The limits of violence: why Toffee won’t be defeated through force alone.
In this analysis, I’ll talk about the fight against Toffee in “Starcrushed,” compare it to “Storm the Castle” and “Into the Wand,” and discuss the implications of this comparison. This will be the first of two analyses I have planned for the season two finale. The second analysis will discuss the finale’s contrast between Moon and Star and include a breakdown of the narrative structure of both episodes. (The number of analyses may change based on whether or not I notice anything new between now and then.)
Since “Starcrushed” is still fresh in all our minds, let’s first go all the way back to the season one finale, “Storm the Castle.”
“What the hell?!” Jughead jolted upright from his position on the blow up mattress, dangerously close to the ground. Archie followed quickly, falling out of his bed in a tangle of sheets and limbs.
“It’s my phone! It’s just my phone!” He shouted more to himself than to Jughead, they had both been woken up abruptly by the obnoxious ringtone coming from Archie’s speakers. “We connected my phone to my Bluetooth speakers last night, I must have forgotten to turn it off!”
Jughead put his hands to his ears as Archie fumbled with his phone, he was still half asleep and in his daze he couldn’t figure out how to turn it off.
“It’s just Betty, we were supposed to meet up this morning to pick up Veronica’s birthday present from the jewelers, I totally forgot! Will you turn this damn thing off!” He chucked his phone at Jughead, who caught it with surprising ease.
Rubbing his eyes, Jughead looked down at the phone, instantly stopping dead in his tracks. There on Archie’s iPhone screen was the most beautiful picture of Betty he had ever seen. She was in a simple tank top, her long blonde hair down and straight looking like it was made of pure silk, and the lightest red lipstick, the most amazing thing about the photo was that it seemed to capture her eyes shifting from green to blue, a sign that she was content and relaxed. He couldn’t stop staring.
“Dude what the hell? Is it broken? Why won’t it turn off, just answer it!” Archie moaned, throwing himself back onto his bed and burying his face in his pillow. Jughead cleared his throat as he tore his eyes away from the screen and pressed accept.
“Good morning! Geez, it took you quite some time to answer the phone. Wait? Is this Jughead? I recognize that voice anywhere.” She giggled into the speaker and he instantly felt his shoulders relax and any tension leave his body.
“You caught me, it’s just your friendly homeless teen, Archie said he’ll be there soon, he overslept. After you and Archie finish up, wanna grab a burger with the gang? My treat.” Jughead could practically feel her nodding excitedly , she wrapped up the conversation with a quick
“See you later Juggie.”
Closing the call Jughead stared at the picture Archie had assigned to her contact. He couldn’t get over this picture.
“When did you take this?” He asked the red headed boy.
“What?” Archie asked looking up from his pillow.
“This picture. When did you take this picture of Betty?” Jughead asked handing Archie his phone.
Archie stared at the screen for a second and smiled with a shrug
“I don’t know, last year maybe, I’ve really gotta update it, don’t let Betty know I have that one of her, she’d kill me. You should see the one Veronica has of Betty” Archie whistled lowly “smoking” he grinned at the beanie wearing boy and nudged him, Archie was the only one Jughead had told about his fairly deep crush on the beautiful blonde next door, at first it had been awkward but slowly Archie realized he just wanted his two best friends to be happy.
“Veronica has one too?” Jughead asked incredulously, how did he not know about this?
“Sure thing.” Archie threw on his letterman jacket and waved at Jughead promising to be home for Burgers at Pops. Walking over to the window he looked down and saw Archie running over to Betty and scooping her up in a hug as she shoved him away and flipped her ponytail.
What he’d give to be able to just hug her whenever he felt like it, he wanted to have pictures of her on his phone. He wanted to be the one she called up at eight in the morning. He knew Archie and Betty were just friends, both of them having clarified this to the group multiple times, but it didn’t ease the ache he felt when he saw her name pop up on Archie’s phone. Damnit, now he had no choice but to see Veronica’s picture of Betty .
The day passed slowly as Jughead worked on his novel and raided Fred Andrews snack cabinet, before he knew it Archie was calling for him from down the stairs.
“Come on Bro, burgers await. Betty’s already there with Veronica!”
Jughead nearly tripped down the stairs,
burgers and Betty?
Walking through the clear glass doors of Pops, he instantly spotted the honey blonde ponytail, it was almost like a halo calling him over. He slid into the booth right beside Betty as Archie plopped down beside Veronica.
“Hey.” She smiled softly at Jughead, he smiled back before asking
“Can I borrow your phone?”
Betty seemed taken aback for a minute but quickly recovered with a giggle
“I’m doing great, thanks for asking” she pulled out her phone and placed it in his open palm.
“Thanks” he smiled goofily turning to Veronica.
“Can I borrow your phone?” He asked, the same smile gracing his face
“Hey!” Betty started as Veronica hesitantly handed him her phone
“You are so weird” Veronica rolled her eyes with a smirk.
He quickly used Betty’s phone to dial Veronica, staring at the screen as a glowing image of Betty popped up.
“Oh god, that picture.” He heard her mumble from his right.
The picture was absolute sin, Betty’s tan skin glowing and her blonde hair left loose and wavy.
He had never seen “bed eyes” before but he knew now he would never be able to look into Betty’s bright green ones the same again, they were so sensual and seductive staring into the camera as she pouted, don’t even get him started on that Shirt. He wanted this picture and he wanted it now.
“Veronica took that at a sleepover, I was just being silly. I’ve asked her to change it over and over again.” Betty rolled her eyes, snatching her phone away.
Jughead had to stop himself from physically moaning as the picture disappeared from the screen.
“What’s up with your infatuation with phone pictures?” Betty asked questioningly.
Jughead looked up at her and shrugged
“I don’t have one of you, I’ve never even seen a picture of you, other than your school pictures.”
Betty smiled scrolling through her phone before handing it to him
“That’s you.” She giggled pointing to Jugheads name and the picture beside it. It was one she had taken a few months ago when they went to visit the national history museum, Jughead was beanieless and staring right into the camera, his hair messy and his eyes relaxed, if you looked close enough you could see the hint of a smile popping through
“It’s my favorite picture.” She whispered, close to his ear.
Jughead turned away from the phone and swallowed hard
“I still don’t have one of you.” He mumbled out, reaching to take her hand underneath the table.
Betty smiled softly, her eyes sparkling
“Well that just won’t do.”
And so two weeks later after Jughead had finally gained enough courage to ask the love of his life out on an actual date, Betty’s picture appeared on the screen of his phone on a Saturday morning at 8 o clock. It was a picture of the two of them actually, faces smooshed together in a goofy looking kiss. And when Betty got angry at him for never answering his phone his answer was always the same
Author’s Note: Hey guys! This is my entry for @winchester-writes Rose’s Birthday Drinking Challenge!! My prompt: Republic Tequila - “Y'know know, they’re all ‘Well…you gotta drink too.” it’ll be bolded in the fic. I hope you guys like it!!!
I’m not that much of a drinker.
Usually, it was Sam and I that had to drag Dean’s drunken ass back to the Impala after he made a complete idiot out of himself in front of the bar’s waitress.
It was never me.
But tonight was different. Especially when the feelings you’ve been harboring deep inside your core for the green eyed Winchester were finally reaching maximum overload.
(This week fic rec is an obvious example of “when I’m sad, I read famous/not famous AU. Bear with me)
Here In The Afterglow
, by @fondleeds
“If you hadn’t noticed, I don’t have many friends,” Louis whispers,
the blossom of insecurity in his stomach unfurling and clawing its way
into his throat.
Harry is silent for a long time, and then he speaks; a soft, slow uncurl that makes Louis’ stomach shake. “I’ll be your friend.”
-1970’s AU. In a tiny town in Idaho, Louis’ life is changed forever by the arrival of a curious stranger.
Larry Historical and High School AU (88k): amazing fic, very accurate in terms of History, well written with great characterization. LGBTQ themes and coming out, bottom Louis for the smut. And now I want to come back to SF.
