i need that special someone

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                                   You sound exactly like him.  Why is this a problem?

When all your friends are posting pics with their significant other for Valentine’s Day but you’re still single

I still not over this Edward Nygma’s looking for a new friend ‘cause he miss Oswald and talking about that with everyone

The Family Dinner

Jughead x Reader

Summary: In which Jughead doesn’t want to go the reader’s annual family dinner.

Word Count: 1,928

Sighing, for the thousandth time, you waved your arms in front of your boyfriend’s face. “Look, I’m just asking for one family dinner. One! God forbid. It’s not like I’m marrying you into the family.” You said, snark radiating from your voice.

You watched as his facial expression changed from distracted to disgusted. Hearing the word ‘marriage’, he looked up at you and shook his head. “Gross, Y/N, you know how I feel about that word.”

Rolling your eyes, you sighed once more. “Wow, show a little more repulsion why don’t you? I don’t think you looked sickened enough at the thought of marrying me. Maybe if you bring your nose up a little more.” You told him and proceeded to reach over to his face and push up his nose.

“What are you- God stop. I’m sorry.” He said, finally giving in and acknowledging you. After he finished speaking, however, his attention diverted back to his laptop. Annoyed at the sound of his fingers rapidly hitting the keys, and him ignoring you, you promptly took his hand and then shut the laptop.

“This is ridiculous.” He said, falling back into the booth at Pop’s and sighing.

“No, it isn’t. Jughead why do you have to be so difficult about everything?” You snapped and looked at him expectantly.

“I’m not difficult about everything. Your family is literally crazy, and they don’t like me very much. Why would I be happy about going over there?” Jughead asked, like it was obvious why he didn’t like to be around your family.

This made you laugh and shake your head. “You say that like I like them. Like I don’t know they are crazy. I want you to be there because yes, I’m selfish, and I don’t want to have to go through the annual Y/L/N dinner alone. Okay? Juggie I need you.”

The idea of someone needing Jughead always made him feel special, and you knew this. Unfortunately, he also knew that you knew this.

“You don’t, actually. You’ve handled those by yourself for how many years? Right, let me count.” Jughead began to count on his fingers to emphasize his point, but you stopped him by grabbing his hands and holding them on the table.

“Okay fine, you’re right. But I want you there. More than anything. I love you and I know that you hate the conventional family, couple stuff but I hate these dinners and this one might at least be a little more bearable with you there. You don’t have to go if it’s that revolting but I know that there will be a lot of good food. So much food actually.” You told him, knowing that food would tempt him, if nothing else.

Cracking a smile, Jughead leaned forward. “Fine. I’ll go. But don’t think that this is going to be a regular thing. I’m not going next year.”

Nodding ferociously at Jughead to accept the compromise, you smiled to yourself at the idea that Jughead knew that you would be together in a year. Granted, you had already been together for two, but his hatred of marriage made you question where he saw the relationship going.

“Thank you so much. And it won’t be too bad. I mean, we could always sneak off and-” Jughead cut you off mid sentence.

“And risk any member of your family finding us together and hating me even more? Yeah, no thank you.” Jughead scoffed at your proposal and started packing his laptop into his backpack.

“Jesus, I’m not saying that we would get blackout drunk or have hot and heavy sex. I’m just telling you that if you, or I, get too overwhelmed, we could go up to my bedroom and chill out for a bit. Maybe kiss a little but-” You are cut off once again by Jughead, who had made himself comfortable, sitting on the table at Pop’s.

“You don’t get it, Y/N. They already think I’m some low life who’s using you for sex. Your father legitimately cornered me one day and told me that he wasn’t going to let you ‘be one of my conquests’. They genuinely think that I’m trailer trash.”

When you started laughing, Jughead just squinted his eyes at you in annoyance.

“Sorry” You started “It’s just that we have like, little to no sex life, so it’s really funny to think of my dad thinking that you’ve managed to get enough girls for me to be considered another conquest.”

