#will give you all caveties

[stickyfestivalnight]

10-14-23

Exposure still ongoing even with my order of protection. I'm not sure how the police will handle it so I haven't made contact...

My teeth and gums have become a focus for the collective to aim their attacks. They direct their weapons at my jaw while I sleep and it makes me grind my teeth. I have to circles on each cheek where their beam makes contact, my facial hair isn't as thick there. Same weapon keeps my mouth and face dehydrated. My gums are damaged and my teeth are suffering because of it. There is also a popping sensation that feels like prodding from a dentist tool that has left my teeth hollow in places and in others creats caveties like the ones you get from impacted teeth .

I need to find a different dentist. The last one is partly responsible for the damage. He ignores all of the issues I try to have resolved and refers me to a specialist that I do not need and I think it's to steal more from my insurance or to give someone else dental treatments. He is also responsible for wedging some unknown material between my gums and molers. His attitude is the most ridiculous thing as well, it's as though he forgets that he went to school for the very job that he is required to perform.

(Today they shared that they were filled with pride for having been responsible for 9/11. I'm not even sure if they know themselves whether they mean it as a joke or maybe they are just that confident in thinking that they got away with it. I'm hoping that they are responsible and that they get what they deserve for it.)

[izayoichan]

Vy gets off Hayden’s lap with a smile, looking at him curiously. 

“You have one more present for me?! I only got you one... “ “It was a last-minute idea.”

He pushes himself out of the chair, taking a small present that hangs on the tree, just looking like an ornament, standing behind Vy holding it out for him. 

“I hope you like it.”

He stands just holding his arms around Vy, leaning his head on his shoulder as Vy opened the box, inside are little flowers like the ones he mentioned liking yesterday, one of each colour that he had been shown, and one, where each leaf had the other flowers colours on it. Vy’s eyes widen with surprise as he pulls out a gold flower, then the small rainbow flower. Eyes wide with glee as he just admires the flowers. then he turns to face Hayden his eyes tearing as he glows green. Without speaking one word he places his hands on Hayden's cheeks and kisses him gently, eyes closed, tears on his lashes. 

“Thank you!”

Hayden blinks as Vy turns around, getting wide-eyed as he finds himself kissed and speechless, just putting his arms around Vy, pulling him into a kiss as his answer, a happy chirp from Vy making him smile.

“All I want for Christmas is you. And it's not the song, Hay hay! I like you a lot, I love you!” 

Hayden suddenly realizes that he probably didn't mean the song earlier as well, feeling a little dumb, putting a hand on his cheek. 

“I love you too”

He smiles, willing his body to stay standing a little longer, not wanting to let Vy go, or the moment.

“I have wanted to share a kiss with you for so long!.” “I’m so sorry I didn’t understand that you didn’t mean the song earlier, it just didn’t cross my mind.”

He chirps happily, kissing him once more, wrapping his arms around his neck, Hayden holding his arms around him, his body swaying slightly as it’s running out of energy. Vy instantly notices the sway. 

“You're tired... Oh my Heartlight. So tired... “ “Mm, but without you, it would have been asleep hours ago.

He brushes his cheek and easily picks him up, Hayden leaning his head against his chest, trying his very best to not fall asleep right then and there.

“Up- to bed!” 

Vy carries him upstairs to his room and lays him on the bed. 

“You love me...”

sits on the bed, smiling at Hayden.

“I am so happy! I didn't know for sure what I felt but your parents helped me understand... I want to always be with you, to make you happy and well. You have given me so much! You're more than a friend! So much more! You're my Heartlight and I love you! “

Hayden smiles at him, hearing the words almost makes him wonder if he is asleep and dreaming, but having to hold back a yawn tells him he is still awake. 

“I love you, and I'm sorry for not catching on earlier.”

Pulls Vy into bed, wrapping his arms around him, sighing happily, trying to keep himself awake just a little longer. 

“I have felt this way for a very long time... Even before I moved here. I have liked you for so long but I was afraid you'd stop being my friend.”

He cuddles up against Hayden's chest.

“I'm relieved and happy... “  “I would never not be your friend... I love you too much for that... “

Hayden smiles, slowly drifting off to sleep, pulling Vy close, unable to keep himself awake any longer, falling asleep holding on to him with a smile on his face. Vy kissing the top of Hayden's head as he notices he is asleep. 

“My Hay Hay.”

