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anonymous asked:

hey! I know you get a lot of requests, but maybe you could write one about betty's mom finding out about bughead bc she walks in on them together (kissing or just like sitting together idk)

Of course!

Jughead was propped up on Betty’s bed, a pencil and sketch book in his hands.

“Stay still!” Jughead laughed.

Betty was sitting in her bay window, her hand propping her head up, her elbow resting on her knee.

“Sorry, sorry,” Betty smirked. “I didn’t know you were such a serious artist.”

“Well now that you know…” Jughead smiled, glancing down at the sketch book again. “I want to get your eyes just right.”

Betty looked straight at Jughead, trying not to move a muscle.

“Okay, done. Are you ready?”

Betty nodded, hopped down from the window and padded towards Jughead.

He carefully flipped the sketch pad towards Betty. She stopped suddenly, smirking at the page.

“Jughead!” She burst out laughing, swatting him in the arm. “I thought you were serious!”

On the page in front of her was a poorly drawn stick figure.

“Well now you know I can’t draw worth shit,” Jughead laughed, standing up to embrace Betty in a kiss.

Betty laughed and wrapped her arms around Jughead’s waist and pulled him down on the bed, kissing him lightly.

Jughead laid against the mattress, Betty curving her body around his side, resting her head on his chest.

They both sighed contently, interweaving their fingers.

“Tell me more about Jellybean?” Betty murmured.

“Well,” Jughead said slowly, tracing patterns on Betty’s arm with his free hand. “She’s the coolest kid ever. I’m not just saying that because she’s my sister, she really is.” Jughead laughed. “She looks like me, but pretty. She likes Pink Floyd and The Beatles and, well, good music.” He laughed again.

Betty laughed too, gripping his hand tighter, urging him to go on.

“I once caught her listening to One Direction and while I wasn’t going to tease her about it - she was nine, after all - she told me she just wanted to see what all the fuss was about. She said it wasn’t terrible, because it was catchy, but she’d rather go back to her music. I mean, what kind of kid does that,” He smiled.

“Definitely a cooler kid than me,” Betty murmured.

“Me too. One of her favorite movies is Kill Bill. She’s such a bad ass. She wanted to take karate lessons, but my parents couldn’t afford them, so she watched as many movies with karate in them as possible to learn. Shortly after that, my mom moved so I’m not quite sure how far she g-”

“What is going on here?” Alice Cooper asked from the doorway, cutting Jughead off.

Jughead sat up in Betty’s bed, making Betty fall awkwardly to the side.

“Uh, nothing,” Jughead mumbled.

“Betty can I see you for a second?” Alice asked.

Betty clicked her tongue, sliding off the bed, then padded over to the doorway.

Alice pulled Betty out the door, then closed it behind her.

“What the hell is going on in there?”

“Jughead and I were just hanging out.”

“Well, I-”

“The door was open, Mom.”

“Okay, yes, but-”

“Yes?” Betty waited.

Alice sighed. “Are you two… together?”

Betty smiled, looking down towards her feet. “Not officially, but I really like him, Mom.”

“Do I have to give you a Polly-esque lecture?”

“No, Mom,” Betty blushed. “I’m not Polly.”

Alice nodded once, tightly. “I know.”


“Doors open when there’s a boy in your room. It would be nice if you could tell us when he’s coming over. He’s not allowed to be here if we’re not. And he’s staying for dinner so we can… learn more about him. Understood?”

Betty smiled, nodding quickly. Five months ago Jughead wouldn’t have been allowed in her house, let alone her room. “Thank you,” Betty smiled.

Alice turned and padded down the hall, giving Betty her privacy.

Betty opened her bedroom door and pranced over to her bed.

Jughead cocked his eyebrow. “Am I dead? Do I need to climb out the window to avoid getting chopped into pieces?”

Betty laughed and climbed onto her bed. “Nope. It’s taken care of. Just need to leave the door open.”

“Are you serious?” Jughead guffawed.

“I’m serious.Also, you’re staying for dinner. Now, where were we?” Betty placed a kiss on Jughead’s cheek, then settled back into the crook of his elbow.


Episode 4 - Mirrors

Carrie: Ah, Claude… You’re always drained after the elimination ceremony.