“Gee thanks. I’d love to stay but my self esteem and overall mood is really plummeting so it’s probably best that I go.” Jughead said, hopping off of the table and swinging his backpack over one shoulder. As he started to walk past you, you jumped up and grabbed his hand.

“Jughead wait.” You pleaded, suddenly realizing how irritated and upset Jughead had become.

Jughead turned to look at you, his demeanor still radiating displeasure. He raised an eyebrow, as if to ask you what else you could possibly want. Frowning at him, you used his hand to pull his body closer to yours.

“I’m sorry for being so pushy and mean. I’m really stressed about the dinner and you are the only person that can calm me down.” You said, playing with the cuff of his coat. Jughead had only really been mad at you a few other times and it always made you especially anxious.

Exhaling, he brought his hand to your hair, and brushed it out of your face before leaning over and kissing the top of your head. “I know how much you hate these, and that’s why I am agreeing to go. But you don’t know what it’s like to have everyone always look at you like you are worthless, like you’re just filling up space in their precious world until you die or get thrown in jail or something along those lines.”

Pushing yourself away from comfort of his chest, you looked up at him with sadness. “Juggie, you know that I don’t think of you like that, right? That I haven’t ever thought of you like that.”

Giving you a half hearted smile, he traced his fingers along your palm and nodded. “That’s because you are the most compassionate, non judgemental, and loving person I know. You never look at anyone like that.”

His words melted your heart, and you couldn’t understand how anyone could view Jughead in a negative light. “But I don’t fall in love with just anyone either. I love you because of who you are, not just because I am a nice person. Trust me, if I was just being nice, I wouldn’t have listened to you talk about In Cold Blood and whether or not Truman Capote was in love with one of the killers the dozens of times that I did.”

Squinting his eyes once more, he looked shocked. “I thought you were interested in my analysis! That is a time honored book. I don’t think it’s a crime for me to talk about it.”

“Jughead, I was interested, the first time, maybe even the second time, but by the third time I was really starting to contemplate whether you were in love with one of them too. Anyway, that isn’t the point.” Noticing just how far off topic you had gotten, you shook your head at your boyfriend. “Look, I understand why you don’t want to be around judgemental people. But you handle people like them everyday. I don’t understand why this is any different.”

“Y/N, this isn’t just anyone. This is your family. What do you think is going to happen to us, long term, if they don’t like me?” Jughead sat back on top of the diner table as you stood in front of him, hands intertwined with his.

“L-long term?” You asked, daring to question what exactly constituted long term in his mind.

“Yeah, like 5, 10 years down the road. I want to be able to have a life with you, without your family thinking that I’ve tarnished their precious daughter. I don’t want our kids to grow up, with their grandparents looking at them like they’re one half of a whole. I don’t want you to regret choosing me over some jock that they would approve of because it would’ve been easier.” Jughead looked so concerned, so distressed of the thought of your future, your children’s future. He wasn’t a romantic, and up until this point, you’ve never heard him even mention your future. You both had taken your entire relationship day by day, and honestly, you’d never felt like you look at anything beyond that.

“But you hate marriage. Anytime I bring the future up, you tell me to focus on right now and you’ve always said that you don’t like kids. I don’t get it.” You took deep breaths, both in confusion and fear that everything that you had just heard him say about your future together was a dream.

“I hate the idea of marriage. It’s just a product of what I saw when I was growing up. I don’t want you to think that I don’t want to be with you forever, because I do, and if marriage is what it would take to prove that to you, then I would marry you in an instant. And of course I think about our future, but I’m scared. I’m scared that talking about it will make it disappear. Or that we will get too caught up in what the future could be like that we fall out of love in the present.” Jughead stopped for a minute, bringing his hands around your neck and brushing his thumb along your collarbone. “As for kids, I don’t like kids. But our kid wouldn’t just be any kid, it would be a someone with your heart running around, a mini you. You’re the best person in my life and I don’t think anything could be better than having two of you.”

