will probably replace something from there

What I Say: I’m Fine. 

What I mean: Takashi Shirogane probably is one of the best fictional heroes of this generation. On top of that, Shiro is a character that really shouldn’t exist to begin with. All previous iterations of Voltron have either killed off/replaced the iteration of his character. However, the creative team has decided to enrich, expand, and ultimately create something amazing out of Sven/Shirogane. Shiro is both physically and aesthetically amazing in his character design. There’s a reason why Josh Keaton’s twitter subheading is ‘That hot guy from Voltron.’ But Shiro is amazing both as a physical character as he is in what he represents. Takashi Shirogane is a canonically Japanese character who is both physically handicapped (debatable as his prosthetic physically helps more than it hurts from what we’ve seen.) As well as a character who has been through a disturbing amount of psychological trauma. All this being said, he still leads a group of heroes and carries the weight of the whole universe on his shoulders. He isn’t perfect, he lashes out, he gets angry, he gets scared, he gets frustrated and he gets irrational and attacks without justification. But he still serves as a fantastic roll model for all children and for anyone who watches the show. He stands as a paragon of heroes because despite his limitations and his traumas he still leads effortlessly, he still manages to stay strong despite his demons, he still is moving despite all of what life has thrown at him and that is truly amazing. 

I don’t want Shiro to die, I don’t want Shiro to be replaced in Season 3. I don’t want him to just serve as a plot device to advance Keith and Lance, I love the show because Shiro has inspired me to keep on fighting, to go out and be great, to not be scared of what might happen, because fear will inhibit me from doing something great. 

I want Shiro to live. I want Shiro to keep on living, I want Shiro to decompress and to cry, to prove to the viewers that its okay to break down, I want Shiro to overcome his demons, I want Voltron to win with Shiro at the helm, I want Shiro to make it back to earth, Alive. I want Shiro to survive. 

Office-mate who loves CNN but doesn't understand how televisions work is destroyed by that which she loves most.

I work in a small office with only 6 people. The way the office is broken up I share my office with another person, so we’re essentially facing each other. It’s away from the other offices, so we’re kind of left to our own devices. I’ve been working here for about three years now, and have always gotten along with my office-mate. My old office-mate left to start a family, so I’ve been alone for a bit before they hired Marge.

Marge is what you’d find if you googled “worst office-mate.” She brings in smelly food she eats at her desk, she plays loud music in our shared space (even after being asked not to), she fights with the boss on every little thing, she’s nosy (always asking me where I’ve been when I walk back into the office, and I’ve literally caught her listening in at the bosses door). She asks me invasive questions, and when I finally snapped at her to mind her own business she acted like I’d personally assaulted her.

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sound the drums of war

okay so i’ve gotten a lot of requests to do a retold fairytale about pocahontas, which is a really reasonable thing to request since i’ve done so many retold tales about disney movies, but here’s the thing

pocahontas the movie is easily one the most messed up things that modern media has ever produced, and i’ll belt out color of the wind like nobody’s business, but that doesn’t change the fact that disney took a history about lying, abduction, rape, and torture and … turned it into a love story. which. what. who thought that was a good idea???

so. look. this is the only retold fairytale i have in me for pocahontas. i know it’s not what anyone who requested this actually wanted, so. sorry.

we’ll keep disney’s aged up premise and characters, because the truth is just too sad to touch at all. we’ll keep pocahontas as her name, because it wasn’t her real name (her real name was matoaka).

okay here we go

we have pocahontas, the young daughter of chief powhatan. she is spirited and flighty, having no fear of jumping off waterfalls or any other manner of dangerous things. what does she fear? growing up, responsibility, having to be a grown woman in her tribe and all that that entails, of being forced into a marriage she doesn’t want.

she grew up with kokoum, she knows him, he is a good man and a strong man, he will provide for her everything she could need or want – but she doesn’t think that’s a good enough reason to marry him. he’s a good leader, he’ll probably be elected to replace her father when the time comes, and she will move on from being the daughter of the chief to the wife of the chief.

something in her rankles at being the daughter of, the wife of, to being just ‘of’ anything.

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So here’s the thing.

I love the ‘Viktor lives an extravagant lifestyle and wants to shower Yuuri in rich things’ headcanon as much as the next person. I think it stems from my working class fantasies of someday marrying someone who wants to love and support me unconditionally both emotionally and financially. But who doesn’t.

That being said, I see a lot of people portraying Viktor as sitting down with Yuuri in the planning process for their wedding (And for the rest of their lives) and saying things like Ten-tier wedding cake celebrity chef catering Armani tuxes white doves all-rose centerpieces g o l d and all I can imagine–and, granted, this is just my personal view of Yuuri as a character; Yuuri who I over-identify with on a good day–is Yuuri sitting there and going HOLY! SHIT! and completely shutting down.

And maybe this is how Viktor starts off as. Viktor probably comes from money originally, and we as a fandom have discussed this to kingdom come. We’ve also concluded that even if your personal headcanon is Viktor achieving his own wealth, he’s…well, wealthy. This is more or less canon at this point. Viktor is, perhaps not necessarily The One Percent, but definitely high upper middle class, and definitely not afraid to show it.

And he’s good! So good! He’s genuine with it, he wants to spend all of his money on his fiance and his dog and their wedding and the life they’re going to build together! He wants to buy a big place to live, a house or a condo he doesn’t care, and fill it with family and love!

But Yuuri doesn’t come from wealth. He comes from a family that probably sometimes struggled to pay bills. Sometimes, he probably sat in his bedroom and listened to his parents decide whether they were going to get the car fixed, or replace the washing machine, because they couldn’t afford to do both at the same time. I have this idea that Toshiya probably got a second job to pay for Yuuri’s ballet and ice skating lessons, and that it’s probably something Yuuri felt very bad about–and still does to a certain extent.

And he’s paying them back, now. He’s winning, sometimes, and whatever he doesn’t need to feed himself goes straight back home. But then he gets engaged to literally the most successful figure skater in the history of forever.

And maybe sometimes he can’t deal?

I think that Viktor is the kind of person who would realize fairly quickly that Yuuri is uncomfortable with grant displays. Yuuri is the kind of person who doesn’t like PDA; he doesn’t hug his parents after five years away because it’s just not what’s done in his culture. Of course he would be uncomfortable with sitting next to his fiance with the wedding planner while the words filet mignon dinner come out of his mouth.

And I think it would come out to something like this: Viktor realizes that it isn’t the size or extravagance of the wedding that he wants to badly, but the symbolism. He wants something beautiful. Something lovely, and intricate, and full of meaning. Viktor has been confusing expense with significance his entire life, and I think that this is the moment where he realizes that that’s not the case.

And yes, some of those elements are expensive. Blue rose aren’t cheap, and neither is champagne. But Makkachin is well-trained and only has to be pointed in the right direction to bring them their rings–and he works for liver treats. And Phichit is a wonderful photographer for a man whose major played a background role to his skating career. And the day Viktor and Yuuri asked Hiroko and Toshiya Katsuki if they could have their wedding at the Onsen was the day that Viktor realized, truly realized, that he had gained not only a lover, a life partner, but a family. 

It’s not the wedding Viktor imagined–except, it was never going to be, because Viktor doesn’t think he ever quite imagined getting married to someone. 

Of course, the fact that Viktor spent well over their honeymoon budget is…something that Yuuri supposes he can tolerate.

anonymous asked:

Jily AU: Your photos keep showing up on my iPhone, and the internet helped me track you down. Now we’re kind of celebrities, and also I think you’re hot. (Inspired by "I Followed My Stolen iPhone Across The World, Became A Celebrity In China, And Found A Friend For Life" on Buzzfeed)

The article can be found here. I recommend it. It’s a wild ride. Some liberties were taken with the prompt. 

