i love you all amazing people supporting this team. i could never meet you. i could never talk to you


Originally posted by jugheadjones94

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Word Count: 1661

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, the usual…

Anon Requested

A/N: I’ve been listening to a lot of Twenty Pilots lately… Don’t know why that was important but… Anyway, I hope y'all like this one! I will really try to post a lot more. Love you guys!


To be blunt, having a twin sucked ass. Well, with your experience it did. At least you were the older one, which had to count for something. Ok so there was a two minute difference between the two of you, but you used the leverage when you could. 

 Reggie was always a little asshole, even when the both of you were kids. He always stole your toys out of your hands claiming they were his. And he was the perfect golden boy in your parents eyes. His arrogance only sky rocketed with their parental encouragements. 

He was always very popular in school. Had the coolest friends, was part of all the sports teams, and when he came of age, dated the prettiest girls. You on the other hand were always different. 

You preferred reading and staying indoors rather than playing with everyone else. Of course your parents still forced you to try out for sports, (you soon enough became partial towards softball.) 

 Your stupid brother and his rather loud reputation never meant well for you. Everyone knew he had twin, but never bothered to really get to know you, always assuming you were like your brother. 

Nonetheless, writing was your specialty. You always had a way with words. You knew from an early age you wanted to major in some sort of English profession, whether it be teaching it or writing it. In fact, that’s how you ended up meeting your current boyfriend Jughead Jones. 

At first he was skeptical of you, but once the both of you clicked, it was one of the best things to happen to both of you. Thinking back on the whole start of it all always brought a smile to your face. 

“Ok girls, I’ll see you guys next practice.” You had hollered over to your teammates before swinging your backpack over your shoulder as they all shouted their own farewells. You left the school grounds and decided to go to Pop’s. One, because their food was amazing and two, you were hoping you could get some work done in the usually peaceful setting. 

 You made the effort to walk over there even though your sore limbs protested greatly. Once you got in to the beloved Diner, you went up to the counter and ordered your usual before going to find a seat. 

 As you walked through the small building, your eyes locked with stormy blue ones for a few short seconds. And in that short amount of time you were intrigued. He watched you with a weary stance, as if he were mapping out your every move before you executed it. 

You’d seen him before. Jughead Jones, he was in your English class. But you never talked, just silently drifted off into the lesson given that day. With a split second thought you decided to approach him as you waited for your food. 

“Hi.” You said hesitantly, immediately beating yourself up on the inside for making a fool out of your self for coming over. Hi? Really, that’s all you could come up with? You reprimanded as you stayed silent and watched him. 

 Of course all that had happened in a moments thought and he actually replied quickly. “Hi.” He said with an unsure look. You looked around and noticed he had a laptop out that he was typing in, taking up your interest you decided to try and make conversation out of it. “What are you doing?” You asked as you nodded over at his device. 

He looked to see what you were referring with a quickly glance and replied with a short worded answer. “Writing.” You grinned, you had a passion for the subject. Deciding to trust your gut, you sit yourself in front of him and smile brightly. “What are you writing about?” You asked. He still looked unsure of you, although, these types of looks weren’t unusual when you met new people. Mostly because Reggie and his erratic behavior met them first. 

 "Why do you want to know?“ He asked with an eyebrow raised. “Oh, I love writing. I hope to have a career to do with the subject one day.” You answered as you messed with your fingers over the table. 

 "Hm.“ He said in thought. “What?” You asked. He shrugged. “I don’t know, I guess I just figured that the twin sister of the oh so famous Reggie Mantle would be more.. well, Reggie-like.” “Well, I play softball if that’s what you mean. But otherwise I’ve always been the more soft spoken one I guess. My brother is just a real pain in my ass all the time.” You huffed as you crossed your arms. 

 "Interesting.“ He looked at you for a few seconds, considering whether he could trust you. He smiled when he saw the genuine curiosity in your eyes. "Well if you must know, I’m writing a novel.” “That’s awesome! About what?” You asked. “Riverdale.” “Well that was descriptive.” You retorted as he cracked a grin. 

 Your food finally came out at that time, your fries looked exceptionally delicious. “Wanna share?” To which he grinned. 

 That encounter alone sparked on many more encounters after that. After meeting up 5 more times after that first one, he asked you out. You obviously hid it from your brother, neither of you could even imagine the torment that would come. 

 The both of you had been together for a little over 6 months now. A whole summer had passed and the two of you were still going strong. When sophomore year started, softball started again too. 

 He always went to your games and was the cute supportive boyfriend. Whenever you made a home run he was always right there for you. And it wasn’t like your brother ever went to your games so you never had to worry. 

When you had started dating Jughead, his three other friends adopted you in their group and they were all for your secret relationship, never bringing it up when Reggie was around. Archie came close a couple times to spilling the beans but Betty and Veronica usually kept him in check. 

 It was a particularly sunny day when another softball game had taken place. It was the final game of the season, which meant your parents were obligated to come too. However, this meant they were forcing Reggie to be “supportive” of his sister. Of course Jughead had come to watch. 

You were the best pitcher on the team so that was the position assigned on the field for you. Before you ran out with your teammates, you gave Jughead a quick kiss, promising to see him afterwards. You didn’t realize your brother had come to your game until your eyes had met when you made it to the pitchers mound. 

He smirked but applauded with everyone else, cheering you on. The first batter on the other team made it to the plate and hit the bat against the ground a couple of times before getting into position. You smirked and readied your arm before pitching. 

 The game lasted a couple of hours, your team winning by a home run (that you had made). Your entire team was hollering as was the crowd. Your parents told you they were proud of you and that’s when you noticed Reggie was missing. 

 "Hey, where Reg?“ You asked your parents. Your mom wasn’t paying attention to you as she typed away on her phone. "He went to talk to someone I think.” Your dad said before leading his wife away to the car. 

 You shrugged before going to find your boyfriend. When you found him, you realized he wasn’t alone, Reggie was with him. “Oh god.” You muttered under your breath as you approached them. 

“Oh, hey sis. Good job on your game.” He said before continuing his malicious staring at Jughead. “Reggie, what are you doing?” You asked. He turned to you again. “Just finding my answers from this little freak here.” He turned back to Jughead who only looked at him with a pissed stare. 

 "So, are you gonna answer my question? It was you who killed Blossom huh?“ "I didn’t.” Jug spat. “What’s it to you anyway Reggie? Just leave him alone.” You said as your eyes met Jughead’s a couple times. “Because my coach has been non-stop breathing down my neck thinking it was me! I figured I can try to catch the person who did it so he’d leave me alone. And I bet it was him.” Reggie stayed as he looked at Jughead.

 "Reggie stop. Leave Jughead alone, he didn’t do anything.“ You said as you tried to shove Reggie away from him. "Oh, so you’re friends and with the little freak. Wouldn’t put it past you, you’ve always been weird. You know, I wonder if it was you that killed him.” He said. Your jaw dropped. 

“What the hell Reggie. Are you really accusing me of murder!? Murder Reggie, that’s insane. And besides, you know I was at an early softball practice on July 4th. And Jughead and I met up right after to hang out so why don’t you take your stupid accusations somewhere else.” You snapped at your brother. 

 "Why are you protecting him? This little geek is just a stupid nobody that nobody likes.“ He growled. "I like him! Reggie, he’s sweet, and funny, and caring… and all the things you aren’t!” He stopped and stared at you analyzing your words carefully. 

 "Wait… are you two… oh no way.“ His eyes widened as he looked back and forth between the two of you. "Back off Reggie.” You spat as he his shoulders slumped and he walked off giving you one last glare before disappearing around the corner. 

 You grinned as you looked over to Jughead who was in shock. “Well, so much for not telling him.” He commented with a sly smirk before wrapping you in his arms and congratulating you on your win.


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Essays in Existentialism: Gold

Could u do one where Lexa and Clarke are both very well known athletes competing at the olympics , both are expected to win gold in their respective sports. Maybe they get together and the media finds out.

“Okay, okay, just one,” Clarke smiles and holds the phone of the fans waiting outside the hotel. She snaps a picture and hands it back. “Okay, one more. You’re going to make me late, and they aren’t going to hold the plane.”

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Oh. My. Thor.

When I first join Tumblr in 2015 (I think it’s 2015), I’d never imagine that my blog will gain so much success! I mean, this is incredible! Thank you so much guys! You all are amazing people and I’m so glad I get the chance to meet you! As a french girl, it was a bit difficult to enter in your world at the beginnig! But thanks to this beautiful fadom I improved my english so much! I’m even able to post some of my writings in english and do long post in Shakespeare’s language!

So, thank you, really.

That’s why, with @JoyOfBerK, I made this video. For you guys. Because I think that you’re like my own gang. You mean so much to me guys… So enjoy this video!

Also, I would like to take this oppurtunity to thank more specifically some of you…

@moonlight-madness-miracles You were my first truly friend on this fandom and my first translator! Thank you so much for starting my fanfiction translation! You’re the kindest person I know in the world! Please never change! <3

@leffie-draws-fanart I’m so glad I was able to meet you! I’m in love with your art and I hope we’ll see more of it soon ;) I know we don’t speak very often but each time I speak with you I feel really good cause you always seem so energetic and positive! I hope we’ll able to collab again on some comics :3

@angies-team Thanks to your Fanzine’s project, I get the chance to know you! And I can say that you’re really a careful person! Thank you for beeing who you are! I hope we’ll see more projects from you!

@hello-em75 You are the more attentive person in this fandom! I love your IHFAP project! I think it really helps people in becoming confident. Also, thank you for helping me with my videos! I hope we’ll able to talk again :)

@jennis41digsdragons I know we didn’t talk very much but I just wanted to say that you’re one of the reason I joined Tumblr! I really love your art and I appreciate your HTTYD positivity project after the fandom drama ^^ So please, be confident cause you’ve overcomed so much things. Now, you’re strong! I hope you’ll post Hiccstrid fanarts soon! :D

@chiefhiccstrid I just love your writings! And I would like to thank your for supporting me with my writings! It means a lot to me! See you!

@fanwriter02 You’re so dynamic and always enthusiasm for everything on this fandom! I’m really glad you took your place in our fandom cause you deserve it! I have to thank for heping me with the syntax sometimes! x) Hope we’ll able to talk soon! :D

@kingofthewilderwest Aha! Our fandom wise! You’re truly a beautiful person. I’m so happy I could met you! Thank you for doing such amazing analysis. Your work is incredible! I hope I’ll be able to talk to you again ;)

@tarched What can I say? Your animation is incredible and I hope we’ll see more of you soon! Also, you’re really a good person and I’m happy I could speak to you! ^^

@cassadrachan When I saw your post I always think about our talk about Hiccup’s voice xD I hope you’ll have other debates like that in the future!

@wishing-you-knew I love your curiosity x) You’re one of my best encounter here! When you send me a mail for complimenting my first video, you totally made my day! So thank you and I hope you’ll like this one! 

@iamthespaceprincess I start with my first translator and I will end with my new one! Friend, you’re also one of the kindest person in the world! Thank you for translating my fic! I hope you’ll finish chapter 6 soonish! :D 

And as for the others I didn’t mention because we don’t really talk, I’m really glad to be on this beautiful fandom with you! 

@graphrofberk @justgotawesome @wave-artworks-fanarts @emmalennyeddie @httydofdreamworks @avannak @meaguieamamiya @zaphire-delclarence @odair-hofferson

Me at Wolfcon 3!


Soo… after the “Howl At The Moon” in Paris, this was my second Teen Wolf convention ever. But it was very interesting to see the differences.