Then We Talk Slow , by @letsjustsee :(…) A famous/non-famous AU in which Louis banters back and forth with
his new record company on Twitter, only to find out that Harry is the
man behind the tweets.
Larry famous/not famous AU (20k) : okay let’s be real, I’m in love with this fic. I mean, all my fav tropes are here : famous/not famous, Twitter interaction, Tumblr fandom at their best, so much flirting, EVEN STEVE AOKI IS THERE. REad this now. Just do it. (bottom Louis for the smut)
Reduce Me To A Pleading Cry (Break The Skin and Tantalize)
, by @taggiecb : As the CEO of Styles & Styles, Harry Styles cuts a brooding
and handsome figure at the helm of a very successful business. His
reputation for intensity is well known, but you would be intense, too,
if you had to work numbers all day, give countless orders, and conduct
endless meetings. When all you really want to do at night–ache to
do–is give away the reins, let someone else make the decisions, be
ordered around for once, just–let go. Harry has reached his breaking
point when one touch from a man whose very stance commands attention
leads him back to a place he thought he’d never return. Or Harry
is a broody submissive boss, Louis is a natural dom who works in the
mail room at Styles & Styles, Niall is a matchmaking oracle, and a
slender, dark haired man stands mute at the coffee stand encouraging
others to spill their secrets.
Larry BDSM and Boss/employee AU (33k) : Hooolllyyyy god. I’m not even usually in sub/dom fics. But this is something else, REALLY. Sub!Harry and Dom!Louis, awesome smut, and really great explanations about BDSM rules.
All the Lines We Cast Will Bring Us Home
, by @afirethatcannotdie:
Harry wakes to a series of tweet notifications.
@Louis_Tomlinson: Sooo excited to announce I’m going
on tour !! In America in 5 weeks and then coming back to the UK ! Get
tix here: bit.ly/LTonTour @Louis_Tomlinson: Gonna be siiiick !! “Niall!” he yells, running out of his room. “Louis is performing at the O2 in January. Niall, I have to go. Wait. Niall. Oh my god, we’re gonna see Louis Tomlinson’s bum.” AU.
The one where Louis is a famous singer, Harry’s a uni student obsessed
with his music, and sometimes things have a way of working out.
Larry famous/.not famous AU (10k), cute and fluffy, with Tumblr / Twitter themes. No smut.
Carried Away Like Butterflies
, by anonymous :
“Actually…” Liam said, scratching his chin absently. “I have a friend who is moving to London soon.” “Without anywhere to live? Who is it? Do I want them living in my home?!” “You met him at my birthday party. Harry, from Cheshire. Remember? Really tight jeans, curly hair down to here?” Realisation
dawned on Louis, staring at Liam who was gesturing round about his
nipples. Did he remember Harry? Did he remember Harry? He remembered
Harry’s square front teeth biting into his collarbone, and he remembered
Harry moaning, loud and obscene with no provocation. He remembered
Harry dropping to his knees at the edge of the bed and roughly pulling
Louis closer. He remembered, vividly, Harry’s lovely plump lips wrapping
around his- “Lou?” “Uh- what?” Louis said, startled. “Oh, yeah. Um, I think I remember him.” - It
was probably a huge mistake for Louis to let his former One Night Stand
move into his spare room, especially when said One Night Stand doesn’t
seem to remember him.
Larry Roomates AU (17k) : ahaha I love the plot so much !! so this is very funnt, with a lot of pining, so good smut (bottom Louis) and nicely done !
What do you mean he’s coming?
, by @mediawhorefics : When Harry accepted to be his sister’s Maid of Honour, despite
how non-traditional of a choice he was, he didn’t think writing a speech
for the wedding reception would be this hard. Now, not only does he
have less than two weeks left to find something moving and inspirational
to say, but Gemma just confided in him that her old childhood best
friend is going to be in attendance. The one who moved to LA and they
haven’t seen in fifteen years because he was too busy becoming an
Academy Awards winner. But hey, no pressure. It’s just Louis Fucking
Tomlinson. Harry is screwed.
Larry famous not famous and ex friends to lovers AU (15k) : so actor Louis and photographer Harry, a “long time no see” story, perfect for when you’re sad :) (no smut)
Stars and Boulevards
, by @cherrystreet :
They’d been friends for years, had known each other throughout middle
school and into high school, meeting in a music class on a sticky
September morning. They hit it off instantly, falling into one another
immediately, never looking back. Their friendship was comfortable,
genuine, safe, always there, achingly present and solid. Harry never
felt uneasy confiding in Louis, their one year age gap making Louis
somehow seem more worldly, more experienced, and even when Harry had to
look down at Louis, he still looked up to him. They spent the quickly
passing school years making each other’s homes their own, Harry’s mom
calling Louis her honorary second son, Louis’ mom giving Harry a similar
title, and everyone knew that if you wanted to find Harry, you had to
find Louis first.
Larry Uni and coming back together AU (6k): well written, with a BFF to lovers relationship is reaching the break-up point because … life and long distance. nicely done, with happy end, and barely smutty (bottom Louis)
Like Candy In My Veins
, by @littlelouishiccups :“Um…” Harry said slowly after a moment. “Okay. That’s… this is… Let
me get this straight.” He lifted up a hand and swallowed. “You told
your family that you have a boyfriend… and my name was the first one you
thought of?”“Harry Potter was on TV, alright? It wasn’t that much of a
stretch.” Louis pinched the bridge of his nose. He couldn’t believe he
was explaining himself to Harry fucking Styles. He couldn’t believe he
was stooping this low. “Forget it. I’m sorry I even thought about
bringing you into this.”Harry snorted. “What? Did you want me to pretend to be your boyfriend or something?”
Larry a/b/o and fake relationship AU (30k), add some hate to love, some amazing sisters, great smut (bottom Louis) and you’ll get an unconventional Christmas fic :p
A/N: THIS IS 7000 WORDS LONG, WTH! Hi babes, I know this took far too long but it’s here now. I was actually crying earlier thinking about how this is the ending, the final chapter, the last part. Thus far this is my favorite fic I have written. I wanted to thank @writing-obrien for helping me soooo much with this series. She’s always there when I need to bounce around ideas or get motivated or just talk. She is my best friend and I love her and this series would be nothing without her. I also wanted to thank everyone that has read this and loved it! I’m so grateful for you ! I think that all I have to say so thank you so much, I love you so much okay? bye !
Warning: Uhhhhh it wouldn’t be an ending without some smut right? There’s also so alcohol use so yeah.
Dear lovely anon, thank you so much! Here we go. Set in season 6.
a sunny Tuesday afternoon, the late sunlight glowing in your hair’
been planning it for months.
months spent running after shadows, as always, trying to escape ex-girlfriends,
not so common, and trying to find a way back to each other. He feels like maybe
that’s their thing, after all.
first it happens it’s messy and unplanned. Born out of pure relief; he’s alive,
she’s alive and he’s in his time, with her, giving him The Look and she doesn’t
believe a word he’s saying. His I love you is thrown away like the punch her
alter-ego directed at his cheek; still burning when he woke up. Just like her
‘oh brother’ stings, just deeper, more profoundly.
after that he plans. He doesn’t tell her when she asks him if he ever wants to
get out of the car. He doesn’t want to and maybe that’s why he jokes, doesn’t
say what’s really on his mind. I love you, he thinks, and I want to spend the
rest of my life doing this with you. Driving on a deserted highway in the
middle of nowhere, chasing answers to questions no one else even thinks about.
The rhythmic roll of the tires screeches I love you with every inch traveled.
