*head nod*

anonymous asked:

Hii can you do one where Betty is in denial about her feelings so Veronica and jughead fake date to get her to show her true feelings?

This ones cute! I’m gonna kind of spin it where both Betty and jughead don’t realize the others feelings.
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“Are you sure this is such a good idea?” Jughead winced, rubbing the back of his neck as Veronica gripped his free hand with hers, dragging him into pops.

Kevin was walking beside the pair, rolling his eyes.
“Of course it is Jughead, you want Betty to be happy don’t you?” Kevin smirked raising a brow in question.

Jughead lifted his head sharply and nodded
“Obviously I do.” He growled “but do we really think Archie is the guy for her? His track record isn’t that great with Betty. I mean I know you guys say she’s like in love with him or whatever.” He trailed off mumbling, his eyes darkening at the thought before he continued “..but come on, Archie’s my best friend but Betty deserves better, she deserves someone who’s going to be all about her. Someone who notices when she’s not eating because of her anxiety, or when she flicks her fingers because she’s excited, or even when..” Jughead was smiling now, thinking about the beautiful blonde, Veronica cut him off.

“Well Betty told me she was interested in someone, she wouldn’t tell me who, but she mentioned he would never feel the same way so she couldn’t tell him.” Veronica cut a glance over to Kevin who was smirking at Jughead “we can only assume that’s Archie based off of history, so once she sees us as together, ya know an unexpected couple, she’ll be filled with courage and finally tell him. It’s fool proof.” Veronica nodded proudly.

Jughead sighed
“I don’t get how pretending we’re a couple is going to affect her at all, but whatever. If it helps bets I’ll give it a try.”

Veronica smiled, pulling him through the doors.
“That’s the spirit.”

Kevin snorted, immediately spotting the red head and the blonde. He pulled veronica towards him and whispered for only her to hear

“Operation bughead is a go. Carry on soldier.”

Veronica flipped her long black hair and wrapped herself around Jughead as he stiffened, Veronica knew this was uncomfortable for him, he only ever let Betty get that close. She felt bad for half a second before she noticed the way her beautiful best friend was staring at them from the booth in the corner.

Oh this was gonna be fun.

Veronica practically squealed.

“Betty! Archiekins! We had no idea you were going to be here! We just wanted to stop by for a milkshake, Jughead just took me on the absolute best date. Right Juggiekins?” She put on her very best puppy dog eyes staring at the dark haired boy.

He just shrugged and nodded
“Yeah, it was great.”

The boy needed to take some acting lessons, she rolled her eyes sliding in across from the pair sitting practically on top of Jughead.

Archie seemed to be choking on his fries as he asked
“You two are dating? Like together? Together together?”

Veronica nodded happily
“It’s new, but yes. We’re a couple.”

Betty seemed close to tears, as she smiled shakily at the pair
“Congratulations you guys.”

Jughead eyed the way her fingernails dug into her palms, ducking his head to meet her eyes he frowned, Betty responded by pulling her sleeves over her hands and smiling sadly.

Woah, she was hiding from him. She never hid from him. What was going on?

Veronica felt awful, her heart hurting at causing her best friend pain, but it had to be done or nothing would change.

“Anyway” she continued “what are you two up too?”

Archie looked pissed and just shrugged his shoulder, nodding at the paper in front of them
“Homework” he grumbled, getting up he began walking over to the counter. “I’m getting a soda, Anyone want anything?”

Betty shook her head, going back to her own work. Veronica nodded

“I’ll take a cherry coke, and jughead he’ll have what he always has, a burger and a Pepsi.” She rolled her eyes

“A coke. ” Betty whispered from her side of the booth. Archie looked over to her and raised a brow “what?”

She looked up locking eyes on Veronica
“He likes coke, he hates Pepsi. It tastes flat, and don’t forget he doesn’t like ketchup, pops always puts it on the burgers, you have to clarify. You’re his girlfriend shouldn’t you know that?” Betty bit out, resting her pen on the table and pushing her shoulders back.

Veronica raised a brow, laying her hands flat on the table and smiling, here we go.
“I know plenty about Jughead, Betty. He’s my boyfriend.”

Betty tightened her pony tail

“Oh yeah? Well do you know he hates to sit on the outside of the booth? Kind of like your forcing him too right now. Or how about the fact that he never once has eaten a piece of broccoli. Do you help sew his beanie back together when it gets holes? Since you’re his girlfriend you obviously pack an extra sandwich for lunch because you know how hungry he gets. Did you know that he’s probably the best person in this entire world?” Her lips were trembling and she stood abruptly “Im sorry, I have to go. Excuse me.” She bolted out of the booth, wrapping her arms around herself as she sprinted out the door.