You didn’t even bother to hide how big your smile was. Jughead’s words sent you over the moon and cemented your relationship as a permanent fixture in your life.

“Is Jughead Jones talking about marriage? Kids even? Who are you and what have you done with my boyfriend?” You joked.

Lightly pushing against your chest he smiled and shook his head. “Shut up, okay, or I won’t bring it up again.”

Laughing you took your hands and squished his cheeks together. “Aw, is someone embarrassed?” You watched as his face turned red and he detached your hands from his face.

“No but seriously, I will never regret a moment with you. Screw my family. They have horrible taste anyway. I mean have you seen the throw rug that my mom and grandma picked out for the living room? Honestly I would be kind of concerned if they did like you.” You told him.

“That is one godawful rug.” Jughead said, smirking at you.

Pulling his arm to get him to stand up again, you wrapped your arms around him and listened to the sounds of his breathing. “Thank you for being the absolute best person I have ever met.” You tilted your head up and placed a quick kiss on his lips. “I love you.” You said, looking up at at his eyes that were framed with dark thick eyelashes.

“I love you too.” He responded. Grabbing your hand, he walked you home, saying goodbye for the last time you would see each other until the family dinner the next day.

Changes

Summary: Bucky remembers the reader and the life they had before everything was taken away from him. Based on Black Sabbath’s Changes

Word Count: 1,290

Warnings: None.

A/N: Hope you all like this. I really like it. It’s sad. 


Originally posted by natasha-stark-rogers


The first thing James Barnes did when he began to recover his memories was to look for you. Steve was there to hold his hand, to make sure he knew that he was safe and would no longer be controlled. He was there to remind him that he had once been an honorable man, a man worthy of love, a man who had loved someone fervently and had been loved back with just as much ferocity.

“Y/N,” he told Steve one day. He had woken up from a dream. It stood out to him, starkly different to the nightmares he had been having lately.

“Bucky,” Steve breathed.

“Y/N, I remember Y/N.”

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anonymous asked:

1) I hope you've had a nice day! I was too shy to comment on your selfie but you are so pretty❤ 2) I love using pet names for people i'm close with (i actually put the emoji instead of calling you sweetheart like i wanted cause some people don't like it) and was wondering how UT, UF, US, and SF bros would react if I called them petnames too. Only if you don't mind! If all 8 of them are too much than just your favorite skeles would be fine

(*Thank you so much!  <3  ^^  I’m definitely fine with sweetheart.  x]  I use pet-names all the time.  You’ve probably seen me calling people sweetie, sweetheart, or hun, and I always worry that people may think I’m being condescending, but I’m just used to using pet-names.  I probably use sweetheart the most. 
But my favorite is darlin’, which is why I always have SF!Papyrus use it.  )


UT!Sans:

He doesn’t even really notice the pet-name– unless it’s some kind of bone pun, in which case, he thinks it’s great.  He’s going to call you affectionately call you kid, kiddo, pal, or buddy; and he’s big on nicknames, so he definitely just sees it as normal.

UT!Papyrus:

“WHAT’S THIS?!  A PET-NAME??  WOWIE!!  DOES THIS MEAN… I NEED TO COME UP WITH ONE FOR YOU, TOO? I NEED SOMETHING SPECIAL, BEFITTING SOMEONE AS GREAT AS YOU!!”

Papyrus spends an absurd amount of time trying to come up with the PERFECT PET-NAME.  He researches pet names online, he writes them all down, he cross-references clichés verses utilizing alliteration…he’s bringing his A game for this.  

Using a pet-name on him makes him blush the first few times, but he loves it.

UF!Sans:

Each time you use a pet-name on him, Red smirks and takes it as an open invitation to get closer.  He already calls you by pet-names– sweetheart, doll, dollface, sweetie, sugar–so they’re the norm with him.  He does enjoy the reciprocation, though.