Claude: Yeah, they come here with desire in their eyes and leave so disappointed. But it’s not only about this. I’m still figuring out my true feelings towards these girls. I mean, I love them all so much, I’ve never got that attached to the show contestants. However, one of them has to be pretty special for me. I feel this, Carrie. But I still don’t know who’s that. It’s so stupid of me to think this way about them… maybe this one special girl wouldn’t even want me.

Carrie: It’s not stupid, Claude. Maybe you want me to help you out just a little bit? *smirks* I’ll give them hell.

Claude: Sure, I’d appreciate your help.


“Let’s talk about you instead.” Fleur said, wanting to change the subject. “Did you asked that guy out?”

Dominic smirked. “Actually I didn’t.” His cousin seem disappointed. “He did.”

Fleur smiled excitedly and Dominic laughed. “Really? That’s amazing!”

“Yeah, we’re going out Friday.”

“It was about time! Oh, and I wanna be the maid of honor at your wedding!”

Dominic rolled his eyes. “Shut up!”

capalbae  asked:

37 with Malcolm Reed because reasons

Originally posted by cyboracle

#37. “I tried my best to not feel anything for you. Guess what? I failed.”

“I thought you were against fraternization,” you gasped as Major Reed pinned you against the wall of the Armoury. His pale eyes flashed and his lips curled into a wicked smirk.

“I tried my best to not feel anything for you. Guess what? I failed,” he growled against your neck, teeth grazing your skin. Your knees weakened at the feeling of his hot breath and messy kisses. “You need to learn to stop being such a tease.”

You pushed back against his chest, kissing him back with just as much intensity. “You’re one to talk.”

He chuckled darkly, pinning your wrists above your head with one hand. “Are you talking back to your superior officer?”

The words sent a thrill through your stomach. “Are you going to punish me, Major?”

“Don’t tempt me.”

Prompt List

Chapter Fourteen: Take Her Home.

Pairing: reader x bucky

Warnings: suicide attempt( kinda ) panic attacks.

Word count: 1.2 k

I’ve really wanted to start writing one shots I have so many ideas. Who would read them?? Shout out to @writemarvelousthings to helping me out with my writers block ❤❤

I don’t remember anything. I can’t remember any of these memories.

Bucky walked in. He looked down at the scrapbook, smirking. I think he was hoping I had remembered him. He leaned against the door frame.

“We were happy, weren’t we?”

He nodded.

“Are we together?”

He nodded.

“Do you love me..?”

He cracked a smile and nodded with his arms crossed.

“What happened?” I asked curiously. This was odd. For me to not understand something that should come so clearly. Something that should be flooding my heart with happiness and I was numb to anything and everything.

“You were taken,” as he took a step near me I clutched my blanket closer to me, I watched his face turn gentle and his hands raise to show peace, “I’m sorry, Y/N. I asked you to stay home and it’s my fault.”

“Y/N, that’s my name?” I questioned. I should know my own name. My temple begin thumping and my ears started ringing. I reached up to cover my ears in hopes to help but got nothing. Bucky rushed over to my side as I lay in a ball position.

A lamp flew across the room, along with the dresser drawers. A pained grunt left my lips, then Bucky started softly talking.

“Shh, hey. I’m here and it’s going to be okay. Listen to me, I’m right here.” He cooed.

I lay on his chest a little longer as I became tired with every panic attack I had. 20 minutes passed and he must’ve thought i was asleep.

“I love you, please come back to me.”

My heart broke a little, I wanted to help him feel better. I wanted him to get over this. I knew what I had to do and I knew it wouldn’t be easy. I can’t become dependent on a man I didn’t even know. How childish. I’m meant for chaos, not love.

I have to let him go, in case I never remember the man who could’ve been, the love of my life.


It had been 2 weeks since we brought Y/N home and she’s barely said anything to me. I knock everyday to check.

Did I do something wrong? Am I not trying hard enough?

I knock on the door softly. With no return, as usual.

“Can we please talk?” I almost whispered. Not completely ready or wanting to have this conversation.

I waited 5 minutes before she opened the door.

“Can I come in?” With no verbal response, she left the door open and walked to a small pallet on the floor she had made with the blankets in her room. We weren’t allowed to take her home until she regained the memories of what she’s done. What happened and who she is. She’s a threat until so.

