still not getting the whole story

bazwillendinflames  asked:

Matteusz (mostly because I love him so much it's a bit sad)

  • First impression

What a cute!! I relate to his physics struggles. 

  • Impression now

Protect this boy, my beautiful gay son, who is So Chill About Everything like oh my god how does he do it? He deserves everything good, I love him. 

  • Favorite moment

Ooh. I love his whole thing with the flower petals in episode 4, how he’s just quietly working it out. I do love how he soothes Charlie with the panic attack in episode 6, though, and his “I would… quite like to kiss you now?” in episode 8 which is still so pure

  • Idea for a story

I’m working on that oneshot about him playing the piano. It’ll get finished eventually lmao

  • Unpopular opinion

Uh. Fuck I dunno, this boy never did anything problematic in his life lmao

  • Favorite relationship

Charlie/Matteusz, obviously. But I also LOVE his dynamics with Tanya and Quill, and wish we could have seen more of the latter. 

  • Favorite headcanon

That Quill makes him godfather to her baby because he’s the most responsible, and that he calls the baby Quilliam, much to her significant annoyance.  

I don’t know how much of an unpopular opinion this is, but as tedious as the chapters can be when you’ve done them so many times, I always get a little bit sad when I finish a run of KOTFE/KOTET to start a new character because that means no Lana or Theron for a while. I love playing through the original stories and I love the original companions a WHOLE BUNCH, but I also love getting to the end and having my space wife and my space BFF again.

I mean at least Lana’s VA shows up all over the damn place, Imp side, but still.

anonymous asked:

Hey I saw your post about wedlia being over, and how you're confused about what to post right now. And I think I might have some answers. I mean Wednesday and Amelia still have yet to get married and have a baby? :) that could most definitely open a whole lot of doors. That is if you feel like doing that^ as for your original story. Who says you can't do two versions of the same story? I'm sure we will enjoy that original one just as much as we enjoy the current one.❤ so you do you.

Hello! 😀 I am still a bit lost on what to do but I think I am going to re-tell it because that is the purpose of this whole blog and I think that is really what I want to do (I’ve been blessed with a really wonderful support system, I feel so at home with our little corner of the community 💕). I actually went to the store today and bought another notebook and gel pens to get working on revising the story so it is exactly (or as close as I can get) how I like! 😋 And I greatly appreciate your support and sending this cute message! 😚💗

I don’t want to confuse people (more then re-telling the story is going to 😖) by doing and wedding and the baby but I might play around because you are totally right! That opens a lot of doors! 

I think I am going to clean up my blog, get a queue set here in the next couple of days (or week) with the story I feel confident in, maybe change my URL, private the old stuff and start not fresh but clean. 😌

anonymous asked:

Why are you so anti La La Land?

I’m not anti-La La Land at all. I have nothing against it, it’s a cute movie and all. I just feel like movies like Moonlight are more deserving of all of the awards that La La Land has been sweeping up this awards season.

The reason why I want Moonlight to win so bad is because of its story. To have a movie about an African-American boy struggling with his sexuality while growing up is something I thought would never happen. It’s touching and relatable because it’s something that I went through growing up and to see someone that looks like me going through what I went through during my whole childhood really strikes a chord with me. Growing up African-American and gay is difficult because the stigma of showing yourself as weak or feminine is something still looked down upon in the African-American community if you’re a boy. You have to act as masculine as you can to prove yourselves to others or else you would get teased or picked on. Barry Jenkins telling of Chiron’s story through Moonlight paints a story of millions of African American males childhoods. Not only African American males but also other males of color as well.

When you compare that to a musical about a white woman wanting to be an actress and a white man wanting to save jazz, a genre deeply rooted in African-American culture and from slavery…she just doesn’t have the range compared to Moonlight, I’m sorry.

