oh wow this is gorgeous

dear person reading this:

  • your crooked teeth make your lovely smile extremely cute and endearing  (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧
  • your splotches of freckles? yeah, those are places where the galaxies whirling inside of you leaked out to radiance their brilliancy into the world
  • your thighs touch? that’s a GOOD thing. you’re getting proper nutrition! you have muscles! d o  n o t  b e  a s h a m e d!!!! also, thigh gaps are awesome too! anything related to thighs is awesome! all thighs are different because every person is different, and honestly, why does it matter what your thighs look like?? people who are bothered by thighs are weak tbh
  • “bingo arms”???? listen up: you only have bingo arms when you’re WINNING. otherwise why would you be yelling “bingo”?? thought so. you’re a winner – you can do anything you set your incredible mind to!
  • your hair is so unbelievably gorgeous and don’t you deny it. don’t forget to style it, dye it, try new shampoos with it, as long as you want to! your hair is your own, whether it be frizzled or dry or thick or thin – be proud of that, and remember that you can always change it up!
  • your eyes are not too small, or too big, or too wide apart, or too ugly. your eyes are your own mortal doorway into your soul, expressing your thoughts and emotions in dazzling swirls and hues for others to decipher. don’t be afraid to cry, don’t be disgusted by the crinkles at the corners when you smile, don’t hate on the small, microscopic blood vessels running through them. don’t lock your door out of needless shame!
  • scars!!! scars are so cool! they’re visual results from a chapter that makes up the story of your life! no matter where scars are, don’t be conscious of concealing them! ppl loVE scars! even the tiny lil ones! anyone who has a scar is automatically known as an ultimate badass sorry that’s the rule
  • same goes for stretch marks! those little ripples on your thighs, your hips, your waist, your belly? those mean that you’ve GROWN. your body has adapted frequently throughout your life, and leaves those little ripples as little hints of your amazing journey from babyhood to adulthood! (or maybe you’re just a mystical ocean god/goddess and those waves are symbols of your enormous power, onlookers should be on the lookout)
  • sorry, did you say you had a pig nose? do you even kNOW how cute piggies are you should be PROUD of your nose cAUSE U CUTE
  • long, thin nose? p l s. that just means you’re king/queen of everything. don’t deny it. you know how powerful you truly are
  • tummy rolls? everyone has them. seriously, no matter how thin a person may seem, tummy rolls are inevitable. you are not alone! tummy rolls rock! ROCK THOSE TUMMY ROLLS!
  • trust me, barely anyone see your feet anyways. besides, feet aren’t that bad – how do you think your hands would look if they walked everywhere over the earth’s rough terrain? feet are hella 
  • ears are so cool omg they’re like fingerprints, unique to you and you only! plus you can pierce them! repeatedly! how cool is that? ears are best
  • do nOT be anxious about flaunting your legs! wear that short skirt! wear those shorts! own that bikini! your legs are marvelous! ppl would kill for a pair of dandy lookin legs like yours! pale or tan, legs are glorious! L E G S
  • lips. lips. do you know how many magic tricks your lips are able to perform? the formation of words, the ability to smile or frown, the ability to express, to kiss, to wear makeup; lips are ethereal and exquisite in all forms!
  • #1 tip: your eyebrows are always on fleek  (▰˘◡˘▰)
  • and lastly: you are not dumb. you are not worthless. you are not a waste of space, an empty void, a meaningless shell. you are loved. you are worth everything. you are so incredibly intelligent, you are utterly unforgettable, and you are breathtaking in every single way.
  • next time you look in a mirror, blow yourself a kiss and don’t worry – you’ll kill it out there today. ♥
We made syrup out of fermented fish. عملنا من الفسيخ شربات
—  Egyptian expression; used when you have something terrible and make something really good out of it.
“I’m sorry for how messy my room was.”
“Oh, I cleaned up, rearranged everything, and hung up curtains.”
“Wow! It looks gorgeous, you made syrup out out of rotten fish.”

anonymous asked:

Oikawa headcanons? You're the best at these (☉‿☉✿)

