t dissapoint. After reading about, what 19k words of hurt/comfort you finally arrive at the smut and you yell FINALLY! and its HOT!

The plot, which maybe should have been the first thing I talked about but oh well. The plot is... what other word can I use that isn’t “perfect” or “amazing” because I think if Jo were to beta this post she’d say I used these words too much already... The plot is genius (?)

But seriously, Jo could have taken a trope like fuck or die, which is usually straight to the point and PWP, but made it just that, quick and easy. But no, she created a whole intricate universe, a whole detailed backstory, ten years of pining, before she delivered on the prompt. And then instead of making it so they resolve the issue right away, she draggs it over a few days, makes Riven taste the power of the curse, makes him prepared for death as much as he can be because he thinks there’s no way out of it. She makes you yell a the computer/phone screen because RIVEN YOU ARE SO FUCKING STUPID.

I think if I say anything else I’ll be spoiling the fic too much for those who haven’t read. So read it.

And while you’re there check out Jo’s other fics, only a few are rivusa because her main ship is skloom but I 100% recommend them. All of them.

[judiawoods]

The whole world paused this morning.

Do you know why? Because an 8 year old’s tank was empty.

The boys had already started their school day at their desks and I was preparing to leave for work when I noticed my littlest standing in the bathroom wiping his face.

I paused at the door and asked if he was okay. He looked up with tears silently dripping and shook his head. When I questioned if something happened, again he shook his head.

So I sat on the side of the tub and pulled him in my lap. I told him sometimes our heart tanks feel empty and need to be refilled.

He cried into my chest and I held tight.

I asked if he could feel my love filling him up?

A nod, and tears stopped...

I waited a minute...

‘Has it reached your toes yet?’

He shook his head no...

‘Okay man. We will take as long as you need. Work doesn’t matter right now. School isn’t important either. This right here, is the most important thing today, okay? Filling you back to the top. Is that good?’

*nods*

One more minute...

‘Is your heart full of mamas love now?’

‘Yeah...’

*looks in his eyes* I see it shining in there, you’re full to the top, and you’re smiling!

Y’all. You may not be 8- you may be 28, 38, 48 or whatever- but ALL of us run on empty just like he did. His weekend was so busy and so full and his little soul was just dry!!!

We all have to pause, and take a moment to refill with the good things. Scripture, prayer, sunshine, worship, song, laughter, friends, hugs. Refill your empty, or you’ll find those emotions (tears, anger, snappy words) overflowing with no reason why.

Take a moment. Refill. It’s the most important part of your day!

[pablilloelpillo]

Thoughts on Dandelion Wine by Ray Bradbury

Hey! So I just finished reading Dandelion Wine by Ray Bradbury so I'm gonna just dump my thoughts about it in this post.

Also this is my first post in Tumblr so hurray I guess.

Also also I'll try to divide this into spoilers and no spoilers in case anyone reads this and also wants to read the book.

So Dandelion wine is about a twelve-year-old boy named Douglas Spaulding together with his brother Tom and many other inhabitants of Green Town, Illinois, and the experiences they have during the summer of 1928. The book doesn't really have a plot, but is rather a series of vignettes with Douglas and the rest of the cast which tend to focus on just living life and making the most of the time you have.

I really love how the book is written, I read Fahrenheit 451 also by Ray Bradbury a few months ago and was amazed by how hard some lines hit me, and for this book something similar happened, not in the same way of course as Fahrenheit is far more dramatic, but it felt like the words just reached my soul directly.

(I would love to add quotes to this post but I read the book in Spanish and I don't feel like finding an English version of the book and looking for my favourite quotes.)

This book just made me like, appreciate life, the book starts by having Douglas realize that he is, in fact, alive, realising that he is capable of experiencing everything this world has to offer to the littlest details, and I really love this mindset and how the book elaborates on it through the course of the story

You might think then that the book is just "life is great, everything is beautiful, there's nothing in this world", but no. Bad stuff happens if the book, and we see Douglas have to deal with it, and come to terms with no matter how much you want to enjoy life to the fullest there are going to be bad moments, there's even a lot of dealing whit grief in this book (spoilers: people die) and I just think is beautiful how it's depicted as a natural part of life.

So yeah this book is very comforting and I will probably be re-reading it often.

Now with some spoilers! Keep reading at your own sake (or skip to the conclusion at the end).

