i still need a ship name

“Don’t Touch My Wife” Mode

Basically you:

- disable Lucio, Sombra, and Symmetra, 

- disable healing abilities on any hero left (except Ana’s ultimate), 

- remove health packs, 

- set self healers’ ‘healing dealt’ to 10%,

- set movement for all heroes to 150%,

- set Mercy’s ‘healing dealt’ to 200%,

- set her ‘healing received’ to 200%,

- set her movement speed to 50%.

Game mode is control with no mods. 

The point of the changes is to force the teams to not only prioritize each other’s enemy Mercy, but to protect their own from being picked and losing their only healer. This causes both teams to stay in a tight group when they fight one another and Mercy, being slower than her teammates, has to work extra hard to support the team and depends on them for movement. 

She gets about one rez per team fight, but if she’s not strategically placed or otherwise well protected, you’re completely without heals and have to send someone to pick Mercy up from spawn, or regroup entirely, which gives the team in control time to set up on the point…… etc etc

Optionally, you ban Pharah from one team and ban Zarya from the other team, so they can properly fight each other for Mercy’s heart. I’m still coming up with a good name for that version.

Eventually I settled for something more to the point: 

Other titles I didn’t screencap were “Wife Wars 2: Battle of the Lesbians”, “Wife Wars 3: The Lesbians Strike Back”, “Attack on Lesbos Island”, and “Ship Wars: Bear vs. Bird” 

I got one game to go and it worked just about exactly how I wanted it to. It might need some tweaks but try it out if you like and lemme know how it worked if you do.

anonymous asked:

will the prinxiety ship name need to change when we learn of their actual names?

Well I’m certainly not in charge of that decision but I don’t see why it would have to change if you all didn’t want it to. They’re still Prince and Anxiety haha

So here’s a page of my son and his boyfriend

My tablet died but I still have sketches I can color using the trackpad l o l

Lucilled.

Y/N has created a chatroom.

Y/N has added Steve, Tony, Thor, Nat, Wanda, T’Challa, Clint, Sam and Bucky.

Y/N: Guys, I have a serious problem.

Y/N: Guys, seriously, this isn’t the right time to ignore me.

Y/N: GUUUUUUYYYYSSSSSSS.

Y/N: PICK.

Y/N: YOUR.

Y/N: DAMN.

Y/N: PHONES.

Y/N: UP.

Y/N: AND ANSWER MEEEEEEE. I NEED HELP.

Tony: Y/N this better be important, or else you will remember not to wake me up ever again at 2 in the fricking morning.

Steve: Someone got up on the wrong foot. So what’s so urgent?

Tony: Still in my bed, but will gladly get up to kick your ass.

Wanda: Oh just kiss already.

Clint: I so ship it.

Clint: What do you think their ship name is?

Bucky: STONY.

Bucky: I mean I guess it could be that, but I don’t know, I guess it could, I mean maybe it’s not.

Sam: Don’t play innocence now, I know you read a lot of #Stony smut.

Bucky: Do not.

Y/N: Buck honey, even I know you do.

Thor: What’s smut?

Nat: Porn. But written.

T’Challa: Yeah, remember that time when I walked into your room and you-

Bucky: OKEY

Bucky: FIRST OF ALL, YOU GOT IT ALL WRONG.

T’Challa: Oh did I now?

Tony: No T’Challa continue, I think you were just getting to the good parts and I would hate to miss them.

T’Challa: So as I was saying, I walked in and—

T’Challa has been disconnected.

Bucky has left the chat.

Clint: Oh snap.

Y/N: Oh geez guys. But anyway the story’s not that interesting.

Steve: I was just getting into it.

Thor: Lady Y/N, I have far more important question to ask. Why did you wake us up? I assume it wasn’t for T’Challa to tell his story about Mr. Barns masturbating, was it?

Nat: Haa I told you Stark.

Tony: Whatever. He was always weird.

Steve: Tony you owe us some money. C’mon.

Sam: I always knew there was something wrong about him.

Sam: He never smelt good.

Wanda: I am pretty sure that was you when you hadn’t showered in four days?!

Y/N: YOU HAVAN’T SHOWERED IN FOUR DAYS?

Y/N: GEEZ, how?

Clint: Y/N?

Y/N: Huh, yeah?

Nat: We would all like to know why did you woke us up.

Y/N: Oh yeah

Y/N: oh boi. I almost forgot.

Y/N: I mean I never will but you guys helped me to get my mind out of it for at least little bit.

