oh jellybean

k i thought i wanted jughead to go live with archie but my brain just made it better:

jughead goes to live with VERONICA because they def have extra rooms, and him and V become buddies. That’s fun but not the cute part. Every morning, Jughead & Veronica walk over to the Andrews & Cooper residences, Veronica says something cheesy about picking up their baes, Jughead elbows her but smiles, and they pick up Betty & Archie. Once they’re a little ways down the street, Betty and Veronica link hands and kiss hello, and Jughead and Archie do…..whatever platonic amazing boyfriends do. Make fun of each other, probably.

ANYWAY THEY’RE ALL CODEPENDENT AND IT’S GROSS.

anonymous asked:

having a daughter with cole would include?

i’m gonna try a new layout for headcanons, so i’ll be doing it right here on the ask. send some in!

• ok but first off let’s talk about cole finding out that you’re pregnant in the first place

• he would laugh it off and then see how dead serious you were, and then he’d stop laughing

• “holy shit”

• cole would lowkey freak out and just nod once or twice

• and then he’d start grinning and laughing and happy crying with you and you two would hug and embrace and just be surrounded by love and happiness

• he would spoil you your entire pregnancy

• “what if we named her jellybean??” “oh hell no cole, i am not naming my daughter after your fictional character’s little sister.”

• once your daughter was born he would freak out over every little thing

• smudge on the fridge? he would bring out every little disinfecting product you can find on planet earth.

• when she woke up in the middle of the night he’d force you to stay asleep and take care of her

• he would rock her and hum a little and she’d be back asleep in no time.

• he’d freak out when she went to preschool

• then he’d freak out more in kindergarten

• he’d be The Cool Dad™ because he’s cole sprouse for goodness sake.

• she’d grow up on the suite life of zach and cody and suite life on deck, and then act like her father and uncle dylan all day

• as she got older she would begin to watch riverdale (who wouldn’t?) and then say “why didn’t you name em jellybean?” and cole would give you this look and you’d roll your eyes and walk away because your daughter and husband would always gang up on you like that

• and when she gets her first period he’d freak out more than the first day of kindergarten

• let’s not talk about the sex talk because he’d be all over the place

• and let’s not get started on her dating. he’d kill everyone saying “i’m on riverdale and i’ll kill you like [SPOILER] clifford killed his son!” to all the boys/girls your daughter took interest in

• but honestly cole would make such a good dad ugh

Nowhere to Go || Jughead Jones

Prompt from @jordsie: Hey! Can you do a jughead X reader, where jug comes to stay with the reader after the drive through closes and they start to fall for each other?

Gif by @juggiehead

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Waking up at 7 am on a Saturday morning due to a ringing doorbell wasn’t how you envisioned your weekend home alone starting. You attempted to drift back to sleep, hoping that whoever was at the door would go away. Before long, you heard the ringing again. You groaned into your pillow and got up, pulling back the covers.

“Alright, I’m coming, I’m coming!” you yelled as you ran down the stairs, reading to tell whoever was there to screw off.

You swung open the door and opened your mouth only to close it again when you saw your best friend Jughead Jones standing outside, a backpack filled with stuff swung over his shoulder, rolled up movie posters sticking out of it.

“Jughead?”

He looked at you with pleading eyes.

“I-I have nowhere else to go.” he said.

You quickly ushered him in, closing the door behind him. Jughead tossed his backpack to the floor and rubbed a hand over his face.

“Jughead, what—”

“They destroyed it, Y/N,” he said, voice breaking.

He turned toward you and you nearly gasped as you saw tears in his eyes.

“The drive-in. It’s gone.”

Your heart broke. You know how much he loved it. It was his last connection to Jellybean.

“Oh, Jughead…” you said, before you pulled him into a tight hug. Jughead nearly fell into your arms, stifling his sobs.

You saw his backpack resting on the floor and decided to ask the question you didn’t want to know the answer to.

“Jug…” you began hesitantly, pulling away, looking at his red eyes. “Were you living at the drive-in?”

You held your breath as you waited for his answer. You wouldn’t know what you’d do if he said “yes.” The absolute guilt that would consume you at the fact that you, his best friend, didn’t know he was homeless would be almost too much to handle. You were aware of his strained relationship with his parents, but everyone has a strained relationship with their parents at one point or another. You just assumed it was one of those things.