Ok I'm not sure how much of a spoiler this first point is but it happens about half way through the book so I'm considering it as such. So my favourite part of the book was the story about the trolley, where Douglas and the other kids are invited by the driver to ride the town's trolley one last time before it is retired. A lot of the book gave me the vibe of a Ghibli movie and this was the peak of it, I could imagine the beautiful landscapes they went through as the trolley rolled through the country, and the abandoned park the kids and the driver had a picnic in, it made wish I could paint so I could make a painting of those scenes. I also like how this is probably the first time in the book when Douglas realizes that not everything lasts forever, that he's never going to see the trolley rolling through the rails of the streets again, and it just generates this atmosphere of nostalgia during the whole journey, of making good memories of something one last time before that something is gone forever.

Ok so what the heck was up with the sudden horror story? Like the whole book is just chilling and suddenly there's a murderer loose and we follow a girl who's haunted by the thought of him getting her, and then the story ends by her getting home safely but there's someone in her house and like holy shit, talk about tonal whiplash. I didn't really dislike the story, in a vacuum it is very well written horror, it's just that it kinda felt out of place I this book. But immediately after we see Douglas and Tom and that other kid's reaction to the fact that the girl actually killed the murderer and it's like we're back to the tone of the book as they get sad that they won't have the thrill of having a murderer loose in town anymore, but then they start theorising that that man was not the murderer and the real one is still out there and that's like ok yeah that's more like the tone of the book, kids being kids and the girl's actually fine.

(I had more stuff written after this but Tumblr decided to not save it so everything after this is written for a second thime, ugh)

Tom Spaulding I wish I had life as figured out as you, my boy just knows that no matter how bad your day goes (like if Tumblr deletes half your wip post) you'll be back in your bed and everything will be okay and you'll be ready to face life again the next day. Like man I wish I had that mentality.

End of spoilers

Ehh I think that's everything I have to say about Dandelion Wine, though maybe I had more stuff written before Tumblr murdered it and I forgor but that's not my fault.

So if you asked me to rate the book I would probably say 9/10, I really enjoyed it and fully recommend it. I think it's now one of my favourite books and it definitely cemented Ray Bradbury as my favourite author.

Anyways if you've read this far, thanks I guess (?, I'm glad you found my rambling worth reading through and idk go enjoy your life and remember you are alive.

[greeksorceress]

if i had my way ( you’d always stay) 

(brief mentions of mature content)

In hindsight, the night had been bound to be hell on earth since they received the current invitation for the Christmas dinner that religiously took place in the Red Keep every year. 

The invitation had been a family Christmas picture that Alicent forced upon her husband and their children every October —with enough time to prepare for the holidays, Alicent had said when Daemon made fun of her two Christmases ago—, and as soon as Lucerys and Jacaerys had seen the sender’s address, they had barely contained themselves from tearing the green envelope open with teeth and nails.

Viserys, Alicent, Aegon, Helaena, Aemond and Daeron wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. 

In the back of the card, just for “Rhaenyra and her family ♡” was written the time they were expected to arrive.

In the picture, Grandpa Viserys and Alicent were sitting on their burgundy designer couch, a piece of furniture more expensive than it had any right to be, and in the background the enormous fireplace of the main and biggest hall of the Red Keep could be seen alight and bright. Aegon and Helaena were standing by Grandpa Viserys’ side, carrying baby Jaehaerys and Jaehaera, while Aemond, pretty much like in real life, had preferred to stay by Alicent’s side. Daeron wasn’t even in the picture. The hilariousness of the situation wasn’t even about the rather ugly matching Gucci Christmas sweater that Alicent had picked for them this time. What truly sold the picture were the different stages of grief that could be appreciated as clearly as summer skies in the faces of the three Targaryen-Hightower siblings.

Spending some days in the Red Keep to celebrate with Grandpa Viserys and his second family has never been uncommon for them, truth to be told. However, Lucerys must admit that his mother and Alicent had come a long way with their relationship and it had influenced the rest of them, if not just to keep the two women happy. What had been broken once by lies and marriages, enhanced by the loss of an eye in a childish dispute, had been reconstructed and reinforced with no short amount of willingness and care, as well as time and all the perseverance in the world. Their dinners had gone from Rhaenyra and Alicent trying to claw at each other to a pleasant companionship that made Alicent feel safe and encouraged enough as to send them a personalised Christmas card every year. 

The first time they received one, Jacaerys hollered so hard that he woke Joffrey and baby Aegon up. Even Rhaenyra had unwillingly giggled, covering her mouth guiltily after that. Daemon had been the most enthusiastic about it, though, and had dedicated a little hall of fame in the empty study on the second floor for all the Christmas cards they’ve received. Now, just as it was tradition for Alicent to send them one, the Velaryon brothers as well as their step-father and littlest brothers hung and ranked the pictures with the same reverence one would fill stockings or decorate the tree. 

