there are no words to explain my excitement

anonymous asked:

i'm a little bit irritated the twins haven't explained why they deleted the video yet, either. i think they kind of owe it to their viewers because it directly pertains to their job (which is youtube). it's one thing to not speak about their personal life, they're not obligated to, but when it's something like this that affects their content & their fanbase essentially? its not a big deal, no, but still they have viewers who are excited to see their videos & then suddenly it's gone its like hmm.

but exactly this!!!! you just put my confusing emotions into words because I got annoyed too, like their privacy is their privacy but when it comes to their job then we should know what’s up when a video of their get deleted so suddenly and so randomly x

I came up with a “humans as aliens” scenario on the bus and now I’m writing a story snippet.

Karikki was sitting in the ship’s mess when the most recent addition to the crew stumbled into the room and collapsed into a chair with a relieved groan, dropping her head onto the table.

“Rough shift?” ie said, making a sympathetic noise as ie broke off another piece of ir food pack.

Melanie Dupré, recently hired on as a ship’s mechanic and as of one month ago the only human crewmember of the Xanaki Star, mumbled something into the table before lifting her head so that her translator could actually be of use.

“I could swear the ventilation ducts actually hate me personally,” she said. “I’ve been running around all day.” A look of horror crossed her features then, and she groaned again, dragging her hand across her eyes. “And I left my food packs in my room. Goddamn it.”

Karikki churred soothingly. “Don’t worry about it, you can have one of ours,” ie said, getting to ir feet and digging one of the vacuum-sealed silver packs out of the pantry.

Melanie made a noise that Karikki had learned to interpret as grateful and peeled the pack open, looking down at it dubiously. “You’re sure this is okay?”

“We’re nutritionally compatible!” Karikki said. “The captain checked, before we hired you on. Just in case you ran out of your own supplies. It should be fine.”

“Okay. Thanks,” she said, breaking off a square of the compressed nutrition block and popping it into her mouth.

A look crossed her face then that it took Karikki a moment to identify: disgust, ie realized. That was disgust–which was made all the clearer when Melanie gagged and grabbed a napkin, spitting the square out into her hand. “Oh my god,” she said.

Karikki could feel ir antennae fluttering anxiously. “What’s wrong? Are you okay? Is that a bad texture for humans?”

Melanie wiped her mouth, scrubbing at her tongue with the side of her hand. She shook her head. “No, the texture’s fine, it’s just like one of our protein blocks. It’s the [——], I’m sorry, I don’t mean to offend you, but it’s awful! How can you eat that?”

Karikki flicked ir ear. “Sorry, say that again? I think your translator cut out in the middle. It’s the what?”

“The [——]. It [——] awful. I’m so sorry.”

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Hot Blooded (M)

Originally posted by eatjin

Summary: As the Crown Princess, you are never seen wearing the same dress twice. Many attribute this to your wealth or your status. If only they knew the reason for your constantly changing wardrobe, was the fact that your husband can never keep from literally ripping your clothes off.

Member: Jin

Word Count: 3.4k

Genre: Smut, Fluff

A/N: A continuation of sorts to Blue Blooded, as I was highly amused by Seokjin’s frustration with dresses as well as the revelation that the man has the strength to literally pick up Taehyung and toss him around (courtesy of an ISAC fancam).

Blue Blooded

As the Crown Princess, you are never seen wearing the same dress twice. Many attribute this to your wealth or your status, the styling of your attire always a topic on the lips of the ladies that attend parties at the palace, and sometimes even some men. If only they knew the reason for your constantly changing wardrobe, was the fact that your husband can never keep from literally ripping your clothes off.

“Jin!” You chastise him when you hear the ripping of fabric as a part of your bodice tears, letting your dress loosen enough so that he can slip the garment completely off your body.

“Sorry,” he mutters against the skin of your neck, starting to walk you backwards until the back of your knees hit the bed. You sigh, not really sure how sorry he actually is, considering this is the third time this week this has happened.

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Headcanon: Dragon Age Inquisition Romanced Characters during St. Valentine’s day

Cullen: he organizes a wonderful dinner in the gazebo in the garden, after asking Josephine to keep the place just for him and his Inquisitor. The Inquisitor thinks that’s the present, but he smiles, blushing and rubbing his neck, holding out a packet. It’s wrapped simply, with a little bunch of her favorite flowers carefully tied there. “I hope you like it, I wasn’t sure… I can buy you something different if you don’t like it!”. Inside an exquisite leather bag, there is compass “For when you’re far away, so you’ll always find your way back to me.” he explains, smiling while she kisses him.

Cassandra: she blushes furiously, handing out to the Inquisitor a little packet, clumsily wrapped in an adorably cheesy pink paper printed with hearts. “It’s just a little thing.” she mumbles, shifting on her feet “If you don’t like it, tell me. I wasn’t sure what you might prefer.”. It’s a book. A book of love poems. Her own copy. The inscription tells simply “To my beloved.”, but the Inquisitor knows she spent hours thinking about it, pouring all her affection in the words.

Dorian: he gives the Inquisitor his present during the breakfast, as if it isn’t such a matter. But he’s holding his breath, and when his amatus opens his mouth, surprised and delighted, Dorian is radiant. In an elegant jewelry box, there is a solid gold bracelet, composed of two snakes wrapped together “I enchanted it.” Dorian smiles, smug “It’ll keep you warm when you are in cold places and vice versa. And look inside!” he urged. Where he points there is a single word “Together”.

Blackwall: of course he has carved something. It’s a little chest, easily transportable during her travels. He has surely worked for weeks, the Inquisitor realizes, looking at the complicated arabesques carved all over it. “I thought you might like something useful.” he explains, with an embarassed laugh. Inside, the wooden trunk has different compartments, and a secret one that he shows excited. Carefully carved in the precious wood, it’s written “My heart lies in your hands.”.

The Iron Bull: he gives to the Inquisitor two gifts. The first one is for both of them and the Inqusitor smirks seeing the complicated underwear, all laces and buckles. “Well, this is just for you instead, kadan.”. It’s a little dragon, made by a shining ruby. As little as the sculture is, it’s extraordinary detailed, but the Inquisitor can’t recognise the race. Bull smiles “It’s not one of the ones we fought. This is you. Well, you as I think you’d be in that form.”.

Solas: the packet is perfectly wrapped, with a sober cream paper. He smirks, when the Inquisitior opens it, finding an agenda. It’s handcrafted, with the Inquisitor’s favourite flowers dried and pressed on the cover. Inside, he has left some pages for her to full as she prefers, but the others are drawn. Flowers, scene from ancient places, and suddenly her portrait. She’s beautiful, radiant, and he caresses slowly her face “It’s how I see you, venhan.”.

Sera: she is super nervous, almost throwing her present to the Inquisitor. It’s a series of little notes, carefully tied with strings in the Inquisitor’s favorite color, placed inside a basket full of fresh flowers. “Look, I don’t say smoochy things. So I wrote them.” she mutters, blushing. Every note has a compliment or a witty consideration about the Inquisitor. Sera kisses her “I wrote everything I like about you.”.

Josephine: she has a little present, of course, a marvellous embroided new coat for them when they travel, but her true gift is a day to spend together. They have a lovely pic nic full of smiles, kisses and delicious dishes she serves personally. Josephine has made sure to have cooked all the Inquisitor’s favorite foods, as a bottle of the finest Antivan wine is ready to be shared.    “I thought the most precious present is giving you a break from our busy life.” she blushes, kissing their cheek.

Mercury + Communication
  • Aries: Give it to me straight. Get to the point. Say it like you mean it. No nitty gritty bullshit, give me the meat of what you are saying.
  • Taurus: Ease me into what you’re trying to say. Keep the communication on a practical level. No abstract ideas, ground your words into the earth and I’ll understand.
  • Gemini: However you want to explain this to me is good. I am very interested in your words. I can receive this any way you want to explain it.
  • Cancer: Communicate it to me in a way that you know I can receive. Your words strike emotional chords in my body. Be gentle as I digest it.
  • Leo: Can you explain this to me in song? Or pictures? Or dance? No? Okay well just make me feel like what you are saying holds relevance to my life and I am open ears. Also.. MAke it exciTING !!
  • Virgo: Please lay out the details for me. You speak a word and I find a million questions for clarity. I want to hear and understand everything about what you are communicating to me. Don't be vague.
  • Libra: If you really want me to hear you.. Don't be to brash, or dramatic, or all over the place. Please be concise and balanced with your communication. I appreciate what you have to say, just keep it level headed.
  • Scorpio: I want to know the truth. Give me the fucking truth. I want to know the depth. What is behind your words? What is your motive with these words? Don't you dare lie to me. I will always find out your truth.
  • Sagittarius: Give me the big picture, the philosophical concept, the dream. Ignite me with your words. Expand my mind with your communication.. I am so open.. Just don't bore me. I need a sense of purpose to listen.
  • Capricorn: If you want me to take you seriously, know your shit. Communicate factually in a mature manner. If you want me to hear you without judgement, your words must impress me. I don't have time for the wishy washy wandery words. Get to the point.
  • Aquarius: Please communicate this to me in the most abstract conceptual way you are able. If you want me to receive your communication I need to be met with intellect that causes me to really think over your words.
  • Pisces: Explain it to me in a story. I can't understand all of your crazy ass details. I need you to paint me a picture with your words.

First, I am aware this is a pretty small problem in the grand problem of ableism.

That being said. I AM NOT A CHILD because I get excited and flap my hands or otherwise stim. I AN NOT A CHILD because I have meltdowns at seemingly inconsequential things. I AM NOT A CHILD if I don’t get your jokes or just have no use for your brand of offensive or dirty humor. I AM NOT A CHILD if I have little interest in sex. AND I AM NOT A CHILD if I don’t understand references or need movies explained.

Yes, I know you used the word “innocent” instead of calling me a literal child. But we all know what that means. And whether you like it or not, I’m an adult

shikikira  asked:

Yay ask box open again! Can I request a scenario or headcanon of RFA +V+Saeran with a MC that knew them before and they had broken her heart. MC remembers them, but the boys+Jaehee, however, have completely forgotten them. Thank you!