Because James is a fucking idiot, his phone gets stolen.

He knows he’s a rowdy drunk and he knows the three word mantra any university student needs when they go out (‘phone-cash-keys’) but Sirius has bet that he can take more Jägerbombs than James and he’s never been able to back down from a challenge. He doesn’t even think twice about whether his phone is in the pocket of his jeans or his coat, the latter of which he leaves at the table. He swears Peter is sitting there when he leaves, but when he comes back ten minutes later and a whole lot dizzier, the table is empty, coat and all.

He and Sirius find Peter later, crouched over a toilet and heaving with Remus patting his back. James has the decency to wait until his friend is done vomiting to ask, “Pete, d’you have my phone?”

If possible, Peter gets greener. “Sorry,” is all he gets out before shaking his head and clutching his stomach.

Peter ends up feeling worse about the whole thing than James does. James is upset to have lost all his pictures and apps, and he’s livid at the wanker who decided to grab his phone, but ultimately, he can afford a new phone and he can take new pictures, so in a few months he’ll likely get over it. But Peter insists that because James left his phone with him, it’s Peter who owes him a new one.

James attempts to refuse. Peter doesn’t have the kind of money to replace his phone, and James isn’t about to put that on him.

“My friend Dung knows how to get an iPhone for dirt cheap,” Peter claims, and reluctantly, James agrees.

And so it begins.

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so, my buddy littledivinity and i have been talking beauty & the beast a lot, because ‘tis the season, and we somehow stumbled upon the idea of the story being told about a middle aged belle and the beast instead of youngins, and how that would make the story even more resonant.

and then just now i randomly thought, “what if nicole kidman and ewan mcgregor starred in such a film?”, because my soul needs nicole kidman and ewan mcgregor to fall in love again on a movie screen like it needs few other things in this life. plus, you know, musical, bright colors, awesomeness, hurrah!

and then i thought, ‘but wait, actually, what i really want in this life, even more than brightly colored musicals, is more lowkey and lovely fairytale movies like exquisite and incomparable 1998 masterpiece ever after

and just picture it!

nicole kidman is the longtime spinster school teacher who lives in a quaint vaguely magical 19th century-esque country village, but she’s a badass teacher who exposes her students to different philosophies of thought and probably takes them outside for nature studies and calisthenics. (so, basically, miss stacy from anne of green gables.) the school board hates her, probably, and is very suspicious of what kind of IDEAS she’s filling the local kids’ heads with (why does she keep saying it’s okay for girls not to want to be wives and mothers, or that it’s all right for boys to cry???? is it possible that she is A WITCH???), but her parents were very well regarded in the town when they were still alive and so that bought her some respect for awhile. but there’s a new fancy schmancy family with school aged kids in town, and they’re extremely disapproving of miss nicole, and trying to find a way to oust her as schoolteacher and replace her with a man who is probably very similar in temperament to mr. collins from pride & prejudice. a man who will put patriarchal gender roles back into childhood education!

meanwhile, ewan mcgregor is a grumpy old hermit duke or something who once had great wealth and privilege but has fallen into disrepair. maybe someone cursed (magically? complicated vengeance-ly, a la the count of monte cristo? who knows) his family long ago due to their shady rich people business dealings, and his father killed himself to escape the scandal and his mother died of heartbreak and his fiancee who he thought loved him steadfastly dumped him to marry another, and now ewan’s the last surviving member of his once-great family and he just lives alone this grand old manor house that has gone totally to seed. he isn’t an actual beast, because it seems like in this day and age that’s going to require levels of CGI that my quaint b&tb retelling movie just don’t need, but let’s say that he’s quite unshaven and dirty and generally off-putting and he sometimes ventures out into the forest that separates his estate from the village, but is never seen actually frequenting the village. there are abundant rumors that the forest and manor house are haunted by a beast/ghost/warlock/vampire (how does he SURVIVE if he doesn’t come to the weekly market for food???), and everyone knows you don’t go there. also, people like to gossip a ton about his family and the scandal even though it was decades ago and they all dead. because people suck.

so one night, some of nicole’s rowdy teen pupils maybe steal some wine from one of their parents’ liquor cabinets and venture into the woods and dare each other to go past the gate of his manor house, and he catches them at it and gets HELLA PISSED @ THESE UPPITY HOOLIGANS INVADING HIS PROPERTY. kids today!!!!!!!!! he probably locks them in the stables so he can deliver them a 5 hour lecture on why they suck, and also why all of humanity sucks. which isn’t the worst fate ever, but, like, he kind of looks like a straight up crazy ax murderer (crazy hair! crazy beard! tattered clothes! definitely hasn’t bathed this month!!!), so there’s some serious panic in the hearts of these kids.

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Halo 5 Helmet Redesigns

A little project I’ve had in the works since the end of inktober.

There is a ton of criticism I have for the game, but one thing that’s bothered me a lot is the design of the Gen 2 armor variants and helmets. 

Many of them just didn’t look like Spartan armor anymore. By all means excellent designs by themselves, they weren’t really the best fit for Halo. This was probably to support differentiation of rewards in the card pack system in the game, but from an in-universe standpoint it makes no sense to me. 

Although it’s stated that production of power armor has been opened up to the private sector as well, there is something to be said about having compatible standards, especially in a military context and even more so when the people wearing these suits regularly get into extremely hazardous situations where damage to their armor is likely an replacements need to be made. Worse, Spartans often operate behind enemy lines without easy access to maintenance and having wildly different designs seems like a bad recipe for field repairs.

So that’s one thing I tried to do as a design exercise with this and create a more uniform look while keeping the icons that make the helmets unique: Where possible, all helmets share the same neck seal and neural interface port and a more straightforward visor. (Don’t get me started on Seeker.)

Variants where the main difference is some sort of add-on tech or visor have been redesigned to have one baseline frame with these additions on top (like back in Reach). 

Variants that were really similar in design (think EVA and Orbital) have been condensed into one.

Some helmets have been ignored entirely and ones with super-gimmicky designs (hello Warmaster) have been dialed back.

Armor designs will follow once I figure those out.

it ain't me // dylan o'brien

Summary: Dylan doesn’t realize how much he loves Y/N until it’s too late

Requested: no, based off of this song

Pairing: Dylan & Y/N

Warning: yes, mature language, themes and smut

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The envelope had remained untouched on the counter for nearly a week.

Every time he looked at the stupid piece of white paper an immense pain clouded over him like he lived in Seattle and there was no chance of him ever seeing the sun again.

The only thing she had left behind was the letter and a cardboard box with his name scribbled across the front in her messy handwriting.

The two objects had been taunting him for the past week, surely collecting dust by now.

As he took another sip from the bottle clutched tightly in his hand, the cool amber liquid provided him with a small amount of relief he was craving.

Extending his legs onto the coffee table, he squinted his eyes as he flipped through the channels, the only source of light in his dark apartment being that of the muted television he had been staring at for the past 3 days.

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Leonard McCoy x Reader

1,666 words

Beta: @trekken81

Triggers: None, but if you find something that should be tagged let me know

Soulmate AU: You thought you were one of the few people born without a soulmate until Jim’s meddling and the touch of a Doctor prove you wrong.

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False implicatures and plausible deniability

In our episode on the linguistics of propaganda, we talked a lot about how false implicatures can bend the truth just enough to sneak misconceptions into people’s heads, without them even necessarily realizing it. These are sentences where we imply something that isn’t true, without coming out and saying it overtly. But while we’ve touched on the topic of indirect speech before, we haven’t spent much time talking about why we do it. That is, why don’t we always just say what we mean, instead of risking a garbled message?