Steve: Y/N, what happened?

Wanda: You’re scaring us.

Sam: And we all know Mrs. Controlling you mind isn’t easy to be scared.

Y/N: I can’t go with you on a mission this time, because, because…

Y/N: Two of my family members passed away. And while trying to save them, my, my little baby almost lost his left arm.

Steve: Oh my goodness Y/N, that is awful.

Steve: I am truly sorry. Rest in peace.

Thor: Lady Y/N, I am truly sorry about your loss. Do you need anything?

Tony: Wow, I am sorry.

Clint: Really Y/N? Really?

Nat: Clint have some respect.

Wanda: Yeah she just went through a lot.

Sam: She lost two incredible people.

Steve: Y/N take as much time off as you need. No one is going to blame you for not going on a mission.

Tony: Yeah rest kid. Take some time off.

Clint: Oh c’mon guys. She didn’t lose anyone.

Sam: Clint, this isn’t time for your stupid little jokes.

Nat: I swear to God I’m gonna kick your ass.

Thor: Don’t worry of you suddenly feel some weird shaking, hear screaming or see unexpected lightning.

Wanda: you get him Thor.

Clint: HEY, HEY, HEEEEY. No need for violence, okay?

Clint: and besides she didn’t lose anyone.

Clint: At least not in real life.

Y/N: HOW DARE YOU? THEY WERE MY FAMILY.

Clint: Mine too so? I didn’t woke up the whole team and bragged about it.

Tony: What, wait, wait. What the heck is going on here right now?

Steve: Y/N have you been drinking again?

Y/N: No.

Nat: Then what the heck is Clint talking about.

Wanda: Waiiiit, I think I know it.

Sam: Did you just finish the season 3 of Game of Thrones? Because Robbs and Caitlyn’s deaths are kinda an old thing.

Clint: Nope not that.

Tony: Explain yourself Y/N, and don’t make me count.

Wanda: oh I definitely know what it is.

Wanda: and I am out of here before it gets ugly.

Wanda has left the chat.

Clint: Traitor.

Steve: Will someone explain already?

Clint: Do you wanna tell them y/N?

Y/N:

Y/N: R.I.P Glenn and Abraham. You will be missed.

Tony: YOU GOTTA BE FUCKING KIDDING ME?

Tony: I woke up for this.

Tony: You’re gonna pay. But tomorrow, I am way to tired now.

Tony has left the chat.

Y/N: oldie.

Sam: FUCK YOU Y/N, YOU RUINED EVERYTHING.

Sam: I DIDN’T NEED THIS SPOILERS.

Sam: FUCK YOU.

Sam has left the chat

Thor: Aren’t they from that one show with the dead raising?

Steve: It’s exactly that.

Thor: Oh Loki is watching it. Now I can ruin it for him.

Thor has left the chat.

Steve: So that’s all? That your family?

Y/N: It was stressful and tragically. My little babies

Steve: You know they are just characters, right?

Clint: Oh buddy.

Steve has been disconnected.

Y/N has left the chat.

Clint: Better run big guy.

Clint: Unless you wanna get Lucilled.

Clint has left the chat.

Bucky has joined the chat

Bucky: So T’Challa lied

Bucky: Wait WHAAAAAAT?

Bucky: Am I Dreaming?

Bucky: This is just a nightmare right? Yeah.

Bucky: No NO NONONONONONON

Bucky has left the chat.

Nat: I swear to God, they need help. ASAP.

Nat has left the chat.

 

 

Shitty i know. sorry.

JJ / Rafael

For the anonymous person who asked…

1. Who is the early bird/ Who is the night owl? I think with both their jobs, they can/have to be both.  Although, if you take work out of the equation–Rafael is an early bird and JJ would be the exhausted pigeon. ;) haha.
2. Who is the big spoon/ Who is the little spoon? Rafael / JJ…although usually, JJ cuddles up with him and he rests normally
3. Who hogs the cover/ Who loves to cuddle? JJ for both.
4. Who wakes the other one up with kisses? Both do it.
5. Who usually has nightmares? JJ
6. Who would have really deep emotional thoughts at the middle of the night/ Who would have them in the middle of the day? JJ is usually at night, especially when she’s writing.  Rafael is also more of a middle of the night too.
7. Who sweats the small stuff? JJ, she tries not to but it happens.
8. Who sleeps in their underwear (or naked)/ Who sleeps in their pajamas? Rafael underwear, JJ in pajamas
9. Who makes the coffee (or tea)? Rafael, but that’s just because he’s up a little before JJ.
10. Who likes sweet/ Who likes sour? Both like sweet.
11. Who likes horror movies/ Who likes romance movies? Neither are really into horror.  JJ’s more of the romance.
12. Who is smol/ Who is tol?  JJ / Rafael ? There isn’t much of a height difference.
13. Who is considered the scaredy cat? Neither.
14. Who kills the spiders? Both.
15. Who is scared of the dark? Neither.
16. Who is scared of thunderstorms? Neither.
17. Who works/ Who stays at home? Both work, although JJ does contemplate being a stay-at-home mom, but she knows SVU will be really short-handed, so that plays into her decision to go back.
18. Who is a cat person/ Who is a dog person? I’d say they’re both more dog
19. Who loves to call the other one cute names? Both.
21. Who has an obsession (over anything)? They both obsess over things.