Jughead’s slow nod nearly made you burst into tears. You held him again, holding him tighter to you.

“Will you tell me what’s been going on?” you asked.

Jughead nodded slowly again.

You pulled away from him, taking his hand and leading him to the couch before Jughead proceeded to reveal everything. How he became homeless, why he doesn’t live with his dad, why his father doesn’t force him to come home, and why his father doesn’t care for him like a parent should.

By the time Jughead had finished his story, it was noon.

“You can stay with me.” you said firmly.

Jughead looked up at you.

“What about—”

“My parents’ll understand. They’ll let you live with us. I mean… you’re my best friend, Jug.” you said.

Jughead smiled for the first time since you saw him that day.

“Thank you, Y/N.” he said.

You smiled softly at him.

“Do you want lunch? We could go to Pop’s or something.” you said.

Jughead shook his head. His smile began to fade as he remembered the drive-in again.

“No,” he said quietly. “I’m not hungry.”

You furrowed your brows, trying to think of something that would make him happy.

“Would an old movie help?” you asked.

Jughead smiled softly again and your heart fluttered. You loved his smile.

“Yeah,” he said, nodding. “It would.”

You smiled.

To Have or Have Not? Bogart and Bacall?”

Jughead smiled wider this time.

“Sounds good to me.”

You smiled timidly and got up, walking over to your DVD pile. The two of you were silent as you put the DVD in the player and walked back to the couch, sitting down close to Jughead. He put his arm around you and you snuggled into his side as you began to watch the movie. Physical contact wasn’t unusual for you and Jughead. You frequently gave him hugs and he always put his arm around you whether the two of you were walking in the hallways together or sitting in a booth at Pop’s. 

So why did this feel different?

You tried to watch the movie and stay focused, but your mind kept going back to Jughead.

Why did you like his arm around you so much? Why did your heart beat a million miles a minute when you saw him? Why did—

“Y/N?” Jughead asked, snapping you out of your thoughts.

You quickly looked at him and your heartbeat quickened as you realized he was inches from your face.

“Are you okay? You seem distracted.” he said.

You swallowed.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” you said, finding your voice.

But Jughead didn’t look away. You realized his pupils were dilated and his breathing was shallow. You didn’t know what to say or do. But it didn’t matter, because a second later, his lips were on yours. 

Despite your initial shock, you almost instantly kissed him back, your arms wrapping around his neck. Jughead deepened the kiss, his body pushing you back into the couch so he was on top of you. The two of you finally pulled away for air and were silent for a minute, trying to gauge the other’s reaction. Then, Jughead smirked.

“Will your parents mind me staying with you now?” he joked.

You let out a breathy laugh as your cheeks reddened.

“I guess they’ll just have to manage.”

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed it! Send me feedback!

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to you, i thee wed (chapter 8)

They didn’t know they were marrying each other until the bride got to the altar. And then panic ensued. Married at First Sight AU.

(AO3//FF.net)

Parts: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8

WC: 7.6K

Thank you so much @sarahcada and @booksfullofme for the lovely edits!


“I told you,” Tikki gloats. “Ladybugs and Chat Noirs usually do end up getting married.”

“Uh-huh, Tikki.”

“It’s true, Plagg! Look, isn’t this about the third time I’ve been right?”

“Sure is,” he mutters.

Tikki beams and pats the top of his head. “Don’t worry, Plagg. We still have the reveal and I’m betting on your boy to spill the beans!”

Plagg laughs and shakes his head. “You’re on, you crazy thing. Though I bet Ladybug is way more brazen. Adrien, well–he’s only brave if he’s with me. Your girl is always brave it seems.”  

Tikki grins proudly. “That she is. That she is.”


Marinette only opens the bedroom door a fraction before checking the hallway again to make sure the coast is clear. Looking to her left, then her right, she’s positive she’s alone as she hears nothing aside from the chatter in the kitchen floating up the stairs. Relief pours through her as she enters the bedroom.

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Talk Dirty To Me [4/?]

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warning: Language? Angst // Fluff //Sassy //witty Banter // it gets ugly guys, sorry!!