  • *oikawa looking in the mirror with you* “oh wow how gorgeous!” “aww thanks babe” “i was talking about me but you look fine too i guess”
  • fucking petty ass couple 
  • you two can be found wearing shades and caps, sipping iced tea from a bench in your local park as you throw shade at random people passing by
  • complimenting each other by insulting each other
  • innuendos in front of friends 
  • iwaizumi and you meet up on sundays for brunch and to complain about oikawa, oikawa is aware and meets up with your bff to do the exact same thing
  • casual ass smacking and arm touching
  • oikawa is the type for when someone catcalls you he just grins blows them a kiss and then turns to you and goes, “that was for me.”
  • fucking hanzo main 
  • *you in his sweatpants and t-shirt* “what an elusive creature” “shut the fuck up tooru”
  • latenight cuddles
  • constant banter
Tales of Miss Fortune(Part 6)

AKA, God is dead and we are getting almost nsfw. RIP Adrien’s dick. And congratulations to everybody who guessed who is getting drunk.

Sin warning! Well, sort of.

First | Next


Marinette tapped her chin thoughtfully as she stared at the six rococo paintings propped against the wall. Sticking her tongue out she began sketching fastly, trying to make the imagine in her head take a form on the paper. She had this rococo inspired collection in her mind for a while now, she just needed the time to gather the reference material. Or in this case, oil paintings. Marinette looked at the paintings again. That was the problem with inspired collections. You always had to be careful how much you take, how much you put from you and how well it can blend so it actually looks good. After about twenty minutes Marinette was moderately satisfied with the sketch. Taking a sip from her tea, she glanced at her kwami, Tikki who was sleeping soundly on the puffy pillow Marinette had made for her three years ago. The little god had not been very happy with the way Marinette decided to use one of the most powerful miraculouses. It began by trying to convince Marinette to change her ways. But if you knew Marinette Dupain-Cheng you knew she was a stubborn one, so that attempt failed. And when the little god saw it was in vain, she just gave Marinette the silent treatment for almost two years. It had been… awkward. And then the accident with her father happened and her mother decided to move back to China and it was just Marinette in an empty apartment studio. In the end, she and Tikki had to speak. It turned out better than expected. She wasn’t approving Marinette’s behavior but she was being more amused by it than annoyed nowadays. Shaking her head she returned her attention to her sketches, only to be interrupted by a message.

Odd. If Alya wanted to talk with hr they would Skype. Picking up her phone, Marinette opened the message. And had to read it two more times to make sure she wasn’t seeing things.

I know this message could be interpreted as lacking properness, and you are under no circumstances forced to agree, but I am in a state that requires quite the distraction, but I’m not emotionally stable enough to get the respective distraction on my own. So this is my official invitation for you to share an alcoholic beverage with me. ω(=^・^=)ω 

Marinette covered her mouth and giggled. Oh, that awkward precious bean. Well, isn’t like she could refuse the offer of getting drunk with her sweet kitten. Marinette smirked. this was bound to be interesting.


It seemed like he was already drunk when she arrived, if his wobbly moves and foggy look were anything to go by. Adrien held the door open as he looked at Marinette, his eyes zeroing on her low v neck. He giggled.

“I can see your ladyboobies.” he burst into another fit of giggles.

Marinette raised one eyebrow: “I can take my shirt off so you can see them even better.”

As Adrien almost fell on his ass from the shock, Marinette strutted in, and took a seat in one of the armchairs before pouring herself a glass. That was some expensive wine, but isn’t like she should be surprised. Adrien joined her sitting in the armchair across from her and picking a bottle and beginning to gulp the wine down. Marinette let her gaze size him up, wondering just what got him into this state. She certainly hoped it was her. Adrien stared at his bottle as if it hid the answers to the deepest, darker secrets of the universe. With a dramatic sigh, he turned his eyes to her.

“I have to confess my sins.” Marinette was too taken aback to even answer to that. “I used to dress up as Sailor Moon for multiple years. I was the biggest Ouran High School Host Club fan out there, Tamaki was my role model. Once I ate a whole cake in one sitting cause my sweet tooth got out of control.”

Marinette wasn’t that surprised he was an anime fan. He probably liked memes too.

“I have a praise kink.”

“Oh!” Marinette sipped her wine and leaned forward, propping her chin in her hand, cause hell yeah, just hit the jackpot right here. He should have gotten drunk sooner. “Do tell me more.”