I think it was very very well organized. I remember in Paris, when the autographs began, everyone was rushing to the tables to get theirs. But at Wolfcon, it was very good that all activities (autographs, meeting rooms, photo ops) were on a different level of the building, so they could easily control the access by the elevator. This way it was much more relaxed and it was never too crowded. This was great during the autographs, I remember in Paris it was incredibly loud and you really had to shout at the guests - at Wolfcon you could talk normally to them.

The staff was extremely helpful, well informed and always friendly and I was so happy that they were interested in my comic stuff too, I really felt welcome and I’m just so thankful for their kind words and this great time! And there were so many helpers! You never had to look long for one, every few meters you could find someone to ask for help. Also a big plus: They all were speaking English very good, so everything was so easy and uncomplicated. So I really couldn’t tell what to improve here.

I’ve read the report from someone who complained about the staff and had bad experiences with the organization. I can’t and won’t judge it, I was not part of this. But my personal experience was very different and 100% positive. Part of the problem was that if you had the autographs at the beginning of the first day it wasn’t easily possible to let your photos get signed if you had them later or at the second day. I don’t know how to solve this problem though without blowing up the whole schedule. But I considered the price of the photos for the autographs very fair. They were so large, A4 and for this format, the price was quite good.

I also have to add that the hotel was very good as well! The location was good, I liked the fact that the activities were on a different level and there were special, cheaper dishes for the convention attendants. Best french fries ever!

So yes, I really can’t think of anything to criticize. Maybe that it took a bit too long in the morning for the convention to start but well, this depends on the actors too and the traffic, so…

The best thing for sure was the Saturday evening activity. Actors coming by to your table and spending some time for private talks with only a few people, this was dope!

Ian Bohen

This time I had a meeting room with Ian and I loved it. First off, I was happy that he remembered my name and what I was doing. Ian is a very funny guy and you could see that he had fun meeting the fans too. I have to say from convention to convention, I like him more and more. I asked him if he had some influence on the character development of Peter: “zero”. And he admitted that he disliked some of the stuff that was written for Peter in Season 4. And damn, he is really competitive but this pushed his team during the Saturday evening activity forward. Loved it!

Ryan Kelley

You really can see how much fun Ryan has attending conventions. Always in a good mood, friendly and open to fans and not shy at all, you just have to like him. I made a special book with only my portraits and the hearts for signing and he repeatedly said he loved the pic of angry hellhound Parrish and that he would love to repost it. He even remembered that he already got a business card with my info on it. During the party, we talked about life in LA and how different the life of an actor is with months of not having any job and then earning a lot when you got roles. Wouldn’t be something for me, I prefer having a monthly salary ;)

Casey Deidrick

Awwww I liked him so much. He hasn’t any star attitude at all, he’s so down to earth and incredibly friendly and lovely to all fans. He’s just the guy I would instantly invite to my board gaming group and play Catan and other games for hours. He also seems to be good friends with the other actors like Ryan and Froy, the chemistry between him and the others on stage was great. Too bad he seems to be just in some episodes though.

Froy Gutierrez

Ohhh Froy. This never ending energy of his! He was so excited to be at the con, it was his first one. Whoever he met got a huge smile, a super cute “Hiiiiii!!!” and a tight hug from him. He was so excited to meet his fans, to get to know them and you could feel it was 100% authentic, he loved being here, enjoyed the atmosphere and wanted to give the best for the fans. He was there with his parents who accompanied him to the photo shoots and the meeting room but definitely not in a controlling way, I think they just were interested what was going on and wanted to support him. The meeting room with him was quite special. I was the first or second one to ask a question and a friend of mine really wanted to know what mental issues Nolan (his character) suffers from. Froy said it’s depression, social anxiety, and paranoia. I asked if he tried to prepare himself for these mental issues and he then said that he suffered from depression as well and knows how this feels. Then a girl raised her hand and asked how he managed to get over his depression… she wanted to say more but she started to tear up. Froy immediately jumped up from his seat and went down on his knees in front of her and gave her the most amazing hug ever, hold her in his arms for a long, long time, comforting her. It was so touching, half of the other people in the meeting room got emotional too and everybody really wanted to give them some time. For the next minutes, we talked about depression and Froy and other fans talking about their ways to get along with it. I think this shows how loving and caring Froy is to his fans and as I said, this feels very real and authentic.

(picture see above)

Carver Twins

In Paris, I didn’t get to interact with them because there were so many guests and it was so crowded that I decided to focus on the other guests. But this time, I had autographs with Max and Charlie and got to know them at the party. And I understand now why they’re invited so often by conventions. They were both so excited about my comics, Charlie even took a photo of it and wanted to get a book. During the evening party, Max and I were talking about our ages - him being 10 years older than most of the fans and me being 10 years older than him. But yeah, they’re so natural and uncomplicated, it was just great to have them around.


Hell yeah, Gid. He is so special and incredible. Charismatic as hell with a great presence and in such a good shape, even Ian was jealous! Of course, after having met the Theo half of Theo&Deuc I was very excited to meet Deuc now! Apart from the opening panels, the first time I’ve really met him was during the group photo but since there isn’t much time to talk, we just shook hands and exchanged some smiles. This changed of course during the meeting room which came a bit later. Gid stood up again after he sat down to shake my hand and thanked me personally for my work, he introduced me to the others. Gid is such an entertainer, he can do amazing things with his voice and has such a sense of humor and a keen sense of funny situations. He told us about the scene in which Deuc was sitting in the chimera den, talking to Theo (the one with Scott’s eyes on his claws) and how he couldn’t see anything because of the lenses he had to wear. He was repeatedly looking directly into the camera, something that was not wanted of course - but he was practically blind.

And finally, during the autographs, Gid signed my very personal Theo & Deuc book. With the signatures of Cody AND Gideon it’s finally complete now and I couldn’t be happier about it. Gid also has drawn a little comic Gideon into my fan book and it doesn’t look so different from my comic Deuc!

I also had the pleasure to be in team Gideon during the evening activity! Huge shoutout to team Gid! We were good AND civilized ;) We did perform very well, of course, thanks to Gid who managed to draw a Berserker (!) in a way that we could guess it within 20 seconds! We also got the point for “Time of Death” during Charade. And if Gid wouldn’t have messed up “Beacon Hills High School” by using the word “school” during a round of ‘Taboo’, we maybe would have won! But hey, at least we got 'Oni’ right. Thank you so much Wolfcon for making all this possible!

Finally, after my solo photo shoots with Gid, it was time to say goodbye for now. Again, Gideon was so sweet and thankful and so was I!

After all, I was very happy to have met Gid, like Ian said about him: his quick thinking is amazing and so is his charisma and humor. Hope to see him again anytime soon!

In general, Wolfcon felt somehow private and cozy compared to Paris. Both conventions were very good but different in atmosphere. In Amsterdam, you got more into personal touch with the actors which is a biiiig plus and everything felt more like a big family. I think this is because of the crew and of course Patricia, Franklin and Annette! If there’s a Wolfcon 4, I’ll be there!



Stiles Stilinski - (Y/N) One Shot/Imagine
Word count: 769
(A/N): It’s a fluffy imagine with some dirty remarques because it are pubers who have hormones.
Requestst are still open! If you want, you can follow my fan account on Instagram @diariesstydia.

You and Stiles had been dating for a while now. It wasn’t all that easy since you were a werewolf and both of you being in Scott’s pack. Since you started dating, you had been through a lot of trouble together and in much danger. But sometimes, it actually really felt like you were a normal, teenage couple.

Originally posted by darkcrownbitches

Since a few weeks, the lacrosse season has began again. Together with Malia and Lydia you always went to the games to cheer on Scott, Kira and Stiles. Even if Stiles wasn’t the best player Beacon Hills had in their team, he was your favorite player and you knew what else he was pretty good in. ;)

“Let’s go sit here,” you said to your two girl friends while you pointed to a bench at the front row. Every game, you wanted to sit at the front row so you could see every move your boyfriend made.

The three of you went to sit down while all the players were still warming up. Some of them were actually practicing and others were talking to their supporters. You saw Stiles running across the field - already exhausted - but as soon as he saw you sitting in the tribunes, he walked over to you and your friends.

“Hello Stilinski,” You said with a big smile on your face to your boyfriend,Everytime you saw him, you heart started beating like crazy and you couldn’t help but smile. Never did you two had a big fight, because neither of you could stay mad at each other.

“Are you wearing my jersey, (Y/N)?” Stiles asked while he sat down next to me. As soon as Malia and Lydia saw Stiles coming over to us, they went to say hi to Kira and Scott because they wanted to give us some privacy. 

“Yes,” You said with a big smirk across your face. You loved wearing Stiles’ clothes because they completly smelled like him. If you would look into your closhet, their would be at leatst five sweater of him, one flannel - which he forgot at your place one time -, and well, oone of his jerseys.
“You forgot it at my place and I thought I could show to support to my favorite player by wearing it,” You continued.

Before Stiles responded, he got closer to you and then whispered:”Even if it looks fantastic on you, tonight it isn’t going to stay on you.”

You quickly looked around, making sure no one heard Stiles’ comment. Even if he looks like the sweet, fluffly guy, this wasn’t the first time he had made such comments to you in public. He even makes them during pack meetings.

“Stiles, not here,” You said. “People can hear you.”

“At leatst then they know how hard it is for me to resist you wearing my jersey,” Stiles said and big smirk came across your face, knowing that right now you somehow had the power of your boyfriend. You wearing his clothes had always made him weak to his knees and it something he never could resist. 

“Well, Stilinski, if you play well tonight, you may get a little suprise,” You whispered in his ears. Even if you couldn’t see them, you knew that Stiles eyes had widened. Usually, he was the one to make those kind of comments, but when you made one, he would be completly shocked but also very enthousiastic.
“So go play and make me a proud girlfriend,” You continued and give him a small kiss on his cheek.

A big smile was spread across the brunette’s face and there were even twinkelings in his dark, brown eyes. 

“Will do, girlfriend,” he repsonded to you. He grabbed his lacrosse stick and walked towards the field. But after a few steps, he dropped his stick and turned around. As fast as he could, he runned to you and then gave you a sweet kiss on your lips, which you obviously returned. 

“Stilinski and (Y/L/N), please save that stuff for in the bedroom,” Coach yelled to both of you when he saw you two kissing. Even if he was mostly sarcastic and a little too rude sometimes, Coach liked you as well as he liked Stiles and you as a couple. The mother of Lydia had told almost all the teachers about you as soon as she knew.
“Stilinski! On the field! Now!” Coach yelled but now a few decible louder when Stiles and I didn’t pull back after his last remarque.

Stiles and you both pulled back and with the biggest smile on his face, Stiles walked to his lacrosse stick and then to the field, taking his place.

During the whole game, Stiles played amazing - compared to how he usually played. He even scored a few times and you were incredibly proud of the stuntly boy. Even if he wasn’t Beacon Hills’ star palyer, he was your star and your forever favorite lacrosse player.

nonsense-girl  asked:

thank you! *sobs quietly* that's so beautiful and heart-warming, thank you!! <3 can I request more please? (sorry, AoKi is life <3<3) takes place during wc finals, after the awarding ceremony, Aomine congratulates Kise and they patch things up ('cause you know their IH match was heartbreaking but we didn't see some angst between them after, they just suddenly become 'ok' after it even without proper talking), and maybe accidental/forced/awkward confession? Light angst plus fluff, thanks again!