“Betty!” Veronica called.

Jughead was out of the booth in seconds flat, following the blonde quickly. His phone long forgotten.

He caught up to the gorgeous, crying blonde about half way down Main Street.

“Betty!” He called nearly bumping into her, grabbing her wrist with his hand and spinning her around, taking in her watery eyes and red nose he felt his heart ache.

“What’s the matter bets? What happened?” He whispered

She looked into his eyes with a shaky breath
“I’m happy for you Juggie. I’m happy you’re happy. I just… I don’t know. I can’t… what does she have that I don’t?” She knew she sounded pathetic but she was too far gone.

He looked absolutely confused.
“What? Who? Veronica? Betty I…”

She cut him off
“I know I’m damaged, and I know I’m just a whole bunch of baggage but I can be good for you. I know you Jughead, more than she does, and okay I’m not as stunning or exotic as she is, but maybe if I wore tighter..”

It was his turn to cut her off , pressing his lips to hers and flexing his fingers on her waist.

Perfect. Jughead hated that word, but this moment with her lips on his, her hands pressed into his chest, her soft honey blonde hair tickling his cheeks, it was perfect.

Pulling away to smile at the dazed girl next door, he tucked her hands in his and nuzzled his nose into hers.

“Veronica and me were pretending, she wanted you to see that anything could happen so you would gain enough courage to ask Archie out.”

She pulled away a confused expression marring her face
“Archie? Why would I want Archie. That’s history.”

He tugged her back into him

“I don’t want Veronica, I don’t want anyone. I want you. I want you and now that I have you, I’m not giving you up. You’re everything to me.”

She smiled waterey eyed, as she pressed a soft kiss on his lips

“I’m not losing you either Jughead.”

He smiled, intertwining their fingers as they walked back to pops

“Come on l, I think we owe Veronica a milkshake.”

“It’s a little late for fishing, don’t you think?” Darren said, trying to bring a little levity to the situation.

Dustin continued to just sit there as he absentmindedly pulled tufts of grass from the bank of the small pond. He didn’t make any eye contact at all.

“Mind if I join you?”

“I want to be left alone right now, actually” he finally responded.

Darren nodded his head, but sat a bit away from the boy anyways.

“Your mom is really worried about you, Dustin. She asked me to come find you.”

“I just had to get out of there for a bit. I’ll go home soon.”

“Something bothering you? Would you like to talk about it?”

“You can stop trying to be my dad, Mr. Dreamer. You’re not him.”

“You’re right. I’m not your dad. But your dad was my friend, and you’re Dirk’s friend and he talks to me about things that are bothering him.”

Originally posted by sooper-dee-dooper-natural


“Uh, Jensen,” Jared laughed. “Are you wearing a-”

“Oh, I know. I know.” Jensen stared at the camera. “It’s…lovely.” 

Jared looked to Misha, “sure, that’s a word for it.” 

“Did Y/N want to torture you or something?” Misha laughed.

“Not this time.” Both of the boys froze and turned to see you raising an eyebrow at them. Jensen squatted down as you nodded your head, “she did.”

“Daddy, daddy, daddy!!” 

Your little lady came tearing around the corner, right into her daddy’s arms. “You wore it! Mommy look!”

Jared and Misha gave you a knowing look as Jensen covered her face in kisses. 

“Unca Jared, Princess Misha, look what I got daddy! He said it’s his favorite!”

“It’s great!”

“I love it!”

“Mommy says daddy gets a special treat if he wears it to the airport and lets everyone take pictures with him.”

“A special treat huh?” Misha nodded to you. “How nice of you.”

“Hey, it’s the season of giving right? He gives me a good laugh, I give him a present.” Jared and Misha started making gagging noises as you winked at Jensen. 

“Why are they pretending to be sick?” your little one asked.

“Because they don’t like Christmas,” Jensen explained with a serious face. 

Her eyes got wide and she whipped around, pointing at them as she yelled, “you’re the Grinch!”

“I knew Dr. Seuss would be a good idea.” you smiled. 

anonymous asked:

Ok so I'm new to being a lesbian and I'm loving it. But I still have no fucking idea how to tell who is gay or not. Any tips?

Honestly I don’t even know anymore 😑 straight girls are wearing flannels, snapbacks, converse….it’s madness. We’re getting into a day in age where you just need to wink and head nod at every cute girl you see and wait for a reaction.