22. Who goes all out for Valentine’s Day? Rafael, but just by a bit.  They both want to make sure the other knows that they’re loved.
23. Who asks who out on the first date? Haha–neither.  I kinda like to think of them in a You’ve Got Mail sense, where they keep bumping into each other and then they decide to purposely bump into each other and then things just kinda develop.
24. Who is the talker/ Who is the listener? I’d say they’re both a mixture of both.
25. Who wears the other ones clothes? JJ likes to wear his shirts
26. Who likes to eat healthy/ Who loves junk food? Rafael eats a little healthier.  JJ loves her junk food.  The vending machine at work is a big temptation.
27. Who takes a long shower/ Who sings in the shower? JJ takes a little longer but both sing in the shower.
28. Who is the book worm? Both.
29. Who is the better cook? Rafael.  JJ didn’t have a lot of practice and fast food is readily available.

30. Who likes long walks on the beach? Both.
31. Who is more affectionate? In public, JJ.  Although in private, Rafael.
32. Who likes to have really long (deep) conversation? Both

33. Who would wear “not guilty” t-shirt/ Who would wear “sin” t-shirt? I think they both would wear not guilty shirts just to confuse people.
34. Who would wear “if lost return to…” t-shirt/ Who would wear “I am…” t-shirt? Rafael / JJ
35. Who goes overboard on the holidays? I think they both tend to.
36. Who is the social media addict? JJ.
37. Height difference or age difference? 2-3 inches, 7ish years? not entirely sure.
38. Who likes to star gaze? JJ.
39. Who buys cereal for the prize inside? JJ
40. Who is the fun parent/ Who is the responsible parent?  I’d say they both are a good mix of both.
41. Who cries during sad movies?  JJ.
42. Who is the neat freak? Rafael.
43. Who wins the stuffed animals at the carnival for the other one? Neither?
44. Who is active/ Who is lazy? There isn’t much time to be active outside of work.  I’d say JJ is a bit more active just because she tries to stay in a bit of shape for work.
45. Who is more likely to get drunk? Neither?
46. Who has the longer food order? Rafael

47. Who has the more complex coffee order? Rafael.
48. Who loses stuff? JJ
49. Who is the driver/ Who is the passenger? JJ / Rafael?
50. Who is the hopeless romantic? Both.

About purchasing the YOI BD/DVD vol.6 from overseas

I’m seriously so mad at Avex right now. Apparently they forced AmiAmi to cancel all the orders of YOI related BDs/DVDs/CDs, even the ones placed last year when the ban wasn’t announced yet. How could they do this ONE WEEK before it comes out? They seriously don’t care about overseas fans at all…
(I still don’t know about CDJapan, so far the orders placed on their site before the ban in February seem to be valid?)

Avex and their nonsense policy make me feel stupid for saying from the start “please purchase the BD/DVDs to support the series, don’t download it illegally”…

Anyway, I have thought about what I could possibly do to help people get the BD/DVD vol.6 without spending a lot of money in commissions from forwarding companies and such, and I have decided this:

I am offering to personally purchase the YOI BD/DVD vol.6 on behalf of people living abroad and ship it to them, charging almost no commissions.

Details below.

“Almost no commissions”
I will only ask you to pay for:
1) the actual cost of the BD or DVD
2) the PayPal transaction fee (I don’t know how much it is)
3) the fee PayPal charges me to withdraw money to my bank account (it’s 350 yen, but if enough people ask me to purchase a copy in their place I will lower it because I can withdraw all the money at the same time and only pay the fee once)
4) the packing and shipping fees to send the item to you (you can choose the shipping method and packing style)

How it works:

1) Upon request, I am going to purchase the BD or DVD vol.6 from a Japanese shop, at its regular price (only Amazon seems to have it for less but they only allow 1 copy per person so that won’t work). I may use different shops depending on how many requests I get and how many copies I can find. I will only use physical shops which I can reach with my train pass because otherwise I would need to charge you transport fees or domestic shipping fees as well.