Aw you’re welcome! *hug you back* I’m so excited about this ‘ask’, I wonder what it is… lmao xP Take your time! Have a good day too! <3<3

Anonymous said:

scenario with Kise and Aomine where Kise stops admiring Aomine (after Kaijo vs Touou) and fawning over him altogether, after some time Aomine realizes he wants Kise’s attention all to himself after all and confronts him, insert love confession? thanks so much your AoKise are so amazing especially the one with punching Haizaki <3

Hi dears! Sorry if I made you wait! First, thank you for your kind words! I’m really happy that you like my Aokise’s things! (I LOVE THEM TOO) Second, since you two sent me similar asks on the same day, I decided to answer with one but longer drabble! I hope you’ll be satisfied with this, let me know and thank you for your support!

AoKise, Angst + Fluff, After Seirin’s victory, Confession


Don’t Stop Following Me


Aomine fought with the crowd of people that was trying to leave the stadium and cursed every single one of them. Were they a flock of sheep or what? He had also lost sight of Momoi, damn.

After an interminable struggle, he finally reached the exit and inhaled fresh air. He immediately moved away from the mass, choosing a more secluded path. The sky was already dark and he was still thinking about Kuroko and Seirin’s victory, when he caught sight of a well-known blond in front of him.

Instinctively, he raised a hand and called him.

“Oi Kise!”

He regretted his action on the spot, remembering that well, the last time they had spoken…he hadn’t been the best friend he could have been, right?

He hoped the boy hadn’t heard him, but, like a trained dog, Kise stopped and turned in a second.

“Aominecchi?” stuttered shocked, waiting for the other to reach him.

Aomine could see his expressions going from happiness, to bitterness and finally to a blushing uneasiness. He wasn’t feeling any different, but probably his face was frozen in the usual scowl.

“What are you doing here?” Kise asked, fidgeting with his hands.

“Got separated from Momoi. I’m going home,” he explained briefly, eyeing nervously the way Kise avoided meeting his eyes.

“Ah me too! But my team lives in the opposite direction, so it’s fine!” he stifled a laughter, scratching his nape.

“I live near you,” Aomine blurted it before he could realize. Kise for a moment stilled, and then forced a smile. He had written on the forehead that he was uncomfortable and part of Aomine would have liked to punch himself for making that implicit offer, but he had always been good at ignoring people’s feelings and doing what he wanted, so why stop now?

“Let’s go,” he ordered with a nod and started walking. For a second, he didn’t heard any sound of footsteps behind him and his heart missed a beat, yet Kise moved in the end. Aomine sighed in relief, trying to erase the flashes of their last match from the mind.

Kise walked in silent by his side, hands in the pocket and eyes covered by the blonde bangs.

“Tetsu was right all along uh?” at some point Aomine commented to break the silence.

Kise blinked and pushed aside his own thoughts to look at him.

“It seems so,” he agreed with a bittersweet smile. He was grateful to Kuroko for the new world he had showed him, but at the same time the defeat still burned.

The silence dropped again.

“Listen,” Aomine burst, clenching his fists, “About our match-” he began, but Kise interrupted him.

“Are you here to rub salt on the wound?” hissed in disbelief, glaring at him, and Aomine growled annoyed.

“I’m not, you idiot.”

“Strange, oh Unbeatable One,” Kise mocked him shaking his head and Aomine hit him on the shoulder.

“I’ve never done something like that.” He alleged, wounded by Kise’s joke. He had been an asshole but he had never belittled Kise.

“That’s discussible.” The other insisted showing a small pout and crossing his arms. Aomine felt the need to hit him again but restrained himself and inhaled deeply.

“During that match,” he tried again, a little uncertain of how and what he wanted to say, “You stopped following me.”

Kise stiffened and whipped his head to look at Aomine, eyes wide with shock.

“W-what do you mean?” he muttered. Aomine’s blue eyes were serious as they never had and Kise felt a grip around his throat.

“What I said,” Aomine repeated more sure, slowing his pace, “you stopped following me.”

“I don’t know what are-”

“You’ve never done it before. You have always chased after me,” Aomine continued to speak, like his walls had broken down, “You were the only one who never stopped chasing after me. It didn’t matter how strong I was becoming, it didn’t matter if the gap between us was growing larger, it didn’t matter if I was unbeatable. You searched for me. You challenged me. So why had you stopped?” he breathed in the end, slightly panting. He didn’t even noticed he had slowly raised his voice and halted.

Kise was staring at him petrified and some passersby were glancing curiously at them. But Aomine didn’t care. He didn’t even know he was that angry until that moment.

“Why, Kise?” asked again. He needed an answer. He was thinking about it from that time, growing more and more uneasy as days passed by.

The distressed tone that surfaced in his voice unblocked the blond, who took a step back as if Aomine had slapped him and wrapped an arm around his own waist as to protect himself.

“Why? Because that way I could finally beat you. Or that was what I thought.” He answered with a cold, disillusioned smile, “What’s wrong? Your powerful self don’t accept my insubordination? You don’t like it when no one is fawning about how strong you are? Were you offended?” he spited his accuses one after the other letting all his bottled up anger surface.

“That’s not-”

“That’s not what?” Kise abruptly interrupted him and grabbed him by the collar of the t-shirt, “Were you lonely because I wasn’t there? Did you feel left behind? Well, welcome to my world.” Kise hissed, few centimeters away from his lips. Aomine speechlessly stared at his burning golden eyes. Why his voice was so sad? Why he was on the verge of crying?

Kise let him slowly go, trying to calm his accelerated breathing. He didn’t want to speak anymore. He didn’t want to let him see his true feelings a second longer.

“You’re such an egoist, Aomine,” he murmured with the same cold expression he had worn during that fatal match. Then he turned and tried to walk away.

The sound of his name, without any suffix, without any cheerful inflection, echoed in Aomine head. He watched Kise’s back leaving and a thought crossed his mind: “Is this what you have seen for all those years?”

“Kise!” he called reaching for him, but the boy jolted and suddenly bolted away without turning.

Aomine cursed and sprinted after him, stretching his hand. He had never had the need to chase after something, he had never felt the fear of not reaching what he wanted. Yet he was learning how bitter and scary it could be.

“Kise, stop!” he chased after the blond like his life depended on it. Kise tried his best and pushed his body to the limit, but Aomine was still the best, wasn’t he?

He finally caught his wrist.

“Let me go!” Kise screamed, but he tightened the grip.

“No!” he roared before yanking and roughly slamming the boy against the nearest wall. He pinned him by the shoulders, impeding him from wiggling out of his hold. “You have to listen to me!”

“Why? Why I have to?” Kise cried as desperation took over.

“Because I don’t like you stop following me.” Aomine admitted panting and letting his tiredness crept in his voice.

Kise tightened his lips and ducked his head, trembling.

“And what should I do, you egoistic idiot?” he replied trying to hold back the tears, “If you need a dog or a fool for your own entertainment, find someone else. I can’t stand as player on your level because you never recognize me, yet I can’t stop chasing your shadow and become a proper rival because you don’t want it. Do you want to make me even more miserable? I’m tired of looking at you from afar…” he confessed finally dropping any resistance and shrinking against the wall.

“I don’t want you as a rival or player!” Aomine exclaimed instinctively. Only the pained expression that flashed on Kise’s face made him realize that it wasn’t what he should have said.

“Are you a sadist?” Kise whined in disbelief. He was crying and letting him crush his heart and that idiot just poured salt in the wound.

“That’s not what I meant!”

“Then be clear!”

“I’m trying to-”

“Do you want to break my heart again, you insensitive asshole?”

“I said I’m trying to-”

“Not that you car-”

“I’M TRYING TO CONFESS!” Aomine finally screamed it out, exasperated and annoyed at the same time. Why Kise had to speak that much?

“W-what?” Kise stuttered lifting his head and staring at him shocked, eyes still filled with shiny tears. He had to be mistaken…

“I’m trying to confess,” Aomine repeated slowly and rested his head against Kise’ shoulder, “I love you, I don’t want you to stop following me. Please come back, even if I’m egoistic. Sorry for having realized it after so long.”

Kise remained there, petrified for some seconds, and then blinked at the blue haired head. Realization hit me.

“Aominecchi!” he suddenly shrilled and the other guy jumped for the surprise, “Repeat it!” begged catching his face between the hands and squeezing his cheeks.

“Uh?” Aomine looked at Kise dumbfounded and tried to break free, but the guy’s fingers remained planted into his skin. He was staring at him with eyes full of expectancy and incredulousness.

“Say it again!”

“No.” he grunted avoiding his gaze.

“Aominecchi! Please!”

“I’ve already said it. Stop with this shit and answer me.”

“I’m not answering if you don’t say it again.” Kise threatened serious and Aomine groaned defeated.

“…I love you, go out with me,” He muttered unwillingly and embarrassed. A light pink hue colored his dark cheeks.

Kise slowly let him go and took a step back to look properly ad Aomine, struck by both euphoria and confusion. It had happened so fast and after so long at the same time. He felt lightheaded, as if he was still caught in a dream. A happy dream.

“Oi, you said you were going to answer!” Aomine fretted, trying to calm down his own heart. He was starting to believe that Kise was going to escape again. Not that he could have blamed him but-


Aomine stared at Kise’s blushing face. He was wearing a bright smile, the one of the old days, and his eyes shined brightly. All the sadness had finally left him.

“Yes, I love you too,” Kise beamed, as he vibrantly accepted his confession. He didn’t even hoped it for it anymore and yet. He was on the verge of exploding for the happiness.

The other boy suddenly crouched to the ground.

“Thank God!” Aomine sighed in relief holding his head between the hands; “Don’t tease me like this!” growled glaring up at the blond, who had burst into a lighthearted laughter.

“Now we’re even!” Kise chanted playfully, bending slightly towards him with a mischievous smirk.

Aomine however didn’t miss the chance and suddenly grabbed his collar; in a swift move dragged him down and planted a rough kiss on his soft lips.

Now, we’re even.” Aomine allured satisfied when they divided, licking his lips. Kise’s face flushed even more and, with a whimper, he let himself fall into Aomine’s arms, on the ground.

“That’s sly, Aominecchi!”


Some old ladies on the street that had stopped to watch the entire scene clapped furiously and dried their eyes with handkerchiefs, expressing aloud compliments and congratulations. Ah, those younglings in love!

anonymous asked:

Could you please do Namjoon and Fluff for the 48 hour thing pls?

The only time you were ever interested in attending any sporting team events at your college was when you could stare at your insanely attractive, high school crush Namjoon. Things hadn’t really progressed between the two of you over the years of you liking him, hell you didn’t even know if he remembered you from high school let alone knew who you were. It saddened you a little bit, just being a quiet observer, supporting him on the sidelines while all these other, confident girls swooned over him. You knew you should be more confident and approach him but that just wasn’t in you. He was the tall, handsome, charming guy every girl wanted and because of that, you felt like you were just another girl to him.

He was captain of his college baseball team and he was considered one of the best players in the state. He never failed to impress you. Sitting in the stands, watching the last pitch intensely, you notice a group of girls in front of you. They were younger, probably in their first year. Picking up on their conversation you tried not to get distracted. 

“So you heard the rumours right?” 

One girl said to the group. You heard the loud ‘ping’ of the bat hitting the ball and focused back in on the game. It was an easy win as you recall hearing Namjoon say at almost every sporting presentation event. 

“Which rumours? We’re in college there’s so many.”

One of the girl’s friends laughed. 

“About Namjoon?”

Your body froze. What were they going to say? What rumours were floating around? You didn’t know. 

“I overheard one of older students telling my sister he has a stalker.”

The game was over and you just sat there, scared to move, scared to breathe. Were they talking about you? You didn’t stalk him. The only time you ever went out of your way to see him were at his games but that could easily come off as college spirit. You kept looking straight ahead, not being able to focus on anything now. 