To get at an answer, let’s consider a few different uses we’ve got for indirect speech, and then see if we can figure out what they’ve got in common. Imagine, first, that you were out on a date, and as the evening winds down, you want things to move in a more romantic direction. Would you come right out and say it? Well, some of us might. But chances are that many would take a much more gentle approach — say, by asking if the other party wanted to come over to their place for coffee, or maybe to Netflix and chill.

Or let’s say you were driving a bit too fast, got pulled over, and were pretty sure you were about to get a ticket for a few hundred dollars that you really can’t afford. But let’s say you happened to have $50 on hand, and you’re feeling just brave enough to give a bit of bribery a go (NB: The Ling Space does not condone bribery). Would you move right to “I’ll give you money if you let me go”? Probably not, if you have any intention of staying out of jail. You’d likely try to be at least a little sly about it — maybe wondering aloud if the problem can’t be “taken care of here.”

Or picture the old cliché of a mobster extorting protection money from some local business, under penalty of violence. Since explicit threats are often illegal, but the enforcer still needs to get their message across, euphemistic speech ends up a vital part of their criminal enterprise. Phrases like “It’d be a shame if something happened to this fine establishment” replace outright intimidation, though the message remains the same.

In each of these cases, the speaker is affording themselves plausible deniability. Trying to move a new relationship (or even an old one) in a different direction can be potentially awkward, especially if the other party isn’t as interested as you. But if you play your cards close enough to the chest, and things go awry, you can always deny you were talking about anything more than coffee, or a night spent binge-watching the latest season of House of Cards.

And since bribing an officer is against the law, but might get you out of paying a hefty fine if they happen not to be the most honest cop in the land, the indirect approach lets you test the waters without committing yourself one way or the other. If they catch your drift, everybody leaves happy; if they don’t, well, you can hardly be found guilty for someone else misunderstanding your otherwise unimpeachable character! (More generally, shifting from one relationship type to another, like from one rooted in dominance to one that’s more transactional, can lead to tension, which is why bribing the maitre d’ for a better table can seem just as nerve-wracking, even if it’s not a crime.)

As for that threat: it might be hard getting something so weaselly to stick in court. On the face of it, after all, it really would be a shame if something happened! And they can always claim they were just expressing genuine concern, as laughable as that might seem.

And, so, indirect speech — and by extension plausible deniability — has many uses, both amongst those in positions of power, and those with none. Though paradoxical on the face of it, it can provide avenues for authoritarians to obtain and maintain control,* while protecting the powerless when all other exits are blocked.**

It’s fair to ask, though, why bribes and threats and the like that are so thinly veiled should work at all. Doesn’t everybody know what ‘Netflix and chill’ means by now? And is the mob really fooling anyone with their supposed concern for the well-being of the community? The secret lies in a concept we’ve spent some time picking apart already: mutual knowledge, otherwise known as common ground.

Mutual knowledge refers to the knowledge that exists between two or more speakers — not simply what both of them know, but what each of them knows the other one knows (and what each of them knows the other one knows the other knows, and so on). So while the intent of asking a partner over for coffee might seem obvious to both parties involved, because the invitation was indirect, there’s enough mutual doubt should either one decide to back out. If the answer is “no thanks,” embarrassment is saved, and everyone can go along pretending nothing ever happened. The possibility that either speaker doesn’t understand what just took place is small, but when we start asking whether each of them knows whether the other knows what happened, or knows that they know that they know, uncertainties multiply unbounded.

What indirect speech really does, then, is keep things off the record. While the information implicated by someone might be clear as day to anyone within earshot, that information manages not to work its way into the common ground. And, so, unlike base assertions, which fall square into the vessel of mutual knowledge we carry between us in any given conversation, implicatures float around just out of our reach — visible to everyone, but ephemeral enough for us to pretend they don’t even exist, if and when we need to.

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Here's a thought for you, when Shiro comes back from wherever he vanished to, for him it's only been like an hour but for everyone else it's been like five years or maybe even a decade?

:3   I like a decade.


Immediately after stepping out of the Black Lion, something felt wrong.

Something was different.

Shiro stood in place, helmet on his lip until it clicked.  The hangar was rearranged.

Not that it had a lot of things in it already, but there was some equipment on the walls and shelving, and it was either switched out or moved around.

An odd thing to do, while he was flying around Zarkon.  Shiro found himself a little irritated at the idea - he was the one who used those tools most, after all, and someone else messing with it made him antsy.  But he shook that off.  It wasn’t like Shiro owned any of it, and Allura and Coran had every right to move it around as they pleased.

That settled, Shiro walked back out, head tilted.  Was he the first one back, somehow?  He didn’t remember anything after passing out during that battle until he woke up in the Black Lion, hungry and cold but otherwise intact.  Maybe Black had flown him back and he had just woken quickly?  

Shiro put his helmet back on, listening for the inevitable post-battle chatter, at least from Allura and Coran.

Nothing.

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Something silly that I learned today on the way back home.

So, you guys remember this video, right?

This amazing claymation was made to promote the new DOOM game, and it featured an original character from Lee Hardcastle playing the part of Doomguy.

This is more or less the same character that was born after one of Hardcastle’s most famous claymations - Pingu’s The Thing, was taken down and had to redo the entire thing without any references to Pingu.

So there is probably an alternate universe where Pingu might as well had been wearing the Praetor Suit all along, just replace the “mew, mew” with “noot, noot"s

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Noot Like Hell.

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GoT men giving their most valuable possession to their lady-loves - in place of their hearts.


Jonsalocking (yes, I’m going to use this term from now on) Tinfoil - feel free to delete this part for the *aestethic* or whatever.

If we see their respective “gifts” (Jaime’s valyrian sword, Tyrion’s council,Jon’s trust in leaving Sansa in charge) as a metaphor for their love, or rather the next best thing to their love, don’t you notice an interesting difference?  

Tyrion is obviously smitten with Dany, but he doesn’t believe that she would ever love a man like him. There also is the issue of sleeping with your boss, though I don’t think that would be such a big problem. So he offers his council instead, for now and always. Maybe she will never reciprocate his love, maybe his council will have to be enough for now and always. (Really like this pairing though, wish something would happen. Don’t get me wrong.)

Jaime is in love with Brienne, but he is in a rather, complicated, toxic relationship with his twin-sister, making it impossible for him to actually pursue any kind of romance with her. They are also standing on opposite sides of a war, so … not the best place to start. Again, the word “always” is used. Oathkeeper, the embodiement of his respect and admiration for Brienne, will never be replaced with true love. (Like this pairing as well, really wish that ~something~ would happen.)

Jon has fallen heart over heels for Sansa, he (probably) just doesn’t realize it yet and since, you know, he believes she’s his sister, no romantic endavours here neither. Yet. What will be different once “he returns”? Both of them will know about R+L=J by then. Moving the only real obstacle for a romantic relationship out of the way … There still is the chance to replace “the north” with “his heart”. To make it more clear:

What do you all think? Look at his face, he could be totally saying that. “When I come back from the war babe, I’ll marry you. Just give me some time.”

Elevator [Taehyung Smut]

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COUNT → 6501

GENRE → Smut//Fluff

PAIRING → Taehyung/Reader

SUMMARY:  You got stuck in an elevator with a stranger boy who claims his name is Vante. You know he is lying, but he is funny and extremely hot, so you let it pass.