2) I will calculate the packing fee & shipping fee to your country based on your requests (it can be shipped in a padded envelope or, if you are worried, I can look for a sturdier box) and give you the total. For the shipping I can also provide an estimate in advance if you wish.

3) I will wait for you to send me the payment and your full shipping address (payment will need to be in JPY and via PayPal).

4) I will ship you the BD/DVD.

As you can guess, unfortunately there is nothing I can do for the all-volume purchase bonus. I might be able to provide you the Animate (can badge) or Animega (postcard) vol.6 bonus, but I can’t guarantee so I might only provide it at random, as I might also have to use other shops which have no bonuses at all.

Why am I doing this?

Because I feel really sorry for all the people who had their order canceled and/or are left with no cheap ways to purchase the BD/DVD from overseas. If it happened to me I’d be twice as mad as I am now… I also feel partly responsible since I’ve always encouraged people to buy the BD/DVDs even if they had no subtitles and I suggested to use AmiAmi recently because they still had them available.

How to send a request

Please send me a message (via ask) here on Tumblr with your name, email address, country and the details of what you need (BD or DVD). If you need a shipping quotation or have any other questions let me know that too. I will send you an email with the details. (If you’re one of those who got their orders canceled from a shop, please let me know that as well)

How many requests can I accept?

I’m not sure about that, but as I live close to Tokyo and have access to all major parts of the city I should be able to provide enough (I have no idea how many people will ask me).
Should I need to limit the number, I will say so and update this post too.
Some shops like Animate and Animega can temporarily sell out right after the release date but usually they get more stock afterwards, so it’s only a matter of waiting.

I am getting basically nothing out of this (except Animate points if I buy from there I guess..), but I really feel sorry for what happened and hope that I can be of help to someone. I’m not sure whether I’ll be doing the same for the soundtrack or event BD/DVD, most likely not because that’s a different story, but at least people can complete their collection with the last volume…

(I’ll probably write a post with instructions on how to send a message to Avex to complain about this too…)

When I was younger and played OOT I shipped these two for no reason. I kinda still do but i’ll definitely put this ship in my unpopular and odd ships. 

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“You make yourself a gift for me to be unwrapped and unwrapped again and savored.”


Request for Anonymous

hamelin-born  asked:

Omega!Hux and Alpha!Kylo had a meaningless one-night stand years ago - back when they were Lieutenant Hux and Apprentice Ren. They never even exchanged names. Years later, when Kylo Ren comes on board the Finalizer, he meets Hux's child - who is exactly the right age, has all-too-familiar eyes, and a Force Presence that /burns/ like the rising sun.

Kylo has never met an omega before.

He’s been told that they smell divine; like the most forbidden of fruits, where biting into one would mean eternal damnation of the soul for giving in to such a tempting creature. Their very skin is meant to glisten with lusts and wants, their needy heats setting them apart from the rest of the galaxy. They’re rare, craved by alphas and envied by betas. A true prize, worthy of a budding knight like Kylo Ren.

Mating has never been high on Kylo’s list, not even when he presented as an alpha when he was in his late teens. Alas, he finds that, on this night in a tacky bar in a dusty town, Kylo’s needs have gotten the better of him.

He moans, delving back in for another kiss off the pretty redhead he’d managed to pique the interest of at the bar before he’d offered to serve him drinks back at his accommodation. Kylo had smugly accepted. After only a few shots and cocktails, Kylo has the redhead pushed back against the nearest wall, consuming his lips in a desperate kiss.

“You’re beautiful,” Kylo whispers, tasting the remnants of their last fruity shot on his partner’s lips.

“So I’ve been told,” the redhead replies, pushing Kylo away from him for a moment.

Kylo watches eagerly as the other begins to strip, his nimble fingers unfastening the button of the high collar of his jacket before shedding it.

And it’s then that Kylo smells it.

“You—you’re an omega,” Kylo gasps, taking in the seemingly glowing form of the other, lapping up every inch of his pale skin.

“Aren’t you lucky,” the omega says, sauntering forwards, making sure every twisting movement is exaggerating the curves of his body; the sharpness of his hips, the plumpness of his ass, the perkiness of his nipples. “A night with an omega.”