“Does anyone know who she is?” 

You quickly looked around, and saw how empty the stands had become. It was a more convenient escape although very obvious if those girls turned around. Did they really know who you were? You quickly looked down at Namjoon and his team through the fence, regretting even coming to watch his games ever. You stood up, moving your legs as quickly as possible away from those girls and the team until you heard a loud ‘hey!’ screamed in your direction from behind your back. You stopped, not knowing what to do. These girls were so young, why were they so confident? Before turning around, you noticed his team being quiet and staring up at you and the group of girls and you cursed yourself for not running away then and there. 

As you turned around to face them, one of the girls threw an apple hard at you. luckily it hit your arm and not your head, though it still hurt. 

“Stalker trash!” 

One of them yelled though as you were about to leave, you heard another loud ‘hey!’ from the other side of the fence down on the field. You knew instantly who it was and decided to try and beat him past the gate to the exit before he could get involved. But of course he ran and beat you, meeting up with you right at the gate from the field to the stands. As you tried to walk past him, he put an arm around your stomach, forcing you to turn around and walk back with him. 

You were confused and embarrassed. You wished you could stand up for yourself but you knew anything you’d say wouldn’t help the situation. You felt unsure with him walking behind you, though when you reached the group of girls again, his voice sounded harsh.

“Why the hell did you girls do that?” 

You couldn’t even look at them you felt so pathetic. Although it was the closest you’d ever gotten to him and the contact was something you wouldn’t forget, in a non creepy way of course. The girls shied away apart from the one that threw the apple at you.

“You don’t know who she is? She’s your number one stalker! Stalkers should be reported or taken care of. You’re not safe with her around.”

“Her name is y/n. She’s not a stalker, I went to high school with her. She’s always here to support the college team when we play even though her friends can’t stand baseball, that’s why she’s always alone. I’ve never seen you girls here before. Why are you here? Do you even like baseball?” 

A sudden boost of confidence came over you for the first time in your life, and you looked up at the girls to see their expressions. It didn’t disappoint. They were shocked. They had no idea that was going to happen and neither did you. You were so happy in this moment. He actually knew who you were! You suddenly felt his hand placed on your shoulder and as you looked at the confident girl, her face began to turn red out of anger.

“We like baseball too! We’re first years so we just found out the college had a team.” 

“Are you sure you girls aren’t here to stare at all the guys on my team? like, I don’t know, some crazy stalkers?”

You watched them all get up and scurry away, a giant smile forming on your lips. You felt so happy and thankful that he did that for you. 

“Hey y/n.” 

You snapped out of your thoughts and lost all confidence quickly realising you now had to thank him and also try and explain yourself. You turned around slowly, your head hung down. As he looked over the field to see his team staring at them, he signalled for them to go. And go is what they did, just leaving the two of you in the stands. 

“Um, thank you.”

You said faintly. You heard him laugh and he sat down, pulling at your hand to sit next to him. You didn’t even want to know how red your face was right now. The situation was like a dream.

“They threw an apple at you. That’s a bit violent. I had to step in. Plus I was sick of hearing people talk about those stupid rumours. I know they’re not true of course.” 

You looked up at him and tried to smile, knowing that this was just so he could silence the crap floating around college. 

“I’m really thankful, but you didn’t have too. I didn’t even know you knew who I was.”

He laughed a little and that’s when you realised he was still holding onto your hand lightly. What was he thinking?

“Of course I remember you. We were paired up in 8th grade for our music class assignment and neither of us knew how to play an instrument, so you sung and I rapped, and we failed awesomely. It was one of the best memories I had in high school.”

You couldn’t hold back the laughter after hearing that. You had almost forgotten about that memory. Although you never both considered yourselves friends, that was the memory that made you stress free right now. At least he didn’t know you as everyone else clearly did. 

“I remember that now. It was honestly the best thing I’d ever done that was outside my comfort zone.”

“I can’t believe you thought I wouldn’t remember you. You’re always at our games too which I think is cute. You’ve clearly got spirit for baseball.”

You felt embarrassed again. Shrugging and looking away from him. 

“I blame my dad, he loves it. I just got into a habit of coming to watch them. Plus you’re a really amazing player.”

“Ah so you do come to watch me.”

He said jokingly and you rolled your eyes. 

“Actually, the team and I usually head to the diner nearby after every game and grab some food, I wanted to see if you’d come along?” 

You were shocked at his invitation.

“Oh, really? Isn’t it a special thing you guys do though? as, guys? I don’t want to intrude on a special, thing.”

“Relax, it’s just food. They won’t mind. Some of the guys usually bring their girlfriends anyway.” 

You smiled and decided to go with him. Who knows, maybe this was going to be the start of something really amazing.

Credit to GIF owner

Sorry anon I just ended up writing a semi short story but my mind went wild and I really wanted to write this kind of scenario! I hope you enjoyed it! And to all my other anon and tumblr follower requests I am working on them! I love you all! MWAH xx

anonymous asked:

Could you do a jungkook x reader imagine? Where he's a baseball player and it's the last part of the game and it's tied and he's getting frustrated so you have to give him a pep talk and help him out???? I love your blog btw ❤❤

Hi! As always, we are sorry for the delay. But here you go! i hope you enjoy it!

And thank you so much! You guys don’t understand how surprised and excited we are over the amount of love we are getting! We love you guys!

~ ❤Kat and Sar 💖

Jungkook Baseball Imagine

Originally posted by yourpinkpill

It’s the last inning of the game. Jungkook is currently up to bat. I’m standing on the sidelines with the rest of the team, as well as the manager, who are all holding their breaths. I feel the tension in the air, all of us understanding how important this is to them. Especially since the opposing team is two points ahead, and the bases are loaded. In order to win, Jungkook needs get a good hit. I know he does well under pressure, but I can see the beads of sweat forming and his brow furrowing in concentration.
    The pitcher pulls back and throws the ball forward towards the umpire and…strike. Jungkook rolls his shoulders back, trying to just breath. The pitcher readies again before throwing it once again with all his might. Another strike. Jungkook hits the ground with his bat in frustration, and the manager calls a time out. I thought he would talk to him himself but the manager heads over to me.
    “Please Y/N, you have to talk to him. I would but I know you’re the only one who can really calm him down. Please, just try your best.” I nod in understanding before meeting Jungkook halfway.
    “Hey, hey…just breathe Jungkook. What’s wrong? You usually don’t mind pressure, but something’s off. Maybe I can help you?” He sighs in frustration before going off on a rant.
“I just, I’m really nervous. I’ve been swinging fine all night. It’s my best game yet, but somehow I can’t help but think of the worst case scenario. What if I mess up now? We’ve come so far and I know this means the world to the team and me. I don’t want to disappoint them.” He exhales and leans his head on my shoulder before muttering something.
    “….I don’t want to disappoint you.” I stiffen in surprise before a small smile crosses my face. I wrap my arms around him before pulling him in closer.

     “Oh Kookie, you could never disappoint me. It doesn’t matter if you win or lose, I’ll support you no matter what. Besides, you aren’t going to lose this game.” His head lifts in surprise, looking at me questioningly.

     “No. you’re going to go back out there, and be the player that I know you are. You are amazing at what you do. And you never let anyone down, you always pull through. So go back out there and show all of them just what you can do.” I give him an encouraging smiles. He silently stares at me for a long moment, before pulling me back in for a quick hug.

     “Thank you for that. You always know exactly what to say to make everything better.” And then he’s gone, heading back towards the plate. I head back toward the team, and nod at the manager. He nods back, and I train my eyes on Jungkook. He looks lighter now. His eyes filled with the confidence and spark that I love. He rolls his shoulder back and cracks his neck to the side, staring down at the pitcher. A tension filled silence overtook the stadium as the pitcher pulls back and throws the ball once again. Almost in slow motion, it flies towards Jungkook and…CRACK!

The ball flies away from Jungkook, and the stadium goes back into motion. Screams fill the air as he runs from home plate along with the other people on the bases. I look towards the ball and realize just where it’s going. The crowd roars in excitement as they realize it as well. Home run. It’s over.

I scream as loud as I can, watching as Jungkook comes back around to home, and wins the game. He immediately turns towards me, but I’m already running towards him. I jump into his arms and he pulls me in tight, his joyful laugh filling my ears.
    “I knew you could do it! I just knew it! I’m proud of you Kookie!” He pulls back, his light filled eyes staring down at me lovingly.
    “It’s all because of you Y/N! I don’t know what’d I do without you! God, this is incredible!” We stare at each other, caught in our own little moment. His boyish smile spread across his face as a small blush covers mine.
    “I really do love you Y/N. I mean it.”
    “ I know Jungkook. I love you too. So much.” And with that, our lips interlock in a tender kiss, neither one of us minding the ooh’s and aw’s of the crowd.

Chapter Sixty-Seven

A/N: I loved writing this chapter, so I really hope you enjoy it. It’s pretty long, and I was going to split it into parts, but then I thought - you know what, who cares? I’ll just give you guys all of it at once. Now that Trooping the Colour is over, I’m posting it a day early as tomorrow it is Father’s Day and I’m also working, so I wouldn’t get a chance to post it  🎉

There is also, for the first time, a mature part to this chapter *gasp*. It starts with *M* and ends with *EM*, so don’t read that if you’re under 18 or you don’t want to (it’s nothing very graphic, though, I didn’t want to write anything too explicit). I just thought them being reunited was the best time to include a little smut. 

So with all that said, I hope you enjoy 😊💖

Emmy stood beside Claire and Edward, impatiently shuffling her feet while forever glancing at the arrival time. The last two days without Harry had dragged, but now here she was, waiting for him and the rest of the team to arrive. She was not a fan of Edward’s plan for her and Zach to convince Kian that they were having an affair, and she was hoping she could convince Edward to change it slightly, but Harry’s imminent return had forced that thought from her mind. Right now, all she cared about was seeing Harry again.

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FOUR HUNDRED AND THIRTY TWO!!!  Four hundred and thirty two of you have decided to stick with me despite it all. I really don’t know what I’ve done to deserve all of you or why you’ve stuck with me, but I’m so grateful. I’m so grateful to be able to write one of my favorite characters with extraordinarily talented writers such as yourselves. It’s an honor, a blessing, and I couldn’t ask for a better group of followers. Some of you have now become close friends of mine who I don’t know what I would do without now. It’s crazy to think how lucky I am to have met you let alone write with you. Right now, things have been very tense within the fandom and we could all use a great bit of positivity–as a whole the human race needs some love. So with my bias list, I’m going to share some love because I feel that love from all of you and I want to share it. 

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Runner Runner (Brendon Urie - Panic! at the Disco)

Word Count: 1,302


It was hard being the younger sister of the one and only Brendon Urie, yes lead singer of Panic! at the Disco was your big brother who was famous and loved by hundreds. You always felt like your own achievements never matched up to your big brothers success over the last ten years. You were five when he was signed and now at fifteen you still lived in his shadow.

However you got on with him great, you loved his wife Sarah who always spoilt you with shopping trips and the rest of the band treated you like their own little sister and helped you prank your brother. But just for once you wanted someone to take notice of you and tell you well done.

You were a cross country star at your high school, you rarely lost but you never got to share the success with anyone because they always seemed to be busy. You didn’t want to interfere in their famous life’s and beg them to come to just one cross country meet, but it would be nice if they took the hints you’d been dropping for the last two years.

The praise of your sports teachers would have to be enough, they came to every race and celebrated with you when you won. Even the rest of your team supported you more than your family and friends, maybe all you needed was them to support you and see you grow with every meet.