UF!Papyrus:

Edge gets flustered when you don’t call him Papyrus.  He doesn’t do well with pet-names, and if your relationship isn’t intimate with him, he’s not going to allow it.  Even if it is, he’s not going to allow it in public.  

He’s also terrible with pet-names.  I’m talking “SOFT-LIPPED HUMAN” terrible.

US!Sans:

“WOWZERS, ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT ME??”

Blueberry’s eyes are stars, and he’s excited at the pet-names.  He jumps on the chance to try to come up with suitable ones for you, and you’re going to end up with a string of nicknames because he just can’t stop himself.  

US!Papyrus:

Stretch already calls you hun or honey (kid and pal used more frequently in a platonic setting), so he’s definitely fine with pet-names, but he’s going to try to turn any you use on him into puns.  He really likes the pet-names because he feels like it means you’re comfortable with him.

SF!Sans:

“I CAN THINK OF A BETTER NAME TO CALL ME!  ….MASTER!!”

Blackberry is stubborn, and although he secretly REALLY LIKES the pet-names, he’s going to be against them being used in public… or heck, even in private.  It makes his cheeks glow blue, and he always uses the opportunity to get you to call him master instead just because that would make him REALLY happy.  

SF!Papyrus:

He’s shocked the first time he hears you call him a pet-name.  He’s used to being called Mutt or Mangy Mutt, but never anything… nice.  He calls you darlin’ all the time, so pet-names are a part of his vernacular, but for it to be used on him is just so foreign.  He doesn’t bring any attention to it, however, in case that makes you stop using them.  

  • My Brain: Be honest. You don't need to exaggerate your accomplishments and embellish the truth to impress a girl. Just open up and show her who you really are. Go for it :)
  • My Mouth: My real name is Lindsey Buckingham and I'm the lead guitarist and vocalist for Fleetwood Mac. I left my guitar in a McDonalds and I need to find a special someone to distract myself from this error. Yes, I look different on camera.
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and Liz… she’s alive

Blind By Your Side/ Part 3 [Final]

Morning soon came, as well as the sunrise. Still half asleep, Nightmare summoned a tentacle and pulled the curtains, so that the sunlight wouldn’t reach and hurt him. He tried to go back to sleep, but some small groans were annoying him and stopping him to do so. He slowly opened his eye, still feeling sleepy. His face flushed in dark blue when he realized that he had his arms wrapped around Cross, who was sleeping with his head on his chest.

The lords heart started beating faster on his chest, causing Nightmare to groan in irritation. He didn’t know what was that weird sensation, but he didn’t like it.

Cross suddenly started to groan and move a little. He was waking up. Nightmare stopped hugging the smaller skeleton and turned his back on him, quickly hiding his face under the blankets to cover his stupid blush.

Cross soon sat on the bed and looked around. He didn’t say anything, but his hand reached for his eyes, touching the blindfold. His hand started to slightly shake and he felt like his eyes would start watering at any second so he tried to focus on something else.

“Nightmare? Are you awake?”

“… Yes.”

“Hm. Did you sleep well?”

“… Yeah. I did.”

“Ok. So… Are we going to any missions today? I really feel like punching someone’s face.” Nightmare didn’t look at Cross, and took a long time to respond, making the other worried. “Nightmare…?”

“Cross I… I don’t think that’s a good idea.” He didn’t want to admit, but he was worried about Cross. The whole being blind thing seemed to be getting on his head, like everything around them could seriously hurt Cross.

Nightmare didn’t understand why he was feeling that way. He was supposed to hate him, wasn’t he? So then… Why was his mind so confused?

“But… Why not? I can take care of myself!”

“Like you took care of yourself on the last mission?” Nightmare replied sarcastically.

“I was just trying to prot- to help you!” He complained, his cheeks getting a little purple.

“I can take care of myself. Ever thought of doing that for once on your life?”