Owch…That would break my heart. These aren’t the best, because I had a trouble with a few of them, but I hope you guys enjoy them! Saeran’s might be weird because it’s usually a scenario I personally like and I couldn’t think of anything else, so sorry if it doesn’t meet your fancy (and sorry I’m gross)


Yoosung

- Every time he talked about how he didn’t have a girlfriend It hurt. 

- It was bad enough he even talked about how he had gotten asked out before, and he turned the girls down, but the fact that he couldn’t even put two and two together with you being one of those girls hurt the worse.

- Were you really that forgettable? Were you bland? Void of any remarkable personality?

- You remembered it well. Him handing you your love letter back, a nervous glance to the side as he explained how he couldn’t date you. Something about school, about him being too focused.

- For the longest time, you thought ‘Rika’ was some girl he had a crush on. He’d mention her a lot at school, and you let your heart crack every time you over-heard.

- Because, from how he gushed, she was the best damn thing.

- Imagine how surprised you were to hear it was his cousin of all people, once you enter the RFA chat.

- Granted…It didn’t make up for how your heart ached, but…

- You were dropping hints constantly about it to Yoosung,trying to get him to remember you, and when that failed you thought maybe this could be your chance to win him over

- But that all fell apart when Seven teased about him knowing you already

- And how he couldn’t.  Remember. You.

- Were you this pretty blonde in his class?

- Oh…No? Some girl he saw at the store a lot?

- Wait, maybe that club leader??

- Nope nope nope. Each answer got made you feel so unremarkable. You ended up closing out of the chat for the day, avoiding any messages or calls

- The next day you hesitantly opened the app again, feeling a wave of exhaustion hit you when Yoosung immediately started calling you.

- At first he tried to apologize, but half-way through his apology his excitement came rushing back and he tried placing you again and again.

- “Yoosung-“

- “Wait, were you actually in my grade or-“

- “Yes,” You sighed, worrying your lip a bit before replying. “Yoosung, you rejected me.”

- “…What?”

- You leaned back against the couch, covering your eyes with your forearm as you struggled to relax and explain. Explained what you looked like, what grade, when it was, even the day.

- And he felt horrible. He could vaguely remember it. 

- Fumbling with his words, he tried to come up with a solution. 

- “I was very focused on work and…No one else back then. I’m still not in the best place, but if you wanted to start over…And give me a chance to properly apologize…I would like that.”

- It wasn’t the best, but… It was a start.

Jumin

- Of course you didn’t really work right beside him like Jaehee did, but as someone constantly running into him in the elevator, or seeing him at meetings you were forced to take apart of, or god forbid his random visits into departments and running into yours

- Over the course of a year, you developed a crush on him. You didn’t think it was too bad, since the two of you spoke sparsely and only in terms of work, and realistically the two of you would never, ever, come close to any type of friendship, let alone relationship

- So what was the harm in daydreaming about the handsome Mr. Han?

- But apparently, you weren’t so smooth about hiding it like you used to be. One boring meeting and you found yourself too focused on him, zoning out until he called you out on it.

- In front of everyone at the meeting. You came up with a flimsy excuse, something about a lack of sleep, and he made a remark on how little you must have cared about your job if you were so uninterested in it

- Owch. There were a few snickers as the meeting continued, and once it started wrapping up you were ready to dart out before you heard him call your name.

- As the others left, you felt like a young student ready to receive detention. He eyed you for a moment. “If working in your department is so uninteresting, perhaps it would be better for you to switch to another one, before you get fired.”

- You sputtered, trying to come up with a reason to your behavior, trying to explain that you loved your job- Just something. Before you could speak, he took note of your blushing face and let out a hum.

- “Or are you another woman that has a crush on me? It’s rather tiresome dealing with my employees just working because of their feelings for me, rather than to work. I suggest you come to terms with the fact that it will never work out, and to focus more on your job like the others.”

- You wanted to cry right on the spot. Thankfully, by some saving grace, you didn’t. You managed to fumble out a goodbye and leave the room, but as you got closer and closer to your workspace you realized just how quickly the gossip of what happened would have spread around. This may be a big company, full of constantly busy employees, but…They always had time for gossip.

- So after leaving early, feigning some sickness, you just didn’t come to work the next day. Or the next after that…Or after that. You just left without a word.

- A few months later, joining the RFA nearly gave you a heart attack as you saw both Jumin and his secretary in there. You were so scared. Granted he was just being blunt, but you wanted to avoid anything dealing with C&R.

- But when Seven revealed that you had worked with him not too long ago, he had no memory of you whatsoever.

-…Were you really that insignificant? He didn’t even remember a girl that supposedly had a crush on him just a few months ago?

- Jaehee didn’t even know you. Apparently a lot of employees just upped and left. Thankfully, when being questioned, Zen just popped in saying that everyone hated working for him and basically talked for you.

- Of course you refused going to his home later on. You opted to try cheering him up through the phone, ignoring the comments about how nice your voice was, and so the first time the two of you saw each other at the party…No light of recognition hit him. 

- Dejected, you tried leaving and mingling with guests like you were supposed to, but sooner or later one of the other RFA members pointed you out and he was quick to pull you to the side, trying to wrangle details of your leave out of you.

- After a solid ten minutes of him obviously not letting up any time soon, you finally explained what had happened. Recounting the event hurt, and seeing his surprised face didn’t help at all. You really were forgettable.

- “Perhaps…I should start being nicer to women, like Assistant Kang suggested, starting with you.” He admitted. Taking your hand, he continued. “I’m very busy, so if it’s not a person I don’t directly work with, I often don’t remember every face or name. I never had a reason to before. But, if you’d let me, I’d like to make up for my careless behavior from before.”

- It was going to take some time to get over that embarrassment, but you were slightly glad that your quiet fantasy was becoming a reality.

Zen

- You worked with him for a while. Granted, not on stage, but part of the crew getting the actors ready.

- Being one of the make-up artists, you worked on several of the cast, including the star of almost all of the shows, even if he was still oblivious to it. He was still pretty new, only a year older than you, but was quickly making his way up.

- He always chatted you up while he could. Nerves? Just talkative? You didn’t know, but you welcomed the small laughs he gave you, and allowed yourself to swoon a bit when he complimented your skills with the make-up.

- And after working with him for a few months, getting to know him a bit better, that’s when you popped the idea of maybe going to a local bar and hanging out, maybe switching numbers…

- Just to get awkwardly rejected. He mentioned something about not knowing you well, and how he had no time for any relationship. Not now, when he hardly had time to practice his lines.

- It hurt, but seeing him slowly start to flirt with fans as he became more popular… That hurt worse.

- Flash forward to you joining the RFA a few years later, and that old wound opening up rather harshly when he had no idea who you were.

- At first the flirting was nice, but the more you knew he had completely forgotten you, the more uncomfortable you became with it. Even getting to the point of trying to avoid him in chats

- It just didn’t feel right. Here he was, treating you so kindly when he was so cold to you before. Didn’t he still have his career to worry about? Jaehee wasn’t hesitant on bringing that up.

- Finally, when the two of you met, and he reached for a hug, you pulled back and saw concern flash across his face.

- “Do…Do you really not remember me?”

- Hearing him admit it, and seeing how confused he was, hurt so much more. You rushed your feelings out- How he had forgotten you, your confession, how awkward it was but you couldn’t just leave because they needed you

- And he felt so fucking guilty. He tried explaining himself, but all he could really offer was that he was indeed just focusing on his career at the time. He didn’t have any chances to skimp out on practice, or risk any lost sleep in between rehearsals and his shitty job at the time.

- But now that he was better off, able to live without extra jobs, he had a bit more time…

- You still felt uncomfortable, but you agreed to humor him a bit. Only with the promise of the two of you sitting down to really get to know each other before any dates. 

- Maybe then it wouldn’t hurt as much.

Jaehee

- You worked in a nearby department. Granted, the two of you couldn’t interact much at first, but later on, as you couldn’t get over how cute she was, you slowly tried talking more and more.

- In the employee lounge? Brief moments when the two of you shared an elevator? When she swung by your department for some papers? You were trying to make some sort of small talk every time you saw her.

- And, eventually, after a few months of this happening, you had come to the realization that you didn’t just think she was cute- She was sweet, admirable, beautiful, and you couldn’t stop thinking about her. A small little fluttering in your chest turned into a full blown crush

- And you were helpless to it.

- Finally, one day when the two of you were alone walking down a hallway, you asked her out on a coffee date, actually using the word ‘date’.

- And she nearly dropped her papers.

- After helping her pick them up, she sputtered something about how she didn’t feel that way, or was attracted to women at all. A few panicked glances, and she excused herself and took off

- And you felt horrible.

- So when you entered the RFA chat and saw who it was, (and groaned about Jumin being there as well) you anxiously tried to come up with explanations for the past, even if it was bullshit, but…She had no idea who you were.

- Your name, the fact that you worked at the same company…She was clueless, and in fact was even more suspicious of you for a while. You brushed it off- Maybe she was bad with names? Maybe she just needed to see you? Or hear your voice?

- Nope. Nothing.

- It was hard not getting emotional at the RFA party- That brief moment of recognition was just for the RFA you, not the you that had been rejected a few months back

- So after excusing yourself to the back to calm your nerves, and dealing with the party itself, you approached her during the clean up. She was still a bit rattled from basically quitting her job, so you felt bad, but you needed to know.

- Would she still want to be friends?

- On the balcony you rushed the words out- How the two of you really knew each other, how you had asked her out- Everything.

- She had that panicked look on her face again, and after a few moments of agonizing silence, she finally spoke up

- “I…I never had a woman ask me out before, so I over-reacted. Actually, it had been quite some time since anyone had asked me out…”

- She paused, looking at the view the balcony provided.

- “I’m more aware of my feelings now…And if you don’t mind, I would like to take you up on that coffee date now. Well, once the shop gets finished being refurbished, haha.”

- You probably shouldn’t have basically jumped her for a hug, but you were so happy when she laughed and returned it. 