Today was another meet, however this one was different because if you won you were going to receive an award for excellence in the sport. It was a big deal but like usual your parents had an excuse not to come and see you run, it looked like you were going to do this alone.

As you lined up with the forty other students from other high schools around the country you dared one last glance at the growing audience. Your eyes widened as you locked eyes with someone familiar, your brother of all people was standing amongst the crowd blending in. He saw you looking and smiled before giving you a thumbs up. Before you could register the start gun went off and you went into running mode.

You started the twenty laps taking your time to pace yourself as not to use too much energy early on in the race. One by one, lap by lap other runners who had gone all out at the start of the race started to slow down leaving you room to break through and take the lead around lap ten.

Looking over your shoulder your next competitor was a few hundred yards behind you giving you some breathing room. You let the fact that your brother was here to support you spur you on, you needed to win the race not just for you but also for him. He had his success and now you wanted to share yours with him.

As you came to the final corner there was no chance of anyone catching up with you. You went all out and sprinted across the finish line to a huge eruption of cheers from all sides. Standing up you took deep breaths to calm your racing heart down. Your sports teacher came up to you with a bottle of water and you happily gulped it down as you waited for the next girl to cross the finish line. It was another good five minutes until that happened and only then did it dawn on you that you’d come first.

‘Congratulations little sis, I didn’t know how fast you could run.’

Brendon came up behind you and hugged you just as you wiped sweat off you and handed the towel back to your teacher. As happy as you were to see him, you were confused as to why he was here.

‘Brendon what are you doing here? I mean I’m ecstatic that someone’s finally come to one of my races, but why today?’

He pulls away and runs his hand through his hair before looking down at his feet.

‘Yeah about that I’m sorry sis. I didn’t think you wanted any of us here, you never asked anyway. I went to mum and dad’s and they said that you were running, I decided that now was as good as time as any to come and support you. You’ve been there for me over the years and now I need to make up for not seeing you stand in the spotlight.’

You shake your head and drink more water.

‘I got bored of asking and no one ever showing up so I just stopped making a fuss. Running isn’t the same as touring around the world for hundreds of fans. I think mum and dad see this as a hobby I’ll grow old of, but I’m really good at running Brendon.’

Brendon frowns before pulling you into another hug; you wrap your arms around his waist and rest your head on his chest as he strokes your hair.

‘You were amazing out there; no one could come close to beating you. This is your passion like music is mine. Can you forgive me for not supporting you more? I will come to every race you do if you let me know, if it’s important to you then it should be important to me.’

You smile and pull back.

‘I would love if you came to more of my meets.’

‘Excuse me miss but are you y/n Urie?’

You turn around to face a woman who smiles at you; she looks in her late twenties.

‘Err yes I’m y/n Urie.’

Brendon lets you go as you shake her hand.

‘I’ve been watching your career since you started running and I’ve never seen someone with such natural skill and drive to achieve success. I’m Maria Lowe and I’m the coach for the American Olympics Athletics team, mainly the track events.’

Your eyes widen as you take in the information overload. The woman stood in front of you was part of the Olympics coaching team; it had always been a dream of yours to compete one day.

‘I’ve had a word with your high school coach and we both see potential in you. How would you like to come and train and audition for the 2020 Olympic games athletics team Miss Urie?’

You were speechless, this couldn’t be happening to someone like you. Running was just a high school sport you didn’t see yourself doing once you left. But now you had a once in a lifetime opportunity to possibly compete for America in the future Olympics, this was a dream come true and you couldn’t turn it down.

‘Wow thank you so much and my answer is yes, this has always been a dream of mine.’

Maria laughed.

‘You’ll make a great addition to the team. Now I better talk to your coach before we make anymore arrangements. It was nice meeting you y/n.’

You waited until she left to start jumping up and down squealing in front of Brendon who looked shocked.

‘My little sister representing America in the Olympics, now that might trump music in our parent’s eyes. Congratulations my little runner.’

Brendon picks you up and spins you around while you still squeal in excitement as to what had just happened to you.

‘I’m so happy you came today Brendon, I wouldn’t have wanted to share this moment with anyone else but you. I love you big brother. Will you come and see me run in the Olympics?’

He nods.

‘I’ll be front row chanting your name. I’ll break out the glitter and make the best banner anyone’s ever seen.’

This day couldn’t get any better for you. It finally looked like everything was falling into place.

Why I love Beast Boy and Raven’s relationship...

Prepare for a SUPER long post. I feel like I need to spill the reason(s) why I love BBRae so much and why they mean so much to me. So here it goes:

To build a good relationship you need friendship and compassion. Beast Boy and Raven have the potential to be something more because when you think about it Raven does not treat Beast Boy the same as any other guy she meets. Same goes with Beast Boy. Beast Boy usually gets all googly eyed and lovey dovey with any pretty girl he comes across but with Raven he thinks her more then just “eye candy” and who he deeply cares about more than anyone else on the team.

In the episode, “Nevermore”, Raven’s happy side mentions to Beast Boy that “looks aren’t just everything” She even laughs at his jokes and pays little attention to Cyborg who was also tagging along which displays her attention was strictly on Beast Boy. And the whole misunderstanding “I thought you didn’t like me” ordeal they both thought creates a new found relationship between them that later shows a special bond.

At worst times they always help and look after one another. If they think of each other as just friends Raven would of treat him like the rest of any guy on the team and same goes with Beast Boy treating her the same as any other girl. Beast Boy will drop and go out of anyone’s way for her. He may not realize it yet but she does mean a lot to him and he cherishes that special bond he has with her.

In the episode, “The Beast Within”, even though he was furious at Raven he went at all cost to protect her and keep her safe. He was able to recognize her scent above anyone else’s on the team. And only transforming into “The Beast” to protect only her and even used it again when Raven’s life was threatened in “The End”. People may have said it before “it could have been anyone he would save” but no he didn’t react in such anger to turn into The Beast as he did with Raven. When he was mad with the others he stayed in human form and tries to control himself meaning it matters more to him when he’s in conflict with Raven then being in trouble with anyone else. But the moment he comes back to consciousness from being The Beast he knows that deep in his heart that he would never hurt Raven no matter how angry he is with her. Robin pushes him to the edge when threatening to put him in jail because of the possible thought he could of harmed Raven. Trying to remember he turns back into The Beast and fights everyone away so he could get to her. Even in his worst possible state he does not harm a single hair on her. After finding out Raven is in fact okay he goes off to find Adonis to get his revenge. Then of course at the end, Raven explains The Beast is a good thing that he has inside because if it wasn’t for The Beast she might not have been alive. 

In “Spellbound”, Beast Boy was a little nosy when Raven started not to act like herself. When she was talking to Malchoir Beast Boy stood outside her door and listened and even taking as far as “being a fly on the wall”. When Raven gets her heart broken by Malchoir, Beast Boy was the only one who asks her if she was okay. Then at the end of that episode, Beast Boy tells Raven no matter how creepy she may be, he informs her she doesn’t always have to be locked up in her room and that he will always be there for her. Feeling touched by his words, she comes out of her room to give him a gentle hug which deepens their connection even more.

In “Birthmark”, Beast Boy was the only one who cared enough why Raven didn’t want to talk about that certain day. Taking it as far as logging into the Titans’ computer to discover the secret she was hiding. Finding out it was her birthday, it was Beast Boy’s idea to throw a party for her. After the whole horrific events that had happened, Raven accepts Beast Boy’s second attempt to have a birthday party for her. Beast Boy even mentions she may hate her birthday but he (along with the others) were glad that she was born.

In my eyes his power is extremely unique and one of a kind in which every animal he chooses to be in every situation has a special ability of their own. It is truly amazing how he can use all the animals powers in more ways than just one. He is someone who will never hate who he is and embraces it. And he treats Raven like someone who should be happy regardless of her struggles and he does his best to make her happy more than anyone else. Yes everyone cares about Raven but Beast Boy always went the extra mile going past her boundaries just for her sake for happiness. He wears his heart on his sleeve and is never afraid to say what he feels. Raven is the opposite. That’s why she needs someone who doesn’t lie to her and is free to express emotions. Only when she is with Beast Boy is she able to express such different kinds of emotions and Beast Boy even says so himself in the original DC comic timeline to embrace those feelings because it is what makes her human and to stop worrying about the bad and focus more on the good. 

This is what makes their relationship so deep and meaningful. They are both so different but share the same feelings of pain, heart break, and happiness together. They support each other equally where it is never one sided. It’s a complete balanced relationship where they both equally rely and look up and look after each other. They are a one of a kind pairing because they are not one of those “love at first sight” stories and were able to build a relationship based on trust, understanding, and accepting of each other’s differences. They take the ‘ol saying “opposites attract” to a whole new level that is hard to ignore.

Rather you ship them or not, you can’t deny the powerful chemistry and strong bond these two share. The relationship they have is beautiful and unique and pure and I don’t want to hear how “abusive” it is from all you BBRae haters because it’s not. The quote by David Slack himself “Raven hits Beast Boy out of love” and the intention to write them as a “married couple” is definitely displayed throughout the course of the series. Abuse was never a thought to imply. And all you others who says their relationship is “forced” pleaaasssseeee. Is that the best you got? You may want to re-watch the series and think twice before you open up your mouth.

It’s over, isn’t it?

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Originally posted by thatplaidnerd

pairings: One-sided!Natasha x Reader, Steve x Reader
characters: Natasha Romanoff, Reader, Steve Rogers, the Team
word count: 3790
warnings: character death, angst? that’s it, i believe
a/n: okay, so this is the first time i post any of my writing on here. usually i post my shit on gotvg or lunaescence, the latter i don’t use anymore and the former is mostly used for Young Justice shit. this one shot is based on ‘Isn’t it over?’ from Steven Universe ‘cause that hits right in the feels, mang.

Your name: submit What is this?

Your lastname: submit What is this?

You were laughing with some agent, who was leaning in close to you as he spoke, happy to have finally gotten your attention.

It wasn’t surprising to see the scene before her, there were many times when the two of you would be stopped by an agent as you walked through the halls of SHIELD just so they could talk to you. They would ask about nothing and everything, craving for your attention. And she couldn’t blame them. You were beautiful, kind, wonderful, intelligent, and deadly, everything that they wanted to be and have. 

Natasha didn’t miss the looks of jealousy she would receive when you would excuse yourself to return to to her side. And every time, Natasha couldn’t help the feeling of pride swelling within her when you would look at her and talk to her as if you hadn’t just been talking to someone who had interrupted your conversation with her.

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Just like the movies (Jackson Wang)

Thank you so much for the request I hope you like it <3

You and Jackson had been friends for as long as you can remember, you spent everyday together and you loved all the same things, you were practically the same person. The two of you even went to the same performing arts school so there was never a moment when you weren’t with each other.

The two of you had been going through a range of auditions together lately and sadly there was no luck for either of you apart from some background roles but nothing major. But there was this one film that you wanted to audition for and it was a romantic comedy film called Too beautiful to lie the plot really caught your eye and you decided to give it a whirl but you obviously didn’t go for it without telling Jackson first. “Hey, guess what.” You excitedly called down the phone to him. “You got a new puppy and decided to name it Wang puppy after me!” He replied with the same excited tone. “What? No dumb-ass why would I name a puppy that it’s name would obviously be Hershey. Anyway I was thinking about signing up for an audition for that new romantic comedy film.”