N/A: This is completely inspired by real events, but the lucky person was my sister’s friend, and the boy was a French dude.


You were going to a party, not willingly, but you were going.

You repeated that statement a couple of times while you checked yourself on the mirror, its’ve been a long time since you attended to a party, maybe since you were in high school and you were nervous. Parties were never your forte and it didn’t matter if the last party you went was many years ago, you still didn’t feel comfortable. But your best friend was asking you to go, and you couldn’t deny her that.

You checked yourself once again in the mirror, impressed by how good you looked, but maybe it had to do with the lights of the hotel room. For some reason hotel’s lights were always too good and unrealistic. The hotel you were staying was even more impressive, and the only reason you were staying in there was because your boss payed for it. You were staying for three nights in a city far away from home (business affairs), a city where your best friend moved last year and that’s why reject her wasn’t an option.

You sighed. Now or never. The worst that could happen was being ignored for the rest of the night and by consequence you’ll be alone the rest of the party. Not a big deal. Right?

Bestie : Are you coming? [9:37]

That was your cue to accept the reality you were living. You texted her quickly telling her you were on your way and left the hotel room heading to the elevator. Thankfully it was empty since the sight of you on the mirror made you uncomfortable, the lights were too strong and you could see your reflection on the mirror of the elevator. The dress looked way better under the lights of your room, you decided.

The door of the elevator opened and a boy got inside, he was wearing tight black jeans and a white sweatshirt, his face was half covered by the hood but still you consciously pulled the hem of your dress down. Not that he was looking at you, he pushed a button that led him to the gym floor and stood with his back to you.

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Andreil Quits Smoking

so i somehow messed up answering your ask directly, but this was requested by @vexingcosmos! i’m sorry it took me forever, but i actually did some research because i know NOTHING about smoking. also, this got long. like…really long. 


  • it began as most things do, where the Foxes are concerned: with a bet
  • it’s a Friday night and the Monsters have come to Columbia, and for once, the upperclassmen were allowed to come along
  • Matt’s birthday was on Wednesday, and he just wants to hang out with his best friend and favorite human Neil okay let him live
  • so Neil *asked* Andrew and well…we all know how that goes
  • the whole gang is having a grand ol’ time
    • Aaron, Nicky, Allison, and Dan have been on the dance floor practically since the second they walked into Eden’s
    • Allison dragged a reluctant Renee out to join them within the first hour, and this girl can DANCE don’t fight me on this 
    • Kevin has been drunk since before they even left Sweetie’s (snuck in a flask, the little troublemaker)
    • he’s so far gone that he couldn’t even tell you who the first striker in Exy history to reach 1,000 goals was. he may or may not be aware that he is swaying.
    • Matt has been hanging out at the table with Neil and a rather annoyed Andrew
  • Matt has convinced Neil to take way too many shots for his tiny body to handle, but Andrew is there, so he’s trying not to worry about it 
  • sometime around the seventh shot, the rest of the gang makes their way over to the table
  • Andrew’s hand is on Neil’s thigh, and his pointer finger has been tapping incessantly for the past twenty minutes
    • and Neil can only take so much, even from Andrew
    • he stares at Andrew as subtly as he can (i.e. not very) in an effort to catch his attention
  • Andrew eventually drags his gaze over to Neil and lazily cocks his head to the side, as if to say what could you possibly want at this moment in time, Neil
    • Neil looks pointedly to Andrew’s hand and then jerks his head towards the exit
  • Neil is, of course, very unsubtle with all of this
    • Kevin turns to stare at them and says, in a barely intelligible voice, “if you’re gonna hook up, you could at least wait until we’re back at the house and i’m passed tf out”
    • Nicky laughs and says, “aww Kev c’mon, let the munchkins have playtime whenever they want”
  • Andrew is about to turn his whiskey glass into a weapon for the munchkin comment when Aaron suddenly pipes in
    • “nah, Andrew needs to take care of his other habit”
    • it is now very quiet in their group of normally very loud people
  • everyone looks to Aaron for him to clue them in on what he means
    • everyone except Renee, who has silently moved closer to Andrew just in case he really does decide to use that whiskey glass
  • Aaron continues: “you know what smoking does to your body over time, right? i assume i don’t need to go all Bill Nye on your ass and draw you a picture”
    • Aaron becomes Dr. Minyard when he is very drunk. trust me.
    • Andrew doesn’t say anything, just stares at Aaron. is he even blinking? probably not
  • “who am i kidding. you don’t care. you’ll just let this ruin you. i bet you couldn’t quit even if you tried” 
  • that gets everyone’s attention
    • Nicky: “did he just say the B word”
    • Allison: “looks like it’s that time again where i get even richer”
    • Matt, softly: “oh shit”
  • Neil is about to jump in and open up a can of whoop ass on Aaron when Andrew’s steady voice comes from beside him
  • “fine”
  • everyone, collectively: “WHAT”
  • Andrew rolls his eyes. “fine. i bet that i can quit completely within a week”
    • complete silence. everyone just stares. shock. disbelief. 
  • Andrew gets up and starts heading towards the exit, dragging Neil along with him 

********

  • Neil decides to join Andrew in Operation Quit Smoking
  • but two days into it, they’re both at their wits end
  • they definitely aren’t about try anything medication-related, for obvious reasons
  • after doing a bit of research related to natural methods like adding more of certain vitamins into your diet, Neil confronts Andrew
    • “you know we have to. we don’t have another choice”
    • “fuck you, i’m not doing that”
    • “Andrew. it’s our last option.”
    • [after a long, defeated sigh] “fine. but you have to ask him”
  • so Neil does the one thing he wished he’d never have to do with anything that isn’t Exy
  • he asks Kevin to help
  • when they wake up the next day, Kevin has printed out color-coded meal plans for both Andrew and Neil
    • Andrew Minyard does not cry. But let me tell you. Looking at that list of food options…it was an extremely close call.
    • on every single day, the breakfast item was a green smoothie
    • Andrew thought he’d rather just pay the entire $500 betting pool off himself
  • but Neil. precious, precious Neil. tells Andrew that they can definitely do it, and wouldn’t it be great to prove Aaron wrong and make him lose money that he probably would have spent on Katelyn?
  • so they pull themselves up by their metaphorical bootstraps and follow all of Kevin’s rules. every. single. one. 
  • halfway to their deadline, Andrew finally wants to kill everyone slightly less than he did yesterday. he marks this as massive progress. 
  • Neil didn’t really smoke in the first place, but he’s still having trouble finding something to replace that feeling he gets from the smell
    • he’ll be okay without it, he thinks. he has Andrew to keep him steady, to ground him when he feels like he could float away from reality for good
  • by the following Friday, the Foxes have gathered in the girls’ room to hear the final word and settle their bets
  • Kevin has become the official referee of this particular bet
  • everyone waits in suspense, heartbeats flying at the thought of all the cash they are either about to lose or gain
  • Kevin takes his role seriously, as he does everything else
  • “i declare that, as of this day at 4:27 pm, Andrew and Neil have gone three consecutive days without one cigarette. i predict that they will be able to continue resisting, if they keep following my suggested guidelines”
    • the last bit is said with a hard look at Neil and Andrew. of course.
    • Allison, Matt, and Dan don’t try to hide the smug looks on their faces as Aaron and Nicky hand over entirely too much for a bunch of college students to bet with
    • Renee chose not to participate, but her new bruises say that she’s been helping Andrew cope all week
    • Aaron grudgingly looks back to Andrew, holding out his hand with his share of the winnings
    • Andrew just stares at him. blinks. turns around and walks out the door. 
  • Neil edges out of the room to follow him up to the roof while everyone is arguing over who gets Andrew’s share, since he’s obviously not taking it
  • Neil reaches Andrew and sits beside him with their shoulders touching
  • they’re looking out over campus when Neil turns to Andrew
  • “i’m proud of you”
  • Neil gets a disgusted scoff and a hand pushing his face away in return
  • “you’re still a junkie”

anonymous asked:

