Overwatch voice actors panel with Michael Chu at AX2017, with Reinhardt and Junkrat watching from the side.

Chu demurred on a lot, but confirmed there is/will be another LGBTQ character (but no hints as to whom); that the kids in Reflections are Torbjorn’s grandkids; Lucio does have legs; and asked if there was support for a Lucio short, after Johnny C’s request (there was lots of support). Reaper may or may not feel fatherly towards Sombra, but has a “great eye for talent - Blackwatch was amazing” and has a lot of respect for Sombra and her abilities. D.va’s parents are “definitely” proud of her and her accomplishments.

The best part was when a person came up to the mic and (working on the confidence to speak) said how happy they were to have such an amazing universe and a positive view of the future, and Johnny C came and gave the person a hug.

All the VAs were happy that their characters (Symmetra with autism, Soldier76 with PTSD) showed that people who might be considered to have disabilities or limitations are able to do things nobody else can and provide a positive representation for people.

Charlet is super proud that D.va and her bunny logo have become a symbol for feminism in Korea; she’s seen the symbol appear in photos of protests and really likes seeing that.

Anjali would love to be able to do Reinhardt’s and Torbjorn’s voice lines because they sound so happy and positive; Johnny C likes that Lucio makes people feel so positive and upbeat.

All the voice actors said they like the fanart and headcanons that people give the Overwatch characters; Michael Chu was noncommittal but was wearing one of Twitter:@hanjosi’s pocket Ana T-shirts. Fred likes the idea of Soldier 76 being fatherly towards D.va; all are excited to discover more about their characters as they meet and interact in-universe (not in-game). Anjali wants to know more about Symmetra’s conundrum as she learns more about Vishkar and has to decide if they’re all she believed they were or if they’re more sinister or evil than she knew.

All the characters voice actors at the panel play Overwatch; most do it on PS4. Charlet started out maining someone else (I don’t remember! Junkrat maybe?) but now plays D.va; Anjali doesn’t feel she’s good at Symmetra but does play her; all the VAs seemed to like playing Junkrat; Keith asked if it was possible to give each voice actor their own personal skin they could equip so people would know who they’re playing against.

All in all a fun panel; nothing too earth shattering, but I’m glad I went. Next time I’ll take notes; this is what I remembered, and Tumblr’s app are ate my first post, so this is the second run through.


Sooo, remember a year ago when I drew up this T-shirt design? With @personeh ‘s help, the updated version is now complete! I contemplated if I should try to FULLY update it but realized that’s really hard. Plus I’d have to keep doing it. And I’m running out of space. And they keep fucking updating lol. 

I want to sell this design as a T-shirt but I don’t want to just resort to Redbubble so I’m going to see if I can find another T-shirt company that will be willing to take this design and print it well and it’ll be advertised well and all that. I did have one company approach me but the price they offered was super low. Like rude kinda low. :\ I worked really hard on this and I’m really happy with it so I’d like it to be …known? You know what I mean lol. If I can’t find a company, then I’ll just put it up on RedBubble. Below you can see an example of what it’d be like on a T-shirt.

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Infatuation — Peter Parker

idea: peter is completely infatuated with the new, artsy student 
words: 1k
warning: n/a
note: feel free to request bc im quickly going to run out of ideas :-)
     — (part two) (part three)

He remembered the first time he saw you. You had been wearing a pair of blue overalls and beat-up sneakers, various colors of paint splattered along the straps and pockets. The striped t-shirt you wore underneath was a stark difference, as there wasn’t a speck of color on it.

Ned had nudged him, still prattling on about the new Star Wars movie that was coming out next month. Peter had barely noticed, focusing every bit of his attention on the way your teeth worried at your bottom lip as Principal Morita jabbered on about the school. He turned as the pair walked past them, the smell of strawberry and vanilla chasing after them.

His infatuation had only grown as time went on.

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Things I want in the next acnl

1. To be able to go with friends to the WiFi island and/or whatever the next wifi area is (make it to where you can go with friends.)

2. When someone is over visiting in your town you can see where they are on your map

3. The option to change the inside of your pocket design with a T-shirt design like in the original 

4. The ability to send letters to your worldwide friends from your post office without having to visit them 


6. Little mini jobs you can do throughout the day other than the roost such as working at the able sister’s part time or helping out shampoodle.  ( wouldn’t it be so cute if you could give animals little hair adjustments or make up!)

Just some thoughts I had. lol.

Ease - Part 7



Length: 3.2k

SummaryYou and your best friend Taehyung have recently got into the same university in the capital of Seoul. Hoping that this was your year to finally admit your romantic feelings towards your said best friend, uni seems an exciting prospect. But of course, the future never really goes according to plan.

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The next few days you spend in bed, battling a flu that appeared after you walked home in the rain, following the night at the spring market. It was the weekend, so no lectures meant that you hardly left your room, feeling very sorry for yourself. Your housemates were being noticeably sweet, bringing you porridge and damp towels to calm your fever. However, despite still feeling the germs marching up and down your throat, part of the reason why you didn’t seem to be getting any better was the head space you’d put yourself in. There was only one thing you could think of, or one person, for that matter.

All you wanted was for Taehyung to be happy. Although Yeji was still the light of his life, there was a great sense of foreboding about the future. Surely Yeji’s conscience must be heavy with guilt by now? When was she planning on breaking up with him? If only I had told Taehyung that I liked him, all of this could’ve been avoided, you thought, mentally hitting yourself for not taking the chance when he was still single. As well as this, you were conflicted as to whether to tell Taehyung what Jimin had told you. After all, that’s what best friends do. They look out for each other. It may lessen the guilt for you, not hiding yet another secret from him, but in the process, Taehyung would be shattered. You barely remember the Taehyung that didn’t have a crush on Yeji, so it wouldn’t it be cruel to tell him that his love was unrequited?

Asking Jimin to help was out of the question. True, it was his big mouth that got everyone into this mess, but he clearly still had larger problems of his own that you didn’t want to interfere with. He shouldn’t have said it, granted, but Yeji was the one who took it to heart and went too far. Love was bitter, and left no survivors.

Rolling over in your bed, you closed your eyes to get more rest. Your temperature had gone down, but your stuffy nose gave you a pounding headache. Just as you were slipping into an uneasy sleep, Mijung burst into your room, a sly smile on her face.

“There’s a cute boy waiting outside,” she announced, motioning her head for you to go have a look.

“That’s nice,” you mumbled into your pillow.

“He’s been hanging out by the gate for ages, and Jiwon is eyeing him up.”

Sighing, you cracked one eye open to give Mijung a disapproving glare. “And why was this news important enough to disturb my sleep?”

“Because he keeps looking up at our window, and we don’t know him. Is he your boyfriend?”

You threw your pillow in Mijung’s direction, and a squeal confirmed that it reached its target. Grumbling about having to move, you slung on a dressing gown and headed to the laundry room, which overlooked the view of the road. Jiwon left as you entered, but not before she gave you a suggestive look, trying to imply something that you didn’t want to find out. Peering out, you expected to see a mop of orange hair. Instead, it was chocolate-brown.