“Oh, Too pretty to lie? Yeah I’ve heard of that, it’s not my type of film but I think you’ll be perfect for it so go for it.” He was always so supportive of you and even when you got the part and he didn’t he’d always have your back, and you did the same for him you were a team after all. “Awesome, are you going to audition with me?” You always asked him this the two of you never went to an audition alone and more often than not the two of you would audition in hopes of being in the same film. “No I wont bother but you should still go ahead with it, It’ll be good for you.”

You decided to listen to what he said and sign up on your own. It felt weird without him by your side, this was your first audition on your own and you were scared of the outcome, yes you had gone through multiple rejections before but you always had Jackson to fall back on. Why didn’t he want to come with you even if it was just for support? You decided not to let that bother you for now and you just thought about your audition and doing well in it. 

You walked into the building where the auditions were being held and you could see all the people waiting to audition practising their lines ready for when they get called. This made you feel even more intimidated. You were one of the last to go in and it went really well and they said they’d call you if you got the part. As you left you rang Jackson to let him know how everything went. “That’s amazing I knew you could do it and what did I say you don’t need me with you all the time you’re strong enough to audition on your own.” His words made you feel more confident in yourself and our abilities he always knew how to make a situation even better … this is probably the reason why you’d fallen for him a while ago, but you never told him that’s the one thing you will never admit to him since it would ruin your friendship.

-Time skip-

It had been a few weeks since your audition and you’d started to doubt if you’d been picked so you didn’t get your hopes up about it … that was until your phone started to go off. You hesitated to answer it at first when you saw the number but you decided you had to answer it. “Hello?”

“Hello is this Y/n?” You heard the unfamiliar voice ask. “Yes that’s me may I ask who this is?” Your heart was beating faster than it was before you picked up your phone, who was this and how did they know your name? “I am the director of the film Too beautiful to lie and I’d like to inform you that we have decided to cast you as the lead role and we’d like for you to come to the studio and meet the rest of the cast as soon as possible.” You were so excited you couldn’t say anything but you managed to get out an agreement and you made your way to the studio.

When you got there you found the director talking to the rest of the cast members, you got so nervous seeing how many people you’d be working with and the responsibility of being the lead suddenly hit you, but there was something still keeping you sane and you couldn’t put your finger on it. “Y/n! there you are come here and meet the crew.” The director called to you. As you made your way over you started to make out the faces of some of the crew and there was one face in particular that you seemed to latch onto … Jackson. You looked at him and pretty much had a conversation with him through eye contact. Why was he there he never auditioned and even if he did he would have told you … wouldn’t he?

When you got a bit of time to yourself you decided to go and talk to him. “Jackson what are you doing here? I thought you didn’t want to audition because it wasn’t your type of film?” You ask with curiosity and slight annoyance of his secrecy. “I wanted to surprise you so hi.” He replied with a cheerful wave. Of course it was all a surprise this was Jackson after all how could you not see this coming this was how he usually was, always popping out of no where. 

-Time skip- 

Filming had been going on for about 4 months and Jackson just so happened to be the lead role with you, but there was one thing that you were really nervous about … the kiss scene. You already wanted to date him, now the director is having you two have a kiss scene together you were both happy and scared about it knowing you may not be able to stop once you kiss him and he’ll find out your true feelings, but it had to happen sometime. And just your luck … that day was today. “So how are you feeling about your kiss scene?” Jackson asked in his usual sarcastic and annoying tone, you tried to cover your feelings by rolling your eyes and lightly punching his arm causing him you exaggerate his pain. 

You were both called onto the set to get ready for the scene, your palms started to sweat a little from the nerves, but Jackson was surprisingly calm about it. when it came to the kiss itself you couldn’t hide your nerves any more it all got a little to much and Jackson had noticed. As he was about to go in for the his he gave you a reassuring look which told you to calm down and everything will be fine. As you started to calm yourself you felt his face slowly getting closer to yours before his soft lips connected with yours, he got more into the kiss than you thought he would have, it was almost like he wanted to kiss you. The kiss was a bit stiff and nervous at first but once he was comfortable he put his arm around your waist and pulled you closer deepening the kiss. “Cut! That was great guy I don’t think we need to do another take.” the director called out to the both of you. You were left a little breathless and you started to blush. “No, no I think we should do one more I can do it better.” He insisted and the director decided to agree with him and let the two of you try the scene again, this time he wasn’t nervous about it at all and he made it even more passionate than the last one. As the director called cut for the last time and the two of you walked over to the side waiting for your next scene, Jackson smiled at you with his cheesy smile, “You do not want to know how long I’ve wanted to do that for.” You went red at this statement and he noticed in your eyes that you were thinking the same so without hesitation he pulled you into him one last time and pulled you into that passionate and romantic kiss that you had been waiting for. You knew this was going to start something great between the two of you.


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BTVS 5x15 I Was Made to Love You

Stray thoughts

1) This might be my least favorite season 5 episode. And it’s not just because there are several things in it that tick me (Buffy doubting her self-worth because of guys, Warren, the ending…) It’s just that it’s not really good? It does have some good moments, though. But on the whole every time I watch it all I’m thinking about is “Joyce dies at the end of this episode. Joyce dies at the end of this episode.” And I think that’s because the storyline does not interest me enough to really make me not think about the episode’s final scene. 

2) In Crush, Joyce asked Buffy is she had done anything to lead Spike on. In this episode, both Xander and Giles assure her that whatever Spike is “feeling” has nothing to do with her or with anything she might have done. I wonder why the writers chose to have a woman deliver the misogynistic message and two men to set the record straight. What makes this more problematic is the fact that Buffy is clearly pondering on Joyce’s words here. She listened to her mom, and if her mom is questioning whether she’s done something wrong, then she probably did (I’m not saying she did, because of course she didn’t, I’m just trying to explain her thought process in this scenario.)

BUFFY: Spike! Spike wants me, how obscene is that? (…) I feel gross, you know, like, like, dirty.

GILES: That’s ridiculous, you can’t be responsible for what Spike thinks or, feels.
BUFFY: Well, aren’t I responsible? I mean, something about me had to make him feel that, right? Something that made him say, “woof, that’s the one for me!”

BUFFY: That’s my secret to attracting men. You know, it’s simple really, you slap ‘em around a bit, you torture 'em, you make their lives a living hell-
BUFFY: …and sure, the nice guys, they’ll run away, but every now and then you’ll meet a real prince of a guy like Spike who gets off on it.
XANDER: Buffy…  Stand me up. The problem is not you. Don’t do this to yourself, please.

3) This is Riley’s legacy, right here. 

BUFFY: It’s just … I just wanna know that there’s gonna be another good one. One that I won’t chase away.
XANDER: There will be. Promise. He’s out there, he could come along any minute.
BUFFY: Yeah, and the minute after that I can terrify him with my alarming strength and remarkable self-involvement.

He’d called her “self-involved” when he barely knew her. And I think that’s really what he thought about her, he never changed his mind about her in that respect. He’d put that label on Buffy the moment he met her and never really realized how wrong he was. And he saw all of her actions through that self-involvement lense. He kept making her feel selfish and self-involved till the very moment he left. And way afterwards, as you can see. 

4) See? This is why Xander’s the heart.

BUFFY: Maybe I could change. You know, I could, I could work harder. I could spend less time slaying, I could laugh at his jokes, I mean, men like that, right, the, the joke-laughing-at?
XANDER: Or maybe you could just be Buffy, he’ll see your amazing heart, and he’ll fall in love with you.

Me too, Buffy, me too.

5) Fun fact that probably everyone already knows: Britney Spears was supposed to play April in this episode.

Can you imagine how iconic this episode would’ve been?


JOYCE: *looks absolutely gorgeous, is excited for her date, having a blast with her daughters, trying on outfits*

ME: *keeps thinking about how Joyce dies at the end of the episode*

Also, I’m kind of pissed off at the writers. This won’t be the last time they pull this kind of stunt: having a character have the time of their lives only to kill them off by the end of the episode. And I don’t know if the Buffy writers were the ones responsible for starting this horrible trope, but they definitely contributed A LOT. I mean, Joss knew they were writing Joyce’s death in this season. Why did they wait till her very last episode to have her going on dates and having an amazing time with her two daughters? Why have Dawn and Buffy act as loving sisters and daughters and be supportive of her mum and tease her mercilessly as a team during this episode? Why show them as a happy family during the episode that ends with her dying? Because Joss Whedon will never choose to break your heart, he’ll always try to devastate you utterly and in the worst possible way. I think there’s something sadistic about the way he chose to write the deaths of certain characters. It’s as if he doesn’t think having the characters die will be devastating enough. No, he needs to destroy you in the worse. So he dangles all this happiness and cuteness in front of you and makes you feel safe and content so that then he can rip it all away and leave you heartbroken and empty. Because you just saw what could’ve been and never will be. Yeah, he’s a sadist.

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anonymous asked:

I saw you looking for more KNB requests, so here I am! Could you write a scenario for Midorima, Takao, and Kagami, in which their girlfriend says or does something to make their hearts flutter, like tell them how much they mean to her or something cute and fluffy like that! Thank you!!

Yes of course, give me more KNB requests! But of course, I love my little haikyuu babies, but yesss! Give me the basketball idiots as well! Hahaha. Coming right up for you, Anon-chan! ໒( ͡ᵔ ▾ ͡ᵔ )७ Warning: May be spoiler for some if have not finished series; if so skip Midorima!


You had finished washing the plates in Midorima’s sink to get your mind off his aura. Midorima had been in his room alone. It had been two hours since the Rakuzan game ended and you two had not spoken one word. You could feel Midorima’s heartbreak when the last buzzer went off. You could see his heartbreak when his team walked away from the court. Your heart ached as you saw your boyfriend and his team cry as they left the stadium. And when the silence accompanied you both, you could only imagine what Midorima’s heartbreak was like. Only you knew it was much worse.

“You don’t have to do that.”

You jumped a little to the voice of Midorima. Your eyes softened, then you felt more ache in your heart. The redness under his eyes and how sore they became, you wished it would all stop for him.

Midorima walked next to you and grabbed the dishes out your hand, continuing the chore. You watched as he continued washing the dishes as usual. It hurt your heart to see him ignore his pain. But you knew it was all he could do.

In your heart, you felt the need to be there for Midorima. Through everything, he needed someone to be with him even if he wouldnt admit it.

“Shin-” your voice was shaky, it almost broke from the lump in your throat.

“___, please dont.”

You could see Midorima try to hide his face away from you. You knew the tears were slowly falling. Your face grimaced at the memory of Midorima leaving the gym with such red eyes and a disappointed look.

You placed a hand on Midorima’s forearm and leaned against his upper arm. He froze against your touch.

“I know its not enough for you,” you two froze within time. The water continued to run, Midorima held the dish and soapy sponge tighter as he awaited for you to continue. “but I’ll watch you get stronger. I know you dont need me there, but I want you to know I’ll be there. I’ll watch you get stronger than anyone on any court, and I’ll cheer you on. With your threes or with Takao or any of your team mates. I know you. You’ll get through this. And I’ll be there every step of the way. And I know this even though I’m not your weird horoscope thing”

There. All in that moment, Midorima felt a release. His hearts agony released against you as he leaned on you. He slowly let go of the plate and sponge. The water continued to run over his hands. You wrapped your arms around Midorima’s waist and felt his head atop yours. The tears fell into your hair down everywhere.

“You idiot,” Midorima sniffled. “Of all times to say that… You choose now.”

Midorima always sounded so strong. Even right now when he tried to sound strong. But you knew your words reached him. You knew he felt it within his heart that you meant what you said genuinely. You smiled as Midorima turned his head to kiss the top of your head. He let the kiss drag on, just resting there.