Mermaid au Shownu please?? I love how well you write Monsta X, especially Shownu and Wonho! (I also wanted to request Wonho but I didn't want to overwhelm you bc I know you said you worry abt the way you write him but I really think you do him the most justice as a writer ❤️❤️❤️ feel free to do either or both if the inspiration strikes! Love you and your writing so much!!) 😊

i actually have an idea for shownu,,,it’s a little bit more angsty than what i usually write, but i hope u like it!! ill write wonho soon too~~
find mermaid!minyhuk (here) & mermaid!kihyun (here

  • you’ve been working as a lab assistant to a group of marine biologists for almost a month when you overhear that finally,,,,,,the scientists have caught a mermaid
  • and at first you don’t believe,,,,,,,,a mermaid??? do those even exist??? but everyone in the lab is in an uproar about it that you assume,,,,it has to be true
  • and a couple of days later the big tank in one of the labs is apparently home to the newest experiment and when you go over the room is packed with scientists, interns, assistants, divers,,,,,,
  • and you can barely see the mermaid but you catch a glimpse of the huge tail as he swims by and everyone is chatting about how BIG he is,,,how he must have swam too close to the shore or something
  • but since you can’t see anything you just decide to leave it at that,,,,,but something feels weird,,,,,,
  • thankfully the scientists trust you enough to close up every now and then so after most of them have gone home you sneak carefully into lab room 3 where the tank is clear ocean water,,,,, and you see him,,,,,,
  •  and he’s nothing like what you read about in fantasy books,,,,no scary gills or yellow eyes,,,,,,,he’s,,,,,beautiful??
  • and the closer you get the more you see ,,,, the toned upper body,,,,which makes sense he swims to stay alive,,,,but also the pretty emerald color scales on his tail,,,that shimmer whenever the lights in the lab reflect into the water
  • and even in the water it’s obvious that his skin is slightly golden,,,,,and in his ears u can see earrings,,,,pearls,,,, and you’re so caught up that you don’t even notice that you’ve come so close to the glass
  • and when you put ur hand on it he finally seems to notice you,,,,whipping around in the water and swimming toward you
  • so fast that you even jump back a bit,,,,but his face oh god,,,up close ,,,,, you swear no man you’ve ever seen has looked like,,,,,,That
  • but even though he’s so big,,,his broad shoulder and handsome face,,,there’s fear in his eyes and you can’t really read lips all that well but he’s saying something 
  • cautiously you get closer to the glass and you’re like ??? pointing to your ears and trying to motion that you can’t hear
  • so he slows down and you can make out the words : where am i
  • and you look around,,,hurriedly finding a notepad and scribbling down ‘laboratory’ showing it to the boy and the fear in is eyes gets even deeper
  • so you change the subject and write ‘what’s your name?’ turning to show it to him and ,,,,, he hesitates,,,, but slowly says it and you focus on his lips 
  • “shownu?”
  • and you write down ur own name and show it to him,,,,,but u can see he still isn’t settled so u add ‘they’re not going to hurt you here. they just want to look at you because we’ve never seen mermaids before’
  • and shownu suddenly puts his hand against the glass and you turn around because you hear footsteps and you duck under a nearby desk
  • when two scientists walk in,,,chatting about how they forgot their IDs but also,,,,,about some experiments they’d like to perform on the ‘mermaid’,,,,,take samples from his gills,,,,,,maybe do some other procedures
  • and when they’re gone,,,,,you can see that shownu has retreated to the back of the tank,,,,,and u feel,,,,,horrible
  • because as much as you’d thought there was something good about discovering mermaids,,,,,was there really if the scientist forgot that even with his body?? shownu,,,,is still a person,,,,,
  • and you don’t know why but you can’t think of anything else but that you have to get shownu out of there
  • and you get up to leave but hear a knocking on the tank,,,turning around to see him there,,,,,,so powerful and strong but also,,,,trapped
  • and you motion that you have to go but you smile and somehow,,,,shownu understands what you mean
  • and for the next week you see shownu,,,,being ogled by the scientists,,,,the poor boy has an identification tag clipped to his fin and on the daily you see blood samples, scales, and more being taken from him
  • and you realize that there are stairs the scientists use to get to the top of the tank and finally,,,when its ur turn to lock up again u visit shownu except you motion for him to swim to the top
  • and as you go up the stairs,,,,the surface of the water in the tank comes into view and suddenly shownu swims toward it,, head poking out as he throws his wet hair out of his face and shakes off the droplets that run down his neck
  • and once again ur mesmerized by his beauty,,,,,but u shake it off to and kneel down to the edge so you can speak with him and you’re like “i want to get you out,,,,but it’s going to be hard,,,,,” and shownu nods,,,not saying much and you bite back your lip and you’re like
  • “they’ll probably be transporting you to another bigger lab soon,,,when they put you in the smaller tank on wheels i might be able to get you out then,,,,the ocean is really close by,,,,”
  • shownu reaches out,,,and you look at his hand,,,,worried but you put yours in it and he looks at you,,,,,,,,,
  • eyes a dark,,,,beautiful brown and you hear him for the first time 
  • “ill trust you.”
  • his voice,,,is softer than his appearance,,,,but it makes your heartbeat and shownu seems to sense the rise of heat in your body because he makes a concerned expression that you just play off with laughter and ur like!!!! i,,,thank u ill do my best,,,,,ill be back tomorrow!!!
  • and you get up,,,,slightly stumbling in embarrassment of blushing in front of a mermaid you met a WEEK ago
  • but shownu swims down toward the glass as you leave the lab and with a wave you say goodbye
  • another weeks goes by and every evening you try and sneak in to see how shownu is doing,,,it’s obvious not being in the actual ocean where his family and friends are is hurting him
  • and you try to find out when they’ll be transporting him
  • and the day comes,,,finally and luckily some of the scientist tell you to wheel the tank down the hall to where the other assistants will take over and you agree
  • lifting the lid slightly as shownu sits,,,cramped in the space,,,tail scrunched up and big shoulders threatening to burst the damn glass 
  • and youre like “shownu,,,im going to get you out of here!” and even though he doesn’t reply,,,you see him turn his head and smile,,,,,so cutely,,,,,,,
  • and so instead of going down the hall you wheel him toward the back door of the lab,,,,which has a ramp thankfully and you’re shaking in fear that someone will notice but it’s only until you’re at the dock where the scientists come in on their boats that you hear the alarm 
  • and as quickly as possible you try to tip over the tank,,,but shownu is heavy and big and so you do what you can only think off,,,
  • with a running start you push the tank and the cart it’s on into the ocean,,,,, shownu seems to get the idea and as soon as it hits the water he pushes himself out,,,,,,,,and you can hear people shouting and they’re going to find you soon
  • but as you stand there on the dock,,,,frightened,,,, you feel someone grab your ankle and pull you down into the water
  • strong arms catch you,,,holding you tight to their chest and you hold your breathe as you go underwater,,,shownu swimming as fast as possible away from the dock 
  • and once you’re far out enough,,, and he makes sure to take into account that you can’t breath too long underwater,,, he swims back to the surface of the water and lets you go as you gulp for air and cough a bit,,,
  • and you can see that you’ve got to be at least a good 5 miles away from shore and you turn to shownu,,,,who has lost the fear in his eyes,,,,replaced instead with gentle concern as he reaches out but then stops,,,,,dropping his hand and sheepishly looking away
  • murmuring out,,,,are you ok? and you nod,,,,still a bit out of breath
  • but you smile and go “i think i can’t go back there,,,,they’ll probably know it was me,,,” and shownu gives you a slightly upset look,,,something between remorse,,,but also,,,,even with his big frame he reminds u of a puppy dog begging for forgiveness
  • and it makes you laugh and ur like “don’t worry,,,,i was just an assistant anyway,,,,but also,,,,,”
  • you look around and there’s nothing but ocean and you’re like “i need,,,,to get back to land,,,” and shownu nods, coming closer and scooping you back up into his arms
  • and ur like “wa-wa-wha-wait- wha-”
  • and once again you’re being held and shownu is swimming so fast,,,but this time ur not clutching your eyes closed in fear,,,, and it stings a little but the water passing by you two is so pretty and shownu,,,,is so big comfortable 
  • that you wish you’d be able to stay like this a bit longer,,,,but you do need air
  • and once you’re close enough to the shore to swim back on your own shownu bows his head and lets you go and says that he’s grateful you helped him
  • and you’re like “oh! one thing!”
  • and you duck underwater,, swimming and finding his fin,,,unclipping the ID and coming back to the surface holding it and you’re like “i don’t want it to bother you anymore,,,” and shownu ,,,,,,
  • seems shocked,,,,but his expression goes soft again,,,,and u swear u see him blush this time,,,, and he goes “,,,,do you visit the ocean often?”
  • and you shrug,,,saying that you probably won’t since you’ll have to quit at the lab,,,but then you stop yourself and look at him and go “but,,,,ill come by every now and then,,,,,,will i see you?”
  • and this time u see the blush,,, the way he puts up one hand to cover his mouth and nose,,,,,but he nods and u grin telling him you’d like him to take you swimming again 
  • but shownu catches you before you start your swim back and from around your neck he motions to your own ID and he’s like “m,,,may i?”
  • and you take it off,, passing it to him and he points to his ID that you’re holding and he’s like “to remember,,,,,me by.” and you’re like “yes, to remember you by.”
  • and you start swimming back,,,,shownu diving back toward the depths of the ocean,,, clutching your ID in his hand and bring it up once more to see the smiling photo of you,,,,,,the human that risked so much for him,,,,,,,(and that he finds immensely adorable) 
Office-mate who loves CNN but doesn't understand how televisions work is destroyed by that which she loves most