A/N: Just let me know if you want to be tagged. This is the sequel to That Connection. Hope you enjoy!!

Life as Tech Analysis for the Avengers is perfection, dating Steve Rogers is a 24/7 high. But when you’re in a foreign place, what’s a girl to do when you’re cornered with no chance of defending yourself? Repairing the rift in your life, accepting you are no longer the same person, it changes things, can your life be normal or is everything going to change for you?

A man in blue scrubs walks towards them, Steve jumps up to impatient to wait sitting. “You’re for Y/N?” He looks around.

“Yes.” Steve nods looking around at the face staring back at the doctor. “We’re her family.” He nods looking back at the doctor.

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Skin to Skin

Part 2

Jughead Jones doesn’t know how the crimson crescents ended up on his palms.


Betty Cooper is clueless when it comes to the messages on her arms.


Soulmate AU where all the little marks and injuries belonging to Betty and Jughead start finding themselves on each other’s skin.

A/N: Here’s part two! as you can see, I write Jughead’s point of view and then Betty’s at one go, so I usually post two chapters together. Thank you for all your support!


Part 1
Link on ao3

Chapter iii

Jughead shoves his keys into the lock of his apartment door and enters, a bag of groceries in in hand. Don’t get him wrong, he can’t cook, but there’s only so much ramen and takeout he can endure.

Although, he can make a mean sandwich, but that can’t really be called cooking, can it?

He’s exhausted. Working at B&N might seem easy, but he was on re-stocking duty today, which meant hauling cartons of books to and fro. In addition to dealing with self-entitled middle aged adults.

Plus, he contract of his book was finally signed today, which meant that he was getting an advance of maybe fifteen thousand dollars, which was a freaking lot. He could quit his job and get a library at home.

But then, his mind drifts to hospital bills, student loans and debts to pay off, so he temporarily forgets that idea.

He dumps his groceries on the tiny kitchen counter and unpacks them with slow movements; he’s tired, but he can’t go the sleep unless he’s eaten. His stomach will not let him.

He takes out some shredded chicken, lettuce, a tomato and mayo- simple, yet so, so tasty.

Yes, Jughead is very easy to impress if one’s talking about food.

He slices his bread (He loves the type with seeds in it, Archie thinks he’s crazy,), spreads mayo over it, and moves to slice the tomato. He vaguely remembers an article he’d read awhile back about a legal battle over a tomato. 1887, was it?

Jughead suddenly yawns; he’s dreaming of his bed, but his stomach is protesting, and all of a sudden, the knife slips and slices his thumb, instead.

“Shit,” He says, shaking his hand, which only results in a little blood behind splattered on the wall plaster.

He runs to the sink and turns on the tap, watching the cut bleed as cold water falls on it. Eventually, after, say, five minutes, it clots up and the bleeding stops.

He needs to find a band-aid, as soon as possible, so he rummaged through some cluttered cupboards to find one. There’s an old Hello Kitty one he finds, which he remembers getting free with some snacks, but it’s the only band-aid he can find. So he puts it on.

He won’t ever admit it, but blood makes him slightly queasy.

He makes himself a cup of coffee as well, and goes back to finishing his sandwich.

Unfortunately, the tomato’s covered with a dark red liquid that is not tomato juice, and he’s forced to ditch that part. He’s too lazy to take out another one.

Finally, he settles down on his battered couch, switches Netflix on and savours the blessing that is shredded chicken and mayo.

Jughead rewatches three episodes of  Black Mirror, his favourite ones. He doesn’t may too much attention to them, though, as his mind wanders to all the things he has to do.

He considers going to bed; but his phone starts dinging. JB is calling on FaceTime.

“Hey, JB.” He answers.

JB is sobbing, and Jughead’s alarms start blaring. He brings the phone closer.

“What happened, Jelly?”

“Dad… He’s been arrested. Again.”

Shit. Oh no.

“Over what?” He asks, biting his lip.

“He’s been accused of involvement in murder.” JB hiccups, wiping away tears from her face.

This hasn’t been FP Jones’s first stint in jail. Hell, even Jughead’s spent some time in Juvie. This family is screwed up.