Jungkook looked up and caught sight of you, his eyes forming crescents as he grinned. He leant against a lamppost, dressed in all black with his hands in his pockets, his t-shirt showing off his biceps. A small blush crept onto your cheeks as you recalled Mijung’s earlier words, as you couldn’t help agreeing. He did look kind of cute. Jungkook waved his hand, motioning for you to come out and meet him, but you looked down at your dressing gown and shrugged in apology. Stubbornly, he crossed his arms and continued leaning on the post. Knowing he wasn’t going to budge an inch, you sighed and went back to your room to change.

“Why didn’t you just ring the doorbell like a normal person?” you questioned, coming down the steps.

“Your doorbell doesn’t work, so I tried knocking and your landlady answered. I asked for you but because you didn’t know I was coming, she said she couldn’t ‘put her girls in danger’. What’s up with that?”

You laughed hoarsely, the noise sounding weird in your ears due to your sickness. “She’s fine, just overprotective. That’s why we’re not allowed any boys in the house.” There was a short silence afterwards, where you stared at each other, unsure how to react. Last time you’d spoken was when you found out about Jimin and Yeji. Holding your head up high, you said bluntly, “I don’t want to talk about him.”

“I know. You don’t have to,” he replied gently.

“And I don’t want to practice today, either.”

“I know that, too.”

You were slightly taken aback, not expecting that response. “So… why did you come here?”

“I wanted to make sure you were okay. You haven’t been answering your phone.” Jungkook’s eyes were soft as he hung his head subtly, so that his fringe hung low. He was shy, you realised.

“I turned off my phone,” was your reply, not bothering to explain why. The truth was, you didn’t want to see any messages from Taehyung, as it would only increase the guilt shrouding your heart. Already feeling bad from the flu, you didn’t want to make it worse.

“Do you want to walk with me?”

Linking your arm through his, you accepted and you set off down the road. You weren’t sure where you were headed, and it seemed that neither did Jungkook, but it was nice to get some fresh air. Jungkook begun talking about the dance, and how he’d come up with more choreography for the last and most upbeat chorus. You were content to just listen, feeling his body occasionally bump into yours as he got too excited talking about a certain move, and watching his eyes sparkle as they caught the light. Although Jungkook was still very closed off and removed, it was nice seeing his passion flare when he talked about what he enjoyed, which was anything music related.

You walked past the shops and into the park, and even though your body ached from illness, Jungkook didn’t stop smiling, and it grew to be infectious. Before long, you’d forgotten about your sore throat and blocked nose, and were having a good time without overthinking your problems.

Jungkook sat down on the grass underneath a blossom tree, closing his eyes as the sun warmed his skin. He was definitely handsome, but you tried your hardest not to stare at his dozing figure. Although you weren’t exactly dating Taehyung, you still felt like you had to stay loyal and not let your hormones take over. Instead, you poked his side, demanding he showed you the new moves to your dance.

“I thought you didn’t want to practice,” he grinned cheekily.

“Go on, smart ass, show me the choreography.”

The rest of the morning was spent dancing, but because of the sun, neither of you were trying particularly hard to get the moves right. In fact, you managed to trip up several times, but Jungkook swore that he didn’t have anything to do with it. You were glad you’d suggested dancing, as Jungkook always looked relaxed and in his element.


“Y/N, Jungkook!”

Taehyung was standing a few metres in front of you, looking as shocked as you were feeling. You hadn’t anticipated seeing him on your walk, especially not by himself. Sometimes it looked strange not seeing Yeji hanging off his arm.

“I’ve got to go,” said Jungkook suddenly, his body language instantly changing to tense and tight, the opposite of what he had been a few minutes earlier. “Got work to catch up on.”

Jungkook strode past Taehyung without a goodbye and avoiding eye contact, but Taehyung hardly flinched. His brown eyes lay on you, not saying anything. He just smiled, the way he always did when you were telling him a story or if he caught your eye in class.

“Having fun with Jungkook?” he asked, his warm, deep tone comforting you, despite knowing that his question was meant to get under your skin and annoy you.

“Just friends, Tae,” you reminded him.

You’d been thinking of this moment for days: you were either going to tell him about Yeji, or you were going to add it to your list of secrets. Still undecided, you waited for Taehyung to say something, but he remained silent. Instead, he walked over to the closest tree and pulled one of the branches. You watched him as he snapped off a twig adorned with cherry blossoms, and brought back to you. He reached up to brush away the hair on the side of your head, then tucked the blossom behind your ear.

“I knew it would suit you,” Taehyung said happily.

In that moment, your decision was made: you weren’t going to tell him. All it was going to do was anger him, as he was unlikely to believe you in the first place. Plus, it wasn’t your business to interfere. What happened between him and his girlfriend was their personal concern, and you shouldn’t have got involved anyway. You should’ve just left Jimin alone instead of asking what’d happened, because you were now caught up in something you shouldn’t be.

“You never asked me what I did for our date the other night,” Taehyung continued, going back to his normal self, copying Jungkook by linking his arm through yours, and then following in the direction of where the younger boy strode off. “We went to the spring market, you know the one off the main street with all those cute shops? I ate so much you would not believe.”

“I thought you might go there,” you lied, your heart beating a little faster. You hated lying to Taehyung. “You’ve always liked romantic stuff.”

“There were so many couples, but I wish we could’ve gone together. The tteokbokki was unreal.”

You hid the grin threatening to blow your cover. One thing you always agreed on was food, which saved you from many quarrels; Taehyung only got grumpy when he was hungry, which never happened with you around.

“But I realised something while I was there.” He paused to avoid a puddle, his arm slipping out of yours. “I think,” he continued, once he’d dodged it, “I think I’m in love, Y/N.”

He held out his arm for you to take it again, but you’d stopped completely, your body going slack. “You love Yeji?” you spluttered, unable to believe what you just heard.

“I really think I do.”

“No, you don’t.”

It wasn’t meant to come out as blunt and abrupt as it did, but the thought of your best friend loving someone while they had no feelings for him back infuriated you. He deserved better than her.

“What? How do you know how I feel?” he asked, looking disappointed in your response.

“It’s not love.” Once you’d started, you couldn’t seem to stop. A small voice in your head was telling you to tone it down, as it probably took a lot of guts for Taehyung to admit his feelings. But you ignored it. “Don’t go jumping into things, Tae.”

“If it’s not love, then what is it? You’ve never been out with someone before.”

The familiar sense of jealousy was bubbling in your stomach. “What does it matter? I still know about love.”

“Yeah, and so do I,” Taehyung argued, turning away slightly to ensure he didn’t get too riled up. “It’s the feeling I get with Yeji, like nothing in the world is wrong, like everything is perfect. Do you understand that? Hang on, why don’t you think I’m in love?”

“Because I’ve loved someone before, Tae. And love isn’t perfect, not like that.”

Taehyung let out a low chuckle. “Yeah? Who have you loved? Because I’m pretty sure celebrities don’t count, nor does Jimin’s younger brother.”

Perhaps it was the condescending tone Taehyung had begun to use, or the fact that he was making fun of the tiny infatuation you had on Jimin’s brother several years ago, that lasted a maximum of three days. Either way, something in you broke. You were sick and tired of keeping secrets from Taehyung, and you were bored of pretending that he was just a friend to you.