The omega is suddenly upon him, chest pressed against the front of Kylo’s dark robes, his hand rubbing the front of the alpha’s pants. Kylo gasps, growling, before hoisting the omega up until his long legs are wrapped around Kylo’s hips and they’re back against the wall, kissing as though their lives depend on it. Unable to help himself, Kylo buries his nose in the omega’s neck, and feels as though he’s elated.

The omega already smells of sex, as though heat is radiating from his skin, but there’s a uniqueness to his scent that Kylo has never sensed before among anyone. Kylo picks up the scent of ash, as though the fire isn’t just in the omega’s hair colour but in his heart too, flickering away, threatening to burn anyone who comes too close. But underneath the threatening layers of heat and fire, the omega smells sweet; like a freshly baked pastry drizzled with a fruity syrup and covered in sugar, just begging to be liked before being devoured by its hungry customer.

Kylo drools.

“I’m going to fuck you,” Kylo growls, feeling the omega shiver in his hold. “I want to see beneath your beautiful.”

Yes, alpha,” the omega whines, craning his neck upwards to allow Kylo better access to the hot underside of his jaw. “Please. Fuck me.”

Lost to the intoxicating magnetism of the omega in front of him, Kylo doesn’t bother to ask the omega for his name. It’s a fling, a quick fix for the needs of his inner alpha. It’s the best fuck he’s ever had, but it means nothing.

In the morning, Kylo dresses and leaves before the omega has a chance to wake up, feeling that his sexual urges have been satisfied but there remains a coldness in his chest as he walks towards the door, his heart even jumping when he hears the omega whine softly in his sleep.

But regardless, Kylo leaves, returning to his shuttle and leaving the town before the planet’s sun has risen.

What has happened is irrelevant, and Kylo knows he’ll never see the omega again.

Whether he’s content with that is another matter entirely, and one that he quickly pushes to the back of his mind before he returns to Master Snoke.

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anonymous asked:

20. babysitting together for msr pls??

Dear anon, I’m not sure this qualifies as babysitting together… it just turned out like this. And of course it got long again. 

Set in early season six.

Mulder knows Scully is home because there are noises coming from inside.

He’s knocked twice already and now he’s waiting, maybe a little bit impatiently; he’s worrying the edges of the case files he’s holding in his hands. The flimsy excuse for his visit.

About to knock again, the door opens, and at first Mulder, expecting Scully, doesn’t see the tiny person basically hanging from the door knob.

“Who are you?” Mulder lowers his eyes upon hearing the voice and blinks in confusion.

“This is- Dana Scully’s apartment?” The child stares up at him, imitating his blinking. The child, he can’t deny, looks eearily like Scully herself; red hair, but unruly, unbrushed, and big, blue, very curious eyes. His first thought is that he’s entered an alternate reality where Dana Scully, his partner, is nothing but a child.

“Aunty Dana there is a strange man here!” The small girl yells without taking her eyes off him. Of course, Mulder thinks and smiles at the girl who remains skeptical, narrowing her eyes. A Scully child, but not her; and definitely not hers. He tries to chase the thought away quickly, but the child… why does this girl look so much like Scully herself?

“Hannah, I told you not to- Mulder? What are you doing here?”

“I…uhm, there was something in this-“ He keeps staring at the child, who wears the same curious expression as Scully, in just a few sizes smaller.

“Is this the man Uncle Bill always complains about?” The girl, Hannah, asks, gazing up at Mulder.

“That sounds like me.” Mulder smiles, but the girl remains wary.

“Mulder, this is my niece Hannah,” Scully’s voice sounds like an endless sigh, “She is Charlie’s daughter.” He expects her to give more details, but she doesn’t. Judging by her look she is waiting for him to say his piece and leave her alone again.

“Hi, Hannah. Uhm, Scully I was wondering if I could talk to you about this case but… I didn’t know your brother was here.”

“He’s not,” Hannah quickly interjects, “he and mommy are on a date. That’s why I get to stay with aunt Dana. I like her a lot.” Mulder nods, fully understanding the child. There’s no one else he’d rather spend time with either. That’s the whole reason he’s here after all.

“What is a case, aunt Dana? Can Mulder come in and play with us?” He does his best to look harmless and puts on a pouty smile. Two against one is unfair, he realizes, but he’s shameless.