Sighing happily he closes his eyes, safe and sound in Hayden’s arms as he also falls asleep. Neither noticing the two standing in the doorway looking at them smiling, Hayle having to hold back an aww, as they decided to check on them when they came back from their walk. 

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[ask-monaca]

Hey Monaca *the Anon in breathing hard, it seems that they ran here from a far away place* *catches breath* I found A giant marshmallow of yourself and I thought I would bring it to you *Gives her the Giant marshmallow Monaca* here you go. Enjoy (From the hajime blog)

"Thanks anon! Unfortunately Monaca doesn't know what to do with this... if she eats all of it she'll get caveties!"

[hekate1308]

A Happier Ending

Joan/Morse, Lewis/Val. This is as cheesy, sweet and cavety-inducing as you think it is. Pure wish fulfillment ahead. 

Robbie cannot help but talk about his family. He loves all of them very much, and it just seems natural to him that they should invariably become a topic of conversation whenever he makes small talk.

And so, shortly after he’s transferred to Oxford as a Sergeant, since he and Val decided it would be a good place for the kiddies to grow up, he ends up mentioning his son to his new Super. “Me boy’s pretty good with a cricket ball.”

Superintendent Strange chuckles. “I see. Well, you’ll fit right in – I’d say you are two peas in a pod.”

“Sir?” he asks.

“I’m planning to having you be Morse’s bagman, if he finds you satisfactory, of course.”

By now, Robbie’s heard of Morse, naturally. The legend of Thames Valley Police, the man who solves the most complicated cases. Just being considered for his bagman’s an honour.

“You’ll see what I mean.”

That very night, he gets woken up by a phone call and is told to go to a pub where a body’s been found. The PC who calls grumbles something about “talk about the two least likely people to be there” but Robbie pays him no heed, just kisses Val and gets dressed.

The Black Prince looks like every other pub, and the PC who called Robbie in simply waves him through the crowd.

Inside, he has little trouble locating Chief Inspector Morse, who’s busy organizing the interviews of the patrons. Robbie immediately chimes in – that’s his job, now that he’s here.

Once they’ve sent all the innocent bystanders home, Morse looks at him. “Robert Lewis, right?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Hm. Chief Inspector Endeavour Morse. Something to drink?”

“Orange juice, please, sir.”

Morse nods approvingly. “Don’t let the boys outside know. They’re adamant this place has the best ale, which should be revered at all costs.”

“I wouldn’t know; I don’t often frequent pubs, sir.”

“Me neither. Happened to be a bit too fond of them in my youth, but thankfully found the right woman.”

“That’ll do it.”

Morse smiles, nodding towards Robbie’s ring finger. “How long?”

“Fifteen years this year, sir.”

“Ah, still some way to go. It’s twenty-three for me and Joan.”

Robbie nods. Form the look on Morse’s face, it seem to have been twenty-three rather happy and blissful years, too.

“Of course” he sighs “We have to tell the parents of the victim.”

“Do we know who she is, sir?”

“Sylvia Kane, according to the ID in her handbag.”

Robbie grimaces. “Not exactly my favourite part of the job.”

“Mine either. When I imagine it could be our Fred or Prue –“ Morse stops talking and shakes his head. “Better get it over with.”

Robbie has met his fair share of superiors who’d readily use any excuse to just send him alone, but Morse accompanies him to his car. “nice model.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“We’ve got a sensible car of course, but I still have an old Jaguar myself – Fred keeps asking if he can drive him, but I think we’ll wait until he’s twenty-one. At least that seemed a reasonable compromise when he was sixteen; not so sure now.”

“He’s turning twenty-one soon?” Robbie guesses.

“In three months. Do you have children?”

“Two. Boy and a girl. They’re both going to school.”

“Enjoy it. Time flies.”

Morse doesn’t look as sad about it as it sounds, however, and so Robbie ventures to ask, “What do they do?”

“Oh, they’re both at college here in Oxford. Prue just started, Fred’s been at it since he was eighteen.” There’s undeniable pride in his words, and Robbie smiles. He can see what Strange meant when he said they’d get along.

Mrs. Kane takes the news as badly as can be expected; just like Morse said back in the pub, Robbie can’t imagine what she must be going through.

After they have questioned her as much as they dare, they walk back to his car. “Shall I drop you off at home, sir?”