“I can’t believe him, he really went to the school I decide to go to,” Takao expressed in disbelief. You had been listening to him go on and on about another guy named Midorima that tried entering the basketball team as him after he swore to beat him. “I can’t believe how strong the Generation of Miracles are.”

“And these are the people from middle school who were really good as a team?” you asked confused. You propped your elbow onto the table to support your head up.

“And as individuals! Like cmon, where’s my talent?” Takao sighed with deep frustration.

You pouted to hear Takao’s response. It had been a few weeks since the beginning of basketball training and Takao would release his anger by talking to you. He did talk quite alot. But you didn’t mind. Takao seemed to have such animosity towards this Midorima fellow, but in a respectful way at the same time. It bewildered you. But you were never a fan to hear Takao talk low of himself.

Takao looked back to you as placed a hand over his. He watched you in confusion as you looked to him with a smile. “Kazu, you have talent. I know you havent discovered it yet, but you will. And you never know, maybe this Madoromi guy will help you get there.”

“Midorima” Takao corrected with a laugh. You pouted to his response.

“Yeah, anyway,” you said a little annoyed at first. But then your voice transitioned to kindness. “I believe in you. You’ll be amazing and have Midorima acknowledge you. I believe in you, Kazu.”

You two looked at each other across the table with a smile. Takao felt his smile spread, then his cheeks became warmer. “Yo-you didn’t have to say all that.”

You laughed at him quietly. “Why?”

“Becuase then things will get serious.”

“You dont want it to?”

“… I do.”

“Okay, good. Because me too. I want to be there for you for all of your games.”

The rest of the day, Takao just imagined all his games until his third year with you in the audience. A smile would not leave his face.


You slid the door to Kagami’s balcony and stepped out to breathe in the fresh air. Kagami leaned over the balcony with his head in between in hands. You placed a hand on his back as you stood next to him.

“This is nice, no?” you asked quietly. You didnt expect an answer right away.

The light summer breeze blew past you two soundlessly. You could smell Kagami’s deodorant breeze passed you. It smelled of mint and fresh laundry. The sun shone down on both of your skin. The sky was a clear blue. It was a nice day.

Kagami dropped his hands from his head. He still looked stories down to the ground as he leaned against you. You rubbed his back in circles and leaned your head against his.

“I love you, Taiga,” you said quietly as the wind breezed passed you two again.

Kagami looked up at you shocked. His eyes were wide and his mouth was agape. You expected this reaction. All you could do was give him the most honest smile, because you meant it. You loved this man. Nothing was going to change that. Kagami covered the bottom of his face but it couldnt hide his embarrassed face as he continued to stutter. You laughed at his reaction as he couldn’t find the words to say.

“I love you,”

“Wh-why? Why are you saying that now?” Kagami’s heart was racing. He didnt know what to say, this was his first time feeling these emotions. Being with you showed him new things. He couldnt put into words what these feelings were, but he was happy. But you saying you love him, it had his heart practically leaping out his chest.

“Because I mean it. I love you, Taiga. I just wanted to let you know before I forgot or never got to or something.” you said simply. Kagami looked down at his feet, his face completely red.

His red face suddenly disappeared. “Are you mad I didn’t say it back?”

“No,” you said. “If you’re not ready to say it, then dont. I think I would be more mad if you said it and not meant it rather than the other way.”

“Its not that!” Kagami shouted back. Your eyes widened at the sudden change in volume. Kagami was so flustered, you couldnt help but smile. “I’m… I love basketball.”

You raised an eyebrow to him. “I know. Anyone who knows you knows that.”

“Yeah, well. I sometimes feel what I feel for basketball, I feel for you,” Kagami said slowly. He waved his hands out in front of him as he tried finding the words to say. “But it feels warmer or better with you.”

You watched Kagami not meet your eyes. His cheeks were still red, he couldn’t stay still. You smiled as you walked up to Kagami and grabbed his hands. He shot his eyes to your hands touching and froze. Kagami slowly looked to your eyes and instantly relaxed.

Your smile was so serene. So simple but appreciative. Kagami gazed at your beautiful face and was struck. This angelic face learned to love him. The simplest three words were so hard to express but had a pull on his heart. The time felt right. Kagami leaned down and slowly closed his eyes. You stood on your toes to reach him halfway. As your lips touched, you could feel a smile fork on Kagami’s face. The world gotten warmer. Your world became at peace.

As Kagami broke your kiss, he stared into your eyes. “I love you too. I know it. I do.”

A smile slowly came upon your face. “I know. I’m happy.”

Best story of my life starts now:

While at work on Wednesday I get an email from Taylor Nation. The email tells me I have been chosen for an exclusive opportunity and I needed to give them my phone number. I received the email around 1pm and didn’t see that I had received it until 2:00! Talk about a FREAK OUT SESSION.

I emailed them back and gave them my phone number. I was told not to tell ANYONE I had received the email.

I waited 24 hours to hear back from them. The longest, most grueling 24 hours of my life!!

At 5:30pm the SWEETEST girl in the world called me. Karli, I love you. So much!

Basically I was told I had been picked BY TAYLOR for this event and asked if I wanted to go. WANTED TO GO? WHO ARE YOU. OF COURSE I DO.

I was asked if I could make it to Nashville on Sunday. THAT GAVE ME 2 DAYS TO GET EVERYTHING SORTED OUT AND GOOD TO GO. If you know me you KNOW that I do not do well with chaotic crazy situations where I do not know every single detail. (Holy Crap as I’m writing this I look to the ladies book next to me and there is a huge 13 on the page she is reading. COOL. Sign from the Swift gods. I get it.)

She informed me that I could ONLY tell emergency contacts about this.


ANYWAYS, She gave me the secret code word to give security and we went over details. BAM. I realized I was finally going to hang out with and get a chance to talk with Taylor Swift.

That night Caleb helped me book a flight and an Airbnb. Talk about chaotic. I never want to go through that part again! 

Luckily, I was off of work (due to a school holiday) the next day. (Friday) so that gave me time to get everything ready and done.

A friend and I went shopping for HOURS. I found a bunch of really cute tops and jewelry but I never felt like it was PERFECT for meeting Taylor.

So that evening, Caleb also took me shopping at a boutique in Wimberley where I found the most perfect outfit ever! He’s the best husband ever.

The next day I flew out at 4:40pm and arrived in Nashville at 8:15!

Let me just say, I LOVE NASHVILLE. I want to move there. Now.

I arrived to my airbnb (which was the most amazing guest house I have ever stayed in) and finally fell asleep at 2:00am.

—–Side Note: I legit have never experienced anxiety like I experienced for this event. I couldn’t eat anything. ANYTHING.

The next morning I woke up and decided to go explore Nashville for a few hours. The event didn’t start until 4PM so I had time!

I went to Pancake Pantry, Sweet CeCe’s Yogurt, Big Machine Records Office, The Dragon Mural, and Bluebird Café. It was so fun and so awesome to go to all of Taylor’s favorite places!

I then went back to my airbnb and rested the rest of the day.

Once I got ready I drove to our secret location!

When I arrived there were SOOOO MANY SWIFTIES. 89 OF US.

I was a little nervous that I wouldn’t know anyone BUT within 2 minutes of me being there Liz, Teresa, and Nat run up to me and say “KATIE IS THAT YOU!!!” I was so happy to see them!!! (They eventually got my name right :D)

After going through 2 security checkpoints it was time to load the bus.

The group we had on bus 2 was literally the best group I could have ended up with. I made some awesome friendships with these amazing people!

We sang so many songs on our way to our final location. Thug Story was HILARIOUS.

As we were pulling in to the location, everyone began screaming their faces off because we realized we were at The Swift’s home. THE SWIFT’S HOME. WHAT. HOLD ME.

I couldn’t believe how hospitable they were to allow 89 fans to come into their home for 6 hours!

Once we went through another security checkpoint we were taken to the patio area of the house. This area had a pool and multiple sitting areas. It was GORGEOUS. I come from a family of interior decorators and let me just say: THIS HOUSE BELONGED IN TOWN & COUNTRY MAGAZINE.

Taylor had the most amazing food set up for us! It was an appetizer set up. There were chicken nuggets, beef and chicken kabobs, sliders, sushi, egg rolls, cheese platter, fruit platter, veggie platter, chips and dip, and I’m probably forgetting the rest.

As we are all hanging outside her team starts coming around taking pictures of all of us on the POLAROID. I have no idea what these are for but one of the TN workers told me they would be used for something special!

We eat and hang out and then BAM we are told to come inside of the house and find a seat in the living room. LET ME JUST SAY ME AND DAYTON AND LIZ AND TERESA AND ERIN AND AMANDA LUCKED OUT. WE WERE LITERALLY AT TAYLORS FEET. LESS THAN 2 FEET FROM HER.

It was unbelievable!

The living room had huge pillows everywhere for people to sit on. It was gorgeous!

We are all sitting and talking and laughing and then BAM there’s freaking Taylor Swift in the stairway looking like a cherub. LIKE WHAT EVEN.  SHOUT OUT TO ANDREA AND SCOTT FOR THE MOST AMAZING GENETIC PASS DOWN EVER.

EVERYONE LOST THEIR MINDS. I mean it was like the Last Excorcism was happening (Dayton, hahaha). People I didn’t even know grabbed my arms, my legs, my hair and just squeezed because they were so excited. That was different but I’ll take it. SWIFT UP HALL.

She sat down and welcomed us. She also made all of our eyes glaze over at the presence of her beauty. I don’t get it.  I just don’t. PERFECTION.

She told us we were there because she HAND PICKED all of us and she started the picking process almost 6 months ago. She said she loved all of our support and posts and she was so excited to meet us. Mid sentence she stopped talked and pointed to Amanda and said, “AMANDA! I’m so glad you’re here!!”. Amanda died. Right there. DIED.

She then proceeded to give us a breakdown of every song. Why she wrote it, how she was feeling when she wrote it, what inspired her, etc.

THAT’S WHEN THE HOLY SESSION STARTED. She slayed us. All of us. BROKE US TO PIECES. This album is so unbelievable and so amazingly produced that I can barely even talk about it. I cannot wait for the release of it. I have 3 favorite songs from the album. One of them will for sure be a HUGE single.

During the listening session Taylor and us (SQUAD 5) talked several times. She pointed to me and said, “TEXAS FRIEND!! You’re the only one here from Texas ya know?!” I DIED AGAIN. THEN RESURRECTED BECAUSE I KNEW THE BLESSING WASN’T OVER. How did she know who I was? How did she know I was the only one from Texas? ARE WE BFF? IS THIS MY MOMENT WHEN I FINALLY HAVE A SLUMBER PARTY AND BAKING SESSION WITH TAYLOR? AM I IN HER COVEN?

She would smile and look at us throughout the entire thing. I can’t get over how lucky Squad 5 was through this entire thing. If I ever go to Vegas I’m bringing all of you with me- you are 100% good luck charms.

–Side Note: Taylor brought Olivia out and handed her to a fan to hold for the rest of the listening session. THE GIRL CRIED.

—During Intermission Taylor brought out Mint Chocolate Cookies, Chai Cookies, and Rice Krispie Treats. She made all of the goodies for us. AND LET ME TELL YOU DARLING IT WAS GOOD. I COULD HAVE EATEN 65 OF THE RICE KRISPIES. HOLY CRAP.

—SIDE NOTE: Right before she played one of her songs with one of her favorite collaborators EVER she played us the voice memo she had on her phone of when the inspiration first came to her. It was so cool being able to see how the entire process worked. Her voice was angelic. Acoustic, sitting with a guitar, Taylor Swift—that’s my favorite.