Hi! Long time lurker, first time poster. I told this story to my friend and she suggested I post it here, so here it is for your judgement/enjoyment!

I work in a small office with only 6 people. The way the office is broken up I share my office with another person, so we’re essentially facing each other. It’s away from the other offices, so we’re kind of left to our own devices. I’ve been working here for about three years now, and have always gotten along with my office-mate. My old office-mate left to start a family, so I’ve been alone for a bit before they hired Marge.

Marge is what you’d find if you googled “worst office-mate.” She brings in smelly food she eats at her desk, she plays loud music in our shared space (even after being asked not to), she fights with the boss on every little thing, she’s nosy (always asking me where I’ve been when I walk back into the office, and I’ve literally caught her listening in at the bosses door). She asks me invasive questions, and when I finally snapped at her to mind her own business she acted like I’d personally assaulted her.

She HATES Trump, which, I mean, everyone in this office does, but she feels the need to CONSTANTLY TALK ABOUT HIM. She is CONSTANTLY relating headlines and giving her commentary, it’s like we have CNN on at the office. I honestly wouldn’t find this so irksome if she didn’t call him a racist in one breath, and in the next lament that there “are not enough white doctors” in America. Whatever. I only bring this up because of what happens next.

Since she loves to be outraged by Trump she needs to watch CNN as much as possible. And again, I just want to point out that we’re ALL outraged by Trump, we just don’t talk about him constantly - and gleefully. It seems like she enjoys hating him. While WE are all sick about the racist shit happening across the country, it seems like SHE is enjoying the unrest, like she loves to be outraged. It seems inauthentic to me, and for whatever reason her attitude offends me.

Anyway, she needs to watch CNN. So, on her break she heads to the office break room which is shared by everyone in the building (like 300 companies). The TV is set by default to CNN but sometimes someone will change it. I noticed that, since she is electronic illiterate, she cannot figure out how to change the channels on the flat screen TV (she asked me for help but I told her I didn’t know how lol). I noticed that she got really upset one day when the TV wasn’t turned to CNN, and complained to the front desk reception (lol wut?) who dutifully sent the maintenance man up to change the damn channel.

Seriously.

So, since I am a petty person, I downloaded an app that can work as a universal remote. I synced it to the break room TV and, since I take my lunch before her, I’d switch it away from CNN from the comfort of my chair. No one is in the break room while I’m on lunch, so it’s not disruptive.

Every day I’d take my lunch, relax in the break room, and watch the nature channel. Every day Marge would demand that the maintenance man go up and switch the channel for her. I don’t know if they offered to “teach” her to change the channel, or if she’s just too stupid to figure it out from watching, or what, but every day she is upset, and every day she comes back from lunch complaining that “this whole office is against me.”

Heh.

This went on for a while. BUT, one fateful day I was heading to the bathroom when I heard a commotion coming from the first floor lobby. I wander over and look over the railing to see Marge squaring off with the girls at reception, yelling at the top of her lungs.

“I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU PEOPLE. CNN SHOULD BE ON AT ALL TIMES! THIS IS UNBELIEVABLE! I WANT TO SPEAK TO YOUR MANAGER!!!”

(Side note: she totally has the “I want to speak to your manager” haircut)

The poor girl at reception says something back, I can’t really hear since she spoke at a normal volume, but I think it was along the lines of “our maintenance person is busy” because Marge continues with:

“THIS IS UNBELIEVABLE! HE CAN’T GO UP FOR ONE SECOND TO TURN IT TO CNN?!?! THIS IS UNBELIEVABLE. YOU PEOPLE ARE INCOMPETENT AND RUDE!!”

She was yelling all sorts of things, some of which I can’t even remember. The gist of it was that Marge felt the staff of the office building was personally attacking her by not switching it to CNN on demand.

I get an idea and sprint back towards our office. I vault over a desk, skid around a corner, fling open our door, and compose myself before calmly walking by the bosses office, stopping in his doorway and tilting my head.

“Do you hear that?” I ask, innocently.

“What?” He asks, looking up from his work.

“That yelling - do you hear that?”

The boss gets up with a curious look on his face and I shrug and walk away. He walks out of the office and out onto the landing, just in time to witness Marge call a tearful receptionist an “incompetent idiot.” and “a stupid Mexican” (I know, she’s a racist pig, that’s part of why I’ve been messing with her).

Boss watches quietly for a minute before going back into his office. I sit down at my desk and get back to work. Soon, Marge storms in, still angry. She’s grumbling and visibly upset.

Boss calls her into his office. Meanwhile, the clock strikes 6 and I pack up to leave. I can hear muffled yelling coming from bosses office but it’s time to leave so I grab my stuff and head out.

The next morning I head to work and notice something is different right away. I walk into my office and see that everything that belonged to Marge has been cleared away.

She’d been fired. My boss bought the receptionist a bouquet of flowers to apologize and fired Marge. I’m told that she didn’t do much work anyway and they probably won’t replace her.

Now I not only am rid of the most hateful bitch I’ve ever know, but I have my office all to myself now.

I’m pretty pleased with myself, honestly. And my boss.