But none of this really matters anyway because we all know that La La Land is going to sweep at the Oscars just like it did with all the other major award shows this season so

Things I loved about Beauty and the Beast
  • Diversity slapped me in face and I welcomed it with open arms
  • The enchantress didn’t curse an 11 year old who obviously knew stranger danger
  • He was an actual douche bag who deserved to be cursed
  • Belle’s blue dress
  • “You’re library makes our small corner of the world seem big”
  • “But she’s so well read and your so… athletically inclined.”
  •  I want that music box. TAKE MY MONEY DISNEY
  • Belle Doing laundry
  • Belle teaching the little girl to read
  • I love that it’s eternally winter there that just seems really cool to me

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I never pranked my parents again after the incident.

by reddit user Eigengraulogy

I was 11 years old when it happened.

As a kid, I knew that something wasn’t quite right with the events that unfolded at the time. Even though it was never brought up again under any circumstances by either one of my parents, it’s something that always stuck with me. I can’t say it’s a memory that I tried to suppress seeing as it was always there at the back of my mind, bothering me like an itch that wouldn’t go away unless properly scratched.

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Reasons why you should watch Heathers (1988)
  • Shows how society exploits suicide for their own benefit
  • One kickass female protagonist that admits she’s done wrong in the end instead of making excuses for her behavior
  • This movie inspired Mean Girls and Scream Queens
  • A hell of a dark story line for your typical 80s high school movie 
  • Winona Ryder’s sarcasm
  • If a popular student dies, the whole school will notice. If a “nobody” dies, everyone waves it off. 
  • Three Queen Bitches™ that actually struggle with various conflicts in their lives like every other teenage student
  • Accurately portrays how grief of a fellow student’s suicide doesn’t feel genuine
  • Popular female protagonist doesn’t abandon her pre-popularity friendships
  • Chilling parallels (”Great pate, but I gotta motor if I want to get to that party/funeral”)
  • Over exaggerated but still relatively accurate caricature of brutal social hierarchy that’s high school
  • The AESTHETICS and COLOR SYMBOLISM
  • Adults are generally unhelpful when it comes to high school matters 
  • Black comedy that’s so humorous and morbid to the point where it’s sickly hilarious 
  • Portrays the lesson that killing a problem doesn’t always solve it

I don’t even know. I was taking a walk today and this idea popped into my head. I swear I’m still writing the bookstore AU, too. Also, *pops confetti*, I hit 2k followers today! Who ARE all you guys? Anyway, this fluff/ridiculousness is for you. ~1.6k words, rated G. Sterek, of course.

now also on AO3

The whole thing starts with Stiles really, really craving a meatball sub from the place across the street.

“God, someone shut him up,” Erica groans. They’re all kind of at their breaking point by now; they’ve been camped out in this meeting room all day, brainstorming. “He’s been talking about the same goddamn sandwich for seven and a half minutes now, and it’s making me hungry.”

“If only our ad campaign were about sandwiches, Stilinski would have it in the bag and we could all go home,” Isaac sighs.

From across the table, Derek rises abruptly to his feet and storms out. (Or maybe it’s just that Stiles always interprets everything Derek does as stormy. With those eyebrows, it’s hard not to.)

Stiles assumes he’s just gotten so fed up with them all that it’s either storm out or kill someone, and he’s just grateful Derek chose Door Number 1. It’s a good day not to get killed by Derek Hale.

Only, fifteen minutes later he comes back in. With a paper bag from the deli.

As soon as he gets within grabbing distance, Stiles practically collapses across the table in his haste to reach for it. “Oh my god, is that what I think it is?”

Derek holds it up over his head. “Who says this is for you? Maybe all your talk inspired me to go get a meatball sub of my own.”

“Oh, please. Like anyone with your abs eats meatball subs.” Stiles leaps to his feet on his swivel chair—because screw safety, Derek will catch him if he starts to topple over—and snatches the bag out of Derek’s grip. Derek doesn’t fight him for it very hard.

“Why don’t I get a meatball sub?” Erica whines, thumping her head down on her notebook. “Doesn’t anyone love me?”