“All right, Mulder can come in.” Scully, still in sighing mood, opens the door to let Mulder inside. Apparently this is the sign for Hannah to completely claim him for herself. She takes his hand and almost forcefully leads him over to the couch. There’s a huge box of Legos next to Scully’s usually impeccable couch table. Mulder admires the colorful, child made construct.

“Did you make this?” Hannah nods proudly and grins, showing him a nice combination of baby teeth and empty spaces.

“It’s a space ship,” she tells him and Mulder quickly glances at Scully, whose face is unreadable. “Aunt Dana says aliens are gray. My daddy told me they’re green.”

“Oh, did she?” Mulder can’t help the grin on his face just like Scully can’t hide the blush that spreads on hers. “But she’s right, you know.”

“I want to go to space when I’m big. Do you think I can? Aunt Dana says I can.”

“You know what? You should always listen to what your aunt Dana tells you. She is really smart and almost always right. And I’m absolutely certain you can go to space when you’re big.” Hannah turns to look at Scully, a big fat grin on her face.

“Mulder, you wanted to talk to me about a case?”

“But Mulder needs to help me build the space ship!”

“I’m sure Mulder has other plans, Hannah. Anyway, it’s almost time for bed.” The girl huffs loudly. He considers telling Scully that he doesn’t have other plans; the case was just an excuse to come here. What Mulder didn’t consider, though, is that unlike him she might be busy on a Friday night. The thought of spending a weekend apart from her seemed unbearable; they spent so many weekends together, not necessarily by choice, while assigned to the x-files. Now he doesn’t remember not to be around her all the time. But she didn’t tell him about her brother visiting, or babysitting her niece. He wouldn’t have just shown up if she had (or he would have thought of a better reason). So he figures it’s partly her fault he’s here now.

“Mulder?” Scully’s voice is impatient as she points her finger towards the kitchen. He picks up his file and follows her. “So what did you want to talk about? Why didn’t you just call? Why couldn’t it have waited til Monday?”

“Uhm…” Mulder doesn’t have an answer for any of her questions. Seeing Hannah has thrown him off; seeing Scully with the girl who looks so much like her has made him forget everything. Completely out of patience, Scully tears the file out of Mulder’s hands.

“Mulder, you can’t be serious. This is not an x-file. It’s not even a case!” She closes the file forcefully and throws it on the table. “So why are you really here?”

“I- it is a case, Scully. These teenagers-“

“Mulder, no. You could have called me with this and it would have taken me two minutes to tell you that this is nothing. Not to mention that we’re off the x-files. Yet you decided to drive over here on a Friday night. Why?”

“Why didn’t you tell me about your niece?” Scully’s eyebrows rise in surprise.

“I don’t see how this is any of your business.

“You didn’t tell me your brother was in town.”

“Mulder, what I do on weekends is my business. This doesn’t concern you and if there’s no reason for you to be here…” She trails off suddenly, crossing her arms in front of her and just stares at him.

“But why didn’t you just tell me your brother was visiting? I wouldn’t have come here.” Of course it’s a lie. Knowing her brother was here, the one who doesn’t know him and maybe, just maybe, doesn’t hate him, might not have changed anything. He still would have missed her. He wants to tell her exactly that – that he misses her, that a weekend without her is insufferable – but he knows how she’ll react if he does; she’ll roll her eyes, she’ll say his name in that particular way and she’ll send him away. So he decides to stall and turn the tables around.

“Like I said, Mulder, this is not about you. This is my life, my family. It doesn’t concern you.” Her words shouldn’t hurt as much as they do. Yet, they tear right through him, gnaw strongly at him. He sighs deeply and watches her like she watches him. At least she hasn’t thrown him out yet.

“Mulder!” A voice chimes from the living room. “I need help on my space ship!”

“At least one Scully woman still likes me.” Mulder’s attempt at humor falls short when Scully’s face remains stoic.

“She doesn’t know you very well.” Scully replies and that one really hurts.

“Am I allowed to help her? Or do you want me to leave?” Her answer is clearly written on her face; she wants him to leave. Mulder knows they need to talk about this; whatever this is. Maybe part of him, at least unconsciously, wanted to come here to clear the air between them. Scully has been edgy for a while now, at least since their return from Antarctica. Their reassignment and Diana’s presence, their undisclosed past, haven’t helped matters much. Though Mulder isn’t sure either of these things is the reason for her distant behavior.

“Go ahead,” Scully makes a dismissive hand gesture, “You’ve got 20 minutes until bed time.” There’s a remark on his tongue, but this time he swallows it, nods, and joins little Hannah in the living room. The girl grins at him. Ten minutes ago she didn’t even know him and now she’s reaching out her hands, grabbing for him. If only he had that same effect on her aunt. Mulder sits down on the floor next to Hannah and carefully touches the still unfinished space ship.