But murder? It’s never gone that far. FP was the leader of a gang, called the Southside Serpents, back in his hometown of Toledo, which meant getting involved in shady business, behind-the-dumpster type of weed exchanges, and whatnot, but it’s never been this bad.

“Tell me everything, Jelly.” He sighs, mind already scanning through possible ways to help his dad.

He learns that FP’s home was ransacked, that very night, to find incriminating evidence of the murder of a sophomore in Toledo High. The Sheriff had received an anonymous tip-off, and they’d found a gun in FP’s tiny trailer.

FP had been dragged to the station and questioned.

The worst part was, he’d confessed.

“I don’t think he did it, Jug.” Jellybean whispers later. “I know. He owned up to it… But I know he hasn’t done it. I just know, okay?”

“Jelly… I'm​ not sure. He did confess.” Jughead’s eyes are misting up. “I know he’d cleaned up his act for a bit, but if he’s confessed, then I don’t know what to believe.”

JB shakes her head. “Jughead, I’m going to have faith. I will. I know daddy, and he isn’t capable of- of murder.”

All Jughead wants to do is give her a hug.

“I’m going to come home.” He says, opening a new tab to book bus tickets.

“NO!”

He startles at that, and shifts the tab back to FaceTime. “Why not?”

“Jughead, your book is being published. You have meetings to attend, covers to decide, edits to make. You cannot simply put all of that in hold to come over here. It’s your debut book. Your first book!” Jellybean says, throwing her hands up in the air. Her black sheet of hair whips around.

Jughead’s not convinced. “I could do all of that from there, JB. Face to face meetings are almost redundant with the invention and development of technology. How am I talking to you right now?”

Jellybean just shakes her head. “No. I won’t let you come.”

“JB, are you hiding something else?” He knows when his sister is keeping something under wraps. She’s a terrible liar, just like him.

His sister stays silent, evidently trying to think up of another reason why he shouldn’t come.

“Jellybean.”

“Okay,” she caves, shoulders slumping. “Jughead, you know that I love you, right? Dad loves you, too and so does Mom, even if they have weird-ass ways of showing it?”

Jughead nods, eyebrows scrunching up together in confusion.

“And I didn’t want to tell you, because you’d get hurt, but…”

His sister is stalling too much, and Jughead gets impatient​.

“Jellybean, what happened?” He says, curtly. His thumb is still throbbing, and he watches Jellybean sigh and wring her hands together.

“Mom… said she never wants you back. She, well, she thinks you remind her too much of Dad.”

“Oh.”

Jughead’s fingers trace the scabs of the fingernail imprints on his palm, processing this information.

“Also, Jug, she still kinda, um, resents you because you chose to stay with Dad, all those years ago, instead of coming with her.”

He stays silent this time, not making eye contact with JB, and unseeingly staring at his palms.

Gladys Jones and Jughead Jones never really had a great relationship, if he was being truthful. It was his Dad that Jughead often went to.

FP Jones had been an alcoholic for most of Jug’s childhood. The boy grew up watching his father drown out his sorrows one bottle after another, and witnessed it only get worse when Jughead got put into juvie for attempted arson at ten and JB was hospitalised for her kidney at six.

But despite that, Jughead always saw the good in his father. He may not always try, but Jughead had faith in the older man. So much, that he stayed behind with FP when Gladys Jones had had enough, taking JB with her.

But during that time, FP showed no attempt at righting his wrongs, and if anything, he got worse. He had been perpetually drunk, and eventually, even Jughead reached his limit.

So he’d moved out, braving homelessness for about six months. When his best mate, Archie, found out, he’d hosted Jughead on his couch for a few weeks, but the brunet hadn’t wanted to overstay his welcome.

Finally, FP had gotten his act back together, and Jughead had moved back in.

When he shifted to New York, though, FP kind of lost it again and got himself arrested for minor transgressions. He’d had been able to bail himself out each time, but a murder accusation was not something you could easily escape from.

But his mom, well, he’d never been that close to. Yes, he’d inherited his Mom’s skill in writing, sense of humour, and some of her facial features, maybe, but that was where the similarities ended.

But not wanting him back at all… that was harsh.

“Jug?” Jellybean whispers.

“Yeah, okay,” he says, wanting to change the topic. “So I’m getting my book advance soon, I could send the money over if it helps with getting a good lawyer, or something.”

