in which a family member sent me a card almost just like this

Dead!Endeavor is the cause of Sugar Daddy!TodoDeku

Mmmmkay thanks for your patience now pls consider this au I got while counting hundreds of individual cigarette packs at 6 in the morning:

  • Todoroki Shouto is watching a stupid game show he doesn’t even like when he gets the call from Number 2 Hero Best Jeanist that his father is dead 
  • Endeavor died attempting to fight off a villain that was trying to take an entire school bus of children hostage (according to Best Jeanist it was a fiery blaze of glory just like how Endeavor would’ve wanted it)
  • Todoroki thanks him, cuts off the call, and hurls his phone at the wall
  • Endeavor is dead
  • Not before being lauded and praised as the truest hero there ever was by the press, by the families of those children he never saw, and especially by other heroes
  • No one outside of maybe a dozen people know who Endeavor truly was
  • It’s too late now
  • What use is the future that Shouto worked night and day for to a dead man?
  • Endeavor will never know how much Shouto will have eventually succeeded without becoming him
  • Endeavor will never know just how much his sons and daughter hate him
  • Endeavor will never know that not once has Shouto never needed his help his entire life, and everything he’s done for himself has been through his own hardwork and power?
  • There’s nothing to prove to a dead man
  • Shouto sits in silence for hours until a knock at the door stirs him
  • Midoriya is on the other side and he keeps him company through the fury and the injustice vast sea of feelings he has yet to sort through 
  • The funeral is attended by top heroes and civilians but no tears are shed
  • The papers believe that Shouto is so wracked with sorrow he could not attend (in reality it was him, Midoriya, and Yaoyorozu who spent the day playing board games and throwing popcorn at shitty movies)
  • Not even a week later, Endeavor’s will is read
  • he has left everything to his youngest son and child, Todoroki Shouto

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Now A Fan? // Seo Johnny

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the prompt: Can you write a Not a Fan part 2? (otherwise known as Johnny and Y/n reuniting at a water park.)

words: 1525

category: fluff

author note: lots of people wanted a part two to this and I’m not sure why haha. Anyway, enjoy!

- destinee

Originally posted by y-ta

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“Buried” (Chapter Sixteen)

Things get crazy again! Also, the end scene of this chapter had me laughing out loud. This is supposed to be a fairly important chapter, but I couldnt resist an Indiana Jones comment lol 

ADDITIONAL CHAPTERS HERE

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Stark Tower– Several Weeks Later

“Tony Starks office.” Pepper answered the phone from where she sat on Tony’s couch, her legs folded primly, never stopping the furious typing on her computer. “Ms. Potts speaking.”

“Ms. Potts, this is Aaron Brown from Levy & Browns Mortuary. I am calling to ask about a request one of the family members made in regards to the—”

“The answer is yes!” Tony interrupted from across the room, hitting the conference button on his phone. “Mr. Levy, Tony Stark here. Anything at all those families want, you get them. I don’t care how much it costs. When I told them I would pay for the funerals of their loved ones, I meant it. Whatever they want, anything at all, do you understand?”

“Yes, of course, Mr. Stark. It’s just that—” the man on the other line hesitated and Tony dragged his fingers through his hair in agitation.

“What? What is it? Do you need a check before hand? Pepper write a check, have it delivered now.”

“Of course, Tony.” Pepper was already pulling out her checkbook. “Mr. Levy, how much do you need in advance? Give me an approximate amount and I’ll send the check over tonight.”

“We are already in excess of–”  Tony shut off the conference button so he couldn’t hear it anymore and leaned back in his chair, staring out the windows of his office, pulling Bucky’s card out and flipping it between his fingers.

Not because he wanted to talk to Bucky.

Because he missed Steve.

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Coming Home - Caleb Holloway (Part Five)

Author: @writing-obrien 

Character(s): Caleb Holloway/Reader, Felicia Williams, Sydney Williams

Word Count: 2174

Notes: This is extremely emotional, hence why I made it so short, simply because anything too long would have been far, far too hard to handle emotionally and mentally. 


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161106 Super Junior's 11th anniversary letters ♡

Donghae’s letter:

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Eunhyuk’s letter:

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Leeteuk’s letter:

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Kyuhyun’s letter:

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Heechul’s letter:

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Siwon’s letter:

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Yesung’s letter:

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Shindong’s letter:

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Sungmin’s letter: 

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To E.L.F whom I miss
Are you guys doing well? You guys are healthy, right? I have been healthy all these time, and have been diligently learning a lot of things and growing up while living the army life. ^^

Recently, I’ve been going around while getting dispatched with Shindongie and Eunhyukie, we’ve been living life together so it was really fun, we’ve made enjoyable memories and are slowly ending our army lives. Before knowing it, Dongie and I are going to get discharged from the army soon. Even though our Ryeowookie is still in the training centre… The weather has became colder so I’m worried (for him). Hoping for our members to get discharged from the army healthily!

Now that we have lived life while being separated, it makes me think a lot about the times that had passed without resting… It also makes me think about the things (which I) lacked in previously…

I had a lot of things which I wanted to say back then.. Because I really had no idea how to say those words, I was really lost. I’m really thankful that I’m given a chance like this to write a letter. Even though I wouldn’t be able to fit everything that I want to say (in this letter), it would be great if my thoughts/feelings are being brought across. To be honest.. I know that it’s too late.. Even so, I wanted to tell (you guys) about how I feel despite it being late…

I’m sorry…

I’m still hurting and sad from how I hurt and made things hard for the fans before I enlisted… I didn’t do it (to hurt the fans)…

I really didn’t want to hurt anyone, and I really didn’t want to cause any harm to the members, too.. I thought about things for a long time, and discussed with the company.. I had also prepared a lot and thought about how am I supposed to let you guys know about this in the best way… It was confusing and suffocating for me when things didn’t go the way I thought it would.. I couldn’t do anything else but to withstand all these without saying a word…

To be honest.. I thought, “this is not right.. this is not it..”. I couldn’t do anything about it and time was flowing recklessly.. Before I knew it, in the eyes of the people who were far away from me.. I already became someone who wasn’t me… Even though I was indeed sad, I thought about how people could of course misunderstand (this situation) since I wasn’t able to say anything (back then)..

I’m still feeling unfortunate and sad.. Also.. Sorry about this..

My heart hurts..

To the people who still supported and protected me despite me being like this, I’m really thankful, and I want to repay (you guys) with my hard work. Also.. I miss you all..

Before we know it, it has became our 11th anniversary with everyone.. And also the members.. Now that I’ve looked back, I really feel grateful towards the fans who have loved and led me who was lacking so much.

I’ve always put (these words) deep down in my heart… I’ve always thought.. That things became this way because I wasn’t able to express my feelings properly like how I really felt.

I hope for the day where my heart/feelings would reach (you guys) to come…

Please look after me while I work hard..!

We would be able to meet soon.. Salute!

-Lee Sungmin-


Ryeowook’s letter:

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To. My babies whom I miss and always thankful for~
Hi? E.L.F. ^^ This is Recruit No. 40 Kim Ryeowook! kkkk Wah~ Our ELF are really the best when it comes to loving Super Junior,even the Suju magnae line are coming into the army~! Are you guys doing well? I got surprised because the weather suddenly got colder >.< The environment here is good, the food here is also especially good, everyone~ You don’t have to worry (about me) too much~ Has in been a little over 20 days?! Our ELF who supported me when I enlisted.. Also ELF who have cried while worrying about me.. To the cool ELF who have coolly sent me off since almost all the hyungs have came back already, thank you everyone~

The first day was really.. I couldn’t sleep well and I looked up at the ceiling thinking.. Where am I.. Who am I.. kk However, I’m doing fine with the rest of the 21~22 year old recruits now~ How do I say this.. I’m hanging out with them so much like friends that I tend to think that “am I really Suju”, “am I a bald high-schooler Ryeonggu” k.. We’re spending everyday relying on each other like family! You saw the photos, no~ ㅠ.ㅠ The photos which even I haven’t seen.. I’ve received letters on the fan-accounts (of the day I enlisted)~ Even so, I was really cool, right? kk I’ll come back again as a brave man! Salute! Yesterdat~ I wrote letters to each of the members and sent them through mail. Really.. The only way of communication in here is through letters and it’s the only precious time to breathe and rest, it’s as refreshing as drinking beer~ I don’t know why but I feel a little nervous thinking about how the hyungs and Kyuhyunie would be reading (my letters), and even though they probably won’t reply me, I end up waiting (for them to reply)~ Our ELFs, please tell them to reply me~ k (I’m half joking and half serious kkk) I wrote cards to the members before on 2005 Christmas.. I think about how the magnae Ryeonggu back then has now grown up to being 30 (years old) and currently in the army~ I ended up thinking about a lot of things while having to stand for night watch almost every night for 2 hours (we prepare for 20 mins and do duty for 1.5 hours).

The feelings and dreams~ Which I had before debuting.. The records.. And memories~ which I made after meeting the hyungs.. And also our ELFs who have walked those times together with us.. I still remember vividly the day, like it was just yesterday, when we went back to the dorm and discussed about the name of our fandom~ Precious memories like that.. Seems like Super Junior was my everything when I was in my 20s. From the start till the end.. There were a lot times where I thought.. Should I give up because it’s too tiring.. I’ve worked so hard but why is it that I can only reach this far.. I also blamed and was disappointed with myself a lot.. I was also really shaken up whenever my mom.. or my dad falls sick, my emotions went through ups and downs frequently.. What should I do.. The times were difficult for me, just like going through puberty. However, whenever I was like this, the hyungs taught and believed in me, and whenever I was sulky, they counselled and held on to me, there were a lot of times like this. Of course, I also thought about our ELF and set my heart to it, and overcame it all! I don’t know if it’s because of this, despite me being Super Junior, but I really love the hyungs and also our name as much as Super Junior fans.

All 19 of us are currently living together in the training centre, we eat and sleep together.. Train and talk together.. I really miss our Super Junior members. I also really really miss the ELFs who love our members… I’m also substituting the characters of our Super Junior members into the friends here in the training centre.. kk If I see similar points, I would say, “you’re like Donghae hyung.. You’re like Eunhyukie hyung”~ kkk Ah~ Now that I’m writing a letter.. I suddenly feel like singing.. After coming here, I haven’t been using my throat, so there seems to be thorns forming~

Even though it’s still very far away, I really want to get discharged quickly and sing (to you guys). With my stories ^^ From when we first debuted, till now. And even in the future, we’ll keep going on together, right? I can keep thinking like that and continue with my trainings, right? Are you guys replying me? kk We’ve (been together for) 11 years~ I wanted to see your faces.. Hear your voices.. And celebrate~ ELFs who have been waiting for (my) letters~ This is okay, right? It has a feel to it, no(?) kk I’ll celebrate (with you guys) all~ I want in the future! (Time) would go quickly if we had belief and love with us~ Don’t fall sick.. Why do I keep thinking about the lyrics to Like a Star… Even when I was recording (the song), it was very sad..