Derek shrugs and takes his seat again. “You didn’t ask.”

“You just like Stilinski better,” she grumbles, and Derek just shrugs again.

Meanwhile, Stiles rips into the bag and takes a huge bite out of the gloriousness that is this sandwich. He can’t help throwing in a few theatrical moans just to taunt Erica, and she suitably rewards him with a glare of death across the table.

“Mmm,” Stiles says. “Derek, I love you so much, dude. Marry me.”

Instead of the grumpy eyebrows he expects, Derek meets his eye, leans back smugly in his chair, and says, “Okay.”

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thexenobiologist  asked:

Your recent post about touch tanks reminded me of something I've always wondered: why do the sharks and rays in them actively seek out contact? They don't just seem to coincidentally bump into hands or only go after food, so what makes them want to get touched?

For years, I’ve thought, if I had a research grant, this would be what I would study. The behavior of sharks and rays in touchpools. 

Where I was proctoring them, we were taught we could never say that the sharks and rays ‘liked’ the interaction. All the species in the tank were eusocial species by nature - cownose rays live in large schools, and the smaller reef sharks are often found in fairly high concentrations in the wild and go as far as to sleep in piles in the mangrove roots. So, the messaging we were taught was that the rays and sharks didn’t find soft contact with human hands inherently negative because they were used to casual social contact from conspecifics (in contrast to like, solitary pelagic sharks who only get touched by food, mates, or things trying to eat them). As far as messaging went, I liked that way of doing it, because it wasn’t anthropomorphic and it allowed us to do some education about the natural behaviors of our animals while we explained. 

Except for that part where, as a behaviorist who ended up spending a lot of time at that touch tank (it was the only one I could work for a period of time when I had an injury I couldn’t get wet) that really obviously wasn’t the whole story. I started noticing the same animals coming to the front repeatedly, and slowing down and rising up under certain hands (generally still, flat, calm, mid-way down the water) while they’d dive deeper under others (generally children’s hands, ones moving a lot, or those that were hovering just out of the water). I watched rays rostrum-bump hands that they’d slowed down under but that hadn’t reached down to pet them, and I watched other rays specifically circle back to a couple of hands multiple times - sometimes to the point of circling back as soon as they were out of reach. There was obviously something going on in terms of preferences and decision making with the fish and the hands they chose to interact with, but no amount of casual observation and anecdotes does a scientifically valid hypothesis make. 

Point is, I don’t think we know. I personally believe that in really well designed tanks like the one I worked, where they had a huge amount of non-touch area and depth and current and natural habitat to spend time in, that there was definitely some preference for interaction with hands that behaved a certain type of way. I can’t tell you why and I’ll probably never have the money/time to take over an entire touch tank and quantify that hypothesis, though. 

Okay but like, racism still exist in the Overwatch universe, not in the form of robo oppression but in the form of the back stories of some of the non-white characters.

From Lucios story and what vishkar did to the favelas, to a white blonde getting a promotion instead of the afrolatino man who deserved it as much if not more. Or a Maori man from NZ living in the Australian Outback being displaced from his home by the government… Intentional or not, OW has given us better narratives of racism more relatable to real life than the mess that is the whole “robo-racism”.

Like for starters calling the anti-omnic bigotry “racism” is such a trivialization of racism and can’t be compared. Torb, Zarya and the Junkers all have reasons to hate Omnics, the bots started a war and a genocide, it personally affected every antiomnic character, yeah some of them can be too extreme with their hate, but outside of some insults can you even blame them? Whom lose their family in war?.

Listen, in real life no mestizo, nor black nor Maori person have power over white people. Is a bad and stupid comparassion, those whom hate PoC think of us as inferior and the only thing we did to be treated poorly is *exist*, Omnics were more powerful than humans and started a war, repeating myself.

Can we please, for the love of everything, stop calling this mess of “”“ omnicphobia”“” racism or comparing to it, especially if you’re white.