“Something is missing.” She tells him, slightly stumbling on her ’s’-sounds. “I don’t know what.” Mulder pretends to examine the space ship closely, making the girl giggle. He takes a few of the bricks and puts them in her hand. Hannah watches him closely as he builds a small attachment on the roof of the rectangular shaped ship.

“What is it?” Hannah leans over, her long hair falling all around her face. Mulder reaches out and as the child turns to him, tucks a strand of hair behind her ear.

“An entrance,” he explains, “You have to have someone fly the space ship, right?” Hannah nods happily. “See? That’s how your pilot can get in.”

“Or the alien.” Hannah reminds him.

“Or the alien.” Mulder agrees with a smile.

“Hannah,” Scully’s voice is gentle and as Mulder lifts his head, sees her soft expression, he can’t help but wonder how long she’s been standing there. “Come on, you’ve got to get ready for bed.”

“But-”

“The space ship will still be there tomorrow.” Hannah hesitates, her small hand still holding a few bricks.

“And Mulder? Will Mulder still be here tomorrow?”

“Come on now,” Scully urges her on and reaches out her hand. This time Hannah does as she’s told and follows along the hall, “You can say goodbye once you’re in your pajamas.”

Mulder gets up from the floor, his knees protesting quietly, and sits on the couch. They must have left the bathroom door open because he can hear them in there. Hannah is telling Scully all about space and the moon, aliens and monsters and Mulder has to grin.

“I like Mulder,” the girl says loudly; Mulder doubts that she’s aware he can hear them out here, “Why doesn’t uncle Bill like him?”

“They didn’t meet under the best circumstances. You’re not done brushing your teeth yet, Hannah.”

“I’ll tell uncle Bill how great Mulder is at building space ships. He must like him then! You like him, right?” Mulder strains his ears; he knows he shouldn’t eavesdrop and he knows that Scully most likely won’t tell her niece what an asshole he is. At least he hopes she won’t. There’s plenty of time for that in the future. Once he’s out of Scully’s life, just a bleak memory, and when Hannah asks about him as a teenager – if she remembers him at all – she can tell him then. How he let her down and how he lets everyone down he loves. As long as she doesn’t do it now when Hannah still likes him, when she thinks he’s good at playing Legos.

“Aunty Dana? You like him, don’t you?”

“Yes, honey. I do like Mulder. I like him a lot.” Mulder wonders how much of that is true when he hears tiny feet running down the hall. Hannah jumps onto the couch and right into his side.

“Hey, be careful.” He starts tickling her and she screams in delight.

“Not fair, Mulder!” He lets go of her then, but she remains cuddled to his side, leaning against him.

“Tell Mulder goodnight, Hannah. He needs to go home, too.” The girl turns to him with an earnest expression.

“Is it almost past your bedtime, too?” She asks him and he nods solemnly.

“I hate bed time.” Hannah lets him know in a loud whisper.

“Me too.” He admits, quickly glancing up at Scully. “But you should listen to your aunt Dana. Remember what I told you earlier?”

“That she’s always right.”

“Exactly. So you better do as she says and go to bed.”

“But…” Her eyes fill with tears, “Can Mulder come back tomorrow?”

“Hannah… Mulder might have plans tomorrow.” Scully sighs and Mulder turns to look at her. He went to Antarctica for her; if she thinks he’s backing down when it comes to babysitting her adorable niece, they really need to have a talk.

“I’m still here tomorrow,” Hannah tells him excitedly, “Please don’t have plans tomorrow.”

“You know what,” Mulder leans closer to the little girl, “I promise I’ll talk to your aunt Dana about this if you go to bed now.” Hannah thinks it over for a moment, then nods, and wanders off. Scully stares after her, amazement apparent on her face. Mulder can’t help his smug grin.

“Well, my work here is done,” he says, getting up from the couch, “I better leave. You can tell Hannah whatever you like. Tell her…,” how much I hate this, he thinks, “tell her I do have plans. I’m sure you’ll come up with something plausible. I’ll see you on Monday.”

He’s halfway to the door when Scully stops him. “Mulder, wait.” He stops, but doesn’t turn around just yet.

“Do you want to spend the day with us tomorrow? Maybe not the whole day. I mean… however long you want. If you want.”