The words never land on his tongue, though, and so he doesn’t tell her.
whispers I love you to her when she’s forced to share her hotel room and her
bed with him in Kroner, Kansas. She’s fast asleep, her even breathing never
once missing a beat. A perfect rhythm that he watches silently, guiltily if
he’s honest because he knows she hates it, feels embarrassed by it. Watching
her then he thinks of later, planning to tell her when the case is over. Look
at me, Scully, I don’t want to be like Holman. I can’t make the weather for
you, but I can tell you that I love you. He doesn’t, though.
comes and goes without a single I love you uttered. When Diana strolls into their
life, her feelings ever present on her face and her tongue, his plans are
crumpled up like a piece of paper, forgotten in his favorite pair of pants. He
thinks it still, sometimes, when Scully looks at him, raises her eyebrows and
questions his loyalty. I love you, he thinks, but can’t tell her because she
wouldn’t believe him anyway. She walks away from him, their shared trust
trampled under her heels as she leaves him standing there. He pushes his hands
in his pockets, empty, like his mind.
tells everyone but her that he loves her when they go undercover as a married
couple. My wife, who I love. My wife, who I adore. She rolls her eyes, thinking
he can’t see it or simply not giving a damn. He at least hopes it’s the first.
One night, while on the couch in a strange house, playing a role he hates opposite
the woman he loves more than anything else in the world, he decides that it’s
time. As soon as this is over, he promises. He’ll tell her. He’ll tell her he
loves her and she’ll believe him. He falls asleep before he can have any
doubts; when does Scully ever believe the same thing he does?
pass and his plans get derailed again. Gun-shot wound to the abdomen and he
loses his courage touching her hand, warm and steady. His gratitude of being
able to touch her, to see her there is greater than his need to tell her. She
wouldn’t believe him anyway, he thinks bitterly, as she tells him she’s fine
and to please stop babying her. His courage leaves him again a million times
over on a Monday that repeats itself again and again, like a bad, broken
record. Like that outcome, maybe it’s just not meant to be.
day is perfect. He leaves a message on her answering machine; he knows she
needs a reason for everything. A simple I want to spend time with you outside of
work and government conspiracies is not going to cut it. A birthday present,
either way too late or way too early, might put a smile on her face, lure her
out. He can’t stop grinning when she shows up, humors him and lets him hold
her. Her hair tickles him, her scent entices him as they stand close, molded
together for no other reason than wanting to be. It’s the perfect day. The
moment she makes contact, when her eyes watch the ball fly in amazement, just
watching, marveling, is there. I love you, I love you, I love you. He wants to
scream it into her ears, rather than say it, but instead he just grins against
her skin, takes everything he can have. He doesn’t say I love you, again.
it happens, finally, on an average Tuesday afternoon, they’re both tired and
sticky. Having spent half the day in a rented car without air conditioning,
Scully furiously trying to tame her hair and Mulder giving up on his dress
shirt desperately and hotly clinging to his back, they decide to stop at a
diner. Order me something cold, Mulder, Scully lets him know before she makes
her way into the bathroom. He orders a coke and a diet coke with extra ice and
waits for her at the car, unwilling to go back in just yet. He absent-mindedly
plays with the straw, occasionally taking a sip, reveling in the sweet, cold
taste he knows will make him sweat even worse. Then she starts walking towards
him. Mulder lifts his head the moment he hears the cheap bell over the door ring.
It’s Scully, all right. She’s opened another button on her blouse, still
tasteful, still professional, and her face looks flushed, devoid of make-up.
Her hair, previously having stuck to her neck, gently flaps against her cheeks
now. Scully’s mouth opens as she walks towards him and he thinks she is going
to say something. But he wants to say it first. He could tell her about the
blazing color of her hair right now, how the late sunlight captures her color
perfectly, transforming it into a gentle fire, burning him. Waxing poetry,
though, that’s not what she needs. Or wants.
you look…” The words shoot out of his mouth and when she glances at him,
her hand reaching for her diet coke, he knows this is the moment. He couldn’t
have planned this. This is not how he wants to tell her, and yet this time, he
love you, Scully. I love you.” He repeats it as if saying it more than
once will make her believe it this time. She, however, cups her drink, captures
the straw and takes a sip. His heart beats, waits, beats again. Say it again,
he thinks, tell her you mean it, his mind demands.
know, Mulder,” Scully tells him and her voice is as gentle as the breeze,
as soft as the sunlight caught in her hair, “I love you, too. I was just waiting
for you to say it again.”
You shoved the door open and plopped onto the couch in the main sitting room of the Avengers Facility with a groan. This attracted the attention of the other Avenger in the room, Steve. “Hey, everything alright?” he asked, looking over to you.
“No,” you groaned, wiping your face, even though tears weren’t actually falling.
Steve frowned and came closer, sitting next to you. “What’s wrong?”
“My friends tried throwing me a birthday party, and it all went to crap,” you replied. “It took forever for us to get a table at the restaurant, then our waitress had an attitude. The attitude got worse when she got my order wrong and I asked for a replacement.”
You didn’t notice Tony enter the room until he spoke up. “Wait, you didn’t tell us it was your birthday!” he said.
“It certainly doesn’t feel like one,” you grumbled. “After we left, a truck drove by just in time to soak me. I had to go buy myself a new outfit so I wouldn’t be even more miserable.”
Steve put his arm around you in a comforting gesture. “We all have rough days, even if it happens to be on your birthday,” he commented.
“Okay, we’re going to have birthday party take two,” Tony stated dramatically.
“You don’t-“ you started to tell Tony.
“Too late. Text has already been sent out to the Avengers. They’ll be here shortly. I’ll get the booze.” He gave you a salute before leaving.
You were stunned. “So, I wasn’t expecting that,” you commented. “I should probably change into something nicer.”
“You do that, I have something to talk to Tony about,” Steve said. He got up before helping you up.
Shortly after, you were ready for another try for a party. You entered the common room, giving a polite smile to the Avengers that were there.
“Hey, birthday girl!” Wanda greeted, giving you a one-armed hug in greeting. “Tony told us to come.”
“I know,” you replied flatly. You looked around. There was a table set out with booze, which Natasha, Clint, and Sam were all talking around. Another table had snacks, Pietro already digging into the sweets.
“Happy birthday!” Thor greeted in his lack of indoor voice. Bruce gave you a smile and nod. Steve walked up to you, handing you a drink.
But one Avenger in particular was still missing. “Where did Tony go?” you asked Steve curiously.
“He’ll be back soon,” Steve replied. That didn’t answer anything. Though, it didn’t take long for him to return, arms full of boxes and bags.
“It’s not a birthday without presents,” Tony stated, setting the gifts down next to a chair.
“It can totally be a birthday without presents, but thank you,” you said. “Did you get all of these yourself?”
“Well, it was all my money, yes. But a couple of the others had suggestions,” Tony replied. “Sit, open the presents. I’m still waiting on the cake to be delivered.”
You sat down and looked at the pile of gifts. You didn’t know where to start. But a small, long box caught your eye. You picked it up. There was a little bit of a rattle. You opened it up, to find a beautiful necklace. It was in the shape of two joined hearts, with colored stones surrounding them.
“I picked that one out,” Steve told you, walking over. “It’s your birth stone.”
You grinned. “Thank you so much!” You said, jumping up to hug Steve. He chuckled and hugged back.
“I didn’t like seeing you so upset. I figured something as pretty as you would help,” Steve told you. You blushed as the other Avengers cooed.
“You’re so sweet. Mind helping me put it on?” you asked.
“Of course,” Steve replied, taking the necklace out of the box, putting it on for you.
“Why did you have to open that one first?” Tony jokingly complained. “Now the rest is going to look bad in comparison.”
“Shut up, Tony,” you jokingly scolded in return. “And thank you, my birthday is already loads better.”
It was so rare that you’d be
granted two days off in a row. You’d been working so much lately that you felt
blessed to have a day off period. And since you’d already promised to spend one
of those days with your beloved boyfriend Yoongi, you’d decided to spend the
other relaxing with a bit of retail therapy. With all the work you’d been doing
you certainly had the money for it, and it wasn’t like you got to shop very
Seoul had so many nice shopping
districts and you had been to a lot of them, but there was one that you hadn’t
gone to yet, and after spending most of the morning and afternoon there you
decided it was your favorite so far. You were so enthralled with the
experience, in fact, that you didn’t notice the darkening skies.
You stepped out of the makeup
shop with yet another shopping bag in your hands when a raindrop landed square
on your nose. You looked up and noticed the dark, rolling clouds as yet another
raindrop fell on your cheek. The wind was picking up, and the rain was coming
down much more steadily now– and here you were out in the middle of Seoul,
arms weighed down with shopping bags and no umbrella.