Writing is Hard, part 7: The Shower

Summary: Dean doesn’t appreciate the story you write about your first time.

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Warning: Smut, awkward sex gone wrong (but it gets fixed!)

Word Count: 3000ish

A/N: This is all written with love for fan fic. I’m teasing, not putting it down in any way. Hope you enjoy! (Sorry, tag list is closed!) XOXO


It’s a little sweaty when you wake up. Dean’s on his stomach with his face turned away from you, snoring a tiny bit, his body sprawling over the king-sized bed and leaving you curled up in one tiny little corner.

He does look good, though. The sunlight can’t get through the curtains, but you left a lamp on, and the muscles of his back are all exposed in the dim light. You lean up to get a better view and appreciate him fully, and instantly groan. Your muscles hurt. Apparently, you’ve been curled up in knots all night, and you desperately need to stretch out.

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Can we just admit that mass effect 1 is a bad game and the only reason its even still played is for a feeling of a complete run? Or by first time players?

The thing about being hyper-empathetic, Nursey thinks, is that you expect everyone to care as much as you do. You expect everyone to be able to read your emotions or understand how things will make you feel, because you can do the same for them. You expect people’s decisions to be emotionally-driven, because yours always are.

Nursey can handle being overly empathetic when it means he can understand how others are feeling and help them. He can handle it when he gets to share in others’ joy and pride and happiness. He can even handle it when he cries at commercials.

He can’t handle it when it gets his heart broken.

Well, maybe ‘broken’ isn’t the right word. He doesn’t think he’s had his heart totally broken yet. It’s more like little tiny scratches and bruises that he acquires every day, every time someone forgets to include him in something, every time someone cancels last-minute on plans he was really looking forward to, every time he says something and is ignored. Every time he puts a piece of himself out there, hoping for someone to see that it’s him looking for a connection, and gets nothing in return. He should learn that not everyone is as emotionally driven as he is, that not everyone can empathize like he automatically does, but it’s been twenty years now and his heart is still tricking him into trying over and over and over again.

“Today in my lecture, my professor,” Nursey starts, but trails off as Holster and Ransom jump into a story. They’re across the table so there’s no way they heard him, but they’re always loud enough to encompass the whole table with their conversation. It’s not a big deal. They don’t even know they’re doing it. It’s just another little scratch.

He feels a kick against his shin and snaps his head up, meeting Dex’s eyes.

“What did your professor do in lecture?” he asks, eyebrows raised and eyes meeting Nursey’s like he’s genuinely interested.

“Yeah, Nursey, you can’t just give us the intro and leave us hanging,” Chowder murmurs, nudging him.

This is it, he thinks, the reason his heart always talks him into trying again. Because sometimes, with the right people, it’s worth it.

Romance, Representation And You

So the last post I reblogged got some interesting comments I want to touch on, namely people stating that they don’t dislike Romance because it’s fluffy and feel good, but because it is often sexist, misogynistic, ableist, heteronormative and woefully lacking in diversity, which yes, absolutely, yes. Those are entirely valid criticisms of the genre—indeed I find them to be valid of any genre, whether it’s sci-fi, fantasy, young adult or otherwise. There is a shocking lack of diversity in our fiction and media—and not because people don’t want it or aren’t trying to make it, but because publishing houses and media can’t see the co-relation between what their marketing teams are telling them, and the actual reality that of course straight white stories are selling the best, of course it is, because you won’t sell anything else, that’s why there’s no sales numbers for anything else.

I worked in a romance publishing house for a good few years, I also worked for their erotica team, and do you know, not once did I ever come across a manuscript with a disabled person? Not a single one. There was also never a manuscript that featured a character with mental illness who wasn’t the villain, or whose issues couldn’t be Fixed With Love™(*vomit*). 