I really am doing well, and I will think of and miss (you guys) every day.. So, our ELFs must eat your meals properly and sleep a lot! It would be great if (you guys) don’t receive too much stress from work or studies~ Don’t kick the blanket away just because it’s not that cold~ Since it gets really cold at dawn, bring along a sleeping bag and use it kk be careful not to catch a cold~ ^^

I’ll be writing a lot of letters in the future~ We shall meet again through the letters~
Sleep well~ Oppa is going to sleep after a roll-call! Another night watch today, heok! kk

My love, E.L.F.
Go on forever, E.L.F.
Self-congratulations on 11th anniversary~ ^^
Recruit No. 40 Kim Ryeowook
Super Junior Ryeowook
From Ryeonggu to our lovely ELF

P.S. Since (the letter is going to be sent) through mailing, I wrote this in advance.
The detail here is (me using) a blue pen (to write the letter) kkk

cr: teukables, nobodyelf, kimlixus.

When The Devil Needs A Favor

Title: When The Devil Needs A Favor

Characters: Reader, Dean, Sam, Cas, Crowley, and several others!

Word Count: 2,400 (ish)

Warning: Season 12 spoilers!!! LOTS of them!!

A/N: This is my submission for @therealdeanwinchester13‘s Writing Box Challenge! Enjoy! And yes Luci truly does bless this post, we chatted about it. (sass is in the URL people) 

My prompt: You sold your soul to the Devil some years ago. Today he gives it back and says. “I need a favor.”


Originally posted by yourreactiongifs


“I need a favor”

“What could you possibly want from me?”

“I need you to get me something that myself and a uh, friend, desperately need.”

“I’m guessing if I refuse somehow this hell hole will get worse?”

“That’s the idea, yes.”

“Fan-fucking-tastic.”



“Dean? Sam?” The two men looked up from their food, clearly trying to place you.

“Garth, he, ah, sent me your way.”

“Oh, yeah, Y/N. I’m Sam, this is Dean.” Sam scooted over in the diner booth inviting you to slide in. Dean gave you a nod, his hands covered in burger and bacon grease. You were pretty sure his grunt and garbled speech was his version of a hello.

“Nice to meet you guys too. Thanks for helping me out. Garth said that if I wanted to learn how to survive this, insane form of a life, then you two were the ones to teach me.” Both of them laughed and exchanged an unsure glance.

“Yeah that would be us. Garth said you’re good thinking on your feet though, so you ready for a crash course? Dean and I aren’t exactly traditional teachers.”

“Well Sammy might be, but I sure as hell ain’t.”

Laughing you looked between the two, “I have no doubt I will get a well-rounded education from each of you.”

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Love, Actually [Part 1]

Nerves

TMR Cast Imagine Series [ next ]

Pairing: Thomas Brodie Sangster x Reader (eventually)

A/N: Really just wanted to write before heading out for a client. Y/N joins as a new member in the TMR cast and being a fresh face in the industry, she is very intimidated and shy to meet everyone else whose already so close to each other. Decided to make this for filming of The Scorch Trials, not really gonna delve into Y/N’s character in the film or how it deviates from the actual story line just to make this less confusing. Might be making future parts?? Idkkkkk

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Chapter 9 - Can A Man and Woman Be Just Friends?

Disclaimer: Hello to my fellow Joshifer shippers and tumblr users. I’ve decided to get things up and running again with Joshifer by publishing chapter 9. If you are still with me on my fanfiction, which I’m praying you are, then I hope you enjoy this chapter. There’s more to come, don’t worry. Don’t forget to like, reblog and share! xo.

I arrived home less than ten minutes later, covered in sweat. To my surprise, my parents arrived before I did and were sitting at the dining table; they both smiled, chuckling as I unclipped Lulu’s chain, allowing the basset hound to collapse, exhausted, by my mother’s feet. My mom abandoned the shiny black quilted Chanel purse I’d bought for her birthday, reaching down to stroke Lulu’s fur.

“She’s beat.” Mom laughed, her fingers skimming along the dog’s back. “What’d you do? Run a marathon?”

“Kinda.” I conceded, mopping the sweat off my brow. “I was in a hurry to get home. Josh is dropping by in a couple of minutes.” I smile sheepishly. “I hope you don’t mind.”

“No, of course we won’t.” My dad said, lowering the newspaper. “We did invite his family after all. It’s just a little earlier than we were expecting.”

“You what?”

“We sent them invitations via email two weeks ago.” My mother confirmed. She got up and refilled Lulu’s water bowl at the kitchen sink. “Michelle said she couldn’t come, neither can Chris. So it’s totally okay if it’s just Josh. At least we have a member of the Hutcherson family here.”

I stared at them, flabbergasted. They hadn’t mentioned inviting my best friend and his family over, not in the last hundred text messages or phone calls we exchanged. Oh well. I shrug, attempting to pass off the gesture as nonchalance. “I’m gonna take a quick shower. Can I help with anything before I do?”

“No, honey. Go on up. We’re all good.”

“Okay.” Without further ado, I went upstairs. I grabbed a quick change of clothes and headed for the communal bathroom. During the years that my brothers and I shared the bathroom, it had been messy, hectic; with clothes everywhere, toothbrushes strewn all over the sink.

Now, it was pristine. My mother had repainted the walls, although still in the same colour. The room emitted a pleasant, floral smell. By the corner of the bathtub lay a stack of neatly folded fresh towels and on the sink was a vase of lilies.

Grinning slightly, I shed my clothes and hopped into the shower. After an hour beneath the sun, it felt good to wash away the sweat. I lingered in the shower a little longer than usual, kneading the shampoo carefully into my hair and scrubbing the soap onto my skin.

As soon as I finished, I turned off the tap, clambering carefully out of the tub. While I was towelling off, taking great care to drain water from my hair, I heard a familiar voice. Holding my breath, I sidled closer to the door, pressing my ear against the wood.

“Josh, sweetie, come on in!”

I gasped.

“Happy birthday, Karen. I’m sorry I stopped by a little early. But here, I got you something.”

“Oh don’t worry. Why, thank you. You didn’t have to do that.”

“No, please, it’s not a big deal. I hope you like it.”

“I’m sure I will, honey. Come, come. Are you hungry?” My mother asked. “I can rustle up some pancakes for you, if you like.”

“Would you kill me if I said I was?” Josh chuckled easily. I heard my mother’s resounding, tinkling laugh.

“Of course not. Go sit down, you’ve had a long drive.”

“Thanks, Karen.”

I dressed quickly as the voices faded; almost tripping over myself in my haste to pull on a pair of jeans. When I was done, I brushed my teeth, working to remove any traces of cinnamon roll. I blow dried my hair, combing my short locks until they were dry and tangle free.

Prying open my toiletries kit, I put on some makeup, abruptly conscious of the effort I was putting in. It had been a long time since I cared this much about the amount of cosmetics I used. I squinted my eyes as I dabbed on some lipgloss. When I was done, I leaned back, staring at my reflection.

Not too much. Simple. I couldn’t help but smile just a little. I looked pretty good. I hurried downstairs, the smile on my face expanding the minute my eyes met his warm hazel ones.

Josh was sitting at the table with my father, deep in conversation. They were playfully arguing about March Madness; deciding which of the team’s performed better. He flashed my favourite crooked grin.

“Hey.”

“Hey.” I chuckled at our plain greeting.

I wrap my arms around his shoulders enthusiastically, hugging him. He responded in kind, giving my waist a gentle squeeze. I held onto him a second longer than usual, aware of how much I missed him. He smelled the same. Like fresh linen and mint.

“What’s up, Jen?” Josh asked, releasing me.

“Eh, not much. Went for a walk. Nothing special. How about you? What have you been up to?” I took a seat at the table, across from him. He followed my lead, sitting down just as my mom set a stack of fresh pancakes in front of him.

“Well, it’s been a long ass drive from Union. But it was great to be home. I never actually left the house. I hung around with my folks, my brother and my grandma.” He poured a generous measure of maple syrup. “God, it makes me thankful we’re filming so close by. I get to see my family more often.”

“Yeah you got that right.” I agree, with an affectionate glance at my father.

“So, how’s the prep for the party coming along? Can I help?” Josh asked thickly, his mouth full of pancake. I shook my head, grinning and help myself to a few pieces.

Dad folded up his newspaper. “Things are good, son. All ready. You don’t have to lift a finger, we got most of the stuff out. You can just hang out until the party starts.”

“Are you sure?”

This time, my mother answered, taking a seat beside him. “Yes, we’re sure. Thanks for the casserole dish, honey, I’ve been looking for one of these.” She pulled the bubble wrap off a shiny glass platter, turning it over with undisguised glee. I recognised the product instantly; it was a Williams Sonoma item, a brand my mom loves so much.

“Sure.” Josh replied easily. “My mom and grandma love those. They actually helped me pick it out two days ago. I think it’s their way of compensating for not being able to come today.”

“Oh, tell them not to worry. It’s not a big deal.” My mom said anxiously, her brow creasing.

“Don’t sweat it, Mama Lawrence. It’s all good. They added a gift voucher too, I think. From um, this Australian outdoor brand, Wild Earth. It’s got all this neat camping stuff, everything you’ll need for the summer season.”

“Oh, how wonderful!” My mother exclaimed, her eyes skimming across the birthday card Josh had written. Sure enough, a voucher fell out from inside the envelope; emblazoned with the image of an enormous oak tree. “Wow, this is too much. Michelle didn’t have to..”

“My mom told me not to take no for an answer, to make sure you accept the card without any hassle.” He grinned mischievously. “Her words, not mine.”

“Obviously, Michelle’s just as stubborn as you are, honey.” My dad chuckled.

“Well, I don’t know what to say. Thank you, Josh.” My mother kissed the top of my best friend’s head affectionately, her manicured hands resting lightly on his shoulders. “I’ll thank your mom in a minute.”

“You’re welcome.” Josh beamed, pleased at my mom’s response. His obvious delight made my heart skip several beats. He truly was a selfless person, a person who did everything they could to make a person happy. And delighted in making their lives better. “This is so good, by the way, Karen. Thanks.”

“No problem, sweetie.”

“Son, do you have somewhere to stay tonight because..” My father began, leaning forward. Josh interrupted quickly, politely cutting across my father’s statement.