Seventeen going to Dino’s Birthday Party: A Dino Birthday Special
Episode 11: Where Seventeen tries to plan and prepare for Dino’s birthday by splitting up into their units to get things done.
A/N: I may or not have been trying to stall time to have this special posted as the 11th episode cause you know 11 feb is chan’s birthday haha okay im sorry my brain stopped functioning and it this special somehow ended up being episode eleven…
Jeonghan: “Okay children we need to do something special for my
baby! He’s finally turning 5!”
Scoups: “Um Chan’s gonna be 18 what are you talking about?”
Jeonghan: “We need FIVE candles for his cake, we need FIVE
presents, we need FIVE balloons, we need to buy five of everything because he
Joshua: “I love you Jeonghan but I think you have problems with
facing the fact that Dino is growing up…”
Hoshi: “I think it’s time to let go of that fact that he isn’t 5
years old anymore”
Vernon: “The last time I checked… Chan hasn’t been 5 years old in let’s
see… about THIRTEEN YEARS?!?!”
Jeonghan: “My baby is FIVEEEE!!!”
Seungkwan: “This is absurd, you guys didn’t do anything for my
birthday… this is unfair! WHAT IS THIS INJUSTICE?!”
Seungkwan: “I TURNED 18 BEFORE THAT CHILD DID”
Jeonghan: “HE IS A BABY NOT A CHILD”
The8: “Your birthday passed?”
Jun: “I thought Seungkwan’s birthday’s in December”
Woozi: “No that’s Joshua’s birthday”
Jun: “Then when’s Seungkwan’s birthday?”
Vernon: “No cursing on Dino’s birthday it’s bad luck for the
Jeonghan: “You mean birthday baby”
Seungkwan: “Who cares?!?!?! It’s Dino that’ll have bad luck NOT ME
and my birthday for your information is in January!”
Woozi: “No one asked for when your birthday was”
Seungkwan: “UGH fine and anyway Vernon you curse all the
Vernon: “Gangsta-sol rests on birthdays, on birthdays I sing happy
songs and give presents”
Joshua: “That sounds more like Santa Claus”
Jeonghan: “Okay attention to the less beautiful human beings,
please gather before me”
Wonwoo: “Is hyung the birthday party planner?”
Jun: “Yeah he thinks no one can do a better job than he
Jeonghan: “Okay so we are going to split up into our units to split
the tasks, the hip hop unit will be going to buy the cake and present, the
vocal unit will be decorating the house and the performance unit will be
stalling time and making sure that Dino doesn’t come home”
Mingyu: “Why do we have to do the errands? You always give us the
tougher ones…” *pouts*
Jeonghan: “Because Dino is my baby and Jeonghan the Angel says
Jeonghan: “and also because my hair is superior”
Scoups: “Don’t fight with Jeonghan, you’ll never win if he brings
his hair into the fight”
Mingyu: “Fine but we are stopping by KFC before we come home”
Scoups: “Okay deal”
Mingyu: “and also the famous bakery”
Scoups: “Alright, we have to get Chan’s birthday cake anyways”
Mingyu: “and the candy store!”
Scoups: “I guess we can get Chan some candy for his birthday
Mingyu: “AND AND AND the pancake and waffles cafe!!”
Wonwoo: “Um Mingyu I think you are getting too carried away…”
Scoups: “… It’s okay if we have a slight detour right?”
Mingyu: “AND POPCORN!”
Scoups: “Now you’re just being greedy”
Jun: “Is this your birthday or Dino’s?”
Seungkwan: “You mean mine since y’all never even bothered to
Mingyu: “NO it’s MAH birthday since I’m gonna get some cake!”
Seungkwan: “BACK OFF MINGYU ITS MY BIRTHDAY”
Mingyu: “OH YEAH? WE’LL SEE WHO GETS TO BLOW OUT THE CANDLESSSS!!!”
Jeonghan: “SHUT UP ITS MY BABY’S BIRTHDAY! DON’T YOU BOTH DARE RUIN THIS
FOR HIM OR ELSE I WILL SKIN YOU TWO ALIVE AND SELL YOUR SKINS AND USE IT AS MY
*on the way to the toy shop with the hip hop unit*
Mingyu: “I hate Seungkwan… he’s trying to steal my birthday…”
Scoups: “Okay ONE, your birthday is in April. TWO, it’s neither yours nor
Seungkwan’s birthday, it’s DINO’s. THREE, we are already going to all the
places you want to go so plea-“
Mingyu: “OHHH CAKE!” *runs to the bakery’s display window”
Scoups: “annnnddd I guess we’ll be buying Chan’s birthday cake first
Mingyu: “CAN I EAT IT?”
Vernon: “No, it’s just for display, it’s not even real, it’s just made
out of styr-“
Vernon: “Mingyu you can’t eat Styrofoam!”
Mingyu: “IT’S CAKE I’M GONNA EAT IT!”
Vernon: “IT’S NOT!” *attempts to take the display cake away*
Mingyu: “GET YOUR OWN CAKE VERNON THIS IS MINEEEEE!!!”
Vernon: “I DON’T WANT YOUR DUMB ASS CAKE I’M TRYING TO SAVE YOUR LIFE
Mingyu: “IF YOU WANT TO SAVE ME THEN YOU SHOULD LET ME EAT THIS CAKE SO
I WON’T DIE OF STRAVATION!”
Mingyu: *takes a bite*
Vernon: “Oh my god”
Mingyu:*chokes and collapses*
Scoups: “I knew this was going to happen someday”
Wonwoo: “Someone save Mingyu!!”
Vernon: “Okay hang on, let me google how to save someone who is choking
Wonwoo: “Are you serious with me now?”
Vernon: “Why am I not getting any reception?!?!” *hits phone*
Mingyu: *coughs out white foam*
Wonwoo: “COUPS HYUNG!!!”
Scoups: “Hold on, hold on, I’m buying Dino’s cake, if I don’t buy it
Jeonghan will either nag at me every single day until my ear bleeds and I die
because of excessive bleeding or he will just take a knife and stab me until I
die. And just between you and me, I think I rather have the latter”
Wonwoo: “But if you don’t do something now, MINGYU’S GONNA DIEEEE”
Scoups: “YEAH YEAH GIVE ME A MOMENT WONWOO”
Wonwoo: “AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO CARES ABOUT MINGYU?”
Vernon: “okay for once google was useless”
Wonwoo: “HELLO IS THIS THE HOSPITAL MY FRIEND IS CHOKING ON STYROFOAM
CAN YOU- WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT IT ISN’T AN EMERGENCY? HELLO? HELLO??? THIS IS
AN EMERGENCY DID YOU JUST HANG UP ON MY CALL???!!!”
Wonwoo: “Yes Mingyu?” *crying*
Mingyu: “I-I don’t think… I’m going to make it…” *chokes*
Wonwoo: “Don’t say that! You’re gonna live! I won’t let you dieeee!”
Mingyu: “Wonwoo…. If I die…”
Wonwoo: “Yes?” *cries harder*
Mingyu: “Please bring lots of food to my funeral”
Wonwoo: “Anything for you Mingyu, I’m sorry you had to leave this way…”
*hugs gyu tightly on the floor*
Wonwoo: “NO MINGYU OMG DON’T DIE ON ME! THERE WERE SO MANY THINGS THAT I
HAVEN’T TOLD YOU! YOU CAN’T LEAVE ME!”
Mingyu: “G-go-goodbye Wonwoo….”
Wonwoo: “I can’t believe… he’s…. gone….” *SOBS*
Scoups: “Oh look, they sell donuts here too”
Mingyu: *gets up* “WHERE?!?!”
Scoups: “Just joking, alright boys let’s go”
Mingyu: “B-but I came back from the dead for donuts….”