You look up at Pride and smile sweetly.
“Baby, will you win me that unicorn?”
Pride looks to where you’re pointing and smiles. He had been gifted passes to the fair and decided to take you (and the rest of the team) for a night of fun.
“You think it’ll fit in the car?”
You nod your head.
“Absolutely. I’ll make it fit.”
He laughs softly and squeezes your hand before the two of you walk over to the booth.
“Three balls for three dollars! Knock all the jugs down and win big!”
Pride takes three dollars out of his battered leather wallet and hands them to the attendant. He takes the balls and looks at the jugs carefully before launching one.
“Miss! Try again.”
Pride furrows his brows and takes aim.
“No dice! Don’t give up.”
Pride looks at you and lets out a breath before throwing his last ball.
“Three strikes! You’re outta here!”
Pride gives the attendant a look and he quickly goes silent, busying himself with picking up the balls. You can’t help but giggle and look at LaSalle when he wanders over, his mouth completely blue.
“How much cotton candy have you had?!”
He grins and laughs, taking another bite of the sticky treat.
“I think this is my fifth one. Could be more though.”
You roll your eyes and shake your head, turning your attention back to Pride when he gives the man another three dollars. He closes his eyes a moment and when he opens them he launches the ball with such force it knocks all the jugs off of the table and embeds itself into the cheap plaster wall behind it. The attendant opens and closes his mouth, looking at Pride. LaSalle claps and whistles before stuffing the rest of the cotton candy into his mouth. You cheer and hug Pride, kissing his cheek.
“You can pick any prize you’d like.”
Pride smiles smugly.
“The lady will have the unicorn.”

yes yes yes this is Pride

ALSO LASALLE WITH THE COTTON CANDY

anonymous asked:

Doyoung and 14?

Don’t send in anymore numbers please, thanks ^^

14. “They’re so cute when they’re asleep.”

After a long day of taking care of the dream kiddos, you and Doyoung peek into the room, seeing them all asleep on the floor together in a kid pile. It’s adorable, really.

“They’re so cute when they’re asleep,” Doyoung says next to you. You nod your head.

“Yeah. And quiet. Way better than earlier when they were screaming.”

“…yeah. Way better. Come on, let’s go before we wake them up.” Doyoung drags you off to his bedroom where luckily neither Sicheng nor Yuta are, and immediately has you pressed against the door, his lips on yours.

You didn’t have enough alone time all day, so, this was your moment.

“How long do you think we have until one of them wakes up?” Doyoung asks, his lips trailing to your neck.

“Probably fifteen minutes,” you say. Doyoung hums against your skin in amusement.

“That’s plenty of time.”

Your super power is “Swing.” Every time you snap your fingers to a rhythm, music starts playing from out of the Blues and everybody is forced to participate: dancing, singing, nodding head, or snapping with you. One day you meet your arch-nemesis.

Sterek Hogwarts AU

“Stiles are you sure about that last petal?” Scott crouched under the table.

“Nope” stiles answered, sweat dripping down his forehead, hand shaking over the bubbling cauldron.

“Maybe you should ask Harris?”

“Maybe you should own up to that Gryffindor tie and help me” Stiles hissed back at him.

“Or Derek?” Scott whispered making Stiles jump.

“Why him?!”

“He’s looking this way like he wants to help us” Scott nodded his head towards the table to the left where Lehey and Hale were working on their cauldron.

“He is?!”

Was the last thing the class heard before the petal slipped from Stiles’s fingers and into the cauldron. started sizzling in exactly 0.2 seconds and exploding into green slime over the entire 3 rows surrounding it.

One good thing that came out of this entire failure was that Derek Hale was the first one to run up to Stiles and help him clear the slime out of his face, while holding him in his other arm to his chest.

Stiles dreamed about those arms for the next week.

You are only a child when they start feeding you stories about the greatness your last name carries.

You are six years old and playing with your fake wand as your father looks at you with pride and assures you your future will be filled with power and no wizard will look down on you.

You are seven when he starts telling you about those with less pure bloodlines, you nod your head as your idol, your hero, fills you with hatred and ignorance. “Dad is always right” he says, you believe him.

You are eight when you watch him mistreat others and spit on their heads for their status. You watch and learn.

You are nine when he encourages you to do the same and smirks at you with pride shining in his eyes. He calls you his good boy. You’ll do anything to have him look at you like that again.

You are ten when you notice there’s a darkness that creeps in your home on some days, even though the curtains aren’t closed.