When the final song was over EVERYONE STOOD UP and cheered and clapped like crazy. She made us so proud! She then said, “I think we missed one! Let’s dance!” and started playing Shake It Off. Then entire room (89 fans and Mama and Papa Swift danced together. It was like a rave. Except no drugs and sex- instead there were cookies and cats. It was perfect.

After the dance party Taylor made her way back to her chair. At this point everyone is still talking. I am extremely close to Taylor at this point and no one is really talking to her (WHY?  I don’t know!!). I look over and Taylor is smilng at me and I say “Taylor. You did it again. You killed it. I am so proud of you and I love the new album.” Taylor smiled SO big and said, “Thank you so much! I am so happy you came all the way here.”

At this point Taylor said she was going to go put some more lipstick on and freshen up. We were taken back outside to the patio area. Taylor had told us that we would be getting pictures after the listening session so we were all anxiously waiting for that!

Finally they started calling groups. We all figured we would get group pictures because there 89 of us and that’s what she did at the Live Chat Party! NOPE. She took at least 5 minutes with every single fan and also took a polaroid with EVERY single fan. WHO DOES THAT? TAYLOR ANGEL SWIFT DOES.

I was in group 5 (SQUAD 5 WHAT UP) so we had some time to just chill and hang out. As me and one of my new friends, Dayton, are walking to go get some more food we notice Mama Swift walking in the house with her two dogs. We went about our business and walked back towards we were. Right when we were about to turn to go to our area Mama Swift walked out the door. Dayton and I had an awesome conversation with her. She told me I looked familiar and then said, “AUSTIN! You and your 3 friends sat with me the entire show. Oh my goodness you girls made dancing to IKYWT so much fun!” My jaw was literally on the floor. She remembered us?? WHAT. AT THIS POINT IM ABOUT TO PASS OUT BECAUSE THE ENTIRE NIGHT HAS BEEN ONE GIANT BALL OF A MILLION EMOTIONS. I told her, “YES! OMG my friends are going to die that you remember that!” She smiled really big and said, “Of course I remember. I had a blast!”

Dayton and I continued to talk with her for a while- we talked about Taylor touring, how important it was to Taylor that she picked us to come to the event, their home, and their dogs. I got to meet Taylor’s parents’ dogs Bug and Baby. Let me just tell you. They are as cute as their sister, Taylor. Bug and baby licked all over my face and I didn’t even care.

We then went and hung out and chatted with one of Taylor’s body guards for a bit. THEN IT WAS OUR TURN. The moment had finally arrived.

We were taken inside their pool table room and told to wait. One by one we were called into a room to get to meet with Taylor and take a picture. There were family photos everywhere in this room and the decorating was just perfect.

Papa Swift came in and sat on the pool table and talked with us.

–Side Note: I sat in the Red Live Chat chair with Teresa. It was a glorious moment.

He talked about Taylor’s success, how much she loves hosting people, and how crazy good this new album and tour are going to be. He found out I was a teacher and he told me,

“Andrea and I want this phrase in the front of every single classroom so the kids can see it every day—“YOU CAN CHANGE THE WORLD. Make sure you put that there.”


He also said, “Another good one to put up would be “Impossible is only an opion.”- He told me Muhammad Ali said that and it was been so true in Taylor’s life so many times.

While Papa Swift was talking to Teresa and I he legit was flipping us off without knowing it—literally a solid minute. WE WERE DYING. WE WERE TRYING TO KEEP A STRAIGHT FACE BUT GOOD GOSH IT WAS HARD. SCOTT how did you not know your middle finger was just pointing straight up???

THEN IT WAS MY TURN. I was so happy to see her. Her little black romper was the cutest thing ever. I want it and I NEED TO KNOW where it’s from.

When I walked in she said, “HI!!! I AM SO HAPPY YOU CAME ALL THE WAY OUT!” We hugged and just talked for a few minutes. We talked about Caleb, Gus, her album, awkward dancing, and my friend Cindy!

Caleb: She told me to tell Caleb HI and to tell him Thank You for supporting our friendship. YES SHE SAID FRIENDSHIP. BYE WORLD. She said it was awesome how he encouraged me to go all the way to Nashville because he knew how impotant it was to me!

Gus: We talked about how Gus and Meredith are twins. They make the same expressions. She told me she would look for his pictures so she could see the face.

Album: We both just freaked out about how amazing it was and how much fun she had making it.

Awkward Dancing: When I first walked in she said “HIIII” and did an awkward hip dance move. I died laughing. She said, “That was awkward wasn’t it?” and I responded by doing the dance move right back to her and she died laughing. Then we both started doing the dance move. We were laughing so hard, it was so funny!

Cindy: I met Cindy through a Taylor Contest- she messaged me on twitter introducing herself to me. I told Taylor about Cindy and how it reminded me of her and Lena’s friendship. She agreed and said she was so happy about me having such a good friend that was brought to me through her music! I asked her if she remembered Cindy and her twin Angie and she said, “YES! Angie is engaged! I remember them! Do ya’ll see each other a lot? Ya’ll live so far from each other so that’s tough!”

Her assistant asked if I wanted to take a pic with her- UM YES???

Taylor asked me what we should do and I said we should do a sassy pose because Sassy Taylor is my fave. She laughed and said OKAY. We took the picture, hugged, hugged again and then we told each other bye. She said, “See ya on the internet!”

That’s when I died for the 4th time and resurrected again. We were given merch bags (3 shirts, 2 calendars, keychain, and new messenger bag) and escorted back to our buses.

We all lost our minds on the bus and looked at each other’s polaroids. They are all so cute and I am still blown away by everything.


taylorswift I LOVE YOU AND AM SO THANKFUL FOR LAST NIGHT. I thought you would like to know that I protected my polaroid for during the plane ride. How did I do that you ask? I put it inside my Friends Season 2 DVD Case that I brought to watch on the flight. YES I DID. :) :) :)

Love you!

I’ve been at the Newark airport for the past five hours. I still feel the crying hangover from last night. I don’t feel like looking through anything that will remind me of what happened, but I do it anyway. I go on Tumblr and Twitter. I go into a sports bar to eat food and happen to see highlights of last night’s game.

I end up sitting next to a Chilean fan. I find myself congratulating her. But then she told me that Argentina had no heart, no will, nothing and were too cocky and that’s why they lost. I felt sick. I left as fast as I could.

I don’t know if I can accurately out what I feel down properly. But I want to try. Writing things out (or typing in this case) has always been a way to heal or to at least attempt at consoling myself or just something to block the pain or sadness or whatever I could be feeling.

I’ve encountered so many people in my personal life that don’t understand football. It’s not a popular in the United States. It’s a game for sissies and divers. How can a game not have high scoring points? How can there be draws? How can this or how can that?

I’ve had people tell me that I was wrong for rooting for Argentina. I never lived there. I didn’t have Argentine blood. I was only there for Messi. I was only there because the players are hot. I am only jumping on a bandwagon. And so on.

Why does it matter they would say. It’s just a sport. It’s just a game. There will be other games. Don’t cry. Don’t yell. Don’t whine. It’s just a game. Just a sport.

“You’ve never been to Argentina, Alexa. What’s the point of rooting for them? I cannot believe you aren’t supporting the country you were born and raised in.”

It goes on and on.

I have tried to explain. But it never works. Not with them.

I never knew about football and what it meant. I’m still a newbie in a sense. I started watching during the last World Cup. I admit I rooted for the USA and for teams that I thought had hot guys because that’s what got me interested for a bit.

But then I watched an Argentina game. I saw a man named Mascherano. Okay, instantly attracted. Found Messi. Same thing felt.

Then something changed. I actually payed attention to all the players. Not just the two. Of course the two became my heroes in a sense.

Something clicked. Football wasn’t real until I found the Argentina NT.

I fell in love. I followed them through the last group games to the knockout rounds to the final.

I was so excited. I wanted to learn so much about the sport, about this team. I didn’t want to be called a fair weather fan or a bandwagon rider. I wanted to confidently say that this is my team for a reason.

I tested the water. I thought maybe I’ll support Bayern or Arsenal or someone as my club. But then I thought about the two players I loved most in the Argentina team. I thought about those in that team. Where were they? Could I keep an eye on them?

So I found where each and everyone played. I found them. But what club would I go to? Again, I resorted the two players that caught my eye through their passion, their play, their looks, their everything: Masche and Messi.

I followed them to Barcelona. I fell in love with a club. I fell in love with those two even more. I found another part of football that I adored.

Then the Copa came. Another hope in me that the team that led me to all that I loved about this sport, this game, this religion would find success… But nothing.

So I decided to learn more. I read up as much as I could. I sent love and well wishes to them all. I made sure they were doing as well as they could in whatever league they were in.

Then something happened. An argument spread out after a match. It was the World Club Cup. I made a mistake. I said things about things I didn’t understand. I got my ass handed to me.

So I did what I knew was the only thing to do. I didn’t want to argue. I was wrong.

And you know what? I met some of the most amazing people. They talked to me. They helped me understand the workings and the beauty of South American (Argentina premier league) football.

I fell in love with River Plate. Still falling. Everything is new and I am still learning. I’m looking at these amazing players that Argentina produced here at River and my heart screams in joy.

And you know what? That made me appreciate football even more. I realized I couldn’t personally be stuck watching one way of football.

I guess what I’m trying to say is that each time I find a new league or a new competition or meeting wonderful people I find myself returning to the Argentina NT. I go back to where it all started.

Sometimes, in the quiet moments, in moments like this sometimes, I feel like a fraud though. I feel like I’m not Argentinean or I haven’t been a fan of football long enough to feel this way. I have made too many mistakes and got too many things wrong about football and what-not to feel the way I do.

All I know is that - is that - hey, I love this team. I love these players. I love the people that I have met because of them. It all ends up going back to them.

FC Barcelona
River Plate
Club World Cup
Copa Del Rey
It all comes back to Argentina.

I cannot begin to know or understand or imagine the pain the players are going through, and what the Argentines are going through. I’ll never begin to know or understand or imagine the pain those who have loved and support Argentina longer than me are going through.

All I know is that I mean it when I say that Argentina is my national team. I mean it when I say that I stand by this team, these players… I mean when I say that I love them. I mean it when I say that seeing the looks on their faces last night broke me.

I still cry about it. I still feel pain. I can’t believe this is real. I don’t know how to react. What is the proper reaction? Do I be angry? Do I give up? Do I ignore this? Or do I just cry?

I guess I’m just writing this for me. I guess I’m being ridiculous. I guess I don’t know. I’m just writing what I can. These thoughts are scrambled in my brain.

I just want to give them my thanks. I don’t know if they’ll ever know how much they mean to me. I know they’ll never know that they made me fall in love with football. They’ll never know how much I love them.

I just want to thank those who have been patient with me. Who’ve helped me learn more about football. Who’ve helped me learn more about the national team of my heart. I hope I’ve been respectful. I hope I have learned.

I can’t really get the looks on the players faces out my head. I can’t erase the memory of seeing Leo cry so much. I can’t get the pain of each and everyone of their faces out of my head.

It’s the day after and I still feel pain. I still want to cry.

I’m just one person. I’m not Argentinean. I can’t speak for those who are. But I can say from a new fan, from a far off admirer that I respect you and care about you and I…

I don’t know what the point of this post is. I guess the only thing I can say is football can beautiful but it also can be so cruel.

I just wanted to write these jumbled thoughts down. I guess this is my way of trying make sense out of things.


Mahal kita, Argentina. Iniisip kita. Ikaw ang lahat sa akin.