The few times a story featured non white characters, it was usually “The Best Friend Who Gives Sassy Real Advice”, or so horrifically racist that our modus operandi was to nuke it from the office servers rather than try and deal with it because how do you politely tell an author, hey, you’re a fetishistic piece of shit please find God and change the entirety of your story so we can print it, (Answer: you don’t there is no polite way to tell someone they are a  fetishistic piece of shit and you never want their work to darken your inbox ever again.) when you can instead say “Sorry, not what we’re looking for a the moment” and retreat to the relative safety of the slushpile where maybe, just maybe, a hidden gem awaits excavation.

And our publishing house prided itself on diversity because we had an LGBT section, and oh boy let me tell you I was so excited when I got moved over onto that side…only to realize, there’s no w/w fiction because “it doesn’t sell well” and 90% of the m/m fiction is being written by women for women and they fired the one gay author cause his work wasn’t “what was selling” and every bisexual character I ever encountered was either Actually Gay/Actually Straight, or surprise! The Evil Greedy Homewrecker who needs to pick a side, booo hiiiiss, grab your pitchforks and burn the witch.

And I remember, I remember looking to my senior editor who was also my friend at the time, a poly bisexual, mentally ill woman and saying “what the fuck Rebecca” (yes, her name was actually Becky) and she looked at me over our skype call and said “You want to keep your job? Deal with it.”

Because you see, Marketing reigns supreme, and Marketing doesn’t give a shit about people like you and me. It doesn’t care if the neurodivergent person wants to see people like them in fiction, it doesn’t care that people of color want to be more than just the friend/villain, they don’t care that there is more to LGBTQIA+ than the L and specifically the G, it doesn’t care if disabled people want to be represented as more than someone ele’s story arc prop. They don’t care they, don’t care, and do you know why so many publishing houses look down on indie publishing and self published authors and try to call them hacks? Because we don’t give a fuck that they don’t care and we’re doing what we want anyway.

Oh sure you get the usual “but the work is so unpolished, no one has vetted it, it’s just bad, this is why we need publishers to stop the crap from rising to the top”—and yet Fifty Shades of Grey still gets a multi-billion dollar production budget and to the top of the best seller list—do you see, where I am going with this? They’re not interested in selling the best they are just interested in selling, and we are living in a society that has a system designed specifically to a quite literally straight and narrow demographic. So of course XYZ stories sell well, of course they do, because that is where the vast majority of marketing goes, to make sure you buy into it. And Romance…Romance is a lucrative industry to be in if you can get the weight of that campaign behind you…but if you can’t? Well, not only do you have to compete with lack of funding and resources, but also the pervasive lie that because you’re not affiliated directly with X Publishing House or Y Agency, you are not good enough, and no one will want to read your story.

And that’s a bunch of baloney. It’s so much baloney you can slap it between two slices of bread and cover it in mustard because the whole thing is a ham.

Do you know what I would have loved growing up? (And still would) Stories about girls who liked people regardless of gender—and who wasn’t conflicted over it because people are people and gender is fluid and irrelevant to love. Stories about people with mental health issues, where the person is still loved and shown as functional, with their mental health issues, not despite. Stories about disabled and ill people who have fulfilling lives whose arc doesn’t revolve around being brave for simply existing or how much of a saint their families/loved ones are for putting up with them. And do you know what I get instead, even now as an adult who has worked in the industry that sells these stories? I get things like Fifty Shades of Domestic Abuse, and train wrecks like You Before Me where the death of the disabled person is seen as a romantic gesture of selflessness that sets the love interest free to fully live her life. HOW FUCKING FUCKED UP IS THAT. Oh you can argue with me all you want that wasn’t  Moyes intent when she was writing it, but it damn well was the end result.

Yes, Romance is lacking, and yes it needs revamped, it needs more cultural diversity, it needs more inclusion, it needs so many things—but it also needs for people to not want to not write for it because it’s “fluffy” and cheap, like somehow they are selling their souls away. 