Vernon: “They said to wait for the person to cough first and if the
person’s nails and lips starts to turn blue then you can stand behind the
person and put your arms around his waist and make a fist with your hand and
place it above his navel and then- “
Scoups: “He’s not choking anymore Hansol…”
Wonwoo: “My life is a lie”
*meanwhile at the dorm with the vocal unit*
Jeonghan: “I’m going to blow up the balloons, Joshua and Woozi, you two
will hang up the banner and posters, DK and Seungkwan can you set up the
Karaoke set and games?”
Joshua: *grabs banner from the floor*
Joshua: “Woozi can you stop lying on the sofa and help me with this
Joshua: “I’m waiting for you Woozi….”
Woozi: “Yeah continue to wait then”
Joshua: “Woozi I can’t hang this banner up alone!”
Woozi: “I’ll come help you as soon as Jeonghan cuts his hair”
Joshua: “That’s never happening…”
Woozi: “And so is me helping you hang that banner” *smiles*
Woozi: “I’m very glad we had this talk Joshua” *pats Joshua on the back
and walks into bedroom*
Joshua: “Well first he forgets about my existence in the vocal unit and
DK: “What games did Jeonghan hyung write down?”
Seungkwan: “According to this list…. We’re gonna play… hide and seek,
musical chairs… and pin the tail on the donkey?”
DK: “What is this? A kid’s party?!”
Seungkwan: “DID YOU FORGET THAT HE THINKS DINO IS FIVE?”
DK: “In that case, that donkey better not be me”
Seungkwan: “That actually… doesn’t sound too bad” *evil plots*
DK: “Oh you know what? We should set up the Karaoke set first” *takes
console out of the dusty box*
Seungkwan: “EW THE DUST”
DK: “It’s grosser than Mingyu’s snot bubbles”
DK: “Yeah you don’t want to know Kwan… you don’t want to know…”
Seungkwan: “Okay question”
Seungkwan: “Do I plug in the pink, blue or yellow plug into the TV?”
DK: “That’s a good question…. You know what? Let’s just try it all”
Seungkwan:*plugs the blue one in*
Seungkwan: “Nope not the blue one” *yanks it out*
Seungkwan: “Pink one?”
TV:*sparks up and makes hissing noises*
Seungkwan: “OKAY OKAY HOLY CRAP ITS NOT THE PINK ONE!!!” *unplugs pink
Joshua: “Hannie…. Can you get Woozi to do something? I still haven’t put
up any posters”
Jeonghan: “Jihoon! Can you put up ONE poster please?”
Jeonghan: “I see that you haven’t cleaned up your room since a week ago
when I told you to, and also you haven’t been writing or composing any songs
what have you been doing in your room? It’s becoming a pig sty, oh god have you
been eating pizza in this room?! I told you to clean it up-“
Woozi: “Okay! Okay! what do you want me to do?!”
Jeonghan: “Help Joshie with the posters”
DK: “ALL DONE”
Seungkwan: “LETS SEE IF ITS WORKING PROPERLY THEN” *switches it on*
DK: “Won’t Jeonghan scream at us?”
Seungkwan: “Oopsy too late” *clicks song*
DK: “PICK ME PICK ME PICK ME PICK ME PICK ME UP!”
Seungkwan: “I WANT YOU TO PICK ME UP!”
DK: “PICK ME PICK ME PICK ME PICK ME PICK ME”
Seungkwan: *dances to Pick Me*
DK: “I WANT YOU TO PICK ME-”
Seungkwan: *lets go of microphone and hits the TV screen*
DK: “Omg you broke the TV Seungkwan BOO”
Seungkwan: “I said sorry!”
DK: “NO you said oops”
Seungkwan: “Well oops means sorry!”
Seungkwan: “DID YOU JUST PUSH ME?”
DK: “I said oops which means sorry”
Seungkwan:*pushes seokmin making him knock over a glass over water and
spilling it onto the karaoke console*
DK: “They are gonna freak out, both the karaoke console and the TV are
Seungkwan: “Well it’s not our fault… it’s Jeonghan’s for putting two
irresponsible kids to such difficult tasks”
DK: “Now the problem is… how and where shall we hide this?”
DK & Seungkwan:*looks at each other
DK & Seungkwan: *quietly turns the tv off and
puts everything into the store room*
Joshua: “What the heck is that?!”
Woozi: “A dinosaur poster with Michael Jackson’s head on the Dinosaur’s
body, I call it Michael Roarson”
Woozi: “Dino likes Michael Jackson and he likes dinosaurs, so why not combine
it into one and it’ll be the best poster of the century!”
Jeonghan: “You’re gonna give the child nightmares”
Woozi: “Yes! It’ll finally scare him enough so he’ll stop talking about
Michael Jackson and I can sell them away and make tons of money, now step two
of my plan is to find out where Chan keeps his limited edition MJ items”
Jeonghan: “Did you say something Jihoon?”
*meanwhile with the performance unit*
Dino: “Where have you guys been???”
Dino: “You three said you wanted to watch this movie and told me to go
buy it at 8 in the morning and which by the way only opens at 10am, I waited 2
hours just to get the ticket and another 2 hours for you all to walk HERE!!”
Hoshi: “Sorry Chan, we were busy listening to Jeongh-“
The8: *elbows hoshi*
Hoshi: “I mean listening to Jeonghan talk about his hair” *awkward
The8: “How about we treat to popcorn and snacks”
Hoshi: “You know since its your b-“
The8:*steps of hoshi’s feet*
Dino: “My what?”
Hoshi: “Owwieee Minghao!”
The8: “Sorry I thought I saw a bug and I wanted to kill it”
Dino: “Hyungs… you are acting weirdly…”
Jun: “My boy, when have you not seen us act normally?”
Dino: “You have a point there”
The8: “Dinosaur gummies for Chan!” *hands him a packet*
Dino: “I DON’T KNOW WHAT IS BETTER, THAT IT’S GUMMIES OR THAT IT’S
SHAPED LIKE DINOSAURS” *hugs packet*
Hoshi: “Can I have one?”
Hoshi: “Selfish brat I bought that for you! Do you think you’re the king
just because its your bir-“
The8:*pours his cup of coke onto hoshi*
Hoshi: “AHHHHHHH IT’SSS COLLDDDDD”
The8: “Oops it just slipped out of my hands”
Hoshi: “Onto my head?!?!”
Jun: “Okay Chan let’s just leave the two weirdos out here and let’s go
watch the movie, if anyone asks you, you don’t know them”
Dino:*nods head like a lil’ child*
*in the theatre*
Jun: “Do you feel cold chan?”
Dino: “Yes” *pouts as he chews on his gummies*
Jun: “Okay you can use my jacket” #mama jun mode on
Hoshi: “I’m cold too! Why isn’t anyone asking me if I’m cold?”
The8: “Because no one cares”
Hoshi: “UGH it’s not like you care about chan either, you’re just giving
him special attention today because it’s his damn birt-“
The8:*whacks hoshi with his chocolate bar*
Hoshi: “OW MINGHAO!”
The8: “I can do this all day hyung”
Hoshi: “I miss Woozi…” *sobs*
*halfway through the movie
Dino: “Stop pushing me hyung!”
Hoshi: “Hush it child”
Dino: “Why are we going back to the dorm? We didn’t even get to finish watching the movie!”
Dino: *opens door*
Dino:*jumps in shock*
Dino: “I can’t believe you did all of this for me! A dinosaur cake
oh my god, dinosaur balloons…is… is… is that a dinosaur poster with a
michael jackson face on top of its body?!”
Jeonghan: “Erm… *looks at poster* … yes?”
Woozi: “I did it, you better be happy”
Dino: “I l-love it” *fake smiles*
Mingyu: *chokes and coughs out white styrofoam*
Dino: “Is…. Mingyu okay?”
Wonwoo: “Don’t ask Chan, some things are better left unknown”
Scoups: “I got you your cake do you like it?”
Dino: “YES it’s a giant dinosaur! Can I eat his head please?”
Joshua: “Hello Chan please look at the banner that I put up ALL BY
Woozi: “Joshua can you stop yelling, I’m just next to you. I’m not deaf”
Previous installment:Eggs (Attack of the Pregnancy Brain!)