Adrien leaned against the back of the armchair and continued a rant. “And a bondage kink. That’s Miss Fortune fault. And I’m into pegging. And I really need to go to church these days or cleanse myself from all the sex dreams I have about her. And sometimes you. Oh, shit, forget I just said that. Anyway, I’m also into gags and pet play and… “

Marinette’s smirk was growing bigger with every kink Adrien was sharing. This night was way more fun than she could have ever imagined. And so informative. Oh, she will make good use of this newfound information. For noble purposes, of course.

“Marinette?” Adrien whined.

“Yes?”

“Do you think Miss Fortune thinks I’m sexy?”

Oh, only if you knew, she thought.

Leaning back, she feigned indifference. “Well, she mentioned she is into blondes, so maybe.”

Adrien got the silliest grin in the world. It was so cute. Marinette bit her lip. She really had to keep from pouncing on him. “But what do you think? Do you think I am sexy?”

Oh, minou, you are far too entertaining, she smiled a little, glancing at her glass contemplatively. Now it was the time for her to play her cards right.

“You reminds me of Chat Noir, actually.” she pouted, her eyes sliding over Adrien. “And given I want to ride him so hard he won’t be able to work for a week, then yeah, I’d say yo are sexy.”

Adrien’s face turned red in seconds and he took another gulp of wine. “You think Chat Noir is sexy?” he must have realized he was being a little too obvious and added. “Funny, I think so too.”

Marinette crossed her legs, trying to hide her amusement at his failed attempts at subtility. “I’m sure you do. What about Miss Fortune, though?”

Adrien got a dreamy look. “Oh, she’s so gorgeous. Her blue eyes just wow, and when she smirks, it’s aaaaaaahhh, and when she teases me, it’s frustrating, but then mmmmmmmmmmm.” h actually moaned at that, before focusing his attention back on her. “ You kind of look like her, a little.” he sighed finally.

Marinette tapped her fingers against her glass, thinking carefully about her next move. She took another sip, finishing whatever was left in the glass and settled it on the table in front of her. Then, slowly, but surely, she got up and made her way towards him, slipping in his lap. “What if I tease you then?”

Adrien put his bottle down and laughed half-heartedly. “Nice try but I can only get hard when it’s Miss Fortune doing it with her yoyo.”

Marinette smirked. This night kept on giving. But back to the problem at hand. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she whispered. “Is this a challenge, angel?”

Adrien seemed to snap back out of his utter drunkness for a moment. He grabbed her wrists gently and took off her arms off his shoulders. “No. You are very pretty, but I am loyal to Miss Fortune.”

Marinette kept from growling. Really now? Really? What must a girl do to get the dick she had been thirsting over for years?

Striking his hair slowly, Marinette decided to play along some more. “And if Miss Fortune was here?”

She could have sworn thee was drool in the corner of his mouth. “My dream threesome.”

Seeing Adrien hadn’t entirely pushed her off, Marinette decided to test something out. Moving slowly, she rolled her hips, grinding against him. Adrien’s eyes were still far away, but his body reacted, his hips pushing back just slightly. Biting her bottom lip, Marinette kept the slow moves. Until she felt something hard against her thigh. Adrien finally seemed to snap out of his threesome dream land.

“Ignore the boner. My dick is more drunk than me. It probably thinks you are Miss Fortune.”

Tilting her head, Marinette gave him a curious look. “Can’t we pretend?”

Honestly, this night was becoming more hilarious with every move. Her whole charade will start to wear thing if Adrien kept being so ‘loyal’. And her hormones weren’t exactly easy to ignore. She was a woman with a healthy sex appetite thank you very much.

“No, no. I’m not as easy to fool as my dick.”

Well, his dick had obvious something to say on the matter, cause it only became harder and started testing the resistance of his jeans and Marinette could feel it perfectly.

“Ignore him, he is rude.”

“Does he have a name?” Marinette asked, glancing quickly between them.

Adrien nodded solemnly. “His name is Adrien Junior.”

Marinette cooed mockingly, which he probably didn’t pick on. “How cute!’ running her fingers through his hair, Marinette assured him. "Don’t worry, Adrien Junior isn’t rude at all. I could even play with him a little.”