“Jug, you don’t need to…” JB starts.

“No, no, it’s okay.” he puts his hand on his forehead, like he’s trying to recall something. “They’ll assign him one, but if we want the court to think he’s innocent.. We’ll need a good lawyer.”

“Which will be easy, because he is innocent.” JB says, stubborn as ever, just like him.

Jughead runs a hand through his dark hair.

“Remember when you used to wear that beanie everywhere?” Jellybean breaks the silence. “Even when you were seventeen?” She sniffs, laughing at the same time.

“Yeah,” He smiles. “I still wear it sometimes.”

“Well, you’ll get all the girls if you don’t Jug. They appreciate a nice, good, mop of hair. Coupled with the leather jacket I gave you, maybe some girl is currently fawning over you.”

Jughead blushes. “No girlfriends at all, JB, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“No boyfriends either?”

“No, considering that I’m not into guys…” Jughead says, fighting back both a yawn and a smile.

“Oh, well.” Jellybean says, and then pauses. “Listen, Jug, don’t forget that I love you, okay? Despite what Mom says, she loves you too.”

Jughead nods. “I know,” he says, simply. “I’ve gotta go sleep, it’s 2 am, JB, and so should you. Don’t you have school tommorow?”

“I’m not going.” She says. “I’ll help where I can with dad.”

“Okay,” He says. “Call me if and when you need anything. I’ll be there, okay?”

“I will.” JB replies, and Jughead moves to end the call. “Nice band-aid, bro.”

He grins and switches his phone off.

He gets under the covers, after completing his bedtime routine and closes his eyes, drifting off into a slumber.

The whole time, he traces the crescent marks on his palm.

Chapter iv

When the alarm clock blares, Betty Cooper does something incredibly rare- she doesn’t snooze it, and instead, actually gets up.

She was going to go to the gym before her shift, on the insistence of Alice Cooper.

Her mother. Betty hasn’t spoken to her since Monday, three days ago, after she’d slammed her laptop shut. She’d ignored all of Alice’s calls, FaceTime requests, and messages, and maybe Betty is running the risk of being cut off. But if and when that happens, she’ll deal with it.

And skipping a day of gym won’t do her any harm.

She sits up, stretching her arms above her head and yawning- she got a good night’s sleep, for the first time in weeks. Tying back her hair, after smoothing down her bedhead, she puts her legs over the side and slips her feet into slippers.

She notices a blood stain on the sheets- and for a moments, she’s afraid she got her period way too early.

But the stain is towards the headboard, and her thumb also happens to be covered in the dark red liquid, which has now dried.

Betty moves towards her bathroom and washed the crusty blood away- only to reveal a cut. It’s pretty long, and deep enough to cause more bleeding than usual.

She’s utterly bewildered. Betty’s not a clumsy person, and considering the fact that she would remember cutting herself like this…

What if it’s a repeat of the random message written on her arm three days ago?

Perhaps it happened when she was sleeping. Yeah, that’s the most plausible solution.

She walks back to her bed, inspecting her bedside table for any such sharp object which could be the cause. There’s a letter opener on the table, but Betty hasn’t touched that in weeks. She’d just forgot to put it back in the stationary drawer.

Her phone back-up alarm blares, and she jumps. Her shift at Starbucks starts in forty-five minutes, and she needs to get ready.

Maybe she’s just making a big deal out of this, she thinks, as she showers and puts a band-aid on the cut. Maybe she was too sleepy yesterday to notice.

Donning her Starbucks uniform and tying her hair in a loose ponytail, unlike her highschool days, she locks her apartment door behind her and sets off to work.

She enjoys working as a barista. Sure, sometimes she wants to throw something at anyone who orders another unicorn frappuccino, but she likes the borderline banal and mundane work- it gives her time to think.

She clocks in, puts her apron on and begins her shift. With this job, she ends up smelling like coffee all the time, but it’s not something she particularly minds.

A brunette comes in, with two toddler twins in tow- they’re noisy, but admittedly adorable, and Betty is reminded of her sister’s kids. Eliza and Cliff.