“What about you?” He’s facing her now and he wishes he could tell her how much he wants this. To spend the day with her and her adorable nice. To just be around her, talk to her, without fighting, without second-guessing each other. They don’t need the x-files. At least not for this. He wants to be with her any way he is allowed, any chance he gets.

“What about me? I’ll be there too.”

“No, I mean… do you want me to spend the day with you and Hannah?” His eyes plead with hers to just say yes. This is his olive branch until he figures out to tell her all the things he wants to say to her; until he figures out how to right whatever went wrong between them these last couple of months. Scully is taking her time answering and finally she sighs; a clear sign that she’s come to a decision.

“I’d really like it if you’d spend the day with us, Mulder. Hannah adores you.”

“And you like me.” If only he knew how to keep his mouth shut sometimes. He smiles sheepishly, basically admitting that he’s eavesdropped earlier. Scully’s earlier discontentment with him seems to have evaporated, though, and he receives a warm smile.

“And I like you. How about you come over for breakfast? Then we’ll figure out what to do.”

“I can’t wait, Scully.”

And that’s the truth.

I love you, Jughead Jones

 Anon prompt: “can i request something like reader has been bestfriends with jughead forever, reader was there through jellybean and jughead’s mom leaving and every other dramatic thing, and reader falls in love with him but sees that he’s with betty? thanks!”


A/N: Most definitely this is a song based fic, the title is a song by Nevershoutnever
called “I love you more than you will ever know.” From this point on I’ll be writing all future fics in first person. 


I had been friends with Jughead Jones for ten (10) years, three (3) months and twenty-two (22) days. 
We were in the same pre-school class together, we’d shared lunch and talked about our favourite books. 
Our friendship was strong, it was like diamond in some circumstances; nothing could break us. 

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A little more than 500 words of pure, utter fluff, posted at @sky-girls‘s request. You might drown in how cheesy this actually turned out and all I can say is, I’m not really sorry. 

I wrote this with a playlist in the background, but the idea (and title) are from this song


Her hair. It fell on her shoulders in beautiful waves, framing her face and highlighting her crystal clear green eyes. Looking too soft to not make him long to touch it, he hoped she’d never wear it in a ponytail. Sometimes, when a strand went loose, he gently brushed it back behind her ear and he always wanted to do it again.

His mind. Like poison in his veins, she took control over him. At some point, every cell carried thoughts of her. Dreams revolved solely around Luna, especially the ones he had at daytime. Only with her by his side did the storm inside calm down. Without her, though, concentrating on anything turned into a new-found challenge. After some weeks, Gastón even ran out of puns to make about it, which Matteo had never believed to be possible.

His eyes. Looking at her became a drug, giving him a rush he couldn’t and didn’t want to escape. Whenever she entered the room, his gaze drifted towards her. No matter how hard he tried to resist, he inevitably turned towards her light. She was so bright, and so beautiful, he wanted to look at her forever.

His ears. Her voice was his new favorite sound. He had a message of her on his phone and he’d never delete it. When sleep didn’t come because he got too lost in thinking about her, he listened to it until his eyes fell shut. Hearing her laugh turned into a mission, just like singing with her at every opportunity. It was never enough.

Her lips. Every day, hours passed by where these perfect curves filled his head, along with the question how they’d feel. He wanted to kiss her. Badly. Once in a while, he caught her biting her lip and it haunted him. Her smile too. It also awakened him, like he had been blind before he got to watch the corners of her mouth curl up.

His heart. She caused him cardiac arrhythmia, making his heartbeat a mess: skipping beats, only to speed up when she smiled, clenching and drowning in the love he felt. A smile threw him off already, or the way she said his name.

Her touch. Intertwining his fingers with her – even if only for skating – felt like a match made in heaven. Jolts of electricity leaped all over him whenever her skin brushed his. And mostly they forgot about personal space around each other, hugging, resting their hands on top of each other’s and sitting next to each other, always too close.

His stomach. Matteo had never been aware of how alive the human body was before he met his chica delivery. Just like his heart, the sensations in his gut changed more often than the weather. Butterflies inside turned into a huge knot when Simón hugged her a little too long or filled his every vein when she greeted Matteo the same way.

His knees. When she smiled at him, they started shaking, throwing him back in time to when he learned skating and every step felt insecure and weak. But this time, he wasn’t afraid of falling anymore. Because with her, he’d be safe.

Every day, he fell in love a little more, deeper and deeper until he couldn’t remember life without her. Luna had enchanted him, body and soul. Matteo never wanted her to stop.