November 23rd, 1950
“Happy Thanksgiving, Frasers!” Marian Harper sang out as she opened the door.
“Happy Thanksgiving,” we chorused in return, arms full of Bree and wine and basket of lemon meringue pie.
“Oof, come in out of the rain,” she clucked, ushering us into the warmth of her cozy foyer. “Though I guess we should thank our lucky stars it’s only rain, not the blizzard they’re getting down south!”
“Oh, aye,” Jamie agreed, deftly extricating Bree from her raincoat while still holding her. “Made it a bit slow-going on the drive over, but much preferable to snow.”
“And the rain’s good luck for Miss Bree! Happy BIRTHDAY, sweet pea!”
Thus addressed, Bree giggled and lurched forward into Marian’s arms, surprising all of us.
“Glad to see she’s finally getting less intent on clinging only to Mama and Da,” I laughed.
Jamie helped me out of my coat and sweetly kissed my cheek as we followed Marian into the living room. “I suppose being properly two years of age makes a difference, after all!”
Earlier that day
“Our wee lass doesna appear to be verra sensible of the grand occasion, Sassenach.”
I wiped my hands and turned quickly from the stove (which YES, I’d managed to turn on, thank you very much), beaming. Sure enough, Bree seemed about as interested in festivities as the average boulder. She had both arms around Jamie’s neck and was making it quite clear she was not in the mood to be up and about.
“Well, I suppose she doesn’t remember her last one, little as she was,” I conceded, coming close to tickle Bree lightly in the side. “Guess what, lovey-dove? It’s your BIRTHDAY!”
The dramatic excitement in my tone made her bolt upright at once, hair wild: curlywig to end all curlywigs. “S’bird-day?” she demanded.
“Yes, baby, it’s your birthday!”
“What-is ‘at, Mama? Mama?” She continued to screw her face up at me in concentration as Jamie buckled her in to the high chair. “What-IS ‘at, bird-day? Mama? Mama, what?”
“It means ,” Jamie offered, settling next to her and putting out one of his hands for hers, “the day you were *born,* a leannan.”
“What-is-it, ‘borrnd,’ Daddy?”
“It means the day God gave ye to Mama and me,” he said patiently, “So, it’s a verra special day, aye?”
“What-is-’at?” she said immediately, lacing her fingers together and flapping them about. “Daddy, dinna kennit. What is-’at ‘spedchill’?”
Jamie sighed, love and exasperation so perfectly mingled in that way unique to parents. “’Special’ means…the verra best. Just like you, sweet wee cub.”
“See my-dese jammies?” she chirped, changing direction with lightning speed. “Dey’re porpoor, Daddy, see’um?”
“Aye,” he laughed, “I see, a leannan.”
She pulled at the fabric of her top. “Dey’re spedchill?”
“Aye, those are verra SPECIAL purple Jammies,” he said, meeting my eye and trying not to laugh.
“Your birthday,” I said significantly, walking over to them with Bree’s breakfast held high, “is the day where Mama and Daddy talk about how JUST how much we LOVE our Bree.” I bent and latched onto her sweet, dimpled cheek in a huge, long mmmmmm-ing kiss and Jamie came in to do the same on the other. Bree, caught between us in a smooch sandwich, was giggling so hard she was fit to choke.
“Those are your first presents,” I said pulling back. “Two kisses for your second birthday. And here’s the next!” I slid the plate onto the tray in front of her for inspection.
“Sassenach….That is…” Jamie looked up at me with the queerest expression on his face. “…the *Cutest* thing I’ve ever seen.”
It was little more than a circle with two lopsided ears, but I’d embellished a snout with banana slices and chocolate chips for nose and eyes, and powdered sugar to top things off.
Yes, it was fairly bloody adorable.
Bree squealed. “Issa—Lookint-’im-that-wee BEAR, Daddy!” She hooted in delight and then began promptly to demolish said wee bear.
“You’d best slow down, mo chridhe!” Jamie laughed. “He’s going to roar in your tummy for gobbling him up so fast!”
Bree’s mouth was so full she couldn’t reply, but there came a happy, muffled *mmphurr!?!* that signified her excitement to see this play out as soon as humanly (bearly?) possible.
“So neither of you have ever had Thanksgiving before?” Tom asked as he poured Jamie a glass of wine in the sitting room.
“No, indeed!” I settled back onto the sofa with a cup of tea. “A singularly American holiday, this one.”
Tom furrowed his brows. “But you were here stateside last year too, weren’t you, Claire?”
“Oh, yes, well….Yes, but I wasn’t in the going-out frame of mind, to be honest.”
“It was a different life, before you came back, Jamie,” Marian said knowingly, beaming from the floor, where Bree was sitting on her lap playing with her birthday present from the Harpers. “We’re glad you did.”
“As am I, a nighean,” he said warmly to her, then met eyes with me. Glad doesna even begin to express it.
It would have been a thoroughly lovely moment, except morning sickness had come a-calling with a VENGEANCE today, and I had to close my eyes while yet another urge to vomit abated.
Jamie noticed and made as if to come to me, but just then, the doorbell rang, followed almost immediately thereafter by Della O’Malley running head-on into Jamie and nearly spilling his wine as she barreled around the corner. He managed to catch her with his free hand, and she looked as though he’d hung the bloody moon. “Hi, Mr. Fraser,” she said breathlessly, gazing up into his face.
“Happy Thanksgiving to ye, Miss Della.” He kissed her hand, which sent her into paroxysms. Jesus H. Christ, the girl needed a cold shower, pronto.
Thankfully, though, it seemed her glow wasn’t *entirely* due to infatuation with Jamie. “Claire! Claire, guess what?” she said, bouncing in my direction.
“Peter asked you to go steady?” She’d been talking about this boy for weeks, it was about time he made a move.
“YES!!!” she squealed, thudding into a chair next to me. “Can you BELIEVE IT!??!”
“Wine, Claire?” Tom said, coming over with a glass.
“Oh, no, thank you.”
“No, thank you, Tom, I’m all—” Good Heavens, I nearly burped in the poor man’s face, but managed to choke back the wave of acute nausea and croak, “—
all set with my tea.”
I could have sworn Marian gave me a suspicious look, but thankfully, Jamie came to my aid. “So, from what I gather, the festivity centers around coming together and eating in a spirit of gratitude. But that’s about all I ken of it. Is there more?”
I had told him the story earlier that morning, in fact, but I was grateful for the diversion while Tom gave the Proud Son of Massachusetts recitation of the Thanksgiving tale.
Jamie nodded in approval. “Thanks be to God for the kindness of the native folk, then. I must say, I enjoy hearing tales of anyone that managed to fly in the face of the English crown—Sorry Sassenach,” he added with a grin.
“Does Scotland not belong to England?” Della asked, bewildered.
“Depends on who ye ask,” Jamie laughed. “Suffice it to say, there’s a reason the marriage between Claire and me raised no small number of eyebrows.”
“But you married anyway,” Della swooned, “how roMANTIC!!”
Jamie grinned and sat down next to me. “Verra romantic indeed.” He saw my pallor and squeezed my hand, speaking low so only I could hear. “Are ye feeling alright, Sassenach?”
“Bit queasy,” I admitted, resisting the urge to clutch my abdomen.
“Can I get ye anything?”
“No,” I whispered, squeezing his hand. “But thank you. Just have to wait for young Fraser here to settle down.”
He smiled and ducked his head, trying not to let the others see the direction of his tender gaze.
We had agreed not to announce the pregnancy until the three-month mark, as was customary. We knew better than anyone that tragedy could still strike after the first trimester, but had decided that for Brianna’s sake, at least, it was best to wait until the highest risk of miscarriage was past….even though acknowledging the possibility of losing another child sent claws of fear tearing at my heart.
But I’d carried one child safely; Lord willing, I could do so again.
Please, Lord, keep this little one safe.
Jamie wrapped one arm around my waist and pulled me closer. “I am thankful, today, ye ken?” he whispered.
“Oh?” I murmured back, looking into his eyes, curious, but already smiling from the tone in his voice. “Whatever for?”