Seven

- To be fair, the two of you had never really connected. The two of you barely knew each other, but his jokes and silly nature won you over quickly as he became a regular where you worked

- I mean…He had to buy all that Phd Pepper somewhere, right?

- You weren’t the best cashier by a long shot. You worked hard, worked harder than you were paid to do, anyway, and this was a temp job until you found a better one soon

- Usually you had a few nice customers, but he was one of the…quirky…ones. Your coworkers thought he was funny, a little weird, but he was nice to you so you didn’t care much.

- As the job got more and more shitty, with bad management and such, his regular visits every week or so always brightened your mood up

- But one week he didn’t visit…Or the week after that…Or the month after that. He just stopped coming, and with that being one of the few perks about coming into your shitty job it bummed you out a lot.

- Cut forward to you quitting that job a while back, and then joining in the RFA. You were weirded out at first, since you never found out his name, but his jokes calmed you down pretty fast.

- But when he posted a picture? You were so excited! You gushed about how you worked at so and so and used to see him all the time

- The others joined in laughing at how he only bought drinks most of the time, or other junk food, but he was confused. Even with the background check and seeing everything about you online, he didn’t know who you were.

- That hurt the worse.

- Not to mention the emotional roller coaster he took you on the next few weeks.

- Once things had calmed down, you tried prying a bit again. Did he really not remember you? Were you that plain? He was quick to jump up, grab your hands and say you weren’t plain or boring, but…Then how did he forget you?

- He made some excuse about how he tried not to get too attached to people. He probably thought you were cute back when he first saw you, since the second time he undoubtedly thought so, just…He couldn’t risk it, so he never let himself become too attached. It’s what he always did.

- It helped a bit, just a bit, knowing that in the end he still loved you, but it was better than nothing

V

- At first, you didn’t know if your feelings were from admiration for his art, or for how he carried himself. He seemed so humble, so beautiful, and you were just as smitten with him as you were his work

- Quietly, you were a fan, but you tried your best not to gush or panic when his eyes met yours at his private little shows. You were lucky enough just to get in- You never wanted to risk being unable to see them ever again

- It was about his fifth show that you tried flirting with him. Not grossly, nothing over-the-top, just the quiet “I’d love to chat with you more!” type of flirting.

- And it went horribly. He blushed a bit, taken aback by the implications of a date, before quietly explaining he had his eye on someone else, and had promised her a date of his own.

- Joining the RFA, knowing you had to live up to her name, the woman that beat you to him, made your recovering wound ache deeper

- Not to mention he didn’t even know who you were. Just how many people asked him out? If he was actually famous…Odds are many did.

- You bottled it up, powered through it. He wasn’t on much anyway, but hearing about him from Jumin always brought up the old pains.

- What hurt the worse was never getting to explain, to have a chance at that coffee date you proposed. 

- After being in the chat for a while, trying to help everyone… Watching his supposedly dead fiance at his funeral… How were you supposed to handle this?

- You cried, hard. Probably harder than anyone should after seemingly knowing him for just two weeks, but it hurt so much. Just when you had hope of recovering that old wound, just when you thought you could at least support him again, your chances were shoved away as soon as that bullet hit his chest.

- You weren’t going to be able to have him remember you, but hopefully you could at least do his memory some justice.

Saeran

- One. Night. Stands.

- Granted, the main points of those were to be quickly over and done with, leaving and just not giving general care towards the other person

- But instead of a one time thing, it slipped into a few times. Still sparsely, and you weren’t expecting the message and (bad) selfie to prove it him a week later, after your first meet up from the bar you loved.

- Then, about every other week, the two of you met for quickies. Of course the first time he just up and left. The second time too, but the third time he ended up staying a good hour afterwards, both of you exhausted and making light conversation. Somewhat. He wasn’t much of a talker.

- But soon after that, sometimes he would hang around enough to recharge, go again, and chat sparingly before leaving.

- It was probably from the rush of good sex, but you slowly started a crush on him and his rough attitude. It didn’t help that he was actually a little attractive, either.

- So about a couple of month later, when he dropped full contact and his number leading to a dead end, it kind of hurt. A lot.

- You were a bit proud that you didn’t cry more than a couple of times about it, but he was the first crush you had in a very long time, so admittedly you got a bit too attached.

- And so, after all of the RFA mess happened, and you finally got to see who the hacker was, well… Due to circumstances, you didn’t mention it until a few months after.

- And he didn’t remember you at all.

- Not even something gross, like if you were a good fuck or not. He just had no memory of you at all.

- Sure, it was most likely the drugs in his system and the stress he had been going through. That didn’t mean it didn’t hurt you, though.

- At first, you left it at that, made some excuse on how it didn’t matter since the two of you knew each other now, but a few hours later he brought it back up again, asking in a low voice exactly how you two knew each other.

- And, since it was just the two of you in Seven’s bunker, the other twin running out to buy a few groceries, you hesitantly explained.

- And the look on his face made you regret ever bringing it up in the first place. He looked angry? Pained? Pissed off?? He didn’t respond at first, just letting out a few frustrated sighs as he tapped his foot rapidly, grasping at some sort of explanation.

- “When I did stuff like that… I made a point not to remember who I slept with.” He paused, then kept on. “It doesn’t mean you’re forgettable. I made it a point not to get attached and just get what I wanted. If I contacted you again after the first time…It probably just meant I didn’t want to look for anyone else if you were still willing. Or something, fuck.”

- Your chest hurt, and that’s when you realized you had been holding your breath. Obviously, if what you said didn’t have him remember you fully…There were others he treated like that.

- He noticed your tender expression, how you were biting your lip in thought, and he finally faced you, almost even reaching out before pulling his hand back. 

- “I wasn’t in the best place back then. I was fucked up, honestly. But… I’m working on my issues right now. And I’m sorry if I hurt you. I remember you for how you’ve helped me, for how patient you are while helping me and Saeyoung. I’m sorry for not remembering you for sex, but…” He trailed off, his shoulders dropping as he failed to come up with the right words

- “Well… I think I’d rather be remembered for helping you, rather than that. “ You admitted, and he let out a tense sigh. 

- “I know it probably hurt you, but…If we could start over, I would appreciate it.”

- Starting over didn’t seem too bad… Hopefully with time, these tangled emotions would slowly fade, and you could get to know him for who he really was.

The Pickett Ring (Newt Scamander X Reader)

Requested: Yes

Anon: Omgosh can you write an imagine where newt proposes to the reader??

Word Count: 1 263

A/N: I wrote this at two in the morning cause I couldn’t sleep :P Enjoy!

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“Newt, we’ve been here for an hour, just choose a ring.” Jacob mumbles, totally bummed out. But he had reason to be this unenthusiastic, Newt had dragged him all the way to the centre of New York to find the best jewelry store in town, at five in the morning. They could’ve just went to the closest one but Newt was afraid of the chandelier after the last incident…

Jacob yawned and leaned against one of the glass displays being careful not to accidentally smash anything. He looked to Newt who’s eyes flash, shaking his head furiously, making his soft curls bounce like crazy.

“No, this is (Y/N) we’re talking about, she doesn’t deserve just any ring. She deserves the perfect ring, and I’m going to find it.” his eye suddenly widen as he sees a gleam out of the corner of his eye and he quickly runs to it, gasping when he sees what produced the beautiful glow.

“This is the one! It’s perfect!” Newt cries happily, clapping his hands together like an excited child on their birthday.

Jacob strolls over and takes a peek over Newt’s shoulder, straining as he tried to look over the tall man’s figure.

“Gee, it is perfect! It’s gorgeous, yet simple. I bet she’ll love it!”

“But she has to accept it for it to mean anything…” Newt trails off, trying to picture the look on your face when he goes down on one knee…

“Hey man, stop it. She loves you, why would she decline?” Jacob lightly punches his shoulder and Newt topples a bit closer towards the perfect ring they had been eyeing. “If it makes you feel any better, I would totally marry you if I were her - but don’t tell Queenie I said that.”

“I’m afraid I can’t make any promises.” Newt says, chuckling.

Jacob laughs too, before saying, “Well, what are you waiting for? Go get it!”

Newt nods happily and calls a clerk over, pointing to the ring.

“I’d like this one please.”

The clerk names an outrageous price and Newt feels himself getting weak in the knees.

“That is preposterous!” he exclaims, nervous sweat starting to trickle down his forehead.

“That’s the price mister, you take it or leave it.” the clerk replied, walking away and leaving Newt standing there in shock.

“Jacob, what am I going to do? I will never be able to afford this, never in a life time!”

“Hey, it’s alright, we can find a solution.” Jacob murmurs, gently trying to comfort the now shaking man.

“But it was perfect…”

“I know man, but there has to be another way, we’ll make something work. I promise.”

*****

Thump.

Jacob jumps, turning around to find the source of the noise, only to find Newt with his head on his desk, muttering in emotional and physical pain.

“Come on man, lighten up. We’ll find a cheaper ring that’s even better than the one you originally found.” Jacob says, desperately trying to lift the spirits of a usually optimistic Newt.

Newt raises his head, his face covered with a mask of despair. He shakes his head sadly, his green eyes sparkling sadly before his head went crashing back on to the desk.

“You don’t understand, I can’t afford even the cheapest ring and besides, you can’t find one just as nice as the first one for such a low price.” his voice is muffled and depressing. Pickett, who was in Newt’s front pocket for the entire time, crawls out and moves with Bowtruckle grace across his arms to his hand, gently giving one of his fingers a hug. Newt wasn’t sure if this was a sign of affection and pity or him just having attachment issues again. Maybe both.

“Oh,” Jacob mumbles, his spirits also lowering. “Couldn’t you just magic a ring? Transform something into one!”

“How meaningful.” Newt says dully. “"Hey (Y/N), you know that ring that’s on your finger? Well I didn’t tell you this, but it’s actually a cup, sorry.”“

“Okay, point proven. But you can’t just postpone the proposal! Knowing (Y/N), I know she will agree to marry you without a ring, she loves you no matter what Newt.”