“Don’t worry, I’ll find a hotel nearby. I wouldn’t want to impose on you more than I already have, sir.” I roll my eyes in his direction. He had the manners of a proper Southern gentleman. When he wasn’t messing around, of course.

“You wouldn’t be.” Dad smiled, looking at him with fatherly concern. “If you’d let me finish, I was gonna say that you’re more than welcome to stay here. God knows, we have enough room.”

“Woohoo, sleepover!” I nudge Josh playfully. “Late night horror movie marathons, popcorn.”

“Uh, you hate horror movies.” He said, sniggering.

“Not when I have people to watch it with. Remember when I watched Insidious by myself and I called you screaming?”

“Ah, yeah that’s right. Fine, I’ll watch one with you. Is it okay if I stay?” He asked, turning to my parents.

My mother smiled. “Of course, honey. We’re happy to have you here.” She ruffled his dark hair fondly. “You can take your pick of Ben or Blaine’s rooms.”

“Wow, so many choices.” Josh chuckled appreciatively. “Thanks again.”

“You’re welcome, son.” My father said, disappearing once more behind his daily newspaper.

Lingering at the table, I made myself a cup of hot cocoa while I waited for Josh to finish his meal. The atmosphere in the kitchen was easy, natural; my mother remained at the sink, cooking more of the pancakes. My father was ruffling through the newspaper again, pausing to peruse the sports section while making snide comments about the Cincinnati Reds. In between bites, Josh impishly replied back, his answers just as witty.

When I sat down, mug in hand, he was halfway through his meal and in the midst of an animated conversation with my father. In this, they were very much alike; they stood by their favourite teams, staunchly defending them from criticism. I sipped my cocoa, not bothering to keep up. Football didn’t interest me as much as it did them.

There were dregs at the bottom of the mug by the time my best friend had finished his meal. He placed a hand above his lips, narrowly suppressing a burp. I raised an eyebrow, wondering if he was finally done.

“Yep, I’m good.” Josh said, catching my eye. “This was so yummy, Karen, thank you.”

“Of course, dear. You two can watch some TV, if you like.”

“Are you sure there’s nothing I can help with?” He asked helpfully, getting to his feet. I mimicked him, approaching the sink so I could rinse out my dirty mug before replacing it in the dish washer.

“Not right now, but if you could help me work the grill later, that’d be great.” My father answered, lowering the newspaper slightly.

“Definitely. You just tell me when.” Josh nodded eagerly.

“Okay. Now run along, you kids.”

We left my parents in the kitchen, heading for the living room. I sat on the couch cross-legged while Josh took my father’s arm chair. He rubbed his stomach contentedly, unsuccessfully suppressing a burp.

I giggle appreciatively, responding with a burp of my own. We laughed even harder, amused at our childishness. By the time we were done burping, I could feel the strain in my cheeks.

“Yeah, I’m gonna stop in case I throw up.” Josh said, taking a deep breath. “So, what do you feel like doing, Jen?”

“Hmm.” I pause, lifting my fingers to my chin. “I’ve already done some running and showered so maybe not something too physical. Everything’s already set for Mom’s birthday tonight.. Let’s see.. Umm..” I hemmed and hawed a mite longer.

“God, you’re so indecisive.” He teased, watching me chew my lips.

“Shut up please.” I held up a hand imperiously. “I’m trying to think.” I close my eyes, doing my best to ignore him sniggering as he lolled in the arm chair. “Well I can’t think with you giggling over there in the corner!”

“Then, let me make a suggestion.”

“No.” I fold my arms across my chest.

“Come on, I promise it’ll be fun.”

“Hmm, fine, I’m all ears.”

“What do you think about going to the zoo? I passed one on my way over here and I dunno, I was thinking.. ‘I haven’t been to one since I was a kid.’ Like on a field trip before my mom homeschooled me.”

“A zoo..” I tilt my head, mulling it over.

“Just for a few hours, at least until the party anyway.”

“Yeah, why not?” I stand up, straightening the cream coloured shirt I wore. “I’m all for seeing monkeys that are not like the CGI mutts we fought in Hawaii.”

Josh laughed. “Oh good point.”

“Let me just grab a sweater and we can go.” Suddenly, I came upon a brilliant idea. “Hey, I have a thought. Can we take Bear with us? Theodore’s a bit too young. But if you want it to be just us, then that’s cool as well.”

“Sure.” He smiled easily, catching me off guard.

“Um, what? Aren’t you gonna give this some thought?”

“No, seriously Jen, it’s fine. Of course we can take Bear. We just have to get a car seat for him.” Josh said soothingly. I search his eyes for signs of reluctance but found none.

“Yay! We can swing by Ben’s place and borrow theirs. I’ll call him, hang on.” I reply, one arm in the left side of my black trench coat.

“Wait, we can do that in the Jeep. It has the in-built phone system. I got his number dialled in, don’t sweat it.”

“Are you sure?” I button up my coat, gazing at him uncertainly.

“Yes.” Josh crossed the room to pat me on the back. “If I didn’t want to, I would have said something.”

“Okay.”

“Great. Let’s go to the zoo!!”

I laughed at his childlike enthusiasm. “Lead the way, Hutch!”

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An hour later, we were standing outside the wrought iron gates of the Louisville Zoo. Josh had gone to buy us tickets; a feat which was easy, given the off-peak time. There was only a handful of visitors; mostly young families with children still too young to be in school.

I held Bear’s hand while we waited. My brother and sister-in-law had agreed enthusiastically to our offer to take him to the zoo with us. While they loved him dearly, it was taking up all their energy looking after a newborn and a toddler with limitless energy. The kid in question was appropriately dressed for the outing; wearing khaki pants, shirt and small black boots. A matching green hat concealed his blonde curls.

Bear was hopping on the balls of his feet, tugging at my hand in his haste to see the animals. I tightened my grip on his ever so slightly, stilling him. He looked up at me, his features twisted in a grimace. Oh boy, we were about five seconds away from a tantrum.

Josh rejoined us, waving the tickets in his hand. I sighed with relief as my nephew’s face cleared. He thrust his little fist in the air at the sight of my best friend coming toward us. I squeeze his hand affectionately, feeling him pull me forward.

“Here we go. Got the tickets!” Josh announced cheerfully. He used his free hand to lightly tap Bear’s nose, making the child giggle. “You ready for safari time?”

“Yea!”

I chuckle as he handed the tickets to a bored-looking teen employee. “Thank god you got back in time. This little shit was five seconds away from a full tantrum.”

“Saved by the bell, hey?” Josh’s eyes twinkled as he laughed.

“You have no idea.”

Once the tickets had been returned, we went inside. Josh unfurled a large map of the zoo, examining it intently. “Okay we’re right outside the Reptile House, if you wanna go in there first. Otherwise we can visit the Aviary, where they keep the birds.”

I knelt down so I was eye to eye with my nephew. “Which one do you want to see first? Bird or snake?”

Bear frowned in concentration, a line appearing above his brows. “Snake.” He said seriously.

Grinning, I straightened. “He’s cast his vote. He wants to see the snakes.”

“Then, snakes it is.”

The three of us headed for the Reptile House. Inside, the House was almost entirely dark; save for a few lights. The air was heavy with a myriad of sound; hissing, chattering and soft music. We hurried forward to the nearest cage.

Inside the cage was a layer of fine dry red earth. There, among the twigs, leaves and branches, lay an enormous Burmese Python. Its coils upon coils of gleaming dark scales shone beneath the dim light. At the moment, it lay still, obviously asleep despite the three pairs of eyes that were ogling it.

Bear jumped up as far as he could go, trying to see the snake, but obviously not quite making it. Chuckling, I lifted him into my arms, keeping my hands wrapped tightly around his middle. He peered closely at the tank, eyes fixed on the snake in fascination.

“Do you see it?” I whisper. “Look at how big the snake is.”

“Yes. 'Is big.” Bear whispered back. He placed his hands on the glass, leaving messy handprints everywhere. “Why is it sweepen?”

“Well, it’s probably just had something to eat.” Josh said, watching the reptile move slightly, its tail twitching. “They feed em’ very rarely apparently. Like once or twice a year. Or so I’ve read anyway.”

“So what do they eat?”

“Dead mice, fresh chicken, meat.” He shrugged, counting the items off his fingers. “It takes them forever to, like, digest the food which is why they’re only fed a couple of times. You know, unless they get sick. Buddy.” He added, addressing my nephew. “You might wanna take your hands off the tank. The snake might not like it.”

Bear looked at him curiously for a moment before pulling his hands away. He struggled out of my hold, his arms outstretched, fingers pointed in Josh’s direction. Josh chuckled softly before lifting the boy out of my arms.

“Is it hungwy now, Unca Josh?”

“No, I don’t think so, little man. But do you know how they eat if they don’t have hands like we do?”

My adorable nephew shook his head, hanging on to Josh’s every word.

“They squeeze em’ like this.” I watched as Josh ever so slightly tightened his grip around Bear’s middle, making the child giggle in delight. “Then they open their mouths and swallow the food.” He tickled Bear’s tummy.

“Don’t eat me, Unca Josh.”

“Of course I won’t. You’re a good boy.” He set my nephew back on his feet, giving him a pat on the head. “The snake only likes naughty people.”

“Guess you’re included in that category.” I say in an undertone, winking at my best friend. “Scaring the kid, how dare you?”

“What?” Josh grinned innocently. “I’m just making entertainment. Besides, he’s not scared. Are you, buddy?”

“Am not.” Bear replied seriously, brushing his curls away from his face. I took his left hand in mine again.

“See?”

“Yeah, yeah, alright.” I stick my tongue out at Josh. “Let’s keep going, shall we? Plenty more snakes to go.”

We ambled leisurely through the House, coming across more reptiles asleep in their tanks. Some were surprisingly alert, yellow eyes trained on the visitors that filed past. Others, like the Burmese Python, lay sleeping, oblivious to the attention.

More than once, we stopped to watch some of the animals, at Bear’s request. He insisted on watching the zookeepers hand-feed yet another snake; a large anaconda, whose jaws were stretched wide open, ready to catch the fresh chicken dangling above it. Catching his eye, one of the keepers called out to us and asked if we wanted to take part.

It was a relatively harmless snake, a four year old female who wasn’t fully grown. I shook my head vigorously, my eyes on the sharp fangs protruding from the snake’s jaws. No way in hell was I going to let my four year old nephew, a baby, feed a fucking snake.

Bear sulked for ten minutes after we walked away from the Anaconda; at which point I transferred him to Josh’s arms. Josh laughed, gave my nephew’s cheek a gentle pinch and bounced him around, hoping to cheer him up. I shook my head, amused.