“Can you at least pretend that I can still see and don’t treat me like a freaking kid!?” His aura was getting more negative and Cross felt like he could cry at any moment. But he refused to stand that low. “You don’t need to treat me like someone special just because I can’t see anymore. I don’t like to be treated that way.” He sighed. “Why am I even saying this? You won’t care anyway. You never do…”

“And you never made me so confused before, but you’re doing it now.” Nightmare mumbled, but Cross managed to hear it.

“I made you… Confused…?” Nightmare’s eye widened and his face flushed blue.

“How did you hear that?”

“The same way I heard killer stop in front of the door a few minutes ago, and he’s standing there right now.” Nightmare turned to the door.

“KILLER! IF YOU’RE THERE WHEN I OPEN THE DOOR I’LL TEAR YOUR ARMS AND LEGS OFF!” fast footsteps were soon heard running away from the door.

“Heh, called it” Cross said.

“How did you know he was there?”

“Meh, blind people can hear better. That’s one of the good things about my condition” an awkward silence filled the room.

“Cross… I’m sorry.”

“W-why?”

“For… Being the reason you’re stuck like this. I shouldn’t have let you and the others just choose a random dimension without my order.” The other gave a smile.

“It’s okay, Nightmare. It wasn’t really your fault, we were just stubborn as always.”

“Yeah, you were. You should just hear me when I say that you should hear me”

“Hehehe, yeah…” Cross took a deep breath and felt his face heat up a little. “Nightmare.”

“Yeah?”

“C-can I… D-do something?”

“Hum… Sure…? What is it?”

Cross reached out his hands, luckily being able to grab Nightmare’s face on the first try. The other was a little confused as to what Cross was actually doing, but just stayed silent. Nightmare’s face suddenly flushed into a deep blue when he felt Cross press his lips on his own.

The other’s face was really purple, like he was running out of air or something. They didn’t break the kiss, as much as a part of Nightmare’s mind kept saying for him to break it and slap Cross across the face, but he just ignored that thought and kissed him back, slowly wrapping his arms around his waist and pulling his body closer to his own.

They soon broke the kiss, both painting a little from lack of air. Cross gave a small smile, his face boiling from embarrassment. Nightmare on the other hand, was pretty much speechless, his mind still processing all that happened.

“W-why did you do that?” Cross caressed his cheek, giving him a little smile.

“Because I love you, Nightmare.” His eye widened. Cross blushed a little more. “I-it’s been awhile since I felt that way and I didn’t know how to tell you… But since I lost my sight you became so nice to me that I didn’t know if I could hold it any lon…ger…” His voice died once he felt the other caress his cheek, also getting him more nervous than he already was.

“Cross…”

“Y-yeah…?”

“… I love you too.” He pulled Cross again into a kiss, the other slowly melting into his arms. It felt like a dream come true…

Just as they separated, Cross practically threw himself at Nightmare’s arms, hugging him tightly. “Hehe, you seem happy.”

“Yeah… But also so Killer can take enough photos to post online.” He said. Nightmare’s eye widened in anger and he turned to the door.

“KILLER! I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU!”

“Just let him be. You can get him later…” Nightmare groaned.

“Humpf. Fine. But only because you asked.” Cross smiled. “Hey Cross… Does being blind… Bother you?”

“… It used at first, but I think I’m getting used to it. And as long as you’re with me, I don’t care that much” Nightmare blushed and hugged him tighter. “Killer’s going to get a lot of pictures huh?”

“Yeah…” he kissed Cross’ forehead, causing him to blush. “… He will.”