Edit: Maybe I shouldn’t have added the bit about Trump, but I thought it was important to show her hypocrisy as one of the reasons she’s deserving of petty justice. I didn’t mean for the comment section to focus on the politics of it or devolve into name-calling, though I probably should have guessed it.

Look, bottom line: There are shitty people who are democrats, and shitty people who are republicans. There are also great people who are democrats, and great people who are republicans. Marge was a shitty person who happened to be a democrat - this says nothing about anything other than that she is an awful, hypocritical person. If you’re using this to justify hating on democrats, or republicans, blindly, then you’re likely just as bad as Marge herself.

Family // FP & Jughead Jones

Request: Can you do a FP Jones x reader x Jughead Jones oneshot where the reader is FP’s gf for awhile & Jug has never liked the reader(you can make up why he don’t like her). When she gets prego w/ FP’s baby, Jug gets distant towards FP&everyone? When the reader is 9 mo, she goes into labor but FP isn’t there to be w/ her bc he’s in jail or something, so she begs for Jug to be there bc she doesn’t want to be alone. he gives in & he’s happy to meet his new baby sibling & calls reader mom? Fluff plz!

Pairing: FP Jones x girlfriend!reader, jughead jones x mom!reader

Words: 2053

Warnings: fluuuufffff, may kill u

A/n: y/b/n, is your baby’s name. Also, I hope y'all like this.

You pace the length of the trailer bathroom nervously, eyeing the piece of plastic on the counter every so often.

This is the most nervous you’ve felt in your whole life. While FP was asleep, you ran to the nearest drug store and picked up a pregnancy test. You had missed your period for two months now, and the first time you dismissed it as an irregularity because of your birth control. However, once the second month rolled around and there was still no blood, you knew something was up.

So here you are. You decided that you would wait until you knew for sure before scaring the shit out of FP. Come to think of it, you had no idea how he would react. The thought just made you more nervous.

Over a minute had passed, and you thought for sure that the pregnancy test must be done. You had placed it upside down on the toilet lid so you wouldn’t have to look at it. You picked it up, flipping it around …

All of the air was taken from you as you saw the two lines on the stick.

You were excited, but the uncertainty of FP’s reaction overshadowed it.

You take a deep breath, grabbing the stick and hiding it behind you. Walk out of the bathroom and toward the kitchen, and you smell freshly brewed coffee.

As you walk into the kitchen, you see FP’s back turned to you.

“Uh, FP,” your voice comes out weak.

He turns around,“Morning, baby. Coffee?” He notices your worried expression instantly,“Are you alright?”

You clear your throat, but then decide that you didn’t really need to talk. You brought the stick that was previously hidden behind your back into view, and FP’s eyes widen.

He doesn’t say anything, and you feel tears come to your eyes,“I’m pregnant, Forsythe.”

He still says nothing, and tears drop down your cheeks. He’s been staring at your stomach this whole time, but finally looks up at you,“Hey, why are you crying, doll? This is a good thing, right?”

“It is? I just didn’t know if you were ready or if you thought-”

His laughter cuts you off, and you send a confused expression. You were sitting here crying and he thinks this is funny?

“Baby, sweetheart. Of course we’re ready. I’ve got a job, you’ve got a job. We love each other. The next thing is, well, is this,” he says with a cheeky smile.

“Oh thank god,” you run up to him, encasing him in hug. You can’t hear the door open over your excitement.

“Hey, dad- whoa, sorry,” Jughead suddenly walks in, and looks away.

“Jug, its fine. We were just hugging,” you separate from FP, both of your mouths still smiling wide.

Jug turns back to you, him being the confused one now,“What’s with all the excitement?” But as soon as he finishes his sentence, he notices the stick you’re holding.

His face drops instantly,“Oh. You’re pregnant.”

“Wow, Jughead. Don’t sound so enthusiastic,” his dad retorts.

“So this is actually a thing. You’re not just replacing mom, but you’re trying to replace Jellybean too,” he says with a hard expression.

You open your mouth to say something, but decide it’s probably better if FP handled it.

“Jug, I’ve been with y/n for over a year. You have to accept this, and you have to accept your mom left me and doesn’t want to come back. I will love this child, but no more than I love you or Jellybean,” FP says with a hopeful look.

Jughead just shakes his head and exits the trailer.

***

After you had gotten pregnant, Jughead almost completely cut off ties with you and his father. He was even being distant toward his friends, but not on purpose.

You’re about seven months along, and you had just witnessed FP getting arrested for the murder of Jason Blossom. This murder case has put a damper on your mood throughout your pregnancy, with FP trying his hardest to keep your mind off of it. For you and the baby’s sake.

The news about FP being arrested hasn’t spread yet, so you decide it would be best for Jug to hear it from you. Even if he hates you.

After taking longer than what is normal to get your shoes on, you get in your car, making your way to Pop’s, the best place for you to search for Jughead.

When you arrive, you see through the glass hay Jughead is sitting with his three friends, like usual.

You walk into Pops, your eyes still red from crying when they took FP away.

Approaching the booth, Archie clears his throat and gets Jughead’s attention.

He looks up at you, previously smiling, but it drops when he realizes who it is.

“Can I talk to you Jug? It’s important, about your father,” you croak.

“You can tell me in front of them,” he says, sneering slightly.

“Uh, okay, if you insist,” he stays silent when you pause. “Okay, well. FP has just been arrested for the murder of Jason Blossom. I just thought you should be the first one to know.”

All four of the teens eye’s widen, and no one says anything until Betty speaks up,“Uh, thanks for telling us Y/n.”

You nod, exiting the diner. You almost wish you wouldn’t have told Jughead, and would’ve let him find it out for himself. But then he’d only hate you more.

*two months later*

“Well, looks like I’m having a baby,” you glance down at the floor in disgust at the pool of water between your legs.

You sigh, deciding that with contractions, it may not be the best to drive. So you decide the best way to go would be to call Fred Andrews, FP’s best friend.

You dial his number, waiting patiently for him to pick up the phone.

F: hello?

Y: hey, yeah, it’s y/n. My water just kind of broke, and I don’t think I’m in the best position to drive myself to the hospital.

F: oh. Oh! Oh shit! Yeah, I’ll be there in five. Just, uh, hang in there?

Y: yeah, sure. Just hurry, please.

You hang up your phone, grabbing a drawstring bag with some things you want to take to the hospital with you.

You walk out to the porch of the trailer barefoot (because honestly, you weren’t bending over at this point) and wait for Fred to pull up.

Once he does, he puts it in park and rushes up to you, helping you to the passenger side of his truck. There was no way in hell you were getting up there yourself.

Once you were both in the car and on the way to the hospital, a sudden wave of depression hit you. Hormones for one, and the fact that you knew FP wouldn’t be there for you.

You pull out your cellphone, scrolling to the only contact that would make sense to call. Jughead.

He doesn’t answer you, of course, but you leave a voicemail.

“Hey, Jug. I just wanted to let you know that I’m going into labor, and your dad can’t be with me so I was really, really hoping you would come and see your sibling be born. I know it may be a lot to ask. I’m begging you. I cannot do this alone. I know you hate me, but I’ve grown to love you. And I really hope I’ll see you in that hospital room.”

You hang up with a sigh, and you then realize that you’re at the hospital.

“He’s a good kid. I’m sure he’ll show up. You sure you’re alright on your own?” Feed questions.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. I do need help getting out of this truck though,” you say with a laugh.

***
“OH LORD HAVE MERCY IS IT COMING YET?” It’s an hour later, and you’re squirming in your hospital room. Contractions are bad, and you just wish this sucker would pop out already.