“Ah, ah, ah.” Adrien wiggled his index finger in front of her eyes. “I said he only wants to play with Miss Fortune.”

Yeah, she knew how much Adrien Junior wanted to play with her. But Adrien Senior refused every damn time because of some morality bullshit. Marinette sighed. It was obviously she won’t get anything else out of him. If only she hadn’t left Tikki at home… wait.

Adrien gasped as she jumped off him and picked her purse, running out of the apartment.

“I forgot the oven on, I’ll be back soon!” she screamed over her shoulder.

Adrien frowned. That was odd, but hey, he didn’t want Marinette’s house to burn down. He raised his bottle, ready to take another sip only to discover the bottle was empty. Huffing, he went to the table, managing not to fall on his ass, and opened another expensive bottle of wine. the thing about expensive wine was that it was so good it got you drunk properly and that’s exactly what he needed to forget about the whole good kitten incident from that morning. After a couple of minutes, he was really getting too hot. Huh, alcohol was getting him hot. Interesting. He took off his shirt and pants, but kept his red boxers on. It was much better like that. He was contemplating the idea of calling it a night, when a figure stumbled through his balcony’s doors. And there was Miss Fortune in all her glory. Adrien almost dropped the bottle. Maybe she was a hallucination?

“Hey, hunk!” she waved at him.

Nope, she was certainly not a hallucination, hallucinations don’t talk. Or do they?

Well, Chat Noir isn’t here.“ she sighed dramatically. "How I wish he was here.” her eyes slid over to Adrien and she smirked. “Could you pretend to be my kitten for a while?”

Adrien’s brain wasn’t exactly working, so he could only gasp as his dick was screamed at him to accept. Miss Fortune strutted to him and sat on his lap. “Please? I really miss my kitten.”

Adrien squeaked. How could he refuse? “I can be your kitten. And anything else you want me to be.”

Miss Fortune began stroking his hair, the same way Marinette did earlier and just like then Adrien was trying his best not to purr. However, he couldn’t keep the whine in as she stopped her ministrations. However, Adrien’s eyes were about to pop out of his head as she reached for the back of her suit, making it come undone and letting the upper part slid off.

(Marinette knew she was inspired with the design and allowing it to be removable.)

She pouted, feigning shyness. “I always wanted my kitten to say they are his favourites.”

Adrien’s eyes slid to her exposed flesh and hardened nipples and he gulped. “They are my favourites! Your Ladyboobies are wonderful. I love them. I always wanted to hold them.”

Miss Fortune smiled. “Well, they are right here, a few centimeters away, so you have a chance.”

Adrien gasped in delight. Back in his teenage days, eh always wanted to hold her breasts. Not that now he didn’t want to, but he wanted to do other things some more. “Can I?”

Miss Fortune was really liking the starry look in his eyes. “Of course you can, kitten. But no claws, for now, my ladyboobies are a little bit too soft for that.”

Adrien reached for them and cupped her gently, enjoying the sensation of her skin against his palms. “They are warm.”

“Your hands are warm too, mon minou.” she purred. “I said no scratch, but you can squeeze them harder. I don’t mind a tight squeeze.”

Adrien did as she suggested, gripping the flesh tightly, enjoying the way they fit in his hands, before running his thumbs over her nipples. “I love them.”

Miss Fortune hummed, obviously satisfied with his presentation. Somewhere, his mind was screaming that he shouldn’t do things like that with a thief, but honestly, Adrien run out of fucks to give. And he was so drunk, this whole thing could be just one big hallucination. He was going to enjoy it as it lasted.

“Can I kiss them?” he asked suddenly.

“See for yourself, chaton. Can you?”

Licking his lips, Adrien lowered his head and began sucking on her left nipple while he kept massaging her right breast. His tongue teased her, before he moved his mouth, nipping at the sensitive skin above the nipple. As he kept his ministration, moving to the right breast as well, Miss Fortune moaned.

“Oh, minou, you really know how to use that tongue of yours.”

Adrien basked in the praise before a cat-like instinct took over him and he purred shortly. “They are mine. My ladyboobies.”

Miss Fortune giggled, before moaning again. Ah, this was wonderful. If only he would be sober. Tugging gently at his hair, she pulled him away from her boobs. Adrien whined, obviously not satisfied. He gasped as Miss Fortune picked him up and carried him bridal style to his bed.