And yet, although the younger generation of the family have tried to keep it together for the sake of their mothers, it doesn’t always —almost never— work out in the end. There’s a sort of animosity that hangs above their heads as heavy as stones, and Jacaerys had mumbled once when they were about to sleep after a particular harsh toast three years ago that he thought it to be unfair that Alicent and their mother got to play friends and pretend nothing ever happened between them while their children had to carry the hate that had been fed to them by the adults. So yeah, while it wasn’t as bad as a few years ago, the invitation had meant hell on earth for the three Velaryon boys, for they had known they would have to endure poorly concealed jabs and jests through the entire duration of their stay.

Still, this has to be a first even for a family as dysfunctional as theirs. 

Lucerys looks at the present, neatly wrapped in black paper with a velvety green ribbon that met in a delicate and sophisticated bow in the middle, and his hands tremble. It’s Aemond’s, that much is clear. If the wrapping hadn’t been enough of a clue, Aemond’s burning stare would have been sufficient. Lucerys blames Jacaerys for not paying enough attention to the cues, handling Lucerys the present as soon as he saw his name written in the tag attached to the bow. 

He starts undoing the ribbon with clumsy fingers, almost mourning the perfection of the bow practically dissolving and then proceeds to slowly tear the paper, actively trying to ignore Aemond’s eye while being conscious of the eagerness of the rest of the family members. 

The present is a box as black as the paper that has been wrapped over it, and the cover has the name of a very expensive jewellery maker from Dorne that Lucerys follows on Instagram. 

As a rule, the first to open their presents are to be the children, so they had waited patiently for Jaehaerys, Jaehaera and baby Viserys to open theirs. Their excited screams and their little faces painted red with happiness had been as exhilarating and endearing for the older teens and young adults as it had been for the two older, married couples. Supposedly, baby Aegon was to be next, but Grandpa Viserys, never one to miss the opportunity to play favourites, had encouraged Lucerys to open his first. 

“Jace,” he tries, “why don’t you give me mom and dad’s—” he sees the way Jaehaera and Jaehaerys pause and look at him, toys forgotten in their confusion, and he has to bite his tongue, “I mean, Santa’s presents that he has left for me in honor of mother and father—”

Jace falters, as if he’s actually considering to switch presents and take the black box from Lucerys’ hands. He will feel bad later for taking advantage of his older brother’s weakness for hi., but right now, he just wants to dodge the literal bomb that must be concealed under the paper and the velvet, waiting for Lucerys’ fingertips to brush against it to set it off. Would the bomb be powerful enough to blow his eye out of his face?  

Aemond doesn’t let that happen, though. He stands up and calmly approaches Lucerys, skilfully avoiding stepping on the kids that are sprawled on top of the carpet, not a single drop falling from his champagne flute.

“But, Lucerys, that wouldn’t be nice, would it? That’s Santa’s present that he’s giving you in my honor… Would you wound me so by discarding it?” 

Lucerys blinks at him, mouth agape. Next to him, he feels Jacaerys tensing. His brother is starting to realise the potential danger of the present and he reaches a hand to take it from Lucerys. Aemond is faster. He knocks Jacaerys’ hand out of the way and pushes back the box into Lucerys’ arms, making the pointed corner jab at his ribs. He sits right on the stupid burgundy couch and looks at him with unadulterated self-satisfaction, raising the flute to his lips.

Lucerys is not proud of the way his eyes fixate on the bubbles disappearing into Aemond’s mouth, and in the movements of his Adam’s apple when he swallows. Lucerys’ neck itches, the spots that Aemond had thoroughly kissed and bitten a couple of hours ago, embroidering the tender skin with reds and purples by teeth as sharp as needles, burning up and pulsating under his clothes. 

He feels his cheeks heat up with shame and things he doesn’t want to admit in front of his family. Aemond dares to eye-fuck him back right in front of their family, playing with the kids’ naivety to get his will met at any costs, softening his voice enough to actually sound wounded, “Jaehaera, Jaehaerys, don’t you want to see what Lucerys got from Santa? Kēpus specially requested for it, it was the first thing I wrote in my letter!”

It works, it fucking works, of course it does. As soon as he says that, the kids turn to Lucerys and rush to assemble by his legs, peering up at the present like it’s the world’s seventh wonder. 

“Open it, Luce!” cries Jaehaera, resting her little chin on Lucerys’ knee, “it has to be a great present if Kēpus asked Santa himself!”

Lucerys has fought his fair share of puppy eyes in his life, having three younger brothers kind of makes you immune to it at some point, even more if you’re dubbed as the actual king of the look itself. Now, he finds he cannot say no to those sweet faces and sighs, ready to meet his destiny. 

It cannot be that bad, right? 