“I like a boy with bright orange hair who has a stupid smile and has an awful sense of humour and likes skinship way too much and who’s too thick to realise that I’m in love with him. He annoys me daily, and I want to throttle him for being so oblivious, but no matter what I do, I still love him. He makes me happy even when I don’t want to be. But he’s dumb as hell.

If Taehyung wasn’t staring at you before, he was staring at you now. His mouth hung open and his eyes were wide, completely dumbfounded. You weren’t even aware that you were crying until you felt tears run down your chin, too caught up in the moment.

“I’m fully aware that the feelings aren’t mutual and they will never be mutual, and that’s fine. That’s life, I guess. I just want you to be happy, Tae. Really, truly happy. If you think that Yeji can do that for you, then go ahead. I’ll support you the best that I can. But I want you to know that I’ll always be your best friend, even when it hurts to be.”

There was a bitterness in your voice that couldn’t be covered, but finally expressing your emotions almost made you giddy with relief.

“I shouldn’t have told you like this,” you added, your voice getting choked up due to both emotion and illness. Taehyung stayed motionless as you played with the hem of your shirt, trying desperately to hold back the sobs. “I’m really sorry. I’d… better go.”

You left Taehyung standing in the middle of the park, his usually solid frame looking limp and feeble. Casting one final look over your shoulder at your friend, you saw a single solitary tear on his cheek, shining in the sun.

Two days passed and you hadn’t heard a single word from Taehyung. Lectures had begun again for another week, but his usual seat was empty, making your lectures feel even more dull than usual. During your breaks, you began your new job as a janitor, cleaning the university hallways and emptying the bins in each classroom, allowing your mind to wonder. However, your thoughts always returned to your confession in the park, making you cringe and shudder in embarrassment. Did you really say ‘that’s life’? To make it worse, as soon as you walked away, you suddenly came up with fifty other things you should’ve said to Taehyung to help explain yourself better. But you knew turning around and justifying your words would only make you look weaker and more vulnerable than you already were.

Grumbling under your breath, you scrubbed at a particularly stubborn coffee stain with a mop, pretending the stain was the memory you were trying to forget and erase. You weren’t sure whether it was because of what happened between you two that stopped Taehyung from coming to lectures, or whether he was genuinely busy and couldn’t make it. In your mind, it was the former idea.

You’d passed Jin several times in the hallways since that day, and the sweet smile he gave you told you that he knew nothing about Yeji’s secret or what had occurred between you and Taehyung. Therefore, Taehyung had kept it quiet. Was he ashamed? Did he not want his housemates to know? Questions and worries swirled your head as students filed into the corridor, the lessons changing over. You watched as people munched on a sandwiches or noodles, crumbs and spots of sauce dropping to the floor.

“Can’t everyone be more careful?” you muttered to yourself, pressing your body against the wall so a group of girls could pass.

“If I say it was an accident, will you still be annoyed with me?”

Whipping round, you saw Namjoon standing at your side, balancing on one foot with the other held aloft, dripping with water.

“Did you put your foot in my bucket?” you asked incredulously.

“Maybe,” he replied shiftily, biting his lip as he shook his foot, sending water everywhere. “Whoops.”

“Namjoon, you need supervision,” you laughed. Grabbing his hand to help his balance, he was able to pull off his shoe and pour it out, the smell of cleaning liquid filling the air.

“I know, I know, I’m sorry. I just came over to talk and I’ve just made your job harder for you. But anyway, I thought you were in the dance competition to get the money? Why are you doing more work?”

“Because we might not win,” you shrugged. “The dance thing was a spur of the moment decision, but when I thought about it, it seemed a bit silly to put all my faith in winning the competition. But I like dancing and Jungkook seems to be having fun, so it’s a good side project.”

“Don’t put yourself under too much stress,” he said sternly, putting his shoe back on. You just smiled ruefully, knowing that it was a bit too late for that. “Oh, and Taehyungie is ill,” he added. “Something like the flu. I’m not sure, but he hasn’t left his room and he’s been quite quiet recently. I thought maybe you should pop over later to visit? It’s strange when Taehyung isn’t his usual, bubbly self.”

“I don’t think I can,” you lied. “I’m busy.”

“You don’t have to stay long. Just a quick hello, cheer him up a bit. You’d be doing us all a favour, especially me. Making soup every day for the boy is slowly killing me.”

Namjoon’s pleading expression whittled down your resistance, especially as he looked so pitiful with one foot and ankle still dripping with water. Although he was older and a whole lot cleverer than you, you had the urge to protect him from anything bad that could upset him. Which is why you kept your mouth shut about why Taehyung was acting funny, and instead agreed to his request.

Taehyung’s room was dark, as his curtains were drawn despite the spring sun shining outside. In the dim light, you could just make out the mess that had accumulated, from tissues littering every surface to bowls of half eaten soup stacked up on his bedside table. However, it still smelt like honey. On the bed lay a Taehyung-like lump as he hid under the covers, fast asleep and letting out guttering snores as he struggled to breathe, his nose congested.

You sat on the edge of his bed, and suddenly, the noises stopped as he stirred awake. After two days of waiting, you were finally going to talk your feelings through and sort them out. To know what Taehyung had been thinking about scared you, but it was now or never.

In a soft voice, you called his name. “Tae?” 


A new campaign called “Alola Festival” has been announced at Pokémon Centers! Release date is July 15th, 2017. Here’s the full line-up:

- Pikachu plush - 1 800 yen
- Mascot Pikachu plush - 1 200 yen
- Mascot Pyukumuku, Alolan Marowak, Alolan Exeggutor - 1 000 yen
- Acrylic keychains - 500 yen each
- Double A4 clearfiles - 460 yen
- Drawstring purse - 800 yen
- Handkerchief (A/B) - 340 yen
- Hand towel - 380 yen
- Scarf with pockets - 1 000 yen
- T-shirt (S/M/L) - 3 000 yen
- Hat with Pikachu ears - 3 400 yen
- Beach sandals(Kids 19cm/M 24cm/L 26cm) - 1 600 yen
- Totebag - 4 000 yen

Sunflower Petals

Word Count: 3,426 words. 

There were intoxicated people who walked like they were on stilts. Couples left right and centre, eating each other’s faces. Puddles of alcohol on wooden panels and fancy carpets. Tilted lampshades, crushed plastic cups and toilet paper hanging from the ceilings.
I pushed myself up from the floor and walked through the house, not recognising a single person. Even though I couldn’t remember how I arrived at the house, I knew that my apartment was only a fifteen-minute walk. I tripped down the steps at the front of the house. People near the bushes laughed but didn’t think to help me up. Landing on my knees, I threw my head back and stared up at the bleak sky. I felt a sudden rush of fresh air and inhaled as if it was my first breath. The stars shone bright like a glistening disco ball made of diamonds. I stood up, not caring that my hands were dirty from the wet pavement. I looked down at my grazed knees and let out a chuckle.

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ktjnn  asked:

2/?? Sorry for spamming you a bit ahead of time but I wanted to kinda fill your inbox w/ some inspiration? OK! So I was thinking of a couple things. 1st - Sweet fluffy relationship hc's for Shiro, Keith, Hunk, and Lance. Or if that's too many, just Shiro and anyone lmao. What's the general vibe of the relationship like? Are they scared at the beginning? What personal things do they share with them? What do they like doing with them mostly?