The End

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I suck for endings ;u;

Englih is not my first language

Hope you enjoyed my little fanfic and I hope that it didn’t suck so much 

 Maybe I’ll bring more in the future

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another thing i didn’t need to see on tumblr: someone who’s done special effects makeup on themselves to look like a person with aids for funsies and tagged it #nasty

Look how cute we are! It’s been a few weeks now since coworkers have found out about our relationship and I’m still getting the same thing directed to me. “You deserve better” how can someone look at me with them or see me talk about them and say that? I know I’m not very open with many people but that smile in that photo, that’s a real smile. I smile like that all day long now and it’s because of Gino and Kelsie. I’ve dated several different people at this point: boys, girls, friends with benefits, dates to prove points, and dates I didn’t want to do. Not once during any of those relationships did I have someone come up to me and tell me “I deserve better” “You need someone who thinks you and only you are special” “Someone to give you the attention you need”. Nah fuck that. I have that right now. The thing people don’t understand is my passed monogamy relationships have been the ones lacking, not my polyamory relationship. I have been in love twice in my life. Once was my first love and the second time was my true first love. Both those relationships meant the most to me. And neither come close to the feelings I feel now. Now I can’t really just tell every Tom Dick and Harry that when they question what I’m doing because 1 they’re not entitled to my feelings and 2 it’s not their business. I’m happy plain and simple. If you’ve been a follower of mine since the beginning you’ve most likely seen me at my darkest days and at my best days. And yeah for the most part my current days my life doesn’t feel like sunshine and rainbows because it is a mess and stressful with everything going on with my mom but having the light that is Kelsie and Gino is a god send .

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Aurier: In one word ? Class

Di Maria: Max is a great person

Areola: professional

Rabiot: simplicity

Matuidi: class

Verratti: one word, it’s complicated because Max is a great person and he’s fantastic on and off the pitch

Lucas: I’d say example

Kimpembe: simplicity

Lo Celso: professionalism

Marquinhos: Mr; He’s classy on and off the pitch. He’s someone I’ll keep a lot of memories with.

Draxler: Gentleman

Thiago Motta: To find a word is difficult but I think Max is someone special. If I need someone to give me advices, I know he’ll be there to help me and I need to thank Max for all those years together and I hope we’ll continue together many years.

Ben Arfa: professional

Ibrahimovic: “Max, this is the legend speaking.This is your moment, this is your day. So make sure you enjoy it because I’d enjoy it and the rest of the world will enjoy it. So make sure everything goes good, don’t do any mistakes”

roughly translated by me

SasuSaku Month 2016
Day 30- The Defining Decade
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Summary: It’s almost time for their lives to turn upside down, and at the same time he’s happy about it, Uchiha Sasuke is also really apprehensive. How will they deal with their remaining time?
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A/N: Ahh!! I didn’t like this theme at all!! I mean… 10 years is a lot, and yet it’s not enough to be defining! There are two important decades in their lives, and due to the amount of time I have and the fact that this is a one-shot, I ended up forcing myself to write something really really short! For I’m still going to write a long pic about their journey, I’ve done my best to hold back the details of how I think it happened and all… The next theme will be better, I promise! I hope you like it, and please, leave me a Review!
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It was not until early March that his anxiety started to kick in.

His heart would beat faster, consequently raising his blood pressure, as his levels of stress had never been higher. The lack of sleep made itself evident due to the deep, dark circles around his eyes, and a sudden fear of the world was taking over his senses, making the oh-so-powerful Uchiha Sasuke keep an eye open to whatever could crawl from under a leaf.

He was paranoid, to say the least. And it was all because of her.

It was all because of that one, pink haired woman, who had been traveling with him for over a year and who had been annoying him ever since. With those viridian eyes, and that round, round belly of hers, Uchiha Sakura was driving him crazy. She has always been reckless and irresponsible, and now that she had the company of a baby in her womb, the pinkette didn’t really see a reason why not to continue acting that way.

Pregnant or not, she was still the same Sakura she used to be, but with a different last name. She would punch the ground, jump around trees, heal people, and consequently, she would leave him on the verge of a nervous breakdown.

That pregnant woman would be the death of him, he knew.

But as he watched her surrounded by all those 5 kids, as one of her bright smiles decorated her face, Sasuke knew he couldn’t be any happier than at that very moment.

His wife really is annoying, he thought, with a smirk decorating his face.

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