For the longest time, Alicent was the person that hated him the most, even more than Aemond, he thinks. And yet, as years have passed and things have been settled and forgiven, Alicent seems to appreciate him enough to actually get him presents that he might like. Ignoring his own version of the Gucci Christmas zipped sweater that she has forced him to wear over his turtle neck shirt and overalls, —Jacaerys and Joffrey had looked at him with glee in their eyes, it’s his own karma for making fun of the picture—, she has also given him an Apple Watch and the two pairs of shoes that he had added to his wishlist. So, if Alicent is actually being good to him, it means Aemond cannot be much worse, right? Lucerys knows he’s not fooling anyone, not even himself. 

He opens the box hesitantly, barely enough for him to peek inside. It seems Jacaerys is having none of it, and he yanks the fancy black lid open, ignoring Lucerys cursing at him, so they all can take a look.

Nothing would’ve have prepared Lucerys for this. 

Inside the box was a bomb in the form of jewellery, but a bomb nonetheless. 

It has to be a first, definitely. Because he certainly remembers some of the most chaotic Christmases they have celebrated and nothing that comes to mind can possibly hold a candle to this moment. 

Lucerys was too young to remember that one time when Daemon punched Otto, who was still being invited to celebrate with them at the time, and successfully managed to break the man’s jaw, forcing a pregnant Rhaenyra to take the children to their rooms and leaving Viserys and Aemond to take Otto to the hospital while Alicent wept. He does vividly remember that one time Aegon was three hours late to the Christmas Eve’s dinner and crashed his brand new Mercedes into the three foot snowmen that Alicent liked to set in the front garden of the Red Keep. Aegon had proceeded to puke all over Aemond and Daemon’s shoes when they pulled him from the car before losing his consciousness. He had needed three stitches in his right eyebrow, but otherwise, he had been okay. Lucerys doesn’t want to remember the first Christmas right after the eye incident, the one where Aemond and Alicent had been absent from the table, refusing to dine with them —with Lucerys— in the same room. Unfortunately, he does remember it, and he also remembers crying into his pillow that night. He had known Aemond wasn’t going to be there on the next morning to open his presents with them, so he had made sure to sneak out during the night and place the handmade package with his letters and drawings for the older boy by Aemond’s door. When Jacaerys had woken him up and had forced him out of their shared bed to rush down and get their own presents, the box was right by their door, stomped and ruined beyond recognition. 

So yeah, it’s safe to say that Lucerys and his family are used to complicated holidays. Nonetheless, this present is like a bucket of cold water poured over him.

“A necklace!” screams baby Viserys, big eyes wide open before the sparkling piece of jewellery. 

No. It isn’t a necklace. It’s a choker. A fucking full on collar, if you will. 

It’s beautiful. It’s frightening. It’s Aemond’s. 

It’s as velvet as the ribbon that had decorated the box, only this one is much smoother and as black as the ocean water during the night. In the middle of it, dangling from a beautiful chain made of sapphires, sits a beautiful heart with a carving on its center. The material of the heart is Valyrian steel, as elegant as silver —the preferred material of House Velaryon— and more expensive than twenty-four karat gold. The carved message is two mere words. 

ñuha taoba

Lucerys only needs to raise his head to look at Aemond, but he finds himself unable to do so. His stare is frozen upon the collar, and he holds the box tightly to his chest, to hide the fact that the tickling sound that seemed to reverberate through all the room was his heartbeat speeding up. He also wishes to hide Aemond’s deranged tribute far away from the kids’s curious gazes. 

The room falls into a deafening silence, Lucerys doesn’t even want to see his mother and father’s reactions. 

“Well. Do you like my present, taoba?”

The bomb does, indeed, tick off. Daemon stands up abruptly, the sheer force of his movement enough to knock the chair down, and rapidly stalks towards Aemond. “Is this a fucking joke to you, boy? Do you want to see how funny I can get, too?” 

His mother is stricken with the same kind of mortified silence that has overpowered Lucerys, and Alicent, who’s sitting beside her, looks as pale as a ghost. Their stupor doesn’t last much, though. Soon, they’re jumping on their feet, trying to pull Daemon away from his nephew while screaming profanities at both men and at each other. Jacaerys joins the argument too, and so does Daeron while a very stressed Helaena tries to pull the children away. It just takes a couple of insults from Aemond’s mouth towards Rhaenyra to make Joffrey interfere too. Grandpa Viserys is raising his voice, trying to be heard atop the shouts of his family to no avail. 

Lucerys’ abasement is fuelled when feels the taletelling wetness run down his thighs, and he hopes for the love of the gods that he doesn’t stain the couch. He wants to die. 

He feels someone sit next to him, occupying Jace’s previous seat and throwing an arm over the back of the couch.

“If they think that’s bad, wait until you open my present” singsongs Aegon, drinking from his own flute without the elegance that his brother possesses.