If you think you can handle the amount of fluff my body is able to hold than so be it


-Shiro does not like the word relationship. It scares hims senseless cause he feels like it comes with this impossible standard he wants to hold himself to but feels he is never good enough

-That being said his s/o will become his rock, the one he turns to at night when things get rough. He may not exactly tell them what is wrong cause he doesn’t want anyone to feel burdened by him but he will seek them out to keep him company

-On those nights he will ramble about his life, his childhood and the things he misses from Earth. All the things he hasn’t shared with the other paladins cause he wants to be their immovable force, their leader who can handle anything

-He is a master at board games, mostly old fashion things like chess, checkers and card games. He finds it keep his mind occupied and sharp and well it is a nice one on one activity that gives him an excuse to spend more time with s/o

-He is just super old fashioned that he probably wants to take them out to fancy restaurants, for long walks, museums and buy tickets to charity events for them to attend


-The relationship is super casual and neither of them even realize what it really is til someone else, probably Lance, points out that literally everyone in the entire universe sees them as a couple but them

-Labels don’t mean much to them but it does feel kind of nice once its established cause some how it just seems natural to the two of them

-Its lots of not really doing things together but doing their own thing in the same vicinity as each other. Like Keith will be working out and s/o will seek out where he is and sit there to read their book or play their game or whatever

-And they don’t realize it but they are always together. It just kind of happens and Keith doesn’t even realize it until suddenly s/o isn’t there and things feel wrong it makes him anxious but he can’t figure out why

-When he does figure it out he is super flustered by it cause he has been by himself for long and took a weird pride in being a lone wolf but now he wants someone around? What a wuss … but he loves it

-He slowly starts to open up to s/o, it usually happens late at night where he is almost delirious from not sleeping and pushing himself to hard and he just wants to talk about everything but s/o finds it super endearing

-When he wants to get away for a bit he takes s/o and they go on a long ride is the red lion. Sometimes its silent, just enjoying the stars and sometimes he rants and raves but either way they always come back feeling much better than when they left


-This relationship is super silly and at skins deep seems shallow but they often surprise their friends with how close they really are

-They love to make each other laugh. Lance especially loves to make s/o laugh cause really??? Have you heard them laugh??? Its so great omg hold on one second and I will make them laugh and you will love it!!!!

-They are the hand holding, ironic matching t shirts and pointing at random things and saying “look its you” couple

-Biggest bonding moments is over stupid dares and seeing who can push each other the most

-And of course also when either one expresses any sort of self conscious thoughts its time for cuddles and “how dare you talk about that way when you are an angel. I will fight whoever made you sad even if it was yourself”

-They are just really a bright spot in each others life and really need it when everything else can be so dark and dreary and while others may see it as nothing but silly its actually really important to have someone who they don’t have to worry about making a fool out of themselves in front of


-He always had a crush on his s/o but had to be literally forced into asking them out cause he never thought that such a perfect person would ever be interested in him no matter what the signs have said to disprove this. After that first date it becomes hard to imagine a point when the two weren’t together

-They are the hand in each others pockets, unironic matching t shirts and pointing at things saying “Oh look its you! Oh wait nope you are much cuter/sweeter” couple

-The definition of relationship goals tbh

-Like if they had an instagram it would be a shared one where they post pictures of them doing every day domestic stuff and just being adorable together. People would eat it up

-He just wants to do everything for his s/o cause he wants them to be as happy as possible and they deserve the world and he wants to make all of the problems they have ever had go away

-Their perfect nights involve food network, lots of snacks and yelling at the contestants about how they are idiots and what they should have done

-They probably make their friends disgusted by how sweet they are by each other. Like it gets to the point the team wonders if they even remember each others names cause they always use sickly sweet nicknames for each other instead

-Also Hunk makes it his duty to live out every romcom cliche in his dates so there is that to look forward to

-Its just all full of love and communication and wanting to be the best for each other

Broken Dancer.

Shawn Master List found HERE

Just as much as you’re supportive of his career, always attempting to visit him on tour, attending his shows and what not, he’s just as supportive of yours. 

Being a dancer isn’t the simplest of careers to maintain, you’ve gotten to the point where it feels as though there’s always some sort of ache in your body— you’ve gotten used to it. 

He’s sitting in his dressing room, half dressed with his hair still a mess as his eyes are glued to his phone. You had sent him the final, 

“I gotta go, baby, good luck. X.” Text around an hour ago, in which he had replied, 

“Good luck to you too! X” 

He despises Monday nights, particularly when he’s stuck doing his own show while you’re sitting in Las Angeles, backstage while draped in a dancing costume getting ready to perform for the nightly entertainment of dancing with the stars. His eyes stay glued to his phone as he follows the current two dancers that are currently treading the tango, Shawns hair stylist striving to get his hair to represent something other than a curly mayhem. 

“I hate this show, I’m just trying to watch my girlfriend and they always put her on last.” He mumbles, unfortunately, peering into the mirror at his stylist, 

“Always save the best for last, right?” She chuckles, spraying his hair one last time with hairspray before combing it back a little. He grumbles under his breath, uncomfortably moving in his chair as he continues to follow his screen, not wanting to miss anything. 

“Shawn, you need to go on stage.” He is summoned by his manager, interrupting him from viewing the live broadcast on his phone. 

“Five-minute delay?” He attempts to work his magic, batting his eyes as he’s eager to see your performance. Shawn’s manager shakes his head, “please? Five minutes just so I can watch her. She’s been so excited about this one performance.” He tries to persuade his manager but he continues to shake his head, “c'mon she’s on next.” Shawn pouts, gesturing towards his phone as the announcer announces your name and your dance partner. 

“Sorry, we are on a strict schedule, if it was up to me I’d let you.” Shawn’s manager sighs, giving Shawn a small smile, “C'mon, don’t make me drag you.” He jokes in a somewhat serious tone as Shawn stands to his feet. 

Shawn sighs, “I’m going, I’m going.” He nods his head, placing his phone in his pocket and adjusting his t-shirt, taking in a deep as he prepares to walk on stage in front of thousands of fans. 

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Daddy - Chapter 4 - Want

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I like the way you make me feel, even when you’re nowhere near.

Betty was nervous.  She had flirted shamelessly with Jughead over text the other day and she hadn’t text him since except to tell him that they wouldn’t be at the park at the next scheduled time due to work commitment but they would be there the following day if he wanted to join them.  He had promised to be there and now she was fretting over how she would face him.  Texting and flirting was easy; having to then be face to face with the person was a little different.

It was a beautiful unusually warm October fall day and they were able to go without bundling up in hats and jackets and she put on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, taking advantage of probably the last very warm day of the year.  Her mother had given Jackson a new ball and he wanted to play on the grass with it so she brought a blanket along and found some open grass and spread the blanket out and sat down on it while he played close by.  She sent Jughead a text that they weren’t in their usual spot and where to find them.  He showed up 15 minutes later.

“Hey you,” he said with a smile as he walked up and smiled down at her on the blanket.  Betty inwardly winced at the flush that crept in her face and she smiled shyly up at him.