“Cuddle time, pretty kitten.” she declared, settling him on the bed.

Adrien wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close and hiding his face in her breasts. Miss Fortune was stroking his hair soothingly, as he purred against her bare chest. Honestly, this was paradise on earth. Why didn’t he accept her advances earlier? His poor dick had been right the whole time.

“I love your ladyboobies.” he muttered against her skin.

“But do you love me, minou?”

Adrien raised his head oh so slightly, glancing at her with those gorgeous green eyes. “This pussy loves you purry much.”

Miss Fortune kept petting him until he fell asleep soundly. She unwrapped his hands from around her, before getting out of the bed. She tucked him under the blankets and kissed his forehead.

“Sleep well, mon amour.”

anonymous asked:

have you seen stevie boebi's new youtube video? she mentions you at the end saying she got a crush on you

oh wow my girlfriend always shows me her vids!! she’s so gorgeous I’m beyond flattered??

@stevieboebi hey girl heyy 😎
hate to promote the bi stereotype but my gf and i are down whenever you are (kidding) ((maybe)) (((no really i’m kidding))) ((((…maybe)))) (((((someone stop me)))))

One of our ‘central piece’ from Nova Scotia: a fossilized cycad with a heart of very small smoked quartz. Very nice surprise we had while walking on the beach… And then we realized there was a cliff full of those!

Oh wow! This is gorgeous. May i ask where it is you found this?

Don’t Peek

Summary: Jensen has feelings for the reader, will he get over his nerves and come clean at the gang’s Christmas party?

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 2,190

Christmas Request by: @frickfracklesackles


“Ok so…Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas, Holly Jolly Christmas, Silent Night and Last Christmas. We good with performing those four?” Jason asks lazily strumming his guitar.

“Uh yeah. Let’s add one more though.” Jensen responds, ignoring the immediate feeling of uncertainty that washed over him.

“Ok. Shoot.”

“Christmas (Baby Please Come Home).”

“We’ve never played it before, dude. Do we really need to add it?” Jason lets out a curious laugh eyeing his close friend.

Jensen nods his head determined to pull this off for you. He knows it’s your favorite Christmas song and he really wants to do it justice. He’d do just about anything to make you smile.

“We have an hour to rehearse it before everyone starts showing up. I’m not worried about it.” Jensen waves Jason off hoping his nerves don’t get the best of him.

Keep reading

i finally grasped how to draw a dragon so i decided to draw the beautiful murderous old man we all know and love

nonetheless your dragons are still beautiful oh my g Od


HHHHHH WOW THIS IS GORGEOUS ❤❤❤❤❤ mmMMmMmm dude this is so well done!! The improvement is clear as day. Jeez louise I really need to work on those dragons again! Thank you sm!!

Pieces of my Heart - Part 21

Read the entire fic on A03

—————————————-

Jughead grudging followed Betty through the woods at the farm outside of town that was selling Christmas trees. He had wanted to just buy one that was already cut and wrapped to take home and she had insisted they hunt one down.

“It’s our first tree Jughead, we need to choose it together,” she had argued.

“Well, we can choose a nice cut wrapped one together,” he’d grumbled.  She had won the argument, as usual, cause Betty Cooper didn’t play fair.  She had sidled up to him and brushed her hand over his front and purred about thanking him in the best way if he let her have her way.  He’d forgotten to argue at that point, grabbing her and kissing the breath right out of her.  Now here he was, hiking through a foot of snow, cause he couldn’t resist her promises and touches.

“How about this one?” she said, stopping in front of a large pine.  He had a hard time taking his eyes off her.  Her green eyes sparkled with excitement and her cheeks were rosy from the cold and dear God he just wanted to take her home and let her have her naughty way with him.  “Jughead!” she said, laughing.  He blinked and looked at the tree.

“Yeah, sure, it’s nice,” he said with a shrug.  She frowned at him.  He sighed.

“Ok, we’ll look for a different one,” she said and trudged off.  

“For God’s sake woman, they all look alike,” he growled, following her.  They finally found one that he had to admit was pretty spectacular and he set about cutting it down with the chain saw he had been hauling along with them.  