“Y/N, you haven’t left your room for more than 5 minutes to get food which you barely eat. And you haven’t said more than 15 words to me in the past 2 weeks. You’re sleeping on the floor, next to a bed. What’s going on? Why won’t you talk to anybody, or to me? You’re so distant and cold.”

“You’ve been a soldier, Buck. Wouldn’t you know? Why do I have to explain myself to you? I don’t even know you.” She spat.

“There are people that love you out there waiting to help you. You might not know me but I know you, I know everything about you, doll. The sooner you begin to trust me the sooner we can work on your memory.” I didn’t mean to come off so rash but it’s true.

“Maybe I don’t want it back. Have you thought of that? Maybe I’m not ready to remember. I’m terrified. I dont know any of you, and I’m stuck here with you all.” She barked. There was no point. I know her, and she’s suborn. There’s nothing I can say that will make her mind change.

“When you’re ready. I’ll be waiting” I calmly told her. Last thing I need is her going super soldier on me again. And with that I walked out. I heard a slam against the wall as I walked away. I was tempted to check on her but knowing her state I can’t smother her. Thunder and lightening could be heard in the background.

I walked into the kitchen where they were all standing with beers. I grabbed one and stood next to them. I chugged almost half until I realized they had all been looking at me.

“Well, how is she?” Tony asked in a matter of fact manner. He’s bitter and I know it.

“She wants to be alone right now” I replied.

Steve spoke up, “what’re you gonna do?”

“I’ll wait for her to remember me. I won’t give up on her.” I looked at my shoes as I swirled my beer.

“What if she never remembers?” Nat questioned.

“Don’t talk like that.” Steve interjected. Always had to be positive.

A shatter of lightening struck followed by a door. Steve’s wide eyes were enough of an indication. Almost on instinct, we thought the same.

“Y/N.” we said together.

Steve ran into the hallway, as I followed closely. We saw her, wide eyed with terror on her face. She ran down the hall and to the roof. I ran towards her, leaving Steve in the hall. When I reached the stairs she was almost at the roof. In her state I didn’t know what she was doing up there.

“Y/N!!” I hollered. The door shut behind her.

I raced myself up the the roof, hoping she had done nothing bad in the little one I wasn’t with her. I finally got to the roof, she was standing by the edge.

“Please don’t do it, please. Y/N just walk to me.”

“I remember, James. I remember everything. Everything I did. They made me use myself to kill people. I killed people! Innocent people! My head hurts so terribly.”

“Please just walk to me, we’ll go away. I promise.”

“I can’t look at you, my love. I won’t be able to do this if I do.” She said with a crack in her voice. I walked to her as I walked, hoping to over bare my footsteps.

“I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Y/N. I want to see your face forever, laying next to me. Right where you belong. I want to start a forever with you. You can’t leave me here, what about Steve? Wanda? We need you. Here” I grabbed her hand gently. “Please.”

At this point rain and thunder were flaring throughout the sky. Which I know is the reason she snapped. She hates thunder. Even the super soldier hates thunder.

She turned around, her Y/E/C we’re usually bright. They were dark and bloodshot. She jumped into me, and planted a passionate kiss on me. She then pecked my face all over, grabbing both sides of my face.

“I love you, James. I missed you so.”

“I love you more, Y/N. You’re in my sight from now on. I’ll never leave you alone again.”

With that, we just embraced one another before she slowly fell asleep in my arms. I carried her downstairs, into the car. I texted Steve and told him everything. I was ready to take her home. And take care of her.


Mission: Steal Your Heart

“I don’t have to do anything, you’re already mine.” Hoseok said while smirking. “What?” I questioned while tilting your head slightly. “I’m not yours.” I said while making quotations around Yours. “You’re mine either now or later, there’s nothing you can do, you’re going to be mine.” He said. “Go ahead and try, there’s nothing in the world that would make me give you my heart.” I responded. “Oh, I’m not gonna make you give me your heart, I’m gonna steal your heart.” Hoseok said then flashed her a smile. “See you in class.” Hoseok said with a wink then walked out of the garden.

And then she stopped his heart.

She lifted her head, her chest heaving as she panted and she shot him a triumphant look, her bluebell eyes sparkling from under the reach of her dark fringe. And she smirked.

And right then and there Adrien knew he was absolutely screwed.

Because he wasn’t playing Dodge Ball with Marinette.

He was playing with Ladybug.

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