“Hi,” she said softly.  He looked good.  He always looked good but there was something about his casual stance, newly washed beanie back on his head, hands in his jeans pockets, his t-shirt half tucked, half hanging out, his belt, which she itched to undo.  Jesus.  His eyes were twinkling and she realized she had been blatantly checking him out.  She turned red when his eyes traveled along her curves, lingering on her long bare legs.

“It’s only fair,” he teased, throwing her text words back at her from the other night.  Betty sighed and let out a laugh.  He was trying to put her at ease and she appreciated it.  “Mind if I sit?” he asked.

“Of course not, please sit,” she said, moving slightly so he had room.  He dropped down beside her, stretching out and resting one ankle over the other, leaning back on his elbows.  His eyes moved to Jackson and he smiled as the little boy tried unsuccessfully to kick the ball.

“How long has he been attempting that?” he asked with a chuckle.

“A few minutes,” Betty said with a smile.  “He’ll get it eventually, or he’ll come ask me to play.”  

“How’s work been?” Jughead asked, glancing at her.

“Really great.  I found a piece of information the other day that helped put a corporate thief away.  Felt very satisfying.”

“Nice,” he said with a smile.  Betty let her gaze wander over him again when he looked back to Jackson.  He was still fit, more noticeable now in just a t-shirt.  Slightly more filled out and the way his shirt lay across his abdomen told her it was lean and hard.  She had a mad urge to lift his shirt and look.

“I can feel you looking at me,” he said, the smile in his voice.  Betty flushed, pulling her knees up and wrapping her arms around her legs.  “I don’t mind,” he added.

“Shut up,” she said with a sigh.  His low lazy laugh made her stomach clench.  Thankfully Jackson chose at that moment to walk over before she made an ass of herself.  He wandered between them, carrying his ball, a big grin on his face.  Betty figured he must be getting used to seeing Jughead with her because he suddenly plopped himself down, right on Jughead’s stomach.  His grunt and painful wince made Betty bite back a laugh.  He was so surprised he just froze and stared at Jackson.  The little boy held up the ball and smiled at Jughead.

“Play ball,” he said, looking at him expectantly.  Jughead looked at Betty and she smiled.  

“Go ahead,” she said softly.  Jughead looked a little apprehensive and unsure and she took Jackson’s hand and got him to stand up.  “Maybe Jughead can teach you how to kick the ball sweetie,” she said, running her hand through his black curls.  Jackson turned to look at Jughead and held the ball to him.  Jughead sat up and smiled at him.  He was about to take the ball and Jackson turned and threw it and then chased it with a gleeful laugh.  Jughead sat back on his heels and smiled when Jackson brought the ball back.  He took it and stood and walked onto the grass and put it down.  

Betty smiled as she watched him try to explain to Jackson how to kick the ball without missing.  Of course the toddler didn’t understand a thing he was saying and much preferred to steal the ball and run with it.  Jughead ran after him with a lazy stride and Jackson thought this was just the most fun game and squealed in delight as he tried to run away.  She watched them run around for a while, Jughead always being careful to not go too fast and she also noticed he was being careful to not grab Jackson.  Usually at this point she would be picking him up and swinging him around but Jughead didn’t seem sure of what he was allowed to do, so he simply just ran around with him.

Jackson wore out after a while and sat down on the blanket and played with the cars that Betty had brought along.  Jughead lowered himself to the blanket and once again leaned back on his elbows.  

“Wow, kids have a lot of stamina,” he said with a laugh.  “He wore me out.”  

“Yeah, he does that,” Betty said laughing.  Jackson crawled with his car between them and she smiled at Jughead over his head.  The little boy started inspecting his toy and flopped himself back, leaning against Jughead as he did.  “He’s getting comfortable with you, that’s good,” she said smiling.  Jughead lifted his hand and gently touched Jackson’s curls.  He ignored him and kept playing with his toy.

“He’s got great hair,” Jughead said smiling.

“Like you,” Betty smiled and then flushed when Jughead winked at her.  

“When is his birthday?” he asked softly.

“February 4th,” Betty said.  

“Hear that, buddy?  It’s almost your birthday.”

“Well, in about 3 and a half months,” she said laughing.

“Then we have, what do they call it?  The terrible two’s?” Jughead asked with a chuckle.  

“I hope not,” Betty said with a sigh.  “He’s already a handful.  His pediatrician says he’s very smart for his age and taller than average.  I’m guessing he gets that from you.  He started walking at 10 months and the funny thing was, he kind of bypassed sitting,” she said with a laugh.  "I couldn’t get him to sit longer than ten seconds and he would fall over and would spend the day dragging himself around by his arms.  It took me a while to get him to use his knees and crawl.  When he figured that out, he still wouldn’t sit and one day he crawled to the couch and pulled himself up to a standing position and I was so surprised,” Betty said laughing.  “He started walking along the couch and there was no stopping him after that.  He learned to sit quickly after that, but I just found it so amusing.” 

Jughead had a small smile on his face and his hand was rubbing up and down Jackson’s back.  Betty thought he looked a little sad and she wondered if maybe she should have waited before bombarding him with details.

“I wish I had been there for all that stuff,” he said quietly.

“I’m sorry, Jughead,” Betty said sadly.  She reached over and took his hand and gave it a squeeze.  “I did what I could to find you.  I mean I honestly didn’t even know if you’d care at all at the time, but I did try.”

“I know,” he said with a small smile.  “And I would have cared, Betty.”  The way he was looking at her made her heart race and she squeezed his hand again.  

“Mommy, tired,” Jackson said and then proceeded to yawn.  Betty laughed and stood up, picking Jackson up as she did.

“Maybe we should get you home for a nap then,” she suggested.  Jughead stood and picked the blanket up for her and folded it.  

“Down mommy, I walk,” Jackson insisted.  She put him down and they started walking back.  When Betty tried to take his hand, Jackson pulled away and grabbed onto Jughead’s finger.  “Jughead,” he insisted and Jughead paused and looked down and then looked at Betty.  

“Well, he wants you to lead him, I guess,” she said smiling.  Her heart warmed at the sight and Jughead smiled and walked slowly, not wanting the little guy to fall.  They made it back across the street and stopped at the stoop of Betty’s building.  She reached down and picked up Jackson who lay his head on her shoulder, looking tired and sleepy.  Jughead handed her the blanket and she tucked it around Jackson.  

“I had a good time,” Jughead said softly, his hand brushing over the boys hair.  Jackson’s eyes were watching him and he smiled.  

“Thank you for always coming, Jughead.  You’re a good guy,” Betty said quietly.  

“Yeah, I am,” he said with a smile.  He backed away slowly to head back to his place and she turned to go inside.  After a moment she turned back to him.

“Jughead?”  He paused as he was turning away and looked at her.

“Ummm, my mother takes Jackson every month for a weekend to give me a break.  She’s taking him this weekend and I was wondering…” Betty paused and bit her lip and Jughead waited for her to finish.  “Would you like to come over for dinner on Saturday evening?” she asked shyly.

“I’d like that,” he said with a smile.  She smiled and flushed with excitement.  

“I’ll text you the details,” she promised and he nodded and turned to walk down the street.  She watched him go and took a deep breath.  It had been a bold move on her part, but she wanted to get to know him better and it would easier to do that without Jackson around.