“Exactly, what have I ever done to deserve her? She perfect and I need a ring that has meaning, something perfect…” Newt trails off as he raises his head, only to see Pickett entwining himself with Newt’s finger, looking majestic as he did so.

Newt blinked and smiled suddenly, an idea starting to form.

*****

“Newt? Jacob said you needed me?” you called, skipping down into the case, landing gracefully into his shed. You smile, remembering the first time you were in there. Let’s just say that you didn’t land as gracefully as you had now.

He wasn’t in the shack so you decide to walk out to the beautiful world that was filled with creatures.
Sure enough, you see Newt, standing in the mist of it all, anxiously fidgeting with his bow tie. Your face bursts into a smile and you run towards him, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

“(Y/N),” he breaths, holding your hands. You look at him quizzically, tilting your head slightly to the side.

“I love you, I have loved you ever since I laid my eyes on you. You keep me sane when work piles up, you make me happy, you make me laugh. You radiate confidence, so much that you’ve transferred some of that to me. But most of all, you make my heart flutter like a Billywig whenever I’m near you. You’re perfect and I want this relationship to be something more…” he takes a deep breath and kneels on one knee, pulling out a rather large, velvet box. Your eyes widen.

“(Y/N), love. Will you marry me?”

“Yes!” you say happily without hesitation, before he even got to open the box.

You pull him to his feet and hug him tightly, then kiss him on the lips, your lips fitting together like two pieces of a puzzle.

“Thank Merlin, I was afraid you were going to say no.” Newt says, smiling and pulling you even closer.

“Now why would I do that? You’re the most amazing person I’ve ever met and I love you.”

He smiles and lifts up the box that was now shaking.

“You were so excited that I didn’t even have time to present you this,” he says, smiling nervously. He opens the box and inside was Pickett. He crawled on to your hand and intertwined himself with your fingers and Newt’s, bringing them close together.

You start to say something but he cuts you off before you even get a word out.

“Please let me explain. (Y/N), I have attachment issues, to you. You are the key, the only key, to unlocking my heart and I love you as much, no, more than all of the creatures in the world and this is why I present to you a Bowtruckle. You are worth more than just a precious metal for you, are priceless just like the lives of these creatures and I would never trade you to some goblin or anything for the world.”

He closes his eyes, expecting a back lash but when he hesitantly opened them, all he saw was a beaming smile.

“Newt, I was about to say thank you earlier. This means so much more than a tiny ring. It’s the perfect ring.” you smile, gently moving your fingers against his.

“Don’t you mean it’s the Pickett ring?” he says with a smile.

We’ll Do This Together. ::Dean Ambrose::

Pairing: Reader x Dean Ambrose

Word Count: 3,109

Warnings: Some swearing. Angst

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Originally posted by vaniwin

To say that I was stunned would be an understatement. And I didn’t even know why I was so stunned. It wasn’t as though the signs hadn’t been there. The tender breasts, the nausea, the missed periods, it all pointed to one thing. So I didn’t know why the those two little lines on the pregnancy test came as such a surprise. Still, I was shaking slightly as I wrapped the stick up in some toilet roll, before tying it up in a plastic bag and hiding it under a pile of rubbish in the waste-bin. I really did not need Dean finding it before I had the chance to talk to him about it. I was already unsure how he was going to react.

Children was something that we hadn’t even really discussed before. Mainly because I got the impression that he wasn’t too keen. On having them that is, because he was absolutely fantastic with his kiddie fans. I knew that he had issues with his own family that had greatly affected him. Considering we had never talked about it I couldn’t be sure, but I got the impression that he thought he would make a poor father.

I was beginning to wish that we had broached the subject of children before now though, at least that way I would have more of an idea what might happen next. I almost felt as though I was stumbling through the dark. The unknown had always made me nervous.

Washing my hands for a moment, I ignored the thought of Dean for the moment, trying to focus on how I felt about everything. I had always wanted kids, but it had always been more of an abstract concept to me, something that would happen in the future. Except it seemed that future was instead now. It didn’t take me long to come to a decision. I wanted this child. I may have only known of their existence for all of ten minutes, but a sense of protectiveness already filled me. The only question now was how Dean would react. What Dean would want.

I knew my boyfriend well enough to know that this wasn’t going to be easy. That he would probably automatically react first and then think later. I didn’t think Dean would abandon me, for all his laid-back attitude, he was incredibly loyal. He had been abandoned too many times, to do it to someone else. But that was almost worse in some respects. I would rather that he be completely gone, then hang around out of some warped sense of duty. I shook myself from my thoughts, I was letting my worries cloud me. I hadn’t even told Dean yet. I needed to do that first and then work things out from there.

I kept myself busy as I waited for Dean to arrive back from the gym, working on the pile of laundry that had been taunting me for the last couple of days. The nausea was doing a number on my stomach, though I couldn’t tell if that was the pregnancy, my worries or my nervous excitement. I could hear the sound of the front door opening and wiped my hands on my thighs, before walking towards the kitchen to meet my boyfriend.

He was bent over with his head in the fridge, his sweatpants slung low on his hips, his black t-shirt riding up slightly and exposing the hollow of his back. Unable to resist, I teasingly traced my fingers over his lower back, causing Dean to shiver and swear loudly. As much as he denied being ticklish, the evidence pretty much proved otherwise. I laughed at his reaction, Dean turning around and wrapping his arms tight around my waist. In his hand he held the ice cold bottle of water he just gotten out of the fridge and before I could react, he had lifted up the hem of my t-shirt and pressed it against my skin in revenge. I squirmed in his arms, laughing to myself, my worries temporarily forgotten as I fought to get away from the ice cold sensation. Dean was too strong for me though, his hair hanging in the way of those mischievous blue eyes as he chuckled lowly at my struggling.

“Say it” he taunted with a grin, pressing the cold bottle even deeper into my skin.

“Fine! You win! Now let go!” I replied quickly, realising that this was one battle that I wouldn’t win. He pressed a kiss to my cheek as he pulled away, finally unscrewing the lid off his water bottle so that he could take a sip.

“You are too easy” Dean commented, looking completely bemused by me as I rubbed my back, trying to rub the heat back into my skin.  I shook my head at his comment, still smiling to myself. It was these little moments with him that I loved best. I didn’t need big gestures to keep me happy, it was these small, sweet moments that made me feel the most loved.

“How was the gym?” I asked, leaning back against the counter. I knew that I needed to tell him, would rather do it sooner than later, but I was hoping to ease into. I wasn’t too sure it was the kind of news that you could ease into though.

“Pretty much the same as usual. Not as busy though. I prefer it that way” he replied nonchalantly, taking another sip of water. “What did you do while I was gone?”.

“I did the laundry finally” I answered. I paused, my gaze focusing on something outside the window. “And I took a pregnancy test. It was positive” I added, finally turning my eyes back on him, waiting for his reaction.

For a moment there was absolutely nothing, the silence stretching out between us like some kind of eternal distance. His face betrayed no emotion as he slowly screwed the lid back onto his water, placing the bottle silently down on the side.

“Shit” he muttered quietly, pushing the hair back from his face as he ran his hand over the top of his head. I winced at that simple word but wasn’t about to run away from this conversation.

“I know this isn’t something we’ve really talked about and that this is really sudden. But I’ve already made my decision. I want to keep this baby. I want to do this with you, but I’ll do it on my own if I have to” I told him. I knew that I was being blunt, but I also knew that Dean would appreciate that more right now, than skirting around the subject.

“Do you really think I would abandon you?” he asked, looking genuinely hurt by the suggestion. I inwardly scolded myself for not phrasing my words better and took a step towards him, laying my hand on his forearm.

“It’s not that. It’s really not. I trust you beyond anything. I just want you to know that you have options. I know you might not want this” I tried to explained, not liking the way that he was looking at me. I could see the conflict clearly in his eyes. I had expected perhaps anger or excitement. I hadn’t expected this sadness though.

“Of course I want this. But just because I want a child, doesn’t mean that I should have one. Jesus Y/N… I’m….” he trailed off, looking so tired all of a sudden, as if one blow would be all it took to make him crumble.

“Shit, Y/N. I’m a mess. I’m not cut out to be a father. All the fucked up things I do on a regularly basis. What kind of role-model would I be?” he told me. I could hear the urgency in his voice as he tried to explain his feelings to me. I could feel my heart sink, devastated to hear him speak so meanly about himself, to think so low about himself.

“You would be a good role-model” I replied adamantly. “And you would be a good father. You have an incredible heart and all you need to do is love this child. The rest we can work out together. You’re not alone in this, you have me by your side”.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. But I can’t do this. I…. I’m gonna take a walk. I’ll be back I promise. I just need… Fuck, I just need some time to think. I’m sorry Y/N, you deserve better than this, but…” Dean trailed off again, shaking his head at himself.

“I’ll be back” he reiterated, pausing on his way to the door, taking a quick moment to look back at me. I don’t know what he saw, but I don’t think he liked it, could see him wince, whether that was at his own actions or the fallen look on my face, I couldn’t tell. He picked up that familiar leather jacket of his before walking out of the door.

I was frozen to the spot, feeling almost numb despite all that had just occurred. I had always known that this conversation wasn’t going to be easy, had half expected for Dean to run, but now that it had actually happened I was having a hard time of believing it.

The house suddenly felt vastly huge to me, it felt empty and I couldn’t understand it. I knew that he was coming back. He had promised after all and I knew Dean well enough to know that when he gave his word, he kept it no matter what.

I turned to shut the refrigerator door, Dean forgetting to do so as usual. I felt incredibly drained even though it couldn’t have been later than 8 in the evening. Choosing to blame it on the pregnancy and not the highly emotional conversation that I had just had, I made my way up to the bedroom, pulling on an old t-shirt of Dean’s in lieu of pyjamas. The scent of his cologne still clung strongly to the material and despite the current distance between us, the smell comforted me.

Practically hiding under the covers, the bed sheets pulled up to my chin, (Dean always teased me about my need to always be wrapped up in the covers) I waited for him to come back. I knew I could be in for a long wait. He wouldn’t come back until he had sorted everything out in his head and I had no idea how long that would take him. The numbers of the digital clock on the bedside table next to me, seemed to glaring at me as the minutes ticked by and eventually began to blur as sleep overtook me.