Polly Cooper eloped when she was in high school- got pregnant in her junior year, and had the babies in her senior year. The special man, and now Betty’s brother in law, was Jason Blossom- the son of Clifford Blossom, who owned an incredibly successful maple syrup business in Vancouver. Jason was set to inherit this giant empire, along with his sister, Cheryl, and so they, along with Polly and the kids, were moving up there this fall. Therefore, Betty had limited time to spend with her niece, nephew and sister.

Having eloped at seventeen, Polly was almost disowned by Alice Cooper and Hal Cooper. They’d almost sent her away to a house- ‘The Sisters of Quiet Mercy’, when they found out that she was expecting. Polly almost ran away with Jason, they almost drowned in Sweetwater river, and basically, the Cooper family was a shitstorm during that particular period of time. It was a soap opera, worthy of the silver screens.

But, eventually Alice Cooper gave into her soft side once the babies were born- and they were the cutest little things. They still are, Betty thinks, smiling as she prepares the machiatto that the woman has ordered.

But of course, Polly’s mistakes only put pressure onto Betty to up her game and be perfect. Which is why Betty wasn’t allowed to have boyfriends in high school (not that she didn’t, behind their backs).

She was also put on birth control and performance enhancing medication, which, in Betty’s opinion, was excessive, unnecessary and too much. But no one says no to Alice Cooper.

Well, except Betty, after Monday’s debacle.

The thing is, Betty still has nightmares. She’s always afraid of failing, she’s always afraid that she won’t be successful in life- her mother has turned her into a two dimensional human being who only worries about being perfect.

Which she definitely did not want to be. She’s grown to detest that word.

She puts a fake smile onto her face and hands an espresso to a teenager.

At least now she has more time on her hands, after quitting. She’s put in a lot more hours into studying these past few days, and she’ll do well this term. She knows it.

Being a journalist is something Betty’s always wanted to be, since she was a pre-schooler. She watched her parents in their office when she was little, and always eagerly awaited the day she would write her first article.

That day came when she was fifteen. She’d reopened her school’s newspaper- the Junipero High Herald, and she’d taken over it, writing exposes about all the minor scams that went in in her school.

That newspaper helped her get into this journalism course here at NYU. At least here mom didn’t interfere here.

Betty realises she has a lot of mommy issues.

Her attention snaps back into reality when someone comes up to the counter.

“One Cafe Americano, no sugar, please. To go.” He says, glancing down at his phone. He’s tapping his foot, biting his lip. He’s in a hurry.

The first thing Betty notices is the Hello-Kitty band-aid on his thumb, and fights back a grin.

“Love the choice of band-aid there,” she says, punching in his order.  

He grins. “Thank you, I happen to have a thing for anthropomorphic beings.” He says, shoving his phone in his pocket. He nods his head towards Betty’s thumb. “ I see you have a band-aid, too, but so boring.”

“Well, not all of us have Hello-Kitty or disney themed band-aids at hand.” Betty says, picking up a marker. “So, what is your name, oh Sanrio stan?”

Jughead chuckles. “Jughead.”

Betty audibly laughs. “Are you serious? Are you one of those people who come in and tell me their name is Voldemort or Primrose Everdeen, or something?”

‘Jughead’ shakes his head and runs a hand through his dark, wavy hair. “Completely authentic, don’t worry.”

“Alright, then, Jughead,” Betty says, jotting his name down on on plastic cup. “Coming right up.”

Her eyes follow him as he moves to the side and wait for his order, eyes glued to his phone, an iPhone 3, which Betty hasn’t seen in years.

His name, by far, is the weirdest one she’s ever had to write.

She gets his coffee ready and calls out his name- saying it with a lilt in her voice, her blatant amusement on show.

He takes it from her with a thankful smile, and Betty notices the marks on his palm. Tiny arcs pepper both his hands- they’re fingernail marks, and if there’s anyone who knows them well, it’s her.

Maybe she stares at them for longer than necessary.

Betty Cooper thinks of her own fists, scarred by her own fingernails. She keeps her fingernails short, but yet she manages to hurt herself. She hates herself for doing it, because the aim to be perfect has been ingrained in her, and this is a weakness.

But, doesn’t she hate ‘perfect’?