Morse nods. “Might as well come in; least I can do is give you some coffee after a night like this.”

Robbie’s rather grateful to have ended up with Morse as his DCI.

When they enter then well-kept and cheerful house, they hear someone moving in the kitchen. Morse shakes his head. “Every time.”

He eagerly hurries into the room with the impatience to see his wife Robbie knows himself pretty well; and he gives them a few moments before he himself enters the kitchen.

“Joan, this is Sergeant Lewis.”

“Ma’am.”

“Oh, please, call me Joan. It’s Robbie, isn’t it?” He nods. “Please, here. I’ve made enough coffee for an army.”

“And yet it will all be mysteriously gone in the evening” Morse announces.

“I need it.”

“Yes, yes, serves me right for marrying a bank manager.”

“You’re one to talk.” She, too, points at Robbie’s fourth finger and laughs. “At least we’re safe in that regard.”

When Robbie gives her a confused look, she shakes her head. “Don’t let yourself be fooled by his pretty blue eyes. This one set the terrible precedent of carrying off and marrying his DI’s daughter.”

“I don’t recall you complaining much at the time” Morse says drily. “Once I could convince you I actually wanted to marry you, that is.”

“Come on, it’s no fun if you don’t play a little hard to get” she teases him with the old familiarity peculiar to couples who have been together for years.

“I think your daughter’s a bit young for me anyway” Robbie says.

She laughs again, looking much younger than her years as she does so. She’s a very handsome woman now, and she must have been positively radiant in her youth. It’s a small wonder Morse fell for her. “Imagine that, me conversing with my husband’s sergeant, as Mum used to do with you! When I was small, I used to think I could never be like her, with a husband who constantly runs off to solve terribly crimes. How the times have changed.”

“And you’ve stood by my side through it all” Morse grins. “Seems I have done a few things right.”

After he’s drunk his coffee, Robbie leaves for his own home. He meets Morse again that afternoon at the morgue, the DCI looking decidedly uncomfortable standing in front of the corpse.

Robbie has already heard his fair share of rumours about the pathologist, so he’s not surprised when he turns to him with the words, “Oh, you must be Sergeant Lewis.”

“Yes. Doctor DeBryn?”

He nods. “You and that one better not gang up on me as the Happily Married Brigade. I get quite enough surrogate bliss from him, I don’t need more.”

“My dear Max, what you infer from our conversation is your problem.”

“Ah, Morse, you cannot take an old bachelor’s right to complain away from him. It’s one of the few privileges I still have.”

“Don’t take anything Max says too close to heart” Morse tells him when they exit the morgue, “He’s a good man underneath all this cynicism.”

“Have you known him long, sir?”

“Ever since I returned to Oxford in the Sixties.”

Soon after they’ve reached their newly shared office, Strange comes in. “Endeavour. The case?”

Morse throws Robbie a glance, and he makes the decision to get them coffee.

When he returns, Morse accepts the coffee and sighs. “Jim’s an excellent Superintendent, but sometimes he wants top much in too little time. Doesn’t help that the bloody press is all over the case.”

“I’m sure we’ll catch him soon, sir.”

And it’s then that Robbie learns that the rumours weren’t exaggerated, for Morse raises his eyes and asks, “What makes you think it was a man?”

Later they realize that Morse’s guess was right.

“It’s just such an awful waste, Robbie” he tells him that night after they’ve booked the young girl who saw the victim with her love and therefore bashed her head in. “Care for an orange juice before you go home?”

And so they end up drinking juice in the pub nearby, several of their colleagues throwing tem confused glances at seeing them there.

“How did you know it could be a woman, sir?”

Morse shrugs. “Part instinct, part that there’d been no sexual contact.”

Robbie nods.

“Come on” Morse suddenly says, “I know you’re dying to ask. Everyone is.”

Alright. “Endeavour? Really, sir?”

“My mother was a quaker. It’s a virtue name. Hated it in my youth, and despite that I still caved when it came to our girl. At least you can get a good nickname out of Prudence. Nothing to be done about Endeavour. Would probably still hate it if it weren’t for my Joan. She insisted she couldn’t call her husband by his last name.”

“It would seem a bit formal.”

Morse looks at him, his blue eyes sparkling. “It would, wouldn’t it. I’ll drink my orange juice to that.”

They toast each other.                            

Robbie has the feeling that it’s the beginning of a long and successful bagmanship.