When I next opened my eyes, there was a familiar heat laid beside me, the sound of Dean breathing deeply in his sleep filling the air. He was turned towards me, his hair cascading into his eyes. Usually while he was asleep, it was the most peaceful that I got to see him, but this morning there seemed to be a tension to his face.

Carefully turning over in bed, I turned off my alarm before it could go off and wake him. I desperately wanted to talk to him, but I knew that there was no time for that right now. I had work to get ready for and I couldn’t afford to be late. I had people relying on me. Dean barely stirred as I crept out of bed and doing my very best not to disturb him, I chose to forgo a shower and do my make up in the car, grabbing a croissant to eat before slipping out the front door. I didn’t want him waking up and have to deal with any awkward exchanges.

Of course, it’s no fun to be stuck at work when your head’s in another place. I practically stumbled through the day, running more on auto-pilot than any actual brain usage. It was pretty obvious to my co-workers that something was up, but they were sweet enough to not push the issue and instead pooled their money together to go buy a box of doughnuts to share ‘just because’. A highly suspicious excuse, even more so when they refused to accept my share of the bill. I appreciated the gesture, (or at least my pregnancy hormones did, because as soon as I smelt the baked goods, I practically started drooling) but right now, all I really wanted to be was back home with Dean. Fortunately it was a Friday, which meant that we all finished an hour earlier than we usually did. I declined an offer to join my colleagues at the nearby bar and instead headed home.

The key stuck in the lock for a moment and I had to jiggle it around a bit before I could get in. It was the noise that I noticed first. An odd tapping sound, occasionally accompanied by Dean swearing and my face scrunched into a confused expression, wondering just exactly what the hell my boyfriend was up to.

Taking a step forward, I was struck by the sight of Dean’s leather jacket. He had actually hung it neatly up for once, instead of slinging it over the back of a chair instead. I don’t why such a small thing had such an effect on me, but it caused my nerves only to increase more.

So with a little trepidation I climbed the stairs, Dean seeming to swear even louder as he heard my footsteps approaching.

“Is that you Y/N?” he called out, but by then I had already reached the doorway of the spareroom. I stopped dead in my tracks, completely stunned by the sight in front of me, my heart in my throat. Dean continued to stare up at me nervously.

“Is that a crib?” I finally managed to get out. I guess it was the shock that made me ask, because it quite obviously was a crib, even if it was only half put together so far. Dean was sat next to it on the floor, his tools laid out around him.

“Yeah. It is. I, uh, picked it up this afternoon,” Dean replied softly, picking himself up off the ground and dusting his hands off on his jeans. “I did want to have it finished before you came back”. He sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck.

“I finish early on Fridays” I said, still half stunned and wondering why I was choosing that of all things to say. Because despite the appearance of the crib being a glaring sign of his feelings, there were still things that we needed to talk about. Still, my heart swelled at the thought of Dean going out on his own volition to buy a crib and assembling it by himself.

“Sorry, that I went out and bought a crib without you. I guess I just wanted to make a big gesture. Wanted you to know that I was serious, when I say that I want to have this baby with you. I want to be a father to our child. I don’t know much about being a parent, but I’m willing to work hard and I know that we can do this together”. He paused for a moment, taking the chance to take a deep breath halfway through his apology. I remained silent, knowing that it was for the best to just let Dean get it all out.

“And I’m sorry that I walked out on you. You really didn’t deserve that. I feel like a complete piece of shit doing that to you”. At this I finally began to protest, but Dean wasn’t having any of that and continued on.

“I thought a lot last night and lot this morning. I want this so much. I want to have a family with you, more than you could ever know. Never thought that I would get the chance to have a family, kitten and damn if I let myself get in the way of that” he finally finished and he was looking at me so intensely, I felt as though his eyes were piercing me.

“It is a nice crib” I commented with a grin, knowing that was all Dean needed to hear to know that he was forgiven. He practically lit up at my words, taking a step towards me and wrapping his arms around my waist.

“So I guess I made a good choice, huh?” he lightly teased, accompanying his words by lightly tracing his fingers up and down my sides.

“A perfect choice” I replied with a smile. I reached up and pushed a shaggy strand of hair off his forehead. “I love you Dean. You were scared yesterday and I can understand that. But I need you to remember that we are in this together” I added, desperately wanting him to remember that.

“I know. I know that we’re a team. I love you too, Y/N. Does this mean that I’m forgiven?” Dean replied, his smile faltering slightly, prompting me to gently pinch his hip, causing him to jolt and the smile on his face to grow again.

“Of course. We all make mistakes when we’re scared. How can I judge you for that?” I said, letting him know that I understood.

“She forgives me so easily” Dean paused. “And yet you wouldn’t talk to me for days when I accidentally taped over your saved episodes of NCIS”.

I laughed at his teasing and poked him in the side, not so gently this time. He merely shied away from me, taking both my hands in his, leaving me unable to continue on with my attack. I playfully pouted and my gaze drifted to the half-finished crib still stood in the middle of the room.

“Want some help putting the rest of the crib together?” I asked.

“Well, didn’t you just say that we’re doing this together?” he teased, promptly passing me the screwdriver that had been tucked into his jeans pocket. I willing accepted it from him and knelt down on the floor, Dean mimicking my actions and sitting right next to me, pulling a box of screws towards us, before picking up one of the wooden slats for the crib.

“Where are even the instructions?” I asked him, looking around for the useful piece of paper, but not seeing it anywhere.

“Instructions are for people other than me” he retorted, leaving me to just look at him, pausing for a moment as I considered his words.

“Dean, that doesn’t even make sense”.

zeldawrecks  asked:

Heyyy can you write a fluffy piece where betty surprises jug on his birthday and they spend the day together :D (Isn't his birthday coming up in the show) Thank you!

Hey, I hope you like this!

This is a little AU in the fact that Archie is totally okay with Bughead (since we don’t know how he feels about that yet).

Here we go. HUGE shout-out to @tewgrunge​ because she basically came up with everything.


Birthday Surprise


Betty and Archie had gone over the plan several times - Jughead was going to spend the day with Archie and Fred Andrews. Fred was going to let them sleep in, cook them breakfast (aka his special Peanut Butter Banana Pancakes at noon), then Jughead would open his presents from Fred and Archie. He and Archie would spend a few more hours together, then Archie would make sure Jughead was outside of Pop’s Choklit Shoppe at 5:30 sharp.


Betty smoothed her floral print dress over her torso, hooked her purse over her shoulder, and made her way out her front door.

She made her way to Pop’s, ushering her surprise guests into a booth at the back. She made sure they were comfortable, then went back outside to meet Jughead at the doors.

At exactly 5:30, Jughead strolled up in front of Betty. She smiled, then quickly stood behind him and covered his eyes with her hands. “No peeking.”  She murmured.

Jughead laughed. “Bets, it’s Pop’s. Plus you can barely reach my eyes.”

“You shush,” Betty smiled. “Just walk.”

“Yes ma’am.” Jughead laughed again and walked toward the entrance.

“Open the door, right in front of you,” Betty guided from behind.

Jughead opened the door, walked a few steps, then paused, waiting for Betty to direct him again.

She had him turn to the right, take a few steps, then pause.

“Okay,” She murmured, taking her eyes off his eyes. “Surprise.”

Jughead’s eyes narrowed in on the booth at the back. “Mom?” He said in awe. “Jellybean?!”

“Juggie!” Jellybean cried happily from the booth, running to hug her big brother.

“Heya,  Jel,” Jughead murmured, smoothing his little sisters hair back as he embraced her.

“What are you guys doing here?” Jughead said happily, guiding his sister and girlfriend over to the booth.

“Well,” His mom smiled. “Your girlfriend here reached out to us. Seeing you on your birthday is important, honey.”

Jughead slid in across from his mom, gripping her hand as he did so.

The four of them ordered their food, catching up and laughing the entire time.

“How long are you staying?” Jughead asked, mid-bite of his burger.

“We have a room at Sweetwater Inn for the night. You can spend tonight with Betty and all day with J.B. and me tomorrow. Betty and I arranged it,” Gladys laughed.

When Gladys was finished eating, she tried to wave Pop Tate over to pay.

Betty shook her head. “It’s been taken care of,” She smiled weakly.

“What do you mean?”

“It’s been taken care of,” Betty laughed. “You came all the way down here. It’s the least I could do.”

Mrs. Jones knew there was no use arguing - Betty was obviously smart enough to pay ahead of time.

Jughead said his goodbyes to Gladys and Jellybean, promising his little sister he’d see her in just a few hours.

Betty kissed Jughead on the cheek, taking the last sip of her milkshake as she slid out of the booth.

“I left a book I need at school, will you walk with me?”

“Of course,” Jughead smiled, grabbing Betty’s hand as they left Pop’s.


“So where’s this book?” Jughead murmured as they ambled the halls of the school.

“Just in here,” Betty answered, pointing towards the office of The Blue and Gold.

Jughead smiled, grabbing Betty’s hand and pulling her into the room, flicking on the light.

There were black, blue and gold streamers intertwined throughout the room, balloons in each corner, and a stack of cupcakes on Jughead’s work space.

“How did you get this?” Jughead gasped as he saw the old projector from the Drive-In stationed in the middle of the room.

Betty shrugged. “I begged Mayor McCoy.” She smiled.

Jughead saw pillows propped on the floor, a wrapped present in the center of a blanket.

“What movie do you have set up for us?” Jughead smiled, embracing Betty.

“Harry Potter.”

Jughead burst out laughing.

“What!” Betty protested.

Jughead kissed the tip of her nose. “Nothing, nothing! I’m excited, I love Harry Potter. I just… wasn’t expecting Harry Potter.”

Betty tried to look mad. “You better not be making fun of me,” She smiled.

Jughead shook his head. “Never,” He kissed her lips gently, then plopped down on the blanket. “Can I open my present now?”

Betty nodded, sitting next to him.  Jughead gently took off the bow and stuck it to Betty’s head, then ripped the paper off.