“Don’t be such a goody goody, Aunt Jen.” Josh teased, patting Bear’s shoulder.

“Oh, so you’d rather I let those guys take him into the tank, dangle a mouse into the anaconda’s mouth?”

“Well, an experience is an experience.”

“Can’t really enjoy it if you get your ass bitten, now can you?”

“Aw, maybe next time, buddy.” He squeezed Bear’s shoulders. “When you’re a bit older, okay?”

“Maybe not even then.” I whisper under my breath, so that only Josh could hear. He only laughed in agreement, clearly enjoying himself.

We moved on to the next exhibit; a set of enclosures that housed the zoo’s mammals. The disgruntled expression on my nephew’s face cleared the very second he spotted an elephant with large, shining white tusks. I rolled my eyes. Kids these days, with their ever changing moods.

Stopping by the elephant enclosure, we watched fascinated, as the elephant, a male from the looks of it, shuffled slowly to the other side, swinging its rubbery grey trunk with reckless abandon. He paused by an enormous water trough to drink.

The elephant slurped noisily and for some reason, decided to spray the water all over himself. Unfortunately, because we stood so close to the fence, we were caught in the explosion of water droplets. Within seconds, we were soaked.

“Oh god. Oh dear god.” I spluttered, wringing out my damp locks. “Come on, man, I just showered!” I narrow my eyes at the elephant, who seemed to find it supremely hilarious. He shook his giant rubbery head, swinging his trunk wildly; as if he was laughing at me. “This isn’t funny!”

“Actually, it is.” Said a voice from my left.

I turned, catching Josh’s eye. He was drenched from head to toe, as well, but unlike me, was grinning. He shook his wet hair vigorously, sending water droplets shooting in every direction. The sight of him standing there made me laugh loudly, finally seeing the humour in the situation.

I took Bear from him, setting the toddler on his feet. Luckily, his Thomas the Tank Engine backpack escaped the worst of the water explosion. I dug through the contents, thankful to find that everything inside was dry. He stood still, giggling as he pointed at the elephant, while I meticulously dried him.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Josh peeling the sweater off himself. He was leaner than I remembered; his torso more defined from all those workouts he did to stay fit for the films. His grey t-shirt had soaked all the way through, revealing a set of muscles beneath.

Damn, he looked good. Really good.

Shaking my head, I focused on drying my nephew, who was still engrossed in the elephant enclosure. What the hell was I doing? Checking him out like that. It’s not exactly appropriate. We were best friends, nothing more.

“Okay, well, I don’t think we should be getting changed in public.” Josh said, interrupting my thoughts. “Let’s take a break, maybe find a toilet. Jen, you should probably use the baby room so you can change Bear properly.”

“Right.” I hoist Bear up into my arms, barely paying attention to his protest. “Lead the way.”

We followed him as he navigated his way around the exhibits. On our way to find the bathrooms, we stopped by the zoo’s gift shop. Josh bought two over-sized souvenir shirts and a small one for my nephew. We separated once we found the toilets; with Josh heading for the men’s room.

I did as my best friend suggested, using the baby room to coax Bear into wearing the new shirt. It was a little coarse but otherwise dry, perfect enough so he wouldn’t catch a cold. When he was dry, I changed into my own over-sized shirt. By then, the two of us were both ready.

Josh met us outside, clutching his own backpack. He relieved me of the Thomas bag so I could hold my nephew’s hand. He, too, had worn the zoo shirt. I met his cheerful grin with a smile of my own.

“Nice shirt.” He teased, elbowing me.

“Well, thank you. I always knew you had good taste.” I wink.

“C'mon, Ant Jen.” Bear tugged at my hand impatiently. “Maw animals.”

“Sorry, little buddy. Let’s go.”

For the next several minutes, we walked through the exhibits; coming across zebras, lions, giraffes, bears and monkeys. Bear was delighted. At the giraffe enclosure, the keepers had started feeding the animals, passing them large pieces from a basket of fruits and vegetables.

They invited us to participate, to my nephew’s delight. Whether the keepers recognised Josh and I or not, they gave no sign. We were treated as ordinary visitors; not something to be ogled at. I held my nephew as the senior keeper, a man named Owen, handed him a large carrot.

“Why don’t you feed Patch for me?” He suggested cheerfully.

Bear nodded, his fingers curled tightly around the carrot. I shuffled closer to the gate, where a pair of giraffes were waiting. The larger one, a female, ambled forward, sniffing the carrot with interest. Bear instinctively recoiled, shrinking against my breast.

“It’s okay, buddy.” I say soothingly. “She’s not gonna hurt you. She’s just waiting to eat the carrot. Go on.”

“Here, watch me first.” Josh took the carrot from Bear’s hand, breaking it in half. He held up his own palm to the giraffe, who gazed at it questioningly for a second before lazily scooping up the carrot in its mouth. He laughed, clapping his hands together. Then he turned to the child in my arms with an encouraging grin. “See? No harm, no foul. Give it a go.”

Bear chewed his lip for a moment, before meeting Josh’s gaze with a look of determination. “Okay, Unca Josh.”

We approached the gate as the second giraffe, a young male, ambled forward. I kept my arms wrapped tightly round Bear’s middle as he leaned toward the giraffe, little fingers outstretched. Josh hovered protectively beside us, watching the scene unfold.

There was a moment of silence. The giraffe moved his head in our direction, opening his mouth and tentatively snatching the carrot from Bear’s hand. It seemed as though he was taking great care not to accidentally touch him or bite his fingers.

Surprisingly, the giraffe gently nudged Bear’s hand. My nephew stroked the giraffe’s head, bursting into delighted laughter as the creature’s warm brown eyes swivelled round to meet his. I was dimly aware of a clicking sound nearby. Someone was obviously taking time to document the tender moment between child and beast.

“Aw wow.” Josh lowered his iPhone to ruffle Bear’s golden curls. “You did it, buddy! You fed the giraffe!”

“Yea!” Bear said happily.

“Good job!” I planted a light kiss on his forehead.

Pairing: Nicomaki, Nozoeli

Word Count: 3889

Summary: Nozomi is kept updated on Nico’s relationship with Maki through Snapchat.

Someone made a post a while back about hononicorin being pro snapchatters and I was thinking about that at like one this morning so here’s a short oneshot. 

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ladysmallwood-deactivated201605  asked:

Do you have an endgame for Arya? Also sorry, I feel like I'm blowing up your askbox lol I really don't know what to make of her future, but I completely agree with you that she will never lose her identity; a significant aspect of her character is that her adoption of different identities is forced, in order for survival, but she's always been Arya Stark, and she never forgets nor surrenders her true name. I'm fairly confident she'll make it North, to the Wall and Jon, but from there idk

Haha you’re not, no worries! <3

Arya’s endgame is really up in the air in my opinion. From the beginning of the chaos that starts in AGoT, Arya becomes the ultimate wildcard.

“I mean to have Arya as well. I have men searching.”
“Searching is not finding.” Cersei and Tyrion, ACoK

“Always,” said Jaime, with a last glance at the girl. He wondered if there was much resemblance. Not that it mattered. The real Arya Stark was buried in some unmarked grave in Flea Bottom in all likelihood.  Jaime, ASoS

“What of Arya? By law, she comes after Sansa… your own sister, trueborn…”

“… and dead. No one has seen or heard of Arya since they cut Father’s head off. Why do you lie to yourself? Arya’s gone”Robb and Catelyn, ASoS

“He’s the one that’s got the Stark girl. The way I hear it, she was making for Riverrun, and he stole her. Damned dog.”

Riverrun, thought Brienne. She was making for Riverrun. For her uncles. “How do you know?” “Had it from one of Beric’s bunch. The lightning lord is looking for her too. He’s sent his men all up and down the Trident, sniffing after her.” Brienne, AFFC

“Arya Stark?” Brienne stared open-mouthed, astonished. “You know this? Lady Sansa’s sister is alive?”

“Then,” said the Elder Brother. “Now… I do not know. She may have been amongst the children slain at Saltpans.” Brienne, AFFC

But what if Arya was not there to be saved? What if Lady Melisandre’s flames had told it true? Could his sister truly have escaped such captors? How would she do that? Arya was always quick and clever, but in the end she’s just a little girl, and Roose Bolton is not the sort who would be careless with a prize of such great worth.

What if Bolton never had his sister? This wedding could well be just some ruse to lure Stannis into a trap. Jon, ADWD

In universe, no one knows what the hell happened to her. She’s the ultimate mystery, the quintessential wild card. Jon, Stannis, the Brotherhood and Lady Stoneheart, Brienne are all wondering where she went. Before that, Varys, Tyrion, Cersei, all the Lannister men were looking for her. No one knows what happened to her. 

And out of universe, her fate went up in the air after Ned’s death. She has the least stability of any character. She’s been in Braavos for just two books, but it’s the most stable she’s been in years- and this is in a very questionable assassin’s guild that she fears will kick her out at any moment (which they might actually.)

I think that Arya’s fate is very open to discussion and theories, but I’ll give you my thoughts.

First, Arya’s going to leave the Faceless Men soon (almost certainly in the next book.) This will be due to one of the likely following reasons:

  1. She hears of Jon’s “death” and that triggers her departure (maybe she wants revenge, more likely it just awakens her identity to the point where she just can’t hide anymore.) Plus, it would be very fitting if Arya’s the reason that Jon gets “killed” and Jon’s “death” is the reason Arya leaves.
  2. She hears of something to do with her family. Unlikely that she’ll hear of Sansa, maybe she will though. More possible is that Rickon’s survival reaches her ears.
  3. The wolf dreams become too frequent and powerful (there are hints of this already) and/or Arya realizes that it’s Nymeria she’s connected to and this solidifies her identity and desire to reunite with Nymeria, and symbolically her identity as a Stark since the direwolves represent the Stark identities.
  4. She is given an assassination assignment that she can’t justify. Notably, she was given one assignment that she had to rationalize and justify to do. He was, by all accounts, a horrible person who cheated widows and fatherless children, stole money, and was rude/mean/uncourteous/angry/paranoid/all sorts of bad things. I think GRRM set this up so that Arya can easily justify her first assignment, but she’s so rigid in her sense of justice that a good person, someone she’ll deem unworthy of death, will ruin her chances of maintaining this “servant of the Many Faced God” facade.
  5. They kick her out. The Kindly Man, the Plague Faced Priest, everyone can see that Arya hasn’t given up her identity. The KM and others have made several comments that she can’t be one of them (“you’re heart’s too soft”, “you’re too proud to serve”.) It may end up that the FM just kick her out- but not before she’s been trained extensively.