I’ve got friends who have written amazing, diverse stories told from their point of view…but they won’t ever get them published because as soon as you mention self publishing or the Romance industry they turn their noses up. And they’re shooting themselves in the foot in doing so, because there ain’t no way a story about XYZ is going to make it in a sci-fi house, no matter who much tech you add in. On the flipside of that, I’ve also got a friend who has written about her experiences as a Black queer disabled woman and it’s filled with relationships and great life stuff and so funny…but she can’t get it published anywhere because she’s been explicitly made to feel like she doesn’t belong in the genre because her stories are too complex, they’re too different they’re too comedic…too…too…too (the list goes on). And that’s awful because Romance is a genre that is primarily about people and if you as a Romance house are telling me you can’t sell a story about people, boy are we well and truly fucked.

The biggest criticism of the Romance genre shouldn’t be that it’s too damn happy and therefore unrealistic and nothing but fluff. What’s unrealistic is the complete lack of diversity and inclusion in the genre that makes it so alienating that a huge part of our society immediately feels like they don’t belong. 

And that’s a bigger problem than fluff.

So great, yes fine, Romance isn’t for you, you can tell me all the time that you don’t like Romance and I will cheerfully talk to you about literally anything else. But don’t ever tell me you don’t like Romance because it’s simple and fluffy when there’s a whole wealth of actual problematic shit to dislike it for.

And to you, yes you, I’m talking to you. You with the idea in the back of your head and the worry that you’ll never be a Serious Author because all you want to write about is romance and people and angst and fluff and also thinking no one wants to read stories about people like you: take that idea and run with with it, learn from your experiences and keep doing it some more and maybe one day we’ll have the publishing industry we deserve that will acknowledge you. But until then: Rebel and Do It Anyway.

anonymous asked:

i hope this doesn't sound weird but reading what you said about death, and thinking about it in a more subjective way has helped me start to come to terms with my dad's illness. i'm slowly become less resentful toward it and acknowledging it in a different light. so thank you

Hey, I’ve been thinking about your ask all day (and a couple of others like it - anon with leukemia, I think my reply got eaten by Tumblr) and I’m sorry I’m just getting to it now.

I’m sorry about your dad, man. I’m not very good at offering comfort, but I’m humbled to know that I’ve helped you deal with it, even just a little.

I don’t know if it’s any use to you, but when it comes to thinking about mortality and loved ones, I find it comforting to stop thinking about time as strictly linear. If you’ve read ‘Slaughterhouse 5’ or seen ‘Arrival’, you know what I mean by that. What we think of as “the present” is merely our consciousness experiencing recollection and anticipation in equal measure - we cannot experience a single moment in isolation, because our senses and cognition are always playing catch-up and guess-ahead. “Past” and “future” are just matters of perspective. Each moment is as real and as valid as any other moment - they don’t undo one another. A lifetime is like a book - birth at the beginning, death at the end. Sure, we can only read one page at a time, but those other pages are still real. There are many chapters of health and happiness that made it into the book, and isn’t that what really matters? Maybe a happy ending means getting to look back and see that whole book - letters, words, sentences, pages, chapters - and realize, “My god, that’s all real. That’s mine. My story is written across the cosmos, will always be written, has always been written… and it’s worth reading again.” Maybe if we could learn to think of our lives holistically, even if we aren’t currently aware of all the details, we’d be less afraid of the end. In some sense, you are always being born, and you are always dying - but you’re also always falling in love, eating chocolate, meeting your best friend, laughing so hard you pee a little, watching an excellent film for the first time, catching a butterfly, having a child, getting married - all the moments you’ve ever felt were good or important or right, are always part of the whole of Existence. It’s worth trying to fill your lifetime with excitement and love and good experiences.

A Lesson in Love (The Confrontation)

Summary: (College!AU) In which you’re assigned to write a story about romance, a subject you know nothing about, and Bucky, a hopeless romantic, offers you his assistance.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 3,036

A/N: The tag list for this story is officially CLOSED. Also, this one is for Matt, the most fabulous resident I know, and all the other amazing residents who might be reading this.