That evening she sent Jughead a text for the plans on Saturday.  She was beyond excited and hoped he was as well.

B: I’ll have dinner ready for 7:00.  Apartment 5C..

J:  I’ll be there :)

She put the phone down and quickly brushed her teeth and got into her pajamas and went to check on Jackson.  He was sleeping soundly and she leaned down and pressed a kiss to his forehead.  When she got back to her room and picked up her phone he had sent another text.

J: You still have great legs.

Betty felt herself grow warm and got under the covers, smiling at the phone.

B: thank you :)  You still look nice and fit..

J: I keep in shape with burgers and chips

B: haha.

A picture suddenly came through and it was a bag of chips leaning against a pillow.  Betty laughed.

B: You’re eating chips in bed?  You’ll get crumbs everywhere and it won’t be very comfortable..

J: Nobody here but me and I don’t mind ;)

B:  Well what if you had company?.

J:  I wouldn’t be eating chips ;)

Betty groaned and threw her arm over her face.  God, all the images that were running through her mind.  She didn’t quite know how to respond to that sexy innuendo.  She took too long and his next text made her sigh.

J: Thinking again? ;)

B:  Stop it lol

J: No

B:  Stop grinning….

J: Again, no…. lol

B:  You’re driving me nuts.  I’m going to bed before my fingers get me in trouble.

J:  You mean by texting, right? ;)

B: OMFG!!  Ugh, goodnight, Jughead!.


J:  Goodnight, Betty :)

Saturday night, there was a knock at the door at five minutes to seven.  Betty raced to the bathroom and checked her appearance one more time and nodded in approval.  She had chosen jeans and a simple button shirt.  She kept her makeup natural and had straightened her hair and decided she looked perfect.  She looked pretty and natural and she didn’t look like she was trying to seduce him.  Tonight was about getting to know him.  She opened the door and her heart started fluttering.  Jughead had brought flowers.  He handed them to her with a smile and she took the daisies and ushered him inside.  

“Thank you,” she said softly, heading to the kitchen to find a vase.

“You look great,” he said with a smile.  “And it smells great.  I haven’t had any burgers today,” he added.  Betty looked at him as she fixed the flowers.  “Or chips.”  His following wink had her blushing to her roots and she sighed.

“Don’t start,” she said with a laugh.

“I promise to behave,” he said as he pulled off his jacket.  He draped it over the back of the chair by the table and looked around.  It was a nice apartment.  An open floor plan and spacious, with a hallway leading to bedrooms and the bathroom.  The colors were lovely shades of blue and she had a lot of yellow scattered around the place.  It was bright and airy and pretty.  Just like her.  He smiled at the toys piled into a bin in the living room and wandered over to her fireplace and looked over the pictures on the mantel.  So many pictures of Jackson with various people and just on his own.  He touched his hand to one of Betty and Jackson that was recent and he smiled at the goofy looks on their faces.

“Next time you’re with him, I’ll make sure to get a picture of you guys and get you on this mantel as well,” Betty said softly as she walked up to him.  He turned and looked at her.

“You don’t have to do that,” he said with a small smile.

“I know I don’t, but I want to,” she said.  He just smiled at her and she just couldn’t help herself and her hand lifted and she brushed his curl off his forehead.  “Jackson’s does that too,” she said with a smile.  She saw him swallow and his gaze flickered to her mouth and back up and she thought for a second he was going to kiss her but he stepped back and lifted his hat to run a hand through his hair and scratch a little.

“So what are we eating?” he asked, plopping the hat back down.  Betty willed her butterflies to calm down and smiled, heading back to the kitchen.  

“I made a roast chicken, mashed potatoes with pan drippings, some steamed veggies and a greek salad.  I have a cake for dessert.”

“Wow, that sounds amazing.  I seriously didn’t eat much today because I was quickly trying to finish up an edit on a paper and I’m pretty hungry.”

“Well, have a seat and I’ll bring the food,” Betty said.  “Can you pour the wine?”  

Jughead poured the white wine she had chilling and soon they were settled down to eat.  

“This is amazing,” he said after a few bites.  “Where did you learn to cook like this?”

“My mother insisted,” Betty said with a laugh and a roll of her eyes.  “But in truth, I love it.  It’s like therapy to me.  When I feel stressed, I cook.  Sometimes a little too much and then I have left overs for days.

“Well, I love to eat, so if you ever need help in that department, feel free to give me a call,” he said smiling.  

“Okay, maybe I will,” she said softly.  He smiled at her and she took a sip of wine to keep from grinning.  Having him in her apartment was making her feel a little crazed.  Her heart wouldn’t stop pounding and he looked so damn good she wanted to just crawl in his lap and kiss the breath out of him.  She didn’t know how a guy could just make jeans, a t-shirt and a flannel shirt look so damn good, but he managed.  They made useless chit chat while they ate and Jughead was right, he loved to eat.  He polished off most of the food and she had no idea where he put it.  There didn’t seem to be an ounce of fat on the man.

“How can you eat so much?” she asked laughing.  He sat back and patted his still flat stomach.  

“Practice,” he said with a grin.

“Why would you practice eating a lot?” Betty asked curiously.

“I didn’t always have something to eat when I was growing up and when I started getting food on a regular basis, I just started eating a lot in case it would disappear on me, I guess,” he explained.  He said it so casually that Betty just stared for a minute.

“You didn’t always have food?” she asked sadly.  Jughead poured some more wine and shrugged.  

“It’s not a very interesting story,” he said quietly.  Betty put her hand over his.

“I’d like to hear it,” she said softly.  “I invited you over because I’d like us to get to know each other and I’d like to know all of it.”  Jughead studied her for a while and looked back at his wine glass.

“I grew up on the wrong side of the tracks, I guess you could say,” he started softly.  “My dad had a drinking problem and ran with a gang, well if I’m going to be honest, he ran the gang.  He lost his job as a result and we didn’t have food a lot of the time.  My mom did her best but eventually she took my sister and left town to stay with my grandparents.  She left me behind with my dad and I sort of ended up homeless for a while.”

“Oh, God, Jughead, I’m so sorry,” Betty said sadly.  He sat back in his chair and smiled.

“I had some good friends that helped me out and when my dad finally got back on his feet I moved back home.  He was still running with the gang though and was trying to get me to join and all I ever wanted to do was write.  It basically saved me.  All the times I’d be alone and not knowing what was going to happen, I took out my old trusty laptop and wrote until the world faded away.  I got a job with my best friend’s dad’s construction company and saved every penny I made and enrolled in some classes at NYU.  I also got a small scholarship when I graduated for writing courses.  I had a teacher that really believed in me.  So after graduation I come out here and housed with so many guys, mostly because I couldn’t afford a place of my own,” he said with a laugh.  “I spent two years here and then I went back home.  Of course I think the best part of those two years here was the night of the party,” Jughead said smiling.  Betty flushed and poured herself some more wine.

“Do you ever see your mom?” she asked, pulling her foot up on the chair and wrapping her arm around her leg.