So Arya will leave- one way or the other- and then one of two things will happen. She’ll either join Dany (if only to get passage to Westeros, something she isn’t currently able to do.) Dany noticeably may hate the Starks, but she loves children. Arya’s will be 11/12 and likely won’t be recognized as a Stark. It is worth noting that Barristan has seen Arya (he’s present at Arya’s “trial” for the Mycah/Trident/Joffrey incident.) If she doesn’t join Dany, she’ll get passage somehow back to Westeros on her own immediately. 

As to where she’ll land in Westeros, it’s one of two places. It’s either Eastwatch and the Wall or somewhere in the Riverlands (Saltpans, back the way she came, coming back the same path but as a different person, very fitting.)

The Wall is for obvious reasons. It’s been heavily foreshadowed that she’ll go there, Jon’s presumably there (or at least she’ll likely think that,) it’s where she’s wanted to go since book one, and I’m pretty sure she’s going to play a role in the battle against the Others. 

The Riverlands because of a few reasons:

  1. Lady Stoneheart is there. It’s possible that Arya will be the one to kill her permanently, to give her the “gift of mercy” as it is, and LS is very connected to Arya (after all, Arya as Nymeria saved her body.)
  2. The Brotherhood is there. The Brotherhood have been looking for Arya since she was kidnapped. While I’d argue that the BWB were not all that kind to Arya in some ways (the fandom glorifies their treatment of her) and that some members didn’t really care for her, a great deal of them did. Harwin and Gendry are especially close with Arya, Anguy and Thoros showed her genuine affection, and a few others seemed to really care about her as well (like Tom.) We met the Brotherhood through Arya, they’re looking for her, she has lots of ties there, I can definitely see them meeting up again- in fact, I expect it.
  3. Nymeria is there. Arya and Nymeria are definitely reuniting. There is zero doubt in my mind about this. While Nymeria could definitely meet Arya somewhere else, I believe Arya will go to Nymeria. In some ways, that’s symbolic- returning to get her Stark identity. Also, there’s the hundreds of wolves following Nymeria in the Riverlands, they’ve been referenced too many times for me to think they’ll just disappear.
  4. Saltpans is one of the only ports Arya can return through. Eastwatch is less likely to even have a ship going to it. Saltpans, Oldtown, Duskendale, King’s Landing, and Gulltown are pretty much her main options. I suppose she could go to KL for Cersei or something and because she’s been there before, but I highly doubt it. Saltpans seems the logical choice.

Now, I’m pretty sure that where she ends up, she’ll be at the Wall for the final battle against the Others. A bunch of characters are likely going to unite there, but Arya will be one of them. She actually has combat skills, which makes her a likely choice for a character to reach the Wall and contribute. Characters like Cersei, Littlefinger, Sansa, Varys, the more politically inclined field are far less likely to be (in fact, I’m pretty sure they won’t be) there. Tyrion is debatable, but he’s been in combat and commanded an army- he’s a politician but also a commander and a fighter to some extent. I think he’ll be there as well, and he did go to the Wall early on. Likely he’ll be with Dany. But Arya has skills and is a fighter, so she’ll probably be there.

Before the battle with the Others, well, it’s debatable. I’m fairly positive that the fact that Nymeria, who is “a part of Arya”, is leading hundreds of wolves (what they call Stark men and North men in universe) means that there is a good likelihood that Arya will assume some sort of commanding role.

It is noticeable that of the four remaining Starks (Arya, Sansa, Bran, and Rickon,) Arya is the only one who could really lead people into battle. Sansa and Bran are non-combatants. Rickon is either four or five at the moment. Arya has had a fair amount of experience in participating and witnessing battles. She was there when the Brotherhood fought the Bloody Mummers, she fought with the Night’s Watch recruits against Armory Lorch and the goldcloaks, the Weasel Soup incident as well, she even was there at the Red Wedding. Arya also is the only one of her Stark siblings to be able to fight. She’s had some sword training, can handle knives, has had to fight blind, and is being trained as an assassin.

So I could see Nymeria’s status as leading and controlling a pack of hundreds of wolves being foreshadowing or symbolic of Arya later leading a pack of “wolves” (aka Stark men) for some purpose- even if that’s only to bring them to the Wall. After all, the Wall needs so many more men than it has.

But like I said, it’s all very up in air. But that’s what I think will happen.  

anonymous asked:

Can you rec some good femslash fics any ship (but like teen wolf lol duh)

absolutely! 

allison/erica 

give me snow and give me salt (up to the stars we’ll strain) - She thinks about Erica hating her, about hating Erica right back, and it doesn’t feel that long ago. Sometimes she shuts her eyes and imagines walking back into her old life, and it feels so close, so possible. She wonders if she and Erica would hate each other again. Useless daydreams.

allison/kira

(Won’t) Die Young - The realizations just kept on coming for Kira. Either it was about her family, about how Allison and her family were similar to her own, about their current situation…or about how Kira felt about Allison.

Target Practice - Allison takes Kira to the woods to learn to shoot.

allison/lydia 

one more dance to help me sleep - Allison wakes up to a familiar figure seated in the chair beside her hospital bed. She thinks she might be dreaming because it’s been four long years. And if she is being honest with herself, it wouldn’t be the first time Lydia Martin has preoccupied her dreams. “You’re in my city, you know that? It’s inconvenient of you to almost die here,” says Lydia, who is currently focused on a compact mirror and the careful reapplication of blood-red lipstick.

extra credit - This wasn’t exactly what Allison had in mind when she asked Lydia for help with math.

Lights Go Out - Set between 2x10 and 2x11. “You wanna stop?”

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Mr. Teeth

People sometimes ask me what my first memory is. Invariably I lie, because I’m prone to avoid the explanation that comes with the truth. Maybe, from now on, if someone casually asks me “What is your first memory?” I will reach into my bag where there will be copies of this story and I will just hand one over. As they read it, their face will morph from confusion, into the furrowed brow of concern, and finally into the drop-jawed bewilderment that accompanies real fear.

In passing, I tell people that my first memory was of me standing on a stool in front of my kitchen window. It was just after dusk in winter and from where I stood, I could make out the black limbs of the skeletal beech tree that loomed from across the driveway. While that is indeed a real memory, it’s not the first one. If you want to hear about that, here it is:

There was an unfortunate series of incidences that happened in the town where I grew up during the summer of 1989. By incidences, I mean murders. I’m not talking about your run-of-the-mill bar brawl gone too far or an act of passionate revenge. No. The events that happened in Middleton were far more grotesque…. even more so because the victims were children.

I don’t remember the heatwave that had swept Middleton that summer, the pink droplets of melted ice cream on the simmering pavement, or old men reclined in overstuffed chairs in shady living rooms. These precious details were told to me through family members and friends of my parents. They all, to this day say that it was the hottest summer they have ever lived through.

To make the weather even more unbearable, there were weekly brownouts that year due to some oversights at the electric plant in Salem. As a result, homes and businesses would go for hours at a time without air conditioning. Popsicles were promptly sold out in every business after noon; magazines and newspapers weren’t read that summer; they were bought to be used as makeshift fans. It seemed that the only place where air-conditioning still remained during these outages was the car.

I’ve been told by relatives that it was not uncommon during that summer to find neighbors lounging back in their parked cars with the windows up, drinking a beer and listening to the radio. At times it was the only escape from the unbearable humidity and heat.

That’s why, when mothers would go shopping, it became impossible to pull their children from their cars. After all, the kids knew that the inside of whatever clothing or grocery store their mother had taken them to was probably as hot if not hotter than the parking lot. The coolest and best place to be was in the car, with the windows rolled up and that gentle whispering wind seeping through the vents.

With this setting in mind you can understand how “Mr. Teeth,” as he was later called by newspapers, had his pick of the litter, so to speak. He knew that in any given lot outside of a busy grocery or department store, there would be at least two or three cars where the children had been left inside.

One such car was parked outside of the Market Basket on the afternoon of June 3rd. Within sat Jeremy Hagger, a freckled eight year old with a pension for action figures. When Jeremy’s mother returned from her quick dash for butter, she found the back right door of the vehicle ajar, a Darth Vader doll left abandoned on the back seat.

News of the disappearance radiated through the town over the following week up until the day when a jogger noticed a small black Reebok laying in the grass on the edge of the reservoir. Not long afterward, Jeremy’s body was pulled from the brown water and sent to the morgue. It was there that doctors noted what appeared to be bite marks on the boy’s arms and neck.

Victim number two was Amanda DeMiller, a girl of seven who had fallen asleep on her way home from shopping with her mother on July 18th. As was common in those days, a parent might leave their sleeping child in the car once at home. Britta DeMiller, Amanda’s mother, later told police that with the house being as hot as it was, she had thought that Amanda would sleep better in the car with the sliding side door left open.
At some point Mrs. DeMiller looked out the window to see that Amanda was no longer in her seat. The family lived on a fairly wooded road leading into the forests of Middleton. Neighbors were widely separated from one another. Mr. and Mrs. DeMiller spent all of that night scouring the narrow back roads, knocking on the doors of the occasional houses.
After only a three day search, a local boy found Amanda’s body slumped in the corner of his tree house. Her throat was purple from strangulation and covered with bite marks. Her shoes were on the wrong feet. Anyway, that’s how the story goes.

That brings us to my first memory. My parents have since placed the date of this memory to around the third or fourth week of August. It had been about a month since Amanda DeMiller’s murder but no one had been apprehended. People in town were still on edge.

It was at that time, one afternoon when I sat in the front seat of my Mom’s rusty Toyota parked in the giant lot of Henry’s grocery store. I remember that there was a car parked on either side of my mother’s and in front of the Toyota was one of those corrals for shopping carts.
There was music playing quietly on the radio, Madonna maybe, and my hands were sticky from eating candy.

You may wonder how, with all of the horrors that had plagued Middleton that summer, my mother could have left me alone in the car. The fact is, she hadn’t. My older brother, Stephen (age 12 at the time) had been designated as my temporary guardian while she made an emergency stop for flour. It was this “temporary guardian” who decided that this was the perfect opportunity to run to the bookstore nearby to buy a deck of collectible cards. Before he dashed out of the backseat, I remember him saying something like “Don’t go anywhere!”

So there I sat, waiting for one or both of my family members to return. It was then that I saw him and it’s this part which is clear even to this day.
The halogen lamps had just come on all across the lot; they cast that greenish glow from just being turned on. The sky beyond the pines that bordered the market was streaked with pink and purple. It must have been around seven thirty. I remember first seeing him, standing there some 30 feet from the front of our car. Almost instantly, the music from the radio faded from my ears along with the sharp rattle of carriage wheels on the old pavement.