Still, her fists curl against her own volition when she’s sad, angry, hurting, and Betty Cooper feels a wave of sadness for this man in front of her. She wants to help him, so that maybe, just maybe, she can help herself.

But, before she knows it, he’s gone, lost in the sea of people, indistinguishable amongst thousands of others.

lost and found v

bughead fanfiction - chapter five - unbeta’d

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“I wasn’t looking for anything when I found you, and it somehow made me question what I wanted. Was I ready for love? I don’t think anyone is ever ready, but when someone makes you feel alive again, it’s kind of worth the risk.”
-Nikki Rowe

“Jughead? Jug!”

Betty’s startled from her drowsy position at Jughead’s desk, her foot jerking back into its act of pushing against Tobi’s sleeper in a rocking motion. She looks up from her laptop to the teen waltzed into the room and sits straighter, foot pausing in its movement.

“Jellybean!”

The young teen smiles brightly, giving a little wave. “Hi.”

Betty stands from her position and clasps her hands in front of her as the light-haired brunette lifts a key up. “Didn’t mean to freak you out. Jug gave me a spare a while back.”

At the noises, Tobi’s woken from his nap and begins to cry, startling the two.

Waving her hand dismissively, Betty bends down to pick her son up. “Oh, don’t worry about it. I was falling asleep on the job anyway. Not exactly responsible on my end.” Standing up, she adjusts Tobi in her grip and smiles. “It’s so good to see you. How are you, JB?”

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“Guess who made the team, lads!”

I had a Harry Potter movie marathon and couldn’t stop myself from drawing the boys in a Quidditch!AU *v*

  • Niall & Harry - Hufflepuff
  • Louis - Slytherin
  • Zayn - Ravenclaw
  • Liam - Gryffindor

DRAGONS.  Another post where Jellybean talks. Oh my goodness. THIS IS A STARTER CALL. Any verse of Jimmy, mostly one of his modern verses. Depending. ( I’ll eventually post these starters. I don’t know when. )

I have stuff to do on this blog, still cleaning up the theme, and fixing the background. That’s all to come. In the mean time please forgive me. I have a QUEUE that will be up and running soon, for the night I’ll be on my phone, and you can message me OUT OF CHARACTER for any reason. Don’t be shy.

Kay, goodnight.

Important Yoosung headcanons

- don’t be fooled by his sleepless nights spent gaming, he’s actually pretty shit at video games (that’s why he has to spend so much time playing them to get high ranks lol)

- he has larger than average feet an he’s a lil upset they never really have his size

- one time he binge watched 84 conspiracy videos and didn’t sleep for like a week afterwards

- the kid who tried to put his whole fist in his mouth and locked his jaw by accident

- fuckin obsessed with jellybeans oh my god his favourite flavour is popcorn

- his cuddles are okay… He’s a little bit over excited with them and squeezes just a little bit too hard

- uncomfortable shoulders to lean on I’m sorry I don’t make the rules

- don’t give him more than two cups of coffee at any one time he will bounce off the walls

- I feel like he had pet fish when he was little and he loved them with his whole heart (but they kept dying rlly fast…)

Zodiac Signs In Class
  • So teacher left the class and all zodiac sings are alone, getting bored. What are they doing? (yep, capricorn still likes cancer)
  • Libra: Leo, Leo! Look at this bitch! She bought the same shoes like me! I have them like for ages! Look at her !!!
  • Leo: How dare she?! Don't worry, she is fat and ugly and you are so pretty, I mean I still look hot *leo flipping his mane of hair*
  • Libra: Wow, thanks! You're probably right honey! *smiles*
  • (Capricorn and Cancer are talking, Scorpio helping innocent Cancer)
  • Capricorn: So, the teacher left and we can do something interesting Cancer...
  • Scorpio: Cancer, you know what he mean, do you?
  • Cancer: *blushing* emm... yes, I know, b-but...
  • Scorpio: Get behind this commode, I won't tell anybody! *Capricorn gives dirty glance to cancer, they're going behind it and probably kissing gently*
  • Aquarius: You know a word soiree? It's fantastic!
  • Gemini: Yes! We can talk like lords! Let's go on rendezvous sir!
  • Aquarius: Of course *with british accent* we don't need a scuffle!
  • Aries: Shut up you lil'...
  • Sagittarius: Don't you dare end this...
  • *they're starting to fight, Virgo and Pisces trying to calm them down*
  • Pisces: You're so full of violence you bastards!
  • *Aries slaps Virgo when he tries to calm him down*
  • Virgo: well *clears throat* fuck you!
  • *Taurus playing with jellybeans in the corner table*
  • Taurus: Baby jelly, jelly mother, jelly father, jellybean family! Oh god, they are amazing!
  • So all signs are doing crazy things, cancer kissing capricorn, saggi and aries fighting and well... gem and aqua lords... still prattle ;*
  • Hope you enjoy it! for @hitzyy - by sugarmoonbyul.tumblr.com
Emily’s meeting room part I