They got the tree home with Archie’s truck and had to use the freight elevator of the building cause the dam thing was so huge.  He got it into place for her, in front of one of the French terrace doors and she squealed with delight and jumped on him, arms around his neck, legs around his waist.

“Take me to bed, I need to thank you,” she said giggling.  He was only too happy to oblige.


Later Betty sat curled up on the couch, sipping a hot cup of mocha and watched him string the lights around it.  He was glaring at her.

“Why am I the one decorating and you get to sit there all cozy?” he wanted to know.  

“It’s just the lights Juggie, stop complaining,” she said with a smile.  He rolled his eyes and stepped back to see if they looked right.  Thankfully they did.  She got up then and helped him place ornaments on the tree until it sparkled and twinkled with lovely shades of silver and blue.  He had wanted green ornaments, to match her eyes he said and she had wanted the blue to match his and since the tree was already green, she won of course.

Betty stepped back to admire their work and decided it was a dam fine tree.  She turned to smile at Jughead and was startled to see him hold a small wrapped package.  He smiled and held it out to her.  Betty took it and ran her fingers over the wrapping and ribbon.

“What’s this?” she asked in happy surprise.

“Just a little something,” he said with a twinkle in his eye.  “Open it.”  Betty opened the box and laying nestled on a soft cloth lay a beautiful silver crown, edged in crystals, with the letters J & B in the center.  It was an ornament for the tree.

“Oh Juggie,” she breathed, “it’s so pretty.”  She pulled it from the box and it twinkled in the lights.  She moved forward and hung it right in the center of the tree, where everyone would see it.  She turned and grabbed him in a tight squeeze.  “Thank you, it’s perfect.”  Jughead just smiled and leaned down to kiss her.  

“Now for the angel,” Betty said happily as she pulled away.  “She needs to go on the top.”

“I don’t think you’ll fit,” he said softly.  Betty smiled and kissed him again.

“Stop being cute and get it up there,” she said with a giggle and handed him the decoration.  He stretched and perched it on the top and she moved to plug in the cord and soon the whole tree was lit.

“We did pretty good,” he said, as they stood and admired it.  Betty wrapped her arms around his waist and tucked her head under his chin, content to just stand there all day, absorbing his warmth.  The doorbell suddenly rang and Betty jumped, knocking Jughead’s chin and he grunted at the impact.  He rubbed it gingerly as he walked to open the door.

Betty’s eyes widened as a flurry of squealing female was suddenly wrapped all around Jughead.  He almost fell over at the impact, grabbing the edge of the door to keep his balance.  Then his arms went around the girl and he held her tight, his face buried in her hair.  Betty stood amused and waited for them to finish.  She didn’t need to guess who it was.  The girl was the spitting image of Jughead.  Jellybean Jones had arrived in dramatic fashion.  Jughead let her down and kissed her cheek.

“Hey pickle,” he said warmly, his affection for his sister written all over his face.  She grinned up at him and then caught sight of Betty and let out another squeal.  

“Oh my God, Betty Cooper!” she exclaimed and ran over and enveloped her in a happy hug.  Betty was a little stunned, having not seen the girl since her mother had left with her when she was 10.  Betty hugged her back, her eyes on Jughead who stood smiling.  Jellybean stepped back and grinned at her.  Her happiness was infectious and Betty found herself grinning back.

“Oh wow, your tree is gorgeous!” she exclaimed. “And this apartment!! Oh my God J, how did all this happen?” she squealed and went racing down the hall to check the place out.

“Holy hell,” Betty muttered and Jughead laughed.  “Is she always like this?” she asked laughing.

“Pretty much.  Our grandma raised her, Gladys didn’t leave any damage,” he said happily.

“Oh my God, I’m soaking in your tub later,” came an excited screech from down the hall.

“Get out of our bedroom, JB,” Jughead yelled in reply.  He turned to bring her bags in that she had left in the hall and closed the door.  “How the fuck long is she staying?” he asked, staring at the 4 bags.

“Shut up, half of them are presents,” Jellybean said as she came back to the front.  She walked over to Betty again and grabbed her hand, lifting it to look at the ring.  “Finally, it’s on your finger!” she said with a smile.  “I thought it would turn to dust in that old drawer.”  Betty smiled and looked at Jughead, he winked at her.  “Me and you will have some girl time very soon,” the raven haired girl said excitedly.