Transfixed, silent, I stared out the windshield at this lanky gaunt figure framed by pink and purple sky. Through a curtain of greasy black hair falling across his brow, I discerned a single eye; it seemed to sort of take on the green glow of those halogen lights. He tilted his head back a bit and the hint of a smile danced across his thin lips.

He must have stood and stared through the windshield at me, transfixed and spellbound as I was, for one whole minute. He then started a slow walk over to my side of the car, never taking his eye from mine. Once he was outside my door, he looked down his long beak-like nose at me.

Then looking around, he began to wiggle the handle.

“Open up,” he said, looking down at me again.

I just stared at him without saying anything.

Again, “Open up.”

His long skeletal fingers left the door handle and started to dance across my window tapping here and there.

He crouched down so that he was at my level and started a sort of puppet show with his hands. His dirty fingers dashed across the glass like great pale spiders in a deadly battle. He looked at them and laughed making hissing and growling sounds.

As he made these sounds, his mouth opened up into a full grin and I had a look inside, at rows of long yellow teeth. They are, to this day, the longest and largest teeth I’ve ever seen. There were gaps between them and they reminded me vaguely of dirty piano keys. He seemed to be completely immersed in his spider battle, giggling and clawing at each of his hands.

At one point, he noticed that my window was open just a crack at the top, he looked at me grinning with those mighty teeth and crawled one of his hand spiders up to the space. I was openly sobbing at this point. He managed to squeeze the tips of four fingers through the opening. I caught a greasy whiff of unwashed clothes mingled with the sweet scent of blood.

“Come on! Open up,” he said, in a winy, pleading voice. “Open up.” He said this same sentence in a dozen different voices, from a girly voice to a thick lumberjack one.

By sheer luck, the woman who was parked on the passenger side of our car, returned with all four of her noisy kids in tow. Upon seeing her, the man scurried off in a ducked walk towards the cart corral where he smoothly stood up straight and walked off into the parking lot…but not before looking over his shoulder, gnashing those massive teeth, and catching me with one final blood-chilling stare.

The memory ends there. It was later explained to me that my brother had returned to the car to find me crying hysterically. No matter what he said to calm me through the glass, apparently, I wouldn’t unlock the doors.

My mother returned soon after. She said that all I could manage to say through thick sobs was, “There was a man.” I just kept repeating it for hours after that. “There was a man.”

Like the insufferable heat, so too did the Middleton murders come to an end with the changing of the seasons.

Just two weeks after my parking lot encounter, the child killer (who was later identified as Raymond Sandler, age 29) was caught after taking a young girl from a birthday party at a roller rink in Beverly. A worker on his coffee break at the adjacent gas station saw a thin man lead the girl out the back door of the rink and attempt to force her into a red car. The worker called the cops and the car was pulled over on Route 128 just outside of Gloucester.

While I don’t remember it, I first made the connection between the man in the parking lot and “Mr. Teeth” by seeing my father’s newspaper on the coffee table the day after Sandler’s capture. There, in a large blown-up black and white, was the same ghastly face I’d seen just inches from mine with only a layer of glass separating us. Apparently, I didn’t make it to school the day I saw that newspaper on account of I couldn’t stop screaming.

Knowing that I had almost been a victim myself, my family and people around Middleton weren’t willing to tell me anything about the killer once I grew curious, years later. I suppose they didn’t want to freak me out more than I already was.

So, in high school, I did some of my own research. I learned that the Boston Globe had first coined the nickname “Mr. Teeth” both on account of Sandler’s unusually large incisors and his habit of biting the skin of his victims. His means of killing was almost exclusively strangulation. Due to his being diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia, Sandler was often delusional. As a result, his story regularly changed. However, after being asked several times, the number of murders he confessed to, while varying, never went above 10.

It was also noted in research on Sandler that he only hunted in the summertime. Some speculated that this was because of the easy access to children who had been left in cool cars while their parents went in to shop. Others suggested that the hot weather triggered something inside of Sandler, something that lay dormant during the fall and winter, then awoke once the temperature hit 80.

Who can say?

They years have softened that first memory a bit. I’m almost forty now and, while that hideous grin isn’t quite as distinct as it used to be, I still see it sometimes when I wake up at night, usually in the warmer months.
Someday, one of my two girls (who know nothing of the summer of ’89) may ask when they’re older, “Hey, Dad? What’s your first memory?”

Maybe I’ll tell them about the time I was on the stool in my kitchen looking out at the old beech tree. Or maybe I’ll just say, “Teeth. I remember teeth.”

Three Man Band

Title: Three Man Band

Pairing: Hatsome

Summary:

Alex swallowed hard then gestured at his leg, “That’s mine.”

“Uh….No. I’m pretty sure it’s my leg.”

“Not the leg. The mark. I’m pretty sure that’s mine.”

Notes:

So I went through the whole soulmate tag on the Les Mis archive and I had a mighty need to write some more of my own because I fucking /love/ soulmate aus and I will write hundreds of them before I get sick of them, and so I asked B and Pj if they wanted one and Pj wanted Hatsome because she loves the Hat boys.

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Elsanna Week Day 1- Kissing You

An act of true love. An act of true love. True love. Love.

Elsa watched her ceiling. It wasn’t moving or doing anything out of the ordinary for a ceiling, but Elsa couldn’t sleep and while laying on her back, it was all she could see.

That phrase kept skipping through her brain. It’d been almost a month since the Thaw and Elsa finally had some time to herself. The country was healing and while people still needed her input, they didn’t need it as much. Elsa hated that.

She didn’t go to bed exhausted anymore, so her mind wandered. Inevitably, her mind wandered to one subject. A very confusing subject, albeit a happy one.

Elsa sighed and turned over. Her door stared directly into her soul. Elsa grimaced and turned over again. This was getting ridiculous. Elsa threw off her covers in disgust and rolled to her feet. If she was going to be awake she may as well do something productive.

She trailed her hand in front of herself lazily, an ice gown materializing, immaculate from practice. Her hair was unruly but she probably wouldn’t run into anyone and didn’t bother to fix it before heading toward her door.

She didn’t lock it anymore. The reason for which lay slouched against the wall, snoring quietly. Elsa stared, why didn’t she come in? She’d requested the door remain unlocked, something the staff were rather aghast over, so the reason was one of want not couldn’t.

Elsa knelt down, no one was around at the moment but eventually Elsa would have to wake her sister. For now though, she wished to be alone with the subject of her thoughts.

Anna had the same blanket tossed over her that Elsa had seen Gerda use on her a multitude of other times. Elsa smiled and rubbed the fabric between her finger and thumb, it was soft. Their parents really had left them in the best of care.

Anna’s chest rose evenly as she slept. She didn’t wear the worried frown that Elsa had become painfully acquainted with after the Thaw in her sleep anymore. Elsa smiled, the sword lessons Anna requested weeks ago did much for her.

Anna carried herself with a confidence it’d taken Elsa years to master. She smiled genuinely now, unless she was speaking to a drab dignitary, Elsa chuckled. Her gaze continued to Anna’s neck and she swallowed, the lessons did more than boost Anna’s confidence.

Her arms flexed and a wicked smirk crossed Anna’s face, Elsa’s breath caught in her throat. She pressed forward and then Anna twirled and her hair cut through the autumn sunshine as surely as her blade would slice flesh. A vibrant clash and Elsa finally drew breath again.

Anna was stunning in her practice breeches and blouse, a slight sheen of sweat on her brow. Anna’s gaze met Elsa’s and she smiled so carnally it sent shivers through Elsa that had her retreating to the quickly chilling confines of her room.

 

Elsa frowned, did Anna know? Had she guessed at Elsa’s feelings when Elsa gazed slightly too long? Or when her hand strayed to Anna muscling arm?

Elsa shook her head but couldn’t rid herself of that smirk. Anna’s lips, when had they become an object of Elsa’s attention? How many fantasies trickled through her walls about them?

“You could just kiss me you know?”

Elsa gasped and jerked away from Anna. “Wha- how long have you been awake?”

Anna smiled and opened her eyes, those eyes that held Elsa as steadily as an arm around her waist, “I think I was fully awake after your third sigh.”

Elsa blushed, “Well I was just heading to my study and saw you sprawled out like a miscreant and decided to check on you.” Elsa rose and brushed the imaginary dust from her gown.

Anna quirked an eyebrow, “Miscreant? I’ve only committed one crime your Majesty and I don’t think it deems me that title.” Anna stood as she spoke and took a step toward Elsa.

Elsa would normally blubber under such a stare, but the Queen in her, stickler to rules, demanded to know what crime a member of the royal family had committed. “Crime?”

A hand landed on Elsa’s waist but the Queen did not move. “Why, isn’t it obvious my queen?” Anna’s voice dropped to a mere whisper and deeper than her usual happy calls.

The Queen of Arendelle frowned. She did not like games and a potential criminal was pressing closer to her. She took a step back and looked into Anna’s eyes, all the ice of the North Mountain swirled in her gaze, “Anna what have you done?”

Anna merely chuckled and replied, “I’ve stolen the Ice Queen’s heart of course.”

Elsa blinked and Anna smirked, gone was the queen and Anna knew the look in her eye, oh Anna knew. Elsa stepped back again, far enough that she was in her room and Anna advanced upon her.

An avalanche down a steep hill, Elsa knew she would not get away as Anna closed the door.

They stood about two feet apart, Elsa’s eyes wide and Anna’s smile turning soft. There wasn’t anything else to say. Their cards were on the table and it was Anna who made the first move.

She stepped forward and cupped Elsa’s cheek in her hand. Elsa still flinched at physical contact, but she was getting better. Anna took another step forward so they were mere inches apart and touched their foreheads together.

Elsa’s breathing hitched and she tilted her head down, away from Anna’s lips.

“Hey,” Anna’s eyes remained closed but Elsa glanced back up. “There is nothing wrong with this. We are both consenting adults, you’re doing nothing wrong.”

Elsa sighed, “it’s not that simple An-“

Anna’s other hand came up and cupped Elsa’s chin, the look in her eyes took Elsa’s breath away. It was fire and determination and anger, “it’s exactly that simple Elsa. Sometimes thing are just black and white.”

And Anna leaned up and Elsa’s eye fluttered shut again. She smelled like sunshine, but Elsa couldn’t place the taste of her lips. Anna, she was just Anna and Elsa had the maddening desire to twist her fingers into those strawberry locks and never let go.