Jughead held the books in his hands.

“It’s a signed limited-edition copy from 1948.” Betty explained. “It’s two volumes.” She murmured, noticing Jughead hadn’t said a word yet. “Crime and Punishment. It’s your favorite book, right?”

Jughead nodded. “Betty this must have cost you a fortune.”

Betty shook her head, blushing. “No, not a fortune. I got a deal. Really, Jughead.” She inched closer to him, touching his arm. “I know that you’ve never really… gotten presents. I just wanted to make your birthday special. Do you like it?”

Jughead opened the book, a card slipping out.

‘Happy Birthday, Jughead.

Forever,

-Betty.’

“Oh, I almost forgot.” Betty said, reaching behind her for her purse. “This is from my parents.” She handed him a gift certificate for Pop’s.

“This is too much, Bets.” Jughead whispered, setting the book down.

Betty shook her head slightly. “Jughead you deserve the entire world.”

Jughead slowly caressed Betty’s cheek, pulling her into a kiss. “Thank you,” He whispered.

“You’re welcome,” She smiled. “Now, you’ll have to put the movie on because I have no idea how to work that machine.”

Jughead laughed and got to his feet, sliding things into place and pressing the correct buttons.

He got back on the floor with Betty and put his arm around her, pulling her closer.

“Betty?”

“Mm?” She murmured.

“This is the best birthday I’ve ever had.”

Imagine Chris realizing he’s in-love with you.

A/N: This is Part 4A. (Unexpected Reader - Part 1/Part 2/Part 3A/3B) A huge shoutout to Ava, my best friend, who is beyond amazing. Thank you for letting me write you, I am truly honored you trusted me to. @chrisevans-imagines I’ve got nothing but love for you, girly ❤️ I had a lot of free time on my hand today sitting in a dentistry.

Chris stood outside your apartment door with his letter for you and a bouquet of your favorite flowers- red roses- in his hand. His clammy fist hovered over the door, unable to knock as he was too nervous. May was coming; he was about to leave to film Infinity War and he was going to be gone for nine months. Nine months. That was a long time for him to not see you, considering how you’d spent time together every day of the last sixty-five days. For two people who claimed they weren’t dating, the two of you did a lot of things couples did. You’d meet for meals and have movie nights, and if it was held at your apartment- your best friend and roommate, Ava, would spend the whole night teasing the both of you. He’d keep you company while you worked at your university’s library, and you’d keep him company while he worked out at his gym. He’d hang out in the restaurant you were working at when you had to do late night shifts or close, so you wouldn’t be alone and he could drive you home. Some days, you’d just call to meet for coffee or ice-cream so you could simply ask the other about their day.

Other than not having the romantic benefits of an actual couple, the two of you were a couple. Those around you didn’t understand why the two of you wouldn’t just have the talk and become an actual couple; Ava, especially. The conversation you had with her last week was still seared in your mind, she’d made some pretty solid points that you consistently tried and failed to argue with.

“As adorable as the both of you are, you are insufferable.” She’d said to you and you’d sighed because you knew she was right. “Honestly, Y/N. He likes you and you like him, so why are you making it more complicated than it has to be? Just grab the man and kiss him already.”

“It’s not that simple, Ava.”

“How is it not that simple?” She pressed with a frown. “Do you not see the way he looks at you? He likes you and he wants to be with you. Trust me and go pursue that relationship, you’re going to be dating Chris Evans! That’s like a dream come true for us fan girls, for you.”

“Exactly,” you argued and she frowned, confused by your comment. “I’m just a fan,” you elaborated before she could ask you to. “What if I’m not with him for the right reasons? What if I’m not good enough for him? I’m just a fan, Ava,” you repeated. “I’m nobody compared to him.”

“Lovely,” she chuckled as she took your hands in hers. “I’ve known you for a while now, and we’ve always said that we know each other better than anyone else knows us so- you need to hear me when I say this.” You sighed because you knew what she was going to say. “You are not just a fan, you are an amazing human being that Chris would be lucky to date. He’s just a guy, okay? And if you’re just a fan of his, then what is he to you? He’s a fan of your work too, but that’s not making him feel less about himself. You are in-love with him, and if you think you’re only in-love with him because he’s Chris Evans- you’re not as smart as I thought.” You sighed again and you heard her sigh too, “he’s still here, isn’t he? He wouldn’t be if he didn’t care for you.”

“Yeah, or maybe he’s here because of my stories.” You countered. “Maybe he’s here to see if I’m like the girl in the story he loves so much.” Her face prompted a point from your irrational thoughts. “So what if I’m not the girl he thought me to be? I can’t lose him, Ava. I’d rather have him in my life as a friend than not have him in my life at all.”

“You’re right,” she nodded and released your hands. “You’re nothing like the girl in the story.” You felt your eyes narrow at that, but you said nothing. “You’re a thousand times better.” She said and you smiled. “But- if you don’t want to take that risk and be with him then- don’t. It’s your choice and you know I’ll always respect your choices.” You smiled and gave her elbow a grateful squeeze. “Even if it’s dumb,” you heard her murmur under the breath as she disappeared into the kitchen.

“Yeah, I heard that!” You called, biting back your smile.

“Yeah, I meant for you to,” she called back.

A week later, after Ava had a similar but slightly more subtle conversation with Chris while you were in the shower, here he was at your door. Because Ava was right, as always; the two of you liked each other and it was for all the right reasons. It was completely understandable that what brought you together birthed some doubts and insecurities, but surely all of the time you’d spent together had cleared your minds of it.

Chris liked you- loved you even, and he was done being just friends. You were an amazing girl and if he left for nine months without telling you he loved you, and you got swept off your feet by another man- he would be devastated. Just like you were after reading the latest tabloids about him and Scarlett Johansson being a thing. Which was why-

“Chris,” you gasped when you opened the door. He took a step back, as stunned as you; he hadn’t expect you to open the door, nor did you expect him to be standing outside. “What are you doing here?” You asked, slinging the strap of your little purse over your shoulder as you glanced at your phone which had just buzzed in your hand.

“Oh um- I just…” He trailed off, swallowing, unable to say what he wanted to. He was nervous, and he was distracted because you were dressed up like you were going on a date. And you were- with Sam, a boy in your class- but you didn’t mention anything to Chris, which was why he was confused. “Where are you going?”

You didn’t want to tell him you were going on a date because a small part of you still held onto the hope that you had a chance with him. You were afraid- terrified even, that if you told him about Sam, that door would close forever. You thought about lying, until you remembered you read that he was allegedly dating his oldest friend and brilliantly talented co-star, Scarlett Johansson- a woman you could never, ever surpass. So why couldn’t you tell him? After all, what was the harm in telling him, your friend?

“I’m going on a date.” The words felt so heavy coming out of your mouth; the excitement you had when you agreed to coffee with Sam faded the second you saw Chris. “His name is Sam, he’s in my class.” The more you explained, the more Chris’ heart ached. He subtly slipped the letter into his back pocket and lowered the bouquet to his side; he was too late. “Are those…for me?” You quizzed with a raised brow.

“Uh- no,” he shook his head with a forced smile; he had to pretend he was okay because he didn’t want to ruin your date. “These are for Ava, she um- she mentioned the other day that her mom wasn’t doing too well, I think um- I don’t know, so…” He trailed off in a weary tone; he couldn’t even find it in himself to lie properly.

“What?” Your eyes narrowed with deep concern as you mentally questioned why your best friend didn’t mention anything to you. “That’s crazy. She didn’t-” Ava had heard the commotion and walked out from her room; she poked her head over your shoulder and you turned to her, frowning. “Your mom’s sick?” You asked. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because she’s not,” she answered, frowning.

“Didn’t you say she was um- she hurt her back or something?” Chris quickly spoke up; his eyes begged her to go along with his lie when you looked away from him. “I remember you feeling really down, which is why I brought you these.” He held out the bouquet and Ava took it, even though she knew the flowers were for you. “Anyway, I should go. Um-” he scratched the back of his neck, “I’ve got errands to run.”

“Stay, please,” Ava stopped Chris before he could run away. “I’d like to talk to you about something before you run off. Surely your errands can wait,” she said with a look in her eyes that only she and Chris understood.

Your phone buzzed in your hand again and you knew Sam had arrived and was waiting for you in his car downstairs. “You kids have fun, I gotta go. We’ll call your mom later and send my regards,” you suggested and Ava nodded. “Are you sure about this outfit?” You asked her, one final time before you left.

“Yes,” she smiled at you then looked over your shoulder at Chris, trying not to sigh at his heavy expression. She knew exactly how he felt, she’d had her fair share of seeing someone she loved with someone else. Oddly, she didn’t feel bad about seeing her best friend with her celebrity crush; that was just the kind of selfless person she was and you loved her for it. “You look beautiful.”

“Thanks, love.” You smiled then patted Chris’ arm as you brushed past him. He opened his mouth to stop you, but stopped himself before he could. He was too late, you looked happy and he couldn’t ruin that for you. “I’ll see the two of you later!”

The second you faded from view, Ava beckoned Chris inside; he walked in with slumped shoulders and heavy steps. She held the bouquet for him to take back then closed the door behind him. He stood in your living room, shuffling his feet as he tried not to kick himself at his bad timing.

“She’s only going on a date because she thinks you’re dating Scarlett Johansson,” Ava told him and his head shot up, a deep frown on his face. “Did you not see the tabloids? It’s everywhere, she was pretty bummed.”

“Why would I date Scarlett?” He frowned. “She’s one of my oldest friends, she’s like a sister to me. We don’t have that kind of a relationship.” Ava nodded in agreement because she’d told you the same thing. “I mean- we tried, but we realized we didn’t feel that way about each other. Wait- so she’s going on a date to spite me?”

“What? No! What is wrong with you?” Ava scolded then chuckled softly at his sheepish look. “She’s going on a date to distract herself from you. She likes you, Chris. If you can’t tell from the way she writes about you, then boy are you dumb. She’s just worried she’s not good enough for you, which is absolutely-”

“Ridiculous,” he finished for her. “Not good enough for me? What the fuck does that even mean? She’s amazing.” A smile formed on his lips as he began talking about you. “She’s so kind and sweet and beautiful and strong and funny and talented and-” he cut himself off, sighing. “And I’m in-love with her.”