“For ourdaughter. For you carrying her. Giving her life, this day two years ago. For—” His voice caught, just barely. “—For how ye went on living when ye didna wish to…” He gently touched my face. “For working as hard as ye do, at home and at the hospital….For being my wife. For….well…” He very discreetly touched my belly. “For our children. And for taking care of us in this new world”
I ran my hand down the side of his face, unable to speak as I kissed him. Come what might in 1951, never had I had a year in which there was so much for which to give thanks as 1950.
“I’m going to shrivel up and DIE from how much you love each other,” came Della’s tremulous threat. “Just you WAIT.”
This one gave me a little trouble because it’s really close to the artist one I’ve done in the past, but I did my best to make it unique.
The two of you usually hang out at his place, simply because there’s more room and he’s got a nicer setup for things like movies or gaming. When you’re not there, you go out.
You decide not to tell him because you want to surprise him with a gift; a painting of his LOLOL character.
In the meantime, you let him teach you about the game and even make your own character (it’s actually really fun?), and he’s so excited that it doesn’t take long for you to end up with top-notch gear like his.
When his birthday rolls around, you carefully wrap the two paintings you made and take it over to him, handing them to him in anticipation.
He unwraps them eagerly and gasps, his jaw dropping at both of them; one of his character standing majestically against one of his favorite backdrops in the game, and one of your character posing with his.
“They’re beautiful,” he murmurs, staring down at them. “Did you ask someone to paint them for you?”
You laugh, knowing this was likely to come up. “Nope. I painted them myself.”
His eyes widen and he just blinks at you a moment before setting them down and scooping you up into his arms, twirling you around once and placing a kiss on your lips.
“W-wow! That’s so amazing! You’re so talented, why didn’t you ever tell me? I can’t believe you managed to capture them both so well…” and he’s off, chattering happily about the pictures as well as your skill, making sure to state over and over again how amazed and proud he is of you.
“I’m going to show all of my friends how awesome of a girlfriend I have!”
You want so badly to impress him, to show him you’re worth his time, and so you tell him over the phone one day.
He says he’s impressed and that one day he hopes to see something of yours. So of course, you decide to paint something specifically for him to see.
What is the question, but the answer presents itself when he calls you one day after Jumin pressures him about doing a cat food commercial, and he mentions in passing that that he likes dogs.
When you get off the phone, you excitedly open your sketch pad, determined to find a dog you think represents him and paint it.
Then he hurts his ankle and you pour yourself into your work, hoping that the hints everyone but Jaehee have been sending about you possibly going to see him is true and wanting to have it done by then.
You barely finish in time, but you do. No sooner is the paint dry then you have to go.
The door opens to his apartment and you immediately hand him the canvas, holding your breath as he takes it, motioning you inside before looking at it.
“This is beautiful, but if I may ask, why this dog?” His eyes never leave the canvas and you can tell he’s just being curious, not rude.
“I wanted to pick a breed that I thought fit what I think of when i think of you. So I chose the Alaskan Malamute; handsome and strong.”
He carefully sets it down and pulls you into a hug, a gesture you happily return.
“Thank you, I love it. Your personality is reflected in the way you painted it: beautiful and kind.”
You start the painting of Zen as soon as you discover how hard she has it, thinking maybe it will at least let her know someone cares for her.
It doesn’t take much to get Zen on-board with the plan, and he digs up some super rare photos of him in past roles for you to choose from.
When it’s done, you hitch a taxi ride to where she lives, purposefully timing it to arrive when Zen does to give her the grinder.
It’s rolled up in a tube and stuffed in your backpack, so she has no idea you have anything for her.
Which means she looks even more surprised when you extract the tube and hand it over to her, softly saying you got her something, too.
She sits down her coffee and pops it open, unrolling it carefully once she pulls it out.
Her soft little gasp makes your heart feel like it’s going to burst.
Zen leans over to see which picture you chose, flashing you a smile and a thumbs up before making an excuse and leaving, so it’s just you and her.
There are tears in her eyes as she carefully rolls it up, placing it gently on her table. She stands and makes her way over to you and you stand as well, anticipating a hug.
You’re a bit surprised when she kisses you instead.
“Thank you,” she says softly when she pulls back, smiling at you. “Thank you for sharing your talent with me. It’s a beautiful portrait but… knowing you’re the one who made it makes it so much more special.”
He didn’t really know what you got up to at Rika’s apartment, and after moving in, he knew you repurposed one of the spare rooms, but he’s never really asked why in the few weeks you’ve been living there.
You leave the door open when you go in and he can hear music playing, but he’s never felt the urge to interrupt you.
Today is a little different in that he’d had a particularly rough day at work and is really needing some of your wonderful comfort. Normally he might be able to make do with Elizabeth the 3rd, but she’s nowhere to be found.
The door is cracked open but he knocks anyway, waiting to enter until your voice calls out for him to do so.
His eyes widen as he steps in, taking in the sight of you in your painting clothes standing before your easel, canvas in front of you and Elizabeth the 3rd sitting just beyond, posing.
You beckon him over and he strides forward, eyes wandering over various other things you’ve been working on. It’s all impressive. He’s impressed.
What you’re currently working on is a painting based off your engagement photo, except that you seem to be adding Elizabeth the 3rd in.
“I thought you might like something like this for at work or just to have around here,” you say, smiling sweetly at him, and he feels his spirits lifting higher already.
“I will happily take anything you paint and display it in my office for all to see,” he says seriously, running a hand over your cheek. “I love you.”
He finds out fairly quickly just by seeing you do it over the CCTV. It isn’t long after that you mention it offhandedly in chat, saying you’re not that good.
That’s a lie; even through the grainy lens of the camera he can see how careful you are, how beautiful it is.
He’s entranced and will often spend any break he has watch (or re-watching) you paint, because it’s so relaxing to him and you really seem to enjoy it.
He makes a joke in the chat room that you should paint him a picture of Longcat. Or Elly, although Jumin’s quick to shoot that one down.
You just tease him back, but he notices you shift the angle you work in, making it so he can’t see what you’re doing.
It’s not long after he’s forced to come to your apartment and you two get in a fight over whether or not you can be friends. When you confront him yet again -this time by throwing your arms around him- he wonders why you’re pushing so hard, but he is wearing down.
You disappear suddenly before returning with a painting; one of him, surrounded by cats - including Elly and Longcat.
That’s it, he’s gone.
It’s not quite completed and he asks if he can watch you work on it. You agree, of course.
“Babe, let’s go to the space station. I could spend the rest of my life with you, watching you paint.”
When he makes a passing comment about this being his last batch of photos to sell, you mention maybe you could try your paintings to see if they’d sell.
He gets curious and looks them up, while he can still see. Like him, you’re not widely known but you do have a following and he can see why; you’re fantastic.
It’s one of the things that helps you two bond. After everything happens at the ME headquarters and he miraculously survives, you help him paint as a way to still be able to express himself.
He can’t see well enough through the camera to take pictures anymore but he can still see the beauty of color, so he paints based on that.
He’ll never be good, not like you, but that doesn’t matter; in addition to the joy of it, he’s also falling for you.
“I’m so happy you were blessed with this talent; it’s what allowed me to grow closer to you.”
It takes a while for him to let you approach him after he’s rescued, but one of the first times you do is at his and Seven’s birthday party where you present him with a picture of the sky at dawn, filled with colors and clouds.
He loves it but he’s confused; why are you giving him anything?
“Thank you, but I- I can’t accept this,” he says, trying to give it back. “I don’t deserve a gift from you.”
You gently push it back toward him. “Please, keep it,” you reply and he’s shocked to see some hurt in your eyes. Did he do that? Again? “I made it for you.”
“You… made it?” You nod, and he stares down at it. It’s lovely, really, and holds a promise of the tranquility he’s never felt.
He admires you for painting, and is shocked when one say you ask if he wants to paint with you. “It might be good for you,” you say, as if he really needs the excuse.
But it is good for him; the action provided him with the calm he feels when he looks at the picture you made him, and he starts to do it often, even when you’re not there.