Anna all but moaned when Elsa tugged slightly at her hair and nipped at Elsa’s bottom lip in encouragement. Anna pressed forward and neither realized how much until the back of Elsa’s thighs hit the bed. Anna’s leg was between hers and Elsa had to pull away to breathe.

Unfortunately this caused her to fall back, splaying her hair across the bed. Elsa looked up in surprise and the gaze that met hers was anything but innocent.

“Elsa,” the rasp in Anna’s voice sent shivers straight to her core.

Elsa didn’t have a lot of experience but she knew where this was going, “wait Anna, thi-“

“I did thirteen years of waiting Elsa,” Anna’s hands slid up Elsa’s waist and the blond bit down on her lip to keep from gasping.

“Not tonight, Anna. Please.” Elsa felt her own conviction waver as Anna’s hands climbed further, but this was much faster than she’d ever imagined and what if they were making a mistake? Elsa had to be sure, and she couldn’t do that in her current position.

Anna’s hands dragged back down across her hips and a whine escaped the perfect lips that Elsa longed for, “It would be so good though, Elsa.”

The thumbs rubbing circles into her thighs left Elsa speechless, Anna rested her head against the icy gown Elsa wore and sighed. Every breath she let out ghosted over Elsa like a hand.

“Anna.” She glanced up and felt Elsa pull her up. Anna smiled and clambered up until she could drag Elsa onto the pillows.

“You’re not getting out of this you know.” Anna huffed against Elsa’s lips.

“I don’t want to.”

Anna smiled and pulled Elsa closer. She wouldn’t do anything to make Elsa uncomfortable, but the heat resting between her thighs was far too great to deny.

Luckily, Elsa couldn’t really control her ice gown while asleep and Anna woke up delightfully wet in more than one way.

The Playing Card Theory


Due to the love and questions I received following my Playing Card Theory [Here], I decided to look deeper and analyse more thoroughly. 



In S3E3, ‘Kingdom Of The Blind’, Caleb goes to visit Mona, where she is seated at a table playing cards, where they have a significant conversation;


Mona says, “My Uncle Ned taught me solitaire, he said as long as I had a deck of cards I’d never be bored. He taught me eight stages, twelve sleeping maidens, blondes and brunettes but I like Klondike the best, I like the way it looks, don’t you?”

 

Caleb replies, “Yeah. You’re big on games.”

This links to the motif of game-playing, which occurs throughout the series, and we can assume links to the whole idea of ‘The A Game’. This is a reason why I believe Mona’s deck of cards [that she continuously plays with at Radley] is so significant when speaking about ‘The A Team’, especially considering that we know Big A stole the game from Mona while she was at Radley. 



Because I was so excited about the playing-cards concept, I looked a little into Klondike. Klondike is probably the best known form of ‘Solitaire’, or ‘Patience’ as it can be referred to. The term ‘Patience’ makes me believe that Mona was intentionally sent to Radley as a part of the A game, as Mona tells Caleb that playing with cards helps her ‘pass the time’. This makes me think that Mona was always meant to go to Radley, and she was just passing the time until she could leave again- she was taking order from someone higher up than her, and we can’t forget Red Coat visiting Mona at the end of 2x25, ‘unmAsked’, suggesting that Mona was acting on orders given by a higher-status member of ‘The A Team’. 


What I found interesting about the game of Klondike is that it is obviously a solitary game; you don’t need other players, you are completely in control of the game, relating to A’s need for control/playing God. Mona mentions that she likes the way the game looks; it is very neat and ordered, once again reminding us of the OCD that a lot of the A team seem to have. (Ahem, Wren) 

The game also places a lot of emphasis on ordering the cards, backing up my playing card theory in which I mentioned the A-Team being ranked like playing cards, each being assigned their own title.

 Later, we see Mona laying in her bed, holding the Queen of Hearts

We know in terms of playing cards, this ranks her third; the King is above her, and the Ace above the King. But the Ace is interchangeable; the Ace can also be the lowest card in the pack, reinforcing the idea that Uber A/the Ace was once a nobody/at the bottom of the chain and has risen to the top, much like Mona did before. 

As I said in my playing card theory, we can assume that Toby and Shana are in the rankings below Mona; Jack, Ten, Nine, Eight, Seven, Six, Five, Four, Three and Two are all available, but where do these two fit in? Who else can be placed in these rankings?

I was also intrigued by the emphasis on the ‘hearts’ suit; why not clubs, spades or diamonds? When Mona is laying in bed, she is singing, ‘In The Eye Abides The Heart’, so I looked closely at the lyrics, because why not? 



In the eye abides the heart.
Every pure and tender feeling,
All emotions worth revealing,

Through the eyes their charm impart.
Words are often clothed in guile;
For the lips with fear my falter:
E'en confiding smiles may alter
Oh! believe not in a smile!
Refrain:
Tis the eye unveils the heart.
Every pure and tender feeling,
All emotions worth revealing,
To the eyes their glow impart.
2. If thy bosom heaves a sigh
For a fair and cherished maiden,
Though her voice with love be laden,
Mark the language of her eye
There each impulse of her soul
Beams for thee in truth and candor;
There her secret passions wander,
There remain beyond control.

Refrain:

So there was a lot of references to the heart, soul, emotions and feelings, leading me to believe that the choice of ‘hearts’ as the suit for ‘The A Team’ is a reference to A having a soul/heart. It could be based off some sort of love gone wrong story, or familial, platonic love. 

Side note: this song was originally composed by German composer Franz Von Kobell, and thanks to Tremolux’s genius, ‘Whats In A Name’ theory, any German reference screams out to me as  a Lucas clue (he’s got to be involved somehow).



So I looked closely and the main message of the song seems to be that words can deceive you, but you tell a person’s heart and soul through their eyes. At first, I thought the song was just about A, but when analysing the second verse, I realised that the song could also refer to Alison; ‘fair and cherished maiden’. This may state that Alison was an object of affection for Uber A/Ace or Charles/Big A/King. I would guess Charles, considering his love for Mona/Alison; ‘You’re my favourite” etc. The song suggests that Charles was possibly one of Alison’s many suitors, but it became clear that he was not her favourite, and she remained beyond his control. Charles being mentally unstable (as he seems to be) may have caused him to become obsessed controlling the uncontrollable [Alison], leading to the whole dollhouse situation.


There are several other references to playing cards throughout the show, most notably in 3A, which we know was when Big A ‘stole the game from Mona’. 



Firstly, in S3E5, ‘That Girl Is Poison’, Jenna throws an Alice In Wonderland birthday party. There are playing cards pictured everywhere, and this is interesting, firstly because this episode comes so soon after Mona first makes the cards important, and secondly because this is very much an ensemble episode, bringing back loads of the recurring characters. The waiters at this party were also using chess boards as trays (not sure how significant it is to this theory, but definitely backs up the whole ‘game’ motif)

In S3E7, ‘Crazy’, Mona is playing with cards once again when Aria goes to visit. She looks sideways at Aria and says, “Would you like to play a game?”. This could be interpreted as, “Would you like to play A game”, suggesting Mona is inviting Aria to play the A game/join the A team. [Please excuse me, I am a big believer in Aria is A theories and I just can’t help myself.] Mona is building a house of cards, and I even thought this could be foreshadowing to the building of the dollhouse. She says that with a good foundation, anything can be built, perhaps indicating that she laid a good foundation for the A game, and now it’s out of her control, anything can happen. It is interesting to note that the Jack is at the top of the pile, suggesting the Jack is the most active member. I’m going to take a guess right now and say Lucas or Toby; Lucas is seen to have been visiting Mona at Radley, whilst Toby is the next revealed A team member. Mona almost seemed to be teaching Aria the mechanisms and ranking of the A team through the house of cards, and the emphasis seemed to be much more on the ‘team’ as opposed to the solitary power suggested by the game of Klondike. Also, all of the ‘Ace’ cards were pointing towards Aria. I felt this episode was so significant I will probably do a whole other post on it, so stay tuned.



In S3E22, “Will the Circle Be Unbroken?”, we see Spencer at Radley, very much echoing Mona at the beginning of the season. We also know that this is the episode where Mona visits Spencer at Radley and subtly invites her [for the second time] to join the A Team. We know that Spencer agrees, but we also see her playing cards (mirroring Mona). She pauses to look at the Joker and smirks at it. From this, we can probably gather that Spencer is the role of the Joker in the A Team.  

In S3E13, “This is a Dark Ride”, Melissa and Wilden are both dressed as the Queen of Hearts on the Halloween train. This could indicate that Mona has either moved up or down in the ranking, losing her Queen status, OR a reminder that certain A team members may pretend to be each other. Either way it’s a cards reference, and means we can probably count in Melissa and Wilden as appearing somewhere in the ranking.






Links to Wren (Charles suspect no.1)


King of Hearts- Wren has had romantic ties with Spencer, Hanna and possibly Alison. He was also romantically linked to Melissa on and off, who once wore the Queen of Hearts costume- King and Queen?

His surname is Kingston. Coincidence? Don’t think so.


Wren appears frequently in 3A, considering he only pops up every now and gain. He is also a very important connection to Radley, linking him to when (and where) the playing cards become significant, which is also the time that Big A/Charles steals the game from Mona.

He knew Mona at Radly; he and Mona have a connection. It seems complex, and manipulative on both ends.

In reference to Mona’s song in 3x3; I think of Wren especially in context to this, knowing that his family (and possibly himself) have a history of mental illness, and could have been one of Ali’s suitors who was turned down in favour of another character such as Ian or Ezra. We also know he has a controlling nature due to his OCD, and we know Big A/Charles is controlling/OCD.


My top guesses for the playing card/A Team rankings so far:


Ace/Uber A: Aria? (I’m sorry she’s still so suspicious and I love it)

King Of Hearts/Big A/Charles: Wren KINGston

Queen Of Hearts: Mona

Jack of Hearts: Toby

Ten of Hearts: Lucas (the jack and ten could be the other way around)

Joker: Spencer


Others who I suspect of being somewhere in the rankings but not sure what order:

Melissa, 
Shana
, Wilden, 
CeCe, 
Paige, 
Jason and 
Ezra


I hope I covered as much as possible with the playing cards, please let me know what you think!! (or if i missed anything and you would like to add something!)

[disclaimer; photos not mine.]

fist-first  asked:

Requests, eh? How about Pokeshipping with a protective Misty. Is that too vague?

Five years, three months, twenty-nine days. That’s how long it’d been since she’d been here.

Usually her sisters were the ones to visit Indigo Plateau for the boring gym leader congregations and meetings, though that was mostly in part due to the fact that making connections with people like Erika and Elesa were good for their modeling careers.

But there was a reason that Misty had wanted to come to this one herself.