“Yes you are,” Ava nodded. “And she’s in-love with you too.” She chuckled when she heard him sigh again, “relax. It’s not too late, she’s not even that interested in Sam. She’s just going because she’s too nice to tell him, ‘sorry, but I’m in-love with someone else.’ Just leave that letter you have in your pocket here and I’ll pass it on to her.”

Chris felt his eyes narrow as he reached into his back pocket, “how do you know that this is for her?” He asked as he pulled out the letter he’d spent days writing and refining; he didn’t know how you got stories out without hours. “Here,” he passed it to Ava, who took it with a light laugh.

“Because I’m a writer, and so far- this entire thing has been like a very adorable and very complicated little mini series.” She commented and he managed a smile. “But luckily for you, Chris, we’re over the hump. Things should be smooth sailing from here on out, as long as the two of you talk. God, if the two of you had just talked like I’d advised- this could’ve all been avoided. That poor boy, Sam wouldn’t lose the most wonderful girl to the perfect guy without explanation.”

“Thanks, Ava,” Chris smiled. “I can see why Y/N loves you so much, you are a good friend to her.”

“I’m her best friend,” Ava corrected with great emphasis and Chris nodded in acknowledgment with pursed lips; the tone Ava used said one thing and one thing only, “don’t fuck with my best friend or I’ll kill you”. Then she repeated it in words so Chris got the point, “which means I will kill you if you hurt her in any way, do you understand?”

“Believe me,” he assured her, “I’d kill me too if I hurt her.”

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Part 4B

“What are you frightened will change when you have kids? What’s the big worry?”

Thanks for the ‘when’ there, armchair psychologist. That’s a red flag to begin with.

Put it this way. I’ve got a cold right now, and it’s a stinker. I can’t tell you how pitiful I feel. I’ve been crawling about the house for days, sniffling miserably to my angry boss down the phone and begging my husband to bring home soup. I emerge from my duvet cave only to make tea. I’ve watched every episode of Countdown they ever made. I am of no use to anyone right now.

Meanwhile, across the city, probably even somewhere on this street, there will be a mother of young kids who has the exact same cold that I do. And she will be cooking, cleaning, washing, drying, dressing, chasing, wiping, fetching, dashing, driving, soldiering onwards, because four-year-olds don’t give a fuck that Mummy feels poorly. 

Kids are humans in their most concentrated form, before life has diluted them - before the need for us all to get along has rounded off those sharper edges. 

And kids are selfish

Most toddlers don’t even realise that Mummy is capable of becoming poorly. Mummy is just the mechanism by which all their needs and all their whims are met. Did you know that a lot of children master the word ‘daddy’ before the word ‘mummy’? It’s because Daddy’s arrival home each evening is an exciting event, marked by a desire to greet him somehow, to call for his attention. While Mummy is just there all the time - she’s basically furniture. There’s nothing novel or remarkable about the presence of Mummy.

What do I worry would change, if I became a mother?

I worry I would vanish in my own life. I worry I would just never get to be a priority again, ever. I worry that my pain and suffering would always be deemed less important than a toddler’s whims. (Why do men never have to explain this? Why are women expected to be okay with it?)

Does all that make me selfish?

Absolutely it does.

And I want to offset my selfishness. I want to look after other living things on the Earth, not just myself. I don’t want people to suffer or go without for my sake.

But is the best course of action really to produce a small genetic remix of myself, then devote all of my energy to it? 

“Look how selfless I am,” I could say. “Behold how I sacrifice my own needs for the benefit of my child - just my child, of course. Nobody else’s. Just this specific individual child, who shares my DNA, and therefore deserves absolutely all of my resources, ahead of every other human in the world.”

If you want to give back, and do some good for other people, donate to charities building schools in the developing world. Give blood. Spend an afternoon at a soup kitchen. Give generously in support of your fellow humans, even those you aren’t related to. (Imagine!) Even those you will never meet.

Or hell, donate to the RSPCA - they’re doing good for living beings who aren’t even human. 

Now that’s selfless. You’re caring for people who are not only genetically separate to you, but they don’t even share your species.

So, to answer the question, no - I don’t want to put myself last in my own life. I don’t want to drag myself out of bed when I’m ill and in pain, all for the good of an unnecessary child I didn’t want to produce. On the grand evolutionary scheme of things, as a member of my species, I matter just as much as an immediate descendant of mine would. 

Why is everybody so desperate to hand over their life for someone else to live? What are you so ardently hoping your children will achieve? You go achieve it. You do it. Don’t just pass the baton along. You’re entitled to live your own life.

Why be yet another inch of vine, when you could be the fruit?

Wow, so this has been a wild ride. I’ve been on tumblr for about 5 years (with a different blog that I have since deleted in its entirety) and I never, ever felt this much love on that blog in the entire 5 years that I had it in the four months that I have had this blog.

Hockey’s been a wild ride for me and something that I only actually started paying attention to recently (see: I’ve had this blog for four months) despite the fact that it’s been in my life for almost the entire 19 years that I have existed on this planet, and it’s been the most wonderful time. Discovering this community and then deciding to join it full-time was one of the best decisions I ever made in my life, and I’ve gained so many lovely friends and followers and experiences from this blog and from watching hockey.

Mostly, I’m really grateful that I finally managed to uncover an online space that made me feel loved and happy, and like I could talk about anything that I wanted to without being judged. All of hockey tumblr is so wonderful (the parts that I’ve met, anyways) and I love how welcoming and nice everyone is when you’re like me and make this blog and then have to teach yourself everything about hockey so that you can keep up with what’s going on.

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Prompt: Naegi and Nanami swapping hoodies. That’s all I have to say. Go nuts. @rpbattleman

A/N Well they do have the same height and I do have an unhealthy obsession with hoodies so why not? In hindsight, I don’t know what happened. The characters wrote this themselves.

Hoodie Swap - Naegi and Nanami ft the rest of the cast

Wearing a hoodie was so much like second skin that they didn’t notice that they were wearing different hoodies.

Naegi wouldn’t even have noticed it and he probably would have gone home wearing it if his classmates hadn’t helpfully pointed it out.

“Halt! Naegi, how many times must we go over this? A hoodie is not welcome in a school environment. You are in clear violation of the school’s dress code.” Ishimaru was quick to reprimand him as soon as he entered the classroom.

“Huh? But isn’t it okay when it’s functional? It’s been getting colder lately so I thought the extra layer could help.” Naegi explained his reasons.

“I must admit that it is actually allowed to wear jackets provided that they aren’t needlessly distracting.” Ishimaru corrected himself and then pointed in accusation. “However! Yours is unconventionally designed! And quite honestly, I am distracted enough!”

“What do you mean? I thought it was plain enough.” Naegi replied with a lost expression.

“Can’t say I agree with your tastes for plain.” Mondo said from behind him as he reached out and pulled Naegi’s hood over him. “Cat ears eh? And here I figured you were more of a dog person.”

“What are you talking about?” Naegi asked, now more confused than before.

“I think it’s cute.” Maizono shared with a smile. “It’s unexpected but that’s what makes him look even cuter!”

“Master Naegi, if you would kindly listen to my request…” Yamada popped up beside him and positioned Naegi’s hand so that it was closed like a fist and raised beside his face. “Like nya.” He instructed as he demonstrated the action.

“Nya?” Naegi pawed uncertain as he tilted his head in confusion which only added to his catlike performance.

“Hold that pose!” Enoshima expertly slid in front of him and raised her phone to take pictures. “Okay now do that again with voice so I can get this on video.” She smiled widely behind her phone as she laughed. “Upupu… This is priceless! But I am willing to negotiate a price to any potential buyer.”

“Wait, is there something weird on my hoodie?” Naegi asked again as he slowly began to piece what was off with his garment.

“Well it’s not like there’s something wrong with the hoodie itself.” Fujisaki timidly answered. “It’s just that it’s… different from what you would usually wear.”

“Or is this something like your secret hobby?” Kuwata interjected with a smirk. “Because if it was, it’s cool, man. We won’t judge.”

Okay now that last remark convinced him that he was definitely wearing the wrong hoodie. He filtered his memories for any embarrassing hoodies he owned that he may have worn by accident. None seemed to strike him that would stand out. Last time he checked, he didn’t own any with cat ears unless… His eyes immediately went towards his sleeves and upon the familiar color, he confirmed just whose hoodie he was wearing.

“I’m wearing someone else’s hoodie…” He mumbled his revelation.

“Oh my, you’re quite the bold type to wear your girlfriend’s clothes.” Celes commented with a giggle. “Although it’s quite unconventional considering it’s usually the girl who wears the guy’s clothes afterwards.”

“W-What?!” Naegi could only spluter at her insinuation. “It’s n-not like that! In the first place, she isn’t even my girlfriend!”

“Back the fuck up. How did our resident herbivore land a girl before I could? I mean, I’m way cooler than him!” Kuwata took offense to the new information.

“With that kind of attitude, it’s no wonder.” Maizono commented offhandedly.

“So this is the source of today’s commotion? How absolutely trivial. I suppose this is the gossip that you commoner enjoy.” Togami scoffed from his seat. “Very well, consider this an honor. I shall allow you to indulge us in such to pass time.”

“Oh! Oh! I definitely want to hear this one!” Asahina all but squealed in excitement. “Yeah, tell us more about your girlfriend!”

Naegi blushed at that comment. “She’s not my girlfriend!” He denied.

“Hmm? Is that so?” Kirigiri intervened and although her face was the picture of calmness, there was a certain sharpness inflected in her tone, an underlying threat. “The evidence suggests others. Please, explain that by all means.”

“I didn’t mean to. It was an accident, okay!” He blurted out words without much thought in his panic.

“Naegi, that’s not nice to say about your girlfriend.” Asahina frowned in disappointment.