Christmas comes around and you gift him another painting, this one of the night sky.
He hands you one back, blushing deeply as you open it. It’s a little cartoon of you and him painting, and the text says “thank you for letting me into your world. The next panel shows you outside together, eating ice cream and pointing at the clouds. “Would you like to be in mine?”
Another gloomy day, another substitute teacher. You looked up at the elderly man who stood at the front of the classroom, he was wearing brown slacks and a messily ironed green plaid shirt, no wedding ring, no signs of any life beyond being a substitute teacher at the university. Pity dawned on you when you noticed his face burning with embarrassment when the wave of realisation that he had no idea what he was doing washed over him. Not being able to watch the old man struggle any longer you raised your hand, to the surprise of everybody in the room,
"Sir would you like me to help? I still have some of Mr Lee’s lesson plans in my bag I could-"
"That won’t be necessary Y/N. I’m perfectly capable of doing things myself.” The man scolded before he turned around to write some equations on the board, he was much harsher than you anticipated.
Exhaling deeply you slouched back into your chair, you missed your old professor, Mr Lee. He was a much nicer man. Though he was younger than most professors, he was always very friendly, smart and helpful, everything a professor should be. And being a high achiever in his class didn’t go unnoticed, once a week he would let you teach your group, and with you being president of the student union it meant that nobody could argue with his decision either. Other students had their theories, that you and he were secretly hooking up on late night study sessions, either that or the only reason he was so nice to you was because his younger brother was your flat mate. However none of the rumours were true, except from you living with his brother who was also a student. But that all changed two weeks ago, nobody knows exactly what happened but Mr Lee just vanished out of nowhere, completely disappeared off the face of the Earth. Of course there were varying theories, but nobody saw anything, nobody heard anything, nobody knew anything. And so your fate of having to face substitute teacher after substitute teacher day after day was sealed.
“She’s feisty today.” The orange haired boy sat next to you muttered, loud enough for you to hear,
Warnings: Choking, mild ass play, kinda rough, SMUT
Word Count: 2,431
Summary: Birthdays are supposed to be fun. They’re supposed to be lazy days where you do nothing or everything or whatever you want. But when you’re an “adult” it doesn’t always work out that way, and Yoongi seems more bummed than you are about it.
A/N: This is my fic. I’m re-posting onto my sideblog.
~For my precious Admin Desire~
Warm sun hit your face as you stirred awake, the soft sheets wrapped around your frame as you turned away from the light. You slowly blinked your eyes open to find another pair staring back at you. The warm feline like eyes caused you to smile, a rush of warmth filling your body as he smiled back at you.
“Good morning beautiful,” he said, his voice deep and husky. His smiled widened to your favourite gummy smile as he spoke, and he reached for you, wrapping his arms around you to tug you closer to his body, “happy birthday baby, do you really have to go to work? Just say home with me.”
You laughed at his antics, burying your face in his chest and savouring the warmth and familiar scent before you had to get ready for another day of work. You had tried to get today off, knowing how much of a big deal Yoongi makes it even though you insist on doing nothing, but he liked to spoil you and your birthday gave him every excuse he needed to do so. Seeing as how your birthday was so close to Christmas you were unable to get the day off, due to the busyness of the store. Yoongi was unhappy but he had told you that he’d make it up to you tenfold when the busy season was over.
Moving back, you watched as the rays of sun streaked onto his freshly dyed black hair, your favourite colour on him by far. You still loved the crazy colours he came home with, but there was something about black that made your heart flutter. It was possibly the fact that it’s his natural colour, and seeing it on him made him seem more like your Yoongi, more him than the idol he has to be outside of your home.
Threading a hand through his soft locks, you watched him bask in the warmth of the sun and the soft touches of you hand, letting his eyes close with a content smile now playing on his plump lips.
AN: My contribution for Sakura’s birthday. Quickly jotted down on my extra long lunch break ^_^ Enjoy!
“This,” Sakura Uchiha grumbles as she drives her fist into the face of a particularly grimy bandit, “is not how I expected to spend my birthday.”
Sasuke makes a vaguely inquiring noise as he carries out a variation of his Shishi Rendan, sending his opponent flying through the air with several cracked bones.
“Never mind,” she mutters, ducking a clumsy kunai strike and using her attacker’s momentum to throw him over her shoulder.
The large band she and Sasuke have stumbled upon have been plaguing the nearby village for months, according to the inhabitants. They’ve take up residence on the only bridge in the area and have been charging travellers a toll to get by. Those who refuse have been violently robbed and left for dead, according to the warnings of several survivors.
It should have been the work of ten minutes to neutralise them and tie them up, but neither she nor Sasuke expected the majority of them to be former Kusa-nin. Even in this time of peace, missing-nin present a constant problem – especially those who made their livelihood pursuing war.
At least the Akatsuki had an actual purpose – these creeps just want to bleed people dry for their own benefit!
In the end, in the name of expedience rather than anything else, Sasuke traps them all in a genjutsu and Sakura rounds them all up. She’s kept the use of her strength to a minimum, not wanting to accidentally destroy the bridge they are trying to liberate.
Characters/Pairing: Beta?Reader, Omega!Charlie, Alpha!Dorothy, Beta!Benny, Alpha!Dean Smith. Eventual Dean x Reader.
Word Count: 3.9k, or so
Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, language
A/N: I didn’t intend to make this a mini-series, but it’s going down this way. This is my fic for @dr-dean‘s ABO Birthday Challenge. It’s an AU, so just go with it. My song prompt was Magic Man by Heart. This is my first time writing A/B/O, so constructive criticism is definitely welcome. Shout-out to @roxy-davenport for the assist and beta when I was freaking out a little. Hope you enjoy it!
“I don’t see why this is necessary,” your mother says almost passively as she groans. The discussion had been going around and around in circles. You just hoped it would finally end with you getting your way.
“Because, momma, before I’m swept off for the merger, I think it’s only right that I get some real-world experience.”
“Stop calling it a merger, it’s a marriage. And you’ve already been helping with the company for years, what else do you need to know?”
“Yes Ma’am, I know.” You pause for a moment before continuing as you try to think of the best way to convince your mother. “But how are we ever going to move forward if we can’t innovate. It’s only an internship, I’m not doing anything dangerous and it’s not like I’m going to the moon. Come on, momma, please talk to him? Let me do this?”
She pursed her lips, “You’ve got to be careful. Consider how this will reflect on our family name.”
“Of course. Always.” You nod, hoping to appease her and speed up the process of her decision-making. Over the years, you’d figured out that she was typically the one with the final say on matters, and while she took her time, you usually found ways to sway her in your favor.
In the end, you’d won, convincing them to let you take the opportunity for the internship at Sandover before moving forward with your other future arrangements - including your engagement to Benny, the heir of his family. ‘Think of the family name,’ you mocked. Like you’d ever get the chance not to. It was known in practically every household for it’s multi-generation, multi-million dollar business. But also known in the more infamous way for the family stance on breeding practices.
Prompt (from Anon): Heey, so first of all I wanna say that I absolutely love the Accident, seriously it’s so amazing and cute, thank you for blessing us with that fic <3 aaand, since you’re up to anything riverdale rn, I thought I’d share this imagine idea I saw a few days ago “your OTP passionately making out, person A starts scratching down person B’s back, which drives them nuts, whining into the kiss that that’s not fair"idk what you think about this but omg I can see a lot of fluff and ahfksmzbka pretty please
A/N: first all of thank you so much I’m just happy people are enjoying my work :3 and of course this sounds like such a good fic so here we go! I know there’s a lot of build up to get there but I kinda wanna do a part two? Like/reblog if you want part 2!
Characters: Archie Andrews
Pairing: Archie x Reader (anon didn’t specify so I’m running with this)
Warnings: steamy make out session
(gif not mine)
Right after school, your classmate (whom you must add have had a crush on since sixth grade) Archie Andrews met you as you closed your locker. "Well if it isn’t the Riverdale football star himself,” you greeted him with a casual smile. “What brings you here?"