“It looks like Pikachu is in quite the pinch with Pinser having nailed him to the wall. He’s struggling valiantly but his electric moves won’t have much effect with the earth-like environment!”

Misty, who had paused mid-step at the mere mention of the electric mouse Pokemon, sighed and regained her stead. First things first, she knew; she had to get to the front counter and sign in. Then she had to go to her room and and put all her stuff down. And then, finally, she could head over to the Indigo stadium viewing box that was reserved for only gym leaders and champions.

“Miss Waterflower, right?” the friendly young woman behind the counter asked after reading her signature on the clipboard. “Great! I’ll give you your badge and room key - they’re on the same lanyard - and then you can head upstairs. You’ll be in room 411, so that’s the fourth floor, and then you just hang a left and keep your eye out for the fifth room on your right, okay?”

“Y - yeah, thanks.”

There were monitors up and down the halls of each floor with silent play-by-plays of the previous battles already taking place at this year’s Kanto championships. Most of them already had small flocks of people watching avidly, some commenting, others just cheering for which trainer they liked the best, mild moments of criticism; oh, that wasn’t a great Pokemon choice; wow, I don’t think they stand much chance with that terrain… Stuff like that.

The redhead wanted to ignore them. She was late enough as it was, seeing as the tournament had started almost a week ago. She’d already missed the first three qualification rounds due to all the time she had to spend convincing her sisters to let her go but…

Well, like she said before. She had to come to this one.

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Be Ok (1/2)

Summary: Kate realizes she likes Max, has gay panic, confesses anyway.
Rating: E
Notes: this was originally a headcanon post that ran away with me so I turned it into a fic. mostly a lof of fluff, GOOD kate feelings because she deserves to be treated as princess. This is going to be Chloe/Max/Kate endgame but I split it up into two parts in case you just want the Marshfield, which is what this part is.

It took Kate a while to come to the realization that she “like liked” Max.

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Surprise!

A lovely birthday scenario dedicated to a very special person that puts a smile on my face whenever I can’t seem to find one.^^ - Sun.

“1…2…3!” exclaimed Jin as they barged into Taehyung’s room, singing Happy Birthday to the dark haired boy whom was engulfed in blankets, sleeping warmly. With the singing louder, he slowly woke up, seeing all of his members gathered around him, Jin holding a cake and putting it on his lap. With the fire blurring his vision, he rubbed his eyes, smiling.

“Make a wish before the wax drops onto the cake,” said Jin. Taehyung nodded, closing his eyes, wishing for a certain someone to be here before blowing out his candles.

“Come out of bed so we can all eat the cake,” said Namjoon before Jimin took the cake, everyone leaving to the kitchen in order to drag the boy out of bed. Taehyung then reached for his phone, seeing that you left him a long birthday message at exactly midnight. He smiled widely at your message, chuckling at how cute it was although an empty hallow feeling washed over his heart. He soon replied with a cute thank you.

“Hurry up!” called Jungkook.

“I’m coming!” replied the older one as he hopped out of bed and walked to the kitchen, Yoongi handing him a fork as they all began to eat the cake.

“Did ______ send you anything?” asked Hoseok.

“Yeah. She sent me a really nice birthday text at midnight,” he answered nostalgically, missing you and wishing you were here. (Which happened to be his birthday wish.)

“You miss her?” asked Jin. Taehyung nodded, continuing to eat his cake.

“Don’t be upset. I’m pretty sure ______ tried to get here, but you know…family first,” said Jimin, getting everyone on board with today’s plan for Taehyung’s surprise birthday party.

“At least she tried to come here for my birthday, right?” Everyone happily nodded as they all placed their forks into the sink, leaving Taehyung to stare at everyone in confusion on why they decided to finish early.

“What’s going on?” he asked.

“We all have separate schedules today, so we’ll be out all day,” lied Jungkook as he put on his shoes.

“Really?” asked Taehyung a bit upset that his members were busy on his birthday.

“Don’t worry! We’ll be back by eight,” grinned Namjoon as he patted the younger one on the shoulder and soon, everyone left. Taehyung sighed loudly, moping back to his room and lying in bed, staring at his phone and soon sat up quickly to see that you had texted him back.

“Good morning! I’m glad you liked my text. Did they do anything special?”

Taehyung replied back quickly:

“They woke me up with loud singing and got me a cake. It was nice, but they soon had to leave because they had things to fulfill today.”

He awaited for your text and you replied instantly, giggling as you got off your plane.

“Really? That’s upsetting to hear. But don’t let it get to you! I’m pretty sure they’ll finish early.”

Taehyung smiled softly and nodded:

“At eight. But you know, my birthday isn’t all that special.”

You rolled your eyes and looked up to see the rest of the guys happily waving at you. You waved back and retrieved your bags before meeting up with them.

“Whatever. Your birthday is always special because you can celebrate it with people you love. Now stop moping around and go for a walk or something! Get dressed nicely and you’ll feel better. I have to go now. Bye! I love you!”

Taehyung let out a playful scoff:

“Alright. I love you too.”

You placed your phone into your pocket and ran up to the guys, giving hugs before asking about what’s the plan for today.

“We’re going to go grocery shopping to prepare all of Taehyung’s favorite dishes, buy decorations, and keep him busy until eight. We can’t slack off and this has to be perfect. Not only that, we have to get gifts,” explained Jin.

“You haven’t bought him anything yet?” you asked.

“Sadly, no. Our schedule never allowed us to go and buy him a nice gift. And on this day, it was an exception. I can’t believe Taehyung is that gullible to believe that we were busy on his birthday,” said Namjoon as he grabbed your bag. You thanked him and you all began to leave the airport and decided to split into groups. You went with Jimin and Jungkook for decorations and helping them shop for the gifts while the oldest went to get another cake and food as well as the gifts.

“We meet at this location at eight. And if you see Taehyung or he texts you, IGNORE HIM OR HIDE,” said Yoongi. Everyone nodded and split up, making this the best birthday for Taehyung.

“Did you get him a gift?” asked Jimin.

“Aren’t I enough?” you joked, the two laughing, “but I did. I got him a nice jacket, a lion plush, and a card.”

“I think I’ll get hyung a lion plush and call it a day,” said Jungkook as you three continued to walk into the city.


Taehyung left the dorm, wearing a pair of black jeans with a simple gray sweater, paired with a black coat and black converse. He stared down at his phone, seeing it was now noon and wondering why everyone was ignoring him. Maybe they were that busy, but they always had a way to send a message back to Taehyung no matter what. And for you; you never ignored his text messages or phone calls for this long. You usually returned them at least an hour later.

Taehyung sighed, placing his phone into his pocket as he began to walk around the city, the cold crisp air flowing through his dark brown hair. He felt no different even if he did take your words to dress nicely and take a walk. What was the point anyway? He stopped and looked at the cafe windows and could’ve sworn he saw you. He quickly walked in, glancing around and shook his head, telling himself he missed you so much that he was now imagining you everywhere. He soon left and continue his walk.

“That was close,” you said as you got up from hiding under the tables and sitting in the chairs.

“We almost gave away our position,” said Jungkook as he saw Jimin walk over with the cake. Apparently, the oldest wanted them to get it.

“Let’s go,” said Jimin as he held the cake. You glanced at it through the clear plastic box, smiling to see how cute the cake was. It was specifically made this morning. It was a classic strawberry shortcake with fluffy white frosting and the decorations had strawberries and a little animated character on a stand, resembling Taehyung. Candles were tapped to the side as well.

“We just saw Taehyung, so he’s around here. We should be careful,” you explained to Jimin as you all left the café, heading to the party decoration store, pulling out your phone to see many text messages from Taehyung and one from Jin explaining what you needed to get.

Taehyung found himself walking to the Han River. He sat on the bench and took out his phone, seeing no new messages. He stared up at the water and then at the bright blue sky. The weather spoke differently while his mood was the opposite.

“Happy birthday to me,” he muttered, eyes lost among the sea of clouds and soon his vision faded as he found himself slipping from reality to escape to a fantasy.

* * *

Taehyung woke up to the low melody of his phone until he jolted up, seeing 15 missed calls from Namjoon. He called back and rubbed his eyes, checking his watch that it was now close to eight.

“WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!” asked the leader in his booming voice.

“I fell asleep at the Han River,” he chuckled. Namjoon laughed at this kid, shaking his head.

“You idiot. What if someone robbed you or something?”

“They can’t rob much. I didn’t bring my wallet,” he simply answered, making Namjoon chuckle, running a hand through his hair.

“Can you go to the location I texted you?” he asked.

“Sure. Why?”

“BYE!!” Namjoon quickly hung up as Taehyung furrowed his eyebrows, wondering what was that about. He stood up, stretching before staring down at the address on his phone. And so, he began to walk there considering the location was fairly close to where he was.

“Is everything almost done?” asked Hoseok.

“Almost!” you answered, finishing the last bit of decorations.

“Okay, any minute now, he’s going to walk through that door. So, we should light the cake now and hide,” instructed Jin. You nodded and lit the cake, hiding behind the counter of the room. Jin stayed near the door to hear footsteps coming closer to the door. And soon, it did. He shushed everyone and turned off the lights, hiding behind the sofa.

Taehyung turned the door and found a dark room. As his hands found the light switch, everyone jumped out and yelled, “Surprise!” and you came out from behind the counter with his cake. His eyes brightened up and began to cloud behind tears of joy.

“Make a wish,” you said.

“But it already came true,” he whispered.

“What was it then?”

“For you to be here,” he shyly answered. Everyone cooed at him, causing his cheeks to blush as he blew out the candles. You set the cake down on the table and he hugged you tightly.

“I really thought you weren’t going to come,” he said.

“We all lied to do this for you,” you said as you ruffled his hair.

“Thank you,” he said to everyone as he bowed deeply. They then engulfed him with big hugs, you and Taehyung in the middle, struggling to breathe.

“Let eat! I’ve been waiting all day,” said Hoseok. Taehyung nodded as his birthday began. As everyone happily ate, Taehyung bought you outside of the room and gave another tight hug, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

“I can’t thank you enough for this day. Since you’re here…it’s perfect. Thank you,” he said, tears leaking out of his eyes. You lightly laughed at him, wiping his tears away.

“You’re welcome. You deserve a special day like this and I’m so glad you like it enough to cry,” you said. You both laughed and you soon grabbed his collar of his shirt, pulling him down slightly towards you before planting a soft and sweet kiss on his lips.

“Happy birthday, Taehyung.”

~End~

Happy birthday, Taehyung! You deserve all the happiness and love in this world. Please never stop smiling and being that crazy, weird, sweet, adorable person that everyone loves.♥