“Whether intentional or not, one must be prepare to take full responsibility of one’s actions.” Sakura reprimanded him as well.

“No, that’s not it. You guys are misunderstanding.” Naegi raised his hands in an appeal. “I was hanging out with a friend who happens to be a girl but isn’t my girlfriend and then I may have accidentally picked up her hoodie instead of mine.”

“Then w-why are you so d-defensive about it, huh?” Fukawa accused with a disgusted expression. “Just because you have a g-girlfriend now you’re g-gloating her already.”

“So you have a girlfriend now…” Ikusaba quietly sulked at one corner.

“Did you not hear what I just said? This is all just a misunderstanding.” He insisted, practically pleaded at this point.

“Chill, Naegichi. I believe in you!” Hagakure gave him a thumbs up in support.

“Hagakure…” Naegi smiled gratefully towards his friend. “At least someone’s on my side.”

“There’s no way you could get a girlfriend so aliens must have abducted your hoodie and replaced it with theirs which is filled with all sorts of probing stuff.” Hagakure added from way at the back of the room.

Whatever hope he had been filled with was instantly shattered.

“Ah, I should’ve known. It’s Hagakure. Why did I even expect?” Naegi sighed as he sank his face into his hands, defeated.

And as they hounded him with questions and camera phones, he took comfort at the fact that at least the hoodie was comfortable and warm just like how it reminded him of its original owner.


Nanami wouldn’t even have noticed it and she probably would have gone home wearing it if her classmates hadn’t helpfully pointed it out.

“Hi, Nanami. Welcome back.” Koizumi greeted her as soon as she returned. “Hey, that’s a new color on you.”

“Yeah, what’s with the outfit change?” Saionji asked offhandedly but quickly narrowed her eyes as she felt something unusual about Nanami’s choice in clothing. “Hey, is it just me or is that color disgustingly familiar?”

“Huh, what are the odds of that?” Komaeda said from behind as he just entered the classroom too. He smiled at her. “Now it looks like we’re matching.”

Nanami stare at Komaeda’s hoodie and then back to her own sleeves which she was slightly surprised to find them as dark green like his. She could already piece what had happened given the owner’s luck but it hardly fazed her. She could always ask for her hoodie after classes or tomorrow so she had nothing to worry about. Oddly enough, it fitted her quite well so she had no qualms wearing this in the meantime.

It was strange to wear green instead of her usual brown or blue one but it was just a bit funny since it complimented Komaeda’s own hoodie. “I guess we do match.” She smiled lightly.

There was a peaceful lull in the room… until all hell broke loose.

“Wait! Wait! Waaaaait!” Souda yelled and ran towards them with tears in his eyes. “You guys are wearing matching clothes like what couples do? Someone please tell me this is a joke before I faint.”

“What dark sorcery is this indeed? To have enraptured a divine being without alerting my zodiac generals, truly only a fiend could accomplish such a feat!” Tanaka bellowed with his usual dramatic flair. “Tell me, mortal of unfortunate chance, what are your nefarious intentions with the holy one?”

“In my country, couples wear matching crowns. I now see that this is Japan’s equivalent.” Sonia said with practically sparkling eyes. “I will take note of hoodies when I return to inform my people of such cultural highlights.”

“Let’s not jump into conclusions just yet. We haven’t even asked them if they’re actually an item now.” Koizumi did her best at crowd control and when she was closer to the two, she whispered lowly, “Please feel free to deny all accusations.”

“Yeah! As if Big sis Nanami would ever date trash like Komaeda!” Saionji vehemently shouted “I mean just look at him! She could definitely do better than this hope fanatic!”

“Well you’re not wrong. I am just lowly trash undeserving of love especially from someone with hope as bright as Nanami’s.” Komaeda agreed with a cheerful laugh.

Nanami huffed at his self-deprecating comments. “Komaeda, you should value yourself more. Whether or not I’d want to date you shouldn’t be a standard for your worth.” She then smiled softly at him. “Remember, you are always worth it.”

“What’s with that moment? Surely it was charged with love!” Hanamura jumped at them. “Now tell me, what sorts of love have you two already engaged in? The more physical, the more details I’ll be needing.”

“I suggest you refrain your tongue from spouting any more.” Pekoyama intervened with her bamboo sword right at his throat. “It would do you good to hold back a bit more and respect their privacy on the matter.”

“Oi! Don’t think you can get away with harrassing them. It’s their choice if they want to share anything. So don’t go doing anything that I would need to silence you for, got it?” Kuzuryuu threatened Hanamura but it was all in good will. He then turned to the two still in the hot seat. “You two better start confessing if anything’s going on or else the rest of these guys are going to go off with crazy ideas.”

“An unexpected ship has sailed! Ibuki calls dibs on being the captain! And as captain, I will see to it that this ship reaches the shores!” Ibuki hollered as she strummed on her guitar. “Alright! Let’s sail this ship away!”

“A rarepair, huh. Well it’s not unheard of.” Ryotwo thoughtfully commented. “It’s just a bit suspicious that there weren’t enough flags triggered and there’s suddenly a development.”

“Ack! A critical hit!” Ibuki dramatically clutched her hand over her chest as if she was shot right there. “Not even an hour in and someone’s already attacking my ship! The sea is merciless as ever!”

“Attack? So there’s a fight, yeah?” Owari’s ears perked at the mere mention of the word. “Let me at them! I’ll be sure to fight and win for ya.”

“If it’s a fight you want then I won’t hold back either.” Nidai crackled with energy. “Looks like I have no choice but to do damage control again.”

For the two people who were the center of attention, they took it more calmly than most would.

“Ahaha, everyone’s full of hope like always. Truly, what a wonderful class this is.” Komaeda’s grin reached his ears.

“I’m glad that everyone’s having fun over this.” Nanami seconded with a smile of her own.

And as they hounded her with questions and camera phones, she took comfort at the fact that at least the hoodie was comfortable and warm just like how it reminded her of its original owner.

I am so fucking happy. I mean, Johnny going to Ellen just made my whole day. I can’t stop smiling and YES this man has this much power over me. I missed him so much. I missed his dorky and funny side, I missed his humour, I missed his niceness and loveliness, I missed his smile, I missed his style. I missed everything about him. These new photos and videos make my heart so happy I can’t even explain it. And man, can we talk about how AMAZING he looks? Anyone who says otherwise is wrong. Look at him! The difference a year can make. So glad to have our dorky, smiley, healthy handsome Johnny back. Literally haven’t seen him glowing like this in years. I love him so much. And I’m so excited for POTC I can’t put it into words.

anonymous asked:

Ok cool! How about you have Super Speed and are a superhero on Barry's earth. You come to Earth-38 with him when he first meets Kara and Kara falls for you?

Originally posted by evil-squicker

 Ah I gotcha. I apologize in advance for the shitty superhero name I’m gonna give you.

“So, uh, what’s her story?” Kara asks Barry as they worked on the ear plugs that would protect them from Silver Banshee’s screams.

“Who? Y/N?”

“Yeah, like what’s she like?” Kara asked as she watched you explore the DEO and geeking out with Winn.

“Uh, well, her name’s Y/N L/N, but you already knew that. She’s a superhero too, known as The Bullet back on my earth. She got her speed the same night I did when the Particle Accelerator exploded and we met when we were both brought into Star Labs.” Barry explained.

“She sounds awesome.” Kara said while still staring at you.

“Yeah. She’s my best friend, I couldn’t have done any of this without her.”

“So, are you guys like a thing? Or…” Kara turns back to Barry and ask.

“Me and Y/N? Ha, no way. I have a crush on this other girl, and I’m not really Y/N’s speed.”

“Speed? As in-”

“As in not a female. Y/N’s into girls.” Barry cut Kara off and explained.

“Oh. Tha-that’s cool.” Kara blushed.

“Don’t get too excited there Supergirl.” Barry said before turning back to the device. “I can put in a good word for you if you want.”

“Whaaat?” Kara awkwardly tried to laugh. “Why? I don’t….I don’t like her like….I mean I…” She sighed before giving up. “You would do that?”

“Sure I would. But something tells me I won’t need to. I have a feeling Y/N likes you too.”

“What gives you that idea?”

Barry smirks before looking between you and Kara. “You’re just her speed.”

Enouement- 15

Summary: Told in reverse-chronological order, Enouement is the story of love and loss, telling the journey that led you to your ultimate destination: a life full of happiness and regret, mistakes and laughter- and the man who gave you it all. Bucky x Reader

Words: 1061

Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy.

Master   Part 14

Originally posted by seabasschino

“I like Grant, for a boy.”

Bucky grinned, looking to his right as he pulled up to a red light. The car hummed, a gentle song playing from the radio. His eyes flickered from your face to the hand over your stomach. The swell was gentle, barely there, not nearly as big as the swelling of Bucky’s heart as he turned his attention back to the road as the light turned green.

“After Steve?” Bucky licked his lips and you shrugged.

“He’s your best friend,” you said. “He’s always been there for you, for us. He was your best man, and you really couldn’t ask for a better one.”

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Emotional

Originally posted by spn-spam

Pairing: Sam x daughter!Reader, Reader x Twin, Dean x niece!Reader, Zach (OC), Hank (OC)
Word count: 1,308
Warnings: Slight angst

Part 9 of Twins


The second you saw the sign for your town, your excitement caused Dean and Y/T/N to jerk awake in the back. “Wow.” Dean groaned, sitting up. “That was loud. Where’s the fire?” He yawned.

Sam laughed, shaking his head. “We’re almost to Zach’s house.” He explained, earning a nod from the occupants in the back. “Do you want to stop somewhere first? I didn’t know if you’d want to clean up since we’ve been in the car for like 14 hours…” He glanced at you.

You shook your head, grinning. “My 6 month old won’t care, and well, even if Zach did, that doesn’t bother me.” You shrugged. “I mean, he did kinda watch me give birth to his kid.” You muttered.

“To his house we go, then.” He said, letting a silence fill the car after. Your excitement seemed to buzz around all of them. Sam was a bit nervous, because well, he was about to meet his Grandson. Dean was still waking up, and Y/T/N was happy for you.

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