“Once in a while.  We don’t have the best relationship, you know, with her abandoning me and all,” he said with a bitter laugh.  “I mostly go to see my sister.”  He pulled out his phone and scrolled pictures a bit and handed it to her.  The young women on the screen was beautiful.  She looked like Jughead with the same black hair and blue eyes.

“What’s her name?”

“Jellybean.”  Betty put down her wine glass and raised an eyebrow.

“Jellybean? Jughead?  Okay, what’s the story,” she asked with a laugh.

“We just have terrible names and those are the nicknames my dad gave us,” he said laughing.

“So what’s your real name?”  

“If I told you, I’d have to kill you,” he said with a wink.  

“Okay, I’m going to have to use Jackson, and it’s a horrible thing to do as a mother and it pains me greatly to have to do this, but Jughead, tell me, what is Jackson’s father’s real name?” she asked with a twinkle in her eye.  

“You play dirty, Cooper,” he said laughing.

“I pull out the big guns, Jones, now spill.”

“Forsythe Pendleton Jones, the Third.”

“Jesus, wow,” Betty said with a wince and he started to laugh again.

“Told you.”

“What about your sister?”

“Forsythia.”  Betty just stared at him and he grinned at her shock.  “It’s a family name.  My father insisted.”

“I’m so sorry,” she said honestly.  They had finished eating at this point and Betty got up and cleared the table.  Jughead helped and when they were done they settled on opposite ends of the couch.  “We’ll have cake later,” she said, fluffy the cushion behind her.  

“So what about you, Betty Cooper, what was your life like?”

“Well, since you shared your name, I guess I can tell you that my actual name is Elizabeth but nobody ever calls me that.  Life for me was okay.  Not as dramatic as yours obviously, typical city life.  I have a sister named Polly, who’s married with twins.  She lives in Jersey.  My parents got divorced when I was 16 and I don’t see my dad a lot.  He lives in California and he only comes out here maybe once a year.  My mom recently started seeing some businessman and I hope it works out because then maybe she’ll stop trying to boss me around.  She’s a bit controlling and terrifying and if I’m going to be honest, i try very hard to not piss her off.  She loves Jackson though and is a wonderful grandmother and she helps a lot, so I just take her annoying crap because I’m grateful.”

“You had a pretty regular life then, that’s good,” he said smiling.  He leaned forward and rested his arms on his thighs.  “I guess life got a little complicated after our night,” he said quietly.

“Yeah, it was a bit shocking,” Betty said looking at her hands as she picked at her fingers.  “I wasn’t feeling well and it never once occurred to me that I might be pregnant.  One of my friends asked if I could be and I was just thinking there was no way, cause we had used protection and when I took the test……I cried for days,” she said in a whisper.

“I’m so sorry, Betty,” Jughead said, his remorse evident in his voice.  

“I knew it was yours, well, because I hadn’t been with anyone else in like a year and that night was really amazing and I knew I was going to have the baby.  At the time I guess it was just maybe because I felt like we had had some kind of connection and suddenly, well, we had a really big one and I wanted to hang on to it.  Of course, that’s a ridiculous reason to want to have a baby, but then when he was born, I fell completely in love.  It wasn’t about you or our night anymore, it was all him and he became my whole world.  It was shocking to me though, how much he looks like you,” she said with a little laugh.  Betty finally looked at him and saw the play of emotions on his face.  “I didn’t think I would ever see you again and I was okay with it.  It was over and done and Jackson just consumed my life and I do everything for him.”

“I would have come back Betty, I would have found a job and helped you,” Jughead said.

“I believe you,” she said with a smile.  “You’re a rare specimen, Jughead Jones, rare indeed.  Jackson is lucky to have you as his father.”

“I want to help you Betty, I can’t let you handle all the financial costs of a child by yourself.”

“Jughead, I promise it’s okay.  I really don’t need you to do that.”

“I know you don’t, but I want to.  It’s the right thing to do and I want to help in some way to provide for him.  Please?  Let me help.”

“Okay,” she said finally.  “Why don’t you open a savings account for him, if you want and put money in there.  If a need ever comes up where I can’t manage, we’ll take it from there?”

“I can do that,” Jughead said with a smile.  “And diapers.  Is he still in diapers?  I didn’t pay attention to that.”

“Yes, he is,” Betty said laughing.  “But I have started to introduce the potty now, so that should go to pull-ups soon and then hopefully, you can just buy him some little boy underwear.”

“Sounds good to me,” Jughead said smiling.  Betty smiled and got up suddenly and walked over and picked up her laptop.  She came back to the couch and took a seat right next to him and opened it, booting it up.  She went into her photo files and there were files for every month of Jackson’s life.  She clicked on the first one and Jughead pulled a leg up and tucked his foot under his knee and leaned closer to her as he stared at the pictures.

Betty spent an hour going over pictures with him and telling stories that had him laughing at times and feeling sad at others.  His heart hurt at all that he had missed.  He couldn’t believe how much he loved this little boy and a few weeks ago, he hadn’t known he existed.  As Betty explained a recent picture, he suddenly realized how close to her he was.  He was basically leaning into her and her head was right next to his, her breath grazing his cheek as she talked.  He turned his head and her voice trailed off as she looked at him.  Her mouth was so close, he had only to lean slightly and he would be kissing her.  Jughead’s heart slammed in his chest and God, he wanted so badly to wrap his arms around her and kiss her until she couldn’t breathe but he knew she meant for this evening to be about learning things about each other, no matter how much it looked like she wanted him to kiss her.  He pulled back a space and she quickly turned back to the screen and talked about a few more pics and then she straightened away from him and let him browse a little on his own.

“Do you want some cake?” she asked, sounding a little hoarse.  

“Sure, I’d love some,” he said smiling.  Betty got up to get them dessert while he kept browsing the pictures.  She was so damn flustered, she had to do something other than sit pressed against him.  She knew he hadn’t realized it at first but having him lean against her while she talked had made her ache all over.  When he had turned his head and he looked like he had been about to kiss her, she had forced herself to stay completely still, rather than throw herself at him like she really wanted to.  He also smelled fucking fantastic.  Betty sighed as she cut the cake.  She had no idea how much longer she could hold out before making a complete ass of herself.

When she carried the cake back, she took a spot a foot away from him and he smiled as he put down the computer and took the cake.  

“Shit, this is amazing,” he said after he took a bite.  “Seriously, if you ever want a new career, you should open a restaurant.”  Betty blushed at the compliment.  They talked a while longer about their past and most of his stories were sad up until the point where he left for New York after graduation.  Betty was glad that things were going so much better for him.  When she let out a yawn, he laughed and slowly stood up.

“I guess I should head out.  You look like you need some sleep.”  Betty smiled and stood up and stretched.  It had been a wonderful evening and she hated that it had to end.  She suddenly remembered something and went over to the mantel and picked up a USB stick that lay there and walked over to Jughead as he pulled on his jacket and handed it to him.

“What’s this?” he asked, taking it.

“All the pictures you just looked at,” she said softly.  He looked stunned.

“Wow,” he said softly.  “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” she said with a smile.  She walked to the door with him and they stood silently for a moment.  Jughead stepped closer and she swallowed, her gaze locked on his.  He was so close their bodies were touching and she so desperately wanted to kiss him but she had a feeling if she did that, he wouldn’t be leaving.  Jughead touched his hand to her face, his thumb stroking over her cheek.  She smiled shakily and he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, giving her a long, tight hug.  When he loosened his grip, she rested her forehead on his chest and let out a long shuddering breath.  His hands came up and touched her hair and she felt his mouth press a kiss to the top of her head and then he was gone.