“So, which room is mine?” she asked.  “I’m assuming I can stay here?”

“Of course,” Betty said laughing.  “You can have the first one on the right.”  JB grabbed a bag and headed to her room.

“Sorry about this,” Jughead said with a rueful laugh.  “This is literally how she shows up all the time.  There is no warning whatsoever.”

“Don’t be sorry,” Betty said with a smile.  “I’m glad she is here.  It wouldn’t be Christmas without her.”  He walked over and wrapped his arms around her.  

“Im happy you can get to know her,” he said honestly.  “I think you’ll be good for her.  Get her to simmer down a little.”

“Oh Juggie, she is so full of life.  I don’t think I want her to simmer down.”  He laughed.

“Just give it a couple days.”


Jughead was right.  Two days later, Betty’s head was spinning.  Jellybean was so hyper and full of life, she didn’t sit still for more than five minutes.  Everything was exciting to her.  It was endearing and tiring all at the same time.  She had decided her and Betty should go shopping and by the end of the day, Betty was exhausted.  

“Is it bad of me to feel thankful that you are here this time and getting most of the attention?” Jughead said with a laugh as Betty swallowed an advil.  She glared at him as she willed her pounding headache to go away.

“You’re lucky you are swamped at work, or I’d be dragging your ass along,” she huffed.  He kissed her pouting mouth and then kissed her again.  

“You guys are cute,” Jellybean said smiling as she joined them in the kitchen.  She poured herself a glass or juice and leaned against the counter.  “What are you talking about?” she asked.

“Oh, I was just telling Jughead that he needs to come with us on our next outing but he’s busy apparently.”

“Why are you so busy?” Jellybean asked.  “I mean, I know you have a lot of Christmas shoots but you even worked yesterday.  You never work Sunday’s.”

“I fell a little behind when I was waiting for my new camera, had to reschedule some things.”

“You got a new camera?”

“Mine broke,” Jughead said simply, smiling at Betty, who flushed and gave a small laugh.

“Broke how? You treat that thing like it’s a pet,” Jellybean said with a raised eyebrow.  Betty sighed and looked at her.

“I threw it against a wall in a fit of rage,” she said honestly.  Jellybean stared at her. Betty waited for her reaction.

“Wow,” she finally said.  “That’s fucking impressive!”

“Jellybean! Watch your mouth!” Jughead snapped.  She rolled her eyes.

“This coming from Mr. Fuck himself,” she muttered.  He glared at her.  She folded her hands across her chest and glared back.  Betty burst into laughter.  

“Honestly,” Jellybean huffed.  “I’m 19, I think I’m allowed to say swear words.”

“No you’re not,” he snapped.

“When you were 19, you had been in jail like 5 times!” she yelled at him.  Betty raised her eyebrows and looked at him.

“5 times, Juggie?”

“A discussion for another day,” he grumbled.  “Jellybean, go to your room.  You’re annoying me.”  His sister smirked and surprisingly, did as she was told.

“You’re going to be a good father one day,” Betty said with a smile when they were alone.

“If our kids are anything like Jellybean, im gonna need sedatives,” Jughead said seriously.  

“Kids? How many are we having?” she asked moving closer to him, placing her hand over his heart.  He smiled down at her, pulling her close.

“I was thinking like six?”

“Six?  Are you planning on birthing some of them?” Betty asked laughing.

“Don’t worry, I’ll cheer you on,” he said grinning.  

“Oh, well thank goodness!” she said with a feigned sigh of relief.  “You know, she’s just trying to get a rise out of you,” Betty said smiling.

“I know,” he admitted.  “She’s still annoying.”

“Does she go see your dad?” Betty asked as she went to sit on the couch.  He joined her and pulling her into his lap, as was his habit.

“She will after.  I get her craziness first,” he said laughing.  Betty snuggled close and gazed at the fire Jughead had started earlier.  They sat in comfortable silence for long moments before she turned and placed a soft kiss on his jaw.  He smiled, his eyes catching hers.  She smiled back and touched his face, moving closer and touching her mouth to his.  Their kiss was slow