You are eleven when he asks you to befriend the boy you’ve been hearing whispers about since you can remember. He says it’s your first task of many. You wear your name with pride.

You are twelve when he tells you you’re not his son unless you obey and bring glory to the old and proud family name. He tells you it’s your duty.

You are thirteen when you try to ask him for advice and he closes the door in your face because he’s busy. He says one day you’ll understand.

You are fourteen when he tells you it’s almost time to make your family proud.

You are fifteen when the darkness in your home no longer lurks behind closed doors.

You are sixteen when he lets the darkness use you as a punching bag. You are sixteen when he asks you to choose between following his path or dying. When he asks you to damage your soul.

You are seventeen and you’ve seen more death than most people your age. You have scars time cannot fade. You can end all of this by turning the boy in, quick and easy, you’d ensure a good future that way, but you don’t. Because you no longer believe Dad is always right.

You are Draco Malfoy, but you wish you were just Draco.

Rosie sat on the floor, looking up at the scene around her with wide eyes, probably not taking anything in.

Sherlock and Mycroft were yelling at each other. Molly was holding some toys in front of her face to get her distracted from it, but she just watched with rapt attention as the brothers bickered.

John was at his laptop at the desk, ignoring the scene completely - it was one he had seen hundreds of times. It had lost it’s interest after the second.

Rosie opened her mouth and started making noises.

Molly put the toy down and waved John over.

“I think she’s starting to talk.”

“M-” Rosie choked out the M sound. By now both Mycroft and Molly were smiling - Mycroft’s rather bored, like he was doing it only because he thought he had to - and Sherlock looked on like he was watching at tennis match between the three. John nodded his head at her.

“Yeah Rose?”

“M-M-”

“Molly? Are you trying to say Molly?” she said to the young girl.

“M-Mu-”

Sherlock laughed as if he knew something the others didn’t. John didn’t have the time to be suspicious as he tried to coax his daughter into saying her first word.

“M-Mu-Murd-”

By now John was looking at Sherlock. “You didn’t. Please tell me you didn’t.”

Sherlock smirked. “Oh, but I did.”

Rosie clapped her hands on the floor.

“Murder!”

  • Keith: * infiltrates a Galran colony * Okay, Allura.. I'm in.. What now?
  • Allura: You need to get to their headquarters to shut them down!
  • Keith: * hears a cry *
  • Allura: Keith are you there? Keith!
  • Keith: * sees an abandoned Galra child *
  • Keith: * puts away his Bayard * Hey little guy...
  • Galra child: * backs away sniffling *
  • Keith: No.. No.. Its okay... *crouched down* Are you lost? Where are your parents.
  • Galra child: * continues to cry *
  • Keith: * picks up the child * Where are your parents?
  • Galra child: * shakes his head *
  • Keith: You dont have any?
  • Galra child: * nods his head *
  • Keith: You can't be in a place like this... You're coming with me, alright...?
  • Galra child: * nods *
  • Keith: Do you have a name?
  • Galra child: * shakes his head *
  • Keith: Hmm... How about I give you a name?
  • Galra child: * his eyes light up and his ears perk up *
  • Keith: * chuckles * How about Takashi?
  • Galra child: * smiles *
  • Keith: You like it, huh?
  • Galra child: * nods *
  • Keith: Haha... So do I...
Trouble in Canada

Request: “I’m your husband, it’s my job.”

a/n: I hope you enjoy this itty bitty 10 page writing that I’ve been working on for a few days now ! 😉 ALSO @whitechocolateperfection wanted some angst so I wrote some angst and I hope y’all enjoy and I’d love to know your thoughts!!!

Your name: submit What is this?

“I’ll see you at the next session?”

            You picked your head up from rummaging in your bag and smiled at Ethan, your cooking class instructor, “My husband might be back in town, but I’ll see,”

           Ethan nodded his head steadily.  After a while of looking at each other, you diverted your gaze down towards the wooden table.  You saw his tapping fingers slowly make their way towards your hand that was rested on the table.

           Quickly, you moved your hand, and placed your engagement and wedding ring back on your left hand.  You did’t like cooking with your rings on in fear that they could fall down the drain if you were washing your hands, “Uh, Thanks for the lesson, I’ll see you later.”

           You heard an audible sigh escape his lips, “See you next week, Mrs. Mendes.” 

           As fast as you could, you scurried out the door and saw your friend, Jessie, waiting for you outside.  She saw your flustered expression and smirked, “Looks like the teacher has a crush on the student.” 

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