She came in like one of us, cheering and waiving, very happy for so much attention.

She had a French translator and EBR was amazed by this girl’s talent. She indeed could memorize big hunks of text and translate mostly to letter. It was needed for a small kid and his mom. The rest was pretty english talking.

- Q: Dress style of Felicity: Do you have influence on the clothing style of Felicity?

“If I don’t like something, or not comfortable than I might say no. But in a way if it’s not Felicity, if I think that Felicity would honestly not want to wear this thing than I will say it. Maya that picks Felicity’s and Oliver’s outfits, goes shopping, has done a great job creating the wardrobe for this character, throwing things together that I don’t even know I would pick. Having her creative capability focused on her occupation it what makes the most transforming thing.”

- Q: Do you get to steal it? “No, I worn what I want some occasions but I’m more into leather, black.

Translator makes her thing and EBR comments: “It’s unbelievable, I don’t know how you can do that, she could be saying anything though, and then I would go like “oh my god”. – French translator: I learned from the chicken song”. –EBR: oh, does everyone know the chicken song? (starts singing)

-Q: why do you like so much of bathtubs and bathrooms? Oh and I have jellybeans

“oh my god, my throat is a little soar so I’m trying not to eat sugar. I love candy and jellybeans.” “I… I… it’s so weird. I love getting funny and love going to a party I don’t know I guess Bathroom heart to hearts are .. I don’t know the most genuine. Every has went to the bathroom, everyone relates to it, you guys talk about bathrooms a little here so I don’t know, seriously it becomes so easy to put a scene in a bathroom. When I watch actors in a film or tv I find watching them brushing their teeth the most interesting thing or going to the cabinet.  A thing everyone does all the time but not always get to see other people doing it. But also“

- “So the scene on 305 is your doing?” “Yeah, it is”

How did Shado have her period? Emily stops the girl right here, like whispering to us “we don’t talk about that, in the Island it doesn’t happen we don’t complain” (now here you should have seen her, waving her hand like it’s a “fait divers”- in the Island you don’t have the period, we should al go to an Island. Bermuda… Barbados.”

- back at the panel she asked you about being bad: how did you react when you found out that Felicity had gone dark in the comics? When she says “I’m felicity smoak and I hired to kill you?” EBR: “Awesome, my initially affection this is something I do when I’m given a problem or a fat, I go and justify it for my brain so it makes sense and I guess the story I have put together go like right away “you tell me waters are made out of alcohol and then I’ll go like: that’s because…” So what I thought was: it was Willa’s character and she has done something that betrayed us so and there for it turns felicity so quickly, so, it’s me protecting my family. That what makes her dark. Which I hope I get to cross earlier I though it would have to be something tragic to make her cut off, you know from her emotional self.”

“She could become the Huntress and come after Oliver too” – said someone. EBR: “Yeah, there you go.” – that same girl says “I could dig that” and EBR: Yeah, me too!”. (You have to know this girl had a I DIG it pin and EBR loved it.)

anonymous asked:

I have come to the realization that I am Donna Hanscum. She is me. We both have a little extra meat on our bones, our personality are so similar, it's scary. I've also decided that she is my favorite character.

SHE IS AWESOME! I really love her! She and Jodie were awesome together as a team. Imagine if they started hunting together…

Jodie: *fending off vampire* “DONNA! DO SOMETHING!”

Donna: *hits vampire over the head with her umbrella which opens on impact and startles her* “Oh, great jumping jellybean, Jodie! These fangs are pretty nasty, eh?”