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@avengerstories - thank you for everything, always

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You sit in silence, nibbling on your bottom lip and tapping your foot against the carpeted floor. You’ve taken your fair share of difficult classes throughout the years, but nothing compares to the discomfort that comes with someone reading something that you’ve written. It’s as if all of your thoughts have been placed under a microscope, leaving every single imperfection out in the open for anyone to see. After taking this writing class, you have a newfound respect for all the authors who are willing to put their work out there.

“I must admit, I was a little apprehensive when you said that you were planning to scrap your initial idea and start afresh,” T’Challa says, carefully lowering your laptop onto the coffee table. He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees and propping his chin in his hand.

“And?”

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Morning After featuring Amelia in Wednesday’s Shirt

Not a fuck customer story but a cute one.

So this story is from my previous job at a thrift store. 

There was this old guy who came in and he didn’t speak a lick of English but he was still trying to ask for help finding an item. Asked pretty much every employee and, since none of them could understand him he just kept getting passed to the next person.

Well, finally he got to me and when he asked for the item again I realised that this whole drama could have been avoided if he had come in a day earlier because the one employee who spoke Polish was off that day. 

How did i know he spoke Polish? Because I know exactly one word in Polish, Czajniczek. And what was he asking everyone for? Czajniczek. A teapot. 

Anyway, he finally gets his teapot and I move on to the next customer. Two days later he comes back in and gives me a really cool present: a hand made apron with lace edged pockets. Polish speaking coworker translates the mutual appreciation between us. Never saw him again but he was the sweetest old man.

Say It Again - Jughead Jones

If requests are open, could you make a jughead x fem Reader where he never asked what her real name was (everyone just calls her by a nick name and has been doing so for years.) and when he finally figures it out and calls her by that name, the reader falls in love with the way it sounds when he says it. Sorry if it’s confusing, I just thought it’d be cute :)

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Y/N/N = Your Nick Name

Y/N = Your (real/full) Name

L/N = Your Last Name

I loved this idea so much! I hope you like the way I wrote it!


The first time it was brought up was at the diner. You sat next to Jughead, and the two of you were sitting across from Betty and Veronica. You all were sharing stories from your childhoods, including Jughead, when it finally got to you. 

“Y/N/N, did you ever have a nickname?” You smiled at Veronica, who had admitted a few of her own embarrassing nicknames.

 “Y/N/N,” you replied, sipping at your milkshake. 

“What,” Jughead asked and you laughed while turning to face him.

 “Y/N/N is my nickname,” you said, but he still looked confused, “I’ve gone by Y/N/N my whole life. Even my parents use it rather than my actual name.”

“No, I get that,” he said, meeting your eyes, “but what’s your real name?” Veronica raised an eyebrow and Betty let out a laugh. “You’ve been best friends with Y/N/N for how long, and yet you still don’t know her full name?” Jughead squinted his eyes at Veronica and you let out a small giggle. “Now I have to know,” he said, turning to face you, but you just stared at him. “You’re a smart, independent, young man,” you said, causing Jughead to smile at you, “you can figure it out.” Betty rolled her eyes, “stop flirting you two, we’re trying to be nostalgic.” You felt a blush creep up onto your cheeks and with a glance at Jughead, you saw he was blushing too.


The second time it was brought up was at your locker door. School had ended and you were grabbing your jacket and text book out of your locker. Out of the corner of your eye you could see Jughead walking towards you, looking annoyed.

 “What’s up Juggie,” you asked as he leaned against the lockers next to yours. 

“So I went to the library during my free period,” he said and you started to close your locker door.

 “Sounds adventurous,” you said, looking up and smiling at him. 

“Ha! Very funny,” he said, “I went there looking to check out some yearbooks. When I asked for them she said, and I quote, ‘they’ve all been checked out.’” 

You gave him a smug smile, “Hmm, how strange.” He nodded, “isn’t it?”

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