You reach for your phone, about to leave Jughead the fourth voicemail.

To your surprise, he picks up this time.

“Y/n, you’ve left me three voicemails. What could you possibly want from me that bad?” He questions, slightly agitated.

“Well, I’m currently contracting a lot, my water broke earlier. Soon I’ll be popping this child out of me, and I was really hoping you would be here with me because your father can’t.”

Before he can reply, you drop your phone as you grip the bed rails, another painful contraction coming on.

A nurse comes in,“Alright, Miss L/n, it’s time to go. Is anyone coming?”

“I think my step son might be coming, the baby’s brother, but I don’t know,” you squirm again.

“Alright, we’ll keep an eye out for him,” she replies and begins to push your bed to another room as a contraction comes on.

“SON OF A F-”

***

“Alright, get ready to push!” You look around nervously, not seeing Jughead.

He didn’t come. He hates you that much, that he’d skip out on seeing his little brother or sister born?

“Y/n, push!” You let out a deranged scream as you push again, feeling like you’re getting nowhere.

As the doctor tells you to push again, you feel a hand on yours.

You open your eyes, half expecting to see FP, but instead see Jughead.

You mouth a thank you to him as you’re commanded once again to push, and you scream in pain. You tighten your grip on Jughead’s hand as a reaction, and he grabs back. Maybe he doesn’t hate you so much after all.

You pushed and pushed with all your might, thinking that you were going to break Jughead’s hand.

“Young man, would you like to cut the umbilical cord?” Jughead looks back to you for approval and you nod your head with a smile. You see his eyes crinkle and know that he’s smiling too.

After the cord is cut, a nurse takes the baby momentarily to clean them off.

After a moment, the nurse walks over to you,“Here’s your beautiful baby girl.”

You hold her in your arms, tears rolling down your face from the extreme joy swelling in your chest.

“Hello, little y/b/n,” you say with a smile.

“Y/b/n? Let me guess, dad’s idea?” Jughead asks with a smile.

“Of course.”

***

After the baby (finally) was delivered, you and Jughead were sent back to your original hospital room.

The nurses said after they cleaned the baby and wrapped her up, they would bring her to you.

“Alright, Miss L/n. Here’s your baby girl. When you want to rest just let one of us or this young man here know, and then we can lay her down,” the nurse says with a smile as she hands you your daughter.

You stroke her little nose, it was definitely FP’s. You couldn’t wait to see her little eyes open. Her hair was dark, like FP’s also. That definitely had given you heart burn.

You look over at Jughead, who decided to stay and take a seat in the corner.

“Jug, you want to hold her?” You look at him with a lazy smile.

He gets up from his chair, swallowing nervously. He walks to you, and you hand him y/b/n,“Make sure her head is resting on your arm.”

“Okay, okay,” Jughead mumbles nervously. “She’s so tiny.” He mutters as he gazes down at her.

“Yeah, most babies are,” you respond.

He rolls his eyes,“Still a smart ass on pain meds, I see.” He looks at the baby, and to your surprise, starts talking to her. “Hi, y/b/n. I’m sorry your dad can’t be here right now, but your big brother is. And I love you very much. So is mom. She loves you the most, probably. And even though I don’t act like it, I’m very grateful for her, and even more for you.”

Your mouth drops open a little bit when the word ‘mom’ comes out of his mouth, but you smile immediately afterwards.

“Jughead Jones, a softie. Who would have thought,” you smile.

He rolls his eyes again, smiling still.

“Babies do that to ya.”

BTS reaction: walking in on you in the shower

Jin:

Originally posted by rapdaegu

As soon as he realizes it’s you taking a shower and not one of the boys he would become extremely embarrassed and start apologizing while quickly walking out of the bathroom and closing the door behind him. Later, when you come out of the bathroom he would keep apologizing again and again until you finally have to tell him that it’s okay and he should stop.

“I am so sorry Y/N! I swear it wasn’t intentional!”


Yoongi:

Originally posted by jeonbase

You just finished washing your hair when you heard someone walking into the bathroom. You instinctively try to cover yourself as best as you can with the shower curtain and look towards thee door where Yoongi was standing, frozen, staring at you. He looked flustered at first, a slight shade of pink showing on his cheeks, but his expression was immediately replaced by a smirk.

“Hey Y/N!” he raised an eyebrow, “Do you need some help?” 


Jhope:

Originally posted by jinful

Hoseok stormed into the bathroom completely oblivious to the fact that you were taking a shower. But as soon as he noticed your naked figure in the shower surrounded by steam he couldn’t help but stare and bite his lip. It took him a few minutes to realize that he was staring and give you an awkward wave and a smile before quickly exiting the bathroom while giggling to himself. 

“Oh hi Y/N!” he laughed nervously before turning around. “Sorry…”


Namjoon:

Originally posted by yoonseok

When Namjoon walks in and sees you taking a shower he would try to walk out quietly trying to make the situation less embarrassing for both of you, but fail miserably. He would probably trip over something and fall making you aware of his presence. He would stand up and walk out as fast as he can mumbling a quick apology on his way out.

“I’m so sorry!”


Jimin:

Originally posted by nnochu

You were just done washing away the soapy foam from your body when from the corner of your eye you noticed Jimin leaning against the bathroom door, smirking. As soon as he noticed you looking back at him his smirk was replaced with a shy, awkward smile and he started making excuses before slowly walking out of the bathroom while smiling to himself.

“Oh, I was just…..looking for…..my hairbrush…”


Taehyung:

Originally posted by toughchim

Tae would mumble a quiet “S-sorry.” when he sees you taking a shower and would turn around to walk out but he would linger at the doorway for a moment taking one last look at you before walking out. When he walks out he would turn into a smiling mess, biting his lip at the thought of what he had just witnessed.


Jungkook:

Originally posted by baekon-stripss

Jungook would be shook. He would have so many emotions and thoughts going through his head he wouldn’t know exactly how to react so he would just walk out with a shocked expression on his face and probably apologize to you after you get out of the shower.

A Happy Memory | Taehyung

Summary: Taehyung didn’t think he would ever be able to successfully conjure a Patronus charm, until he meets you.
Genre: Fluff, Harry Potter!AU
Word Count: 4,733
Author’s Note: My take on the “always-partying-kid falls for the always-studying-kid” prompt. Also, the fact that I basically finished this in a day is alarming but I wanted to get this out of my hair before I really have to study for my exams for this week.

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You have always been known for your quiet nature, keeping to yourself and the mountain load of books you were constantly surrounded with every single day. You didn’t have many friends, rather a close-knit group of girls with a surprising mixture of personalities from extravagant to soft—and you never let that small number bother you. You never prided yourself on being the smartest student in class, but you did take delight in your time management skills, your organizational abilities and the fact that you could put in effort for assignments or studying and get rewarded with good marks and good grace. You believed in hard work, and for very good reasons.

Your introverted perspective always came with a price, to step into everything and take in everyone with an open-mindedness, to never judge, to just keep to yourself and watch things unfold from a distance. In fact, you like to think of yourself as a relatively appealing person. You never enjoy interacting with people, but on those occasions you would put in an effort to remain respectful and kind, displaying a pleasant atmosphere in a fashion similar to the whole “treat people the way you want to be treated” kind of mindset.

You’re a firm believer in this mentality, trusting that you could overcome any rough patch with anyone as long as you remained calm and collected, as long as you could communicate your wants and needs with peers and receive the same respect as you gave out.

You don’t hate a lot of things, and maybe you don’t have the heart capacity to truly hate anything—but you think that you might just hold enough resentment for Kim Taehyung to capture a first.

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