Betty stood for a while, leaning against the door and took some deep breaths.  Once she got her heart beating at a normal pace she quickly tidied up and went to the bathroom and ran herself a hot bath.  She added bubbles and sank into it with sigh of happiness.  She truly enjoyed her weekends when her mother took Jackson.  It was nice to be able to do things without interruption.  When her phone suddenly dinged with a message she smiled.  She knew who it was before she even picked it up.

J:  Thank you for the wonderful evening.  I had a great time.

B:  You’re welcome, and thank you for coming over.  I enjoyed getting to know you better.  

J:  I shared a lot of crazy shit.  You still like me?

B:  Yes :)  Maybe even more than before..

J:  That’s probably just pity, Cooper.

B:  No, it’s not.  I think you’re an amazing guy.

J:  You’re pretty amazing yourself.

Betty smiled and wondered why it was so easy to say things over text and not in person.  Most likely cause there was no danger of jumping his bones while texting, she thought with a laugh.

J:  You smell amazing by the way.  Sitting so close to you almost killed me.  

B:  It’s a new perfume.  I’m glad you liked it.

J:  Well, it smells good :)

B:  What are you doing right now?

J:  Trying to find something to watch on TV and there is nothing on.

B:  Netflix.

J:  What do you want to watch?  

B:  Nothing, I’m taking a bubble bath at the moment..

J: …………

Betty giggled.  She had done that on purpose.  She sighed.  God, it was so easy to flirt over text.  She’d probably turn purple from embarrassment next time she saw him.  She basically just told him she was naked.  And wet.  Oops?  

B:  Sorry, I couldn’t resist ;)

J:  You know, I could always come back over…..

B:  Don’t tempt me, Jones.

J:  Then don’t tease me, Cooper.

B:  Well, it’s really nothing to get excited about. I’m just sitting here all naked and wet.

Oh my god, had she really sent that?  

J:  Fuck

B:  Sorry :/  I’ll behave.

Jughead didn’t reply for a few minutes and Betty got nervous.  Had she gone too far?  She sighed and tried to think of something to say to smooth it over.

B:  I’m sorry, Jughead.  I went too far.  I was only teasing.

He still didn’t reply and she felt sudden tears sting her eyes.  God, she was an idiot.  She sat up and put the phone down on the edge of the tub and ran her hands through her hair.  The phone suddenly dinged and she hurriedly picked it up, looking at the screen.

J:  I want you.

The breath left her lungs and she began to ache all over.  Her hand trembled a bit and she gripped the phone tighter so she wouldn’t drop it in the water.  A couple minutes later, another text came through.

J:  I know I shouldn’t say that, and I know we need to get to know each other for Jackson’s sake and I don’t want to rush anything and I promise I won’t make any move right now but I just want you to know.  I want you.  I’ve wanted you since I saw you sitting on the bench and I didn’t know you had Jackson.  I’ve thought about you constantly since the day we met and I’m trying really hard to control myself and I will, but I needed you to know.  

Betty started to reply and she saw he was typing again and she waited.  

J: I don’t want you to respond to what I said.  I don’t want to know if you want me and I don’t want to know if you don’t want me.  I want to just leave it at that and we can move on to something else.

B:  Ok.

J:  Well, ok maybe just say a little something…..sigh, fuck.  Did I fuck this up?

B:  Well, I’m the one who said I was wet and naked, I’m pretty sure I’m the one who started fucking this up.

J:  We should stop saying ‘fucking’.

Betty started to laugh.  This conversation had taken the most bizarre turn.

B:  Will you be at the park on Monday?

J:  Ah, shit.  I forgot to tell you.  I won’t be able to come until Friday.  I have to go into the office all of next week and my boss is telling me the days will be long.   I’ll be there on Friday though.

B:  ok :)  we’ll miss you.

J:  I’ll miss you more.  I’m going to let you go.  I’m sorry this got so weird, but I really did have an amazing time tonight and I hope we can do it again soon.

B: I did too and we can definitely do it again :)

J:  Goodnight Betty :)

B:  Goodnight Jughead :)

Betty lay back in the bath once again and sighed.  He wanted her.  She wondered if it was as much as she wanted him.

Jughead sat on his couch and ran his hands through his hair.  Jesus, he had just come right out and said he wanted her.  She had been teasing him and it had been a fucking mean tease but he could have said something teasing back, but no, he had to go and blurt out that he wanted her.  Typed and sent before he could even stop himself.  Now he felt like an idiot.  He was almost positive she wanted him too, in fact he knew she did, but they really needed to step back.  He had a son with her and if he was going to go there, it needed to be more than just sex.  He didn’t want to do that to Jackson.  Jughead wanted to make sure there was more between them than just sexual attraction.

He grabbed his laptop and plugged in the USB she gave him and saw all the files and folders for Jackson.  There, at the bottom of the icons was one extra labeled ‘just me’.  His heart pounded and he opened it.  Pictures of Betty flooded his screen and he let out a ragged breath.  He looked through them and it dawned on him what she was doing.  These weren’t all just perfect shots, and some of them were absolutely stunning.  She was fucking beautiful, there was no doubt.  There were others as well.  No makeup, tired, just woke up.  One made him laugh.  She had labelled it ‘life with a toddler, food stains’; her white shirt was covered in what looked like spaghetti sauce and she didn’t look impressed.

Betty was showing him what she looked like in all aspects of her life with Jackson and if anything, it made him want her more.  She wasn’t afraid to show herself and if he was being honest, he thought she was hot no matter what.  He decided to send her something in return and looked through his files for a picture that a friend from back home had taken of him in the summer when she had convinced him to model for her for an hour.  He sent it to his phone and downloaded it and text it to Betty.  Her reply came a minute later.

B:  I’m going to say it anyway…..

B:  I want you too.

anonymous asked:

could I request a frank castlexreader where y/n's daughter is going on her first date and frank decides to have a talk with the boy and just happens to be cleaning his guns while he does? It could be his daughter or he's dating a single mom, you're such a good writer hope you consider it!

Anon, I hope this is okay.  I’m going to be honest, it was tougher to write this than I thought.  I know I write Frank x Reader fics, but I’ve never really written Frank as a father figure before, knowing what happened to his children, so it was a bit hard to get into that mindset.  All I can say is I tried my best.  

The first time you saw Frank, he was saving your 8-year old daughter.

The second time you saw him, it was because he was on your doorstep a week later checking to see how she’s doing. 

The rest as they say is history.  Eight years later and you’re still together.  And Frank is the best father to Emma, much more than her own father ever was.  

It’s the night of Emma’s first date and you don’t know who is more nervous, Emma or Frank.  Between the two of them, you’re ready to just get her out the door so it can be over.  

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Robert Outfit + Accessories!!

Page One:

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I love the little bits of robert in ryan, the tongue, the hand in his pockets during the team photo, and the breast pocket on his white T-shirt, and then there’s just how does this awkward smiley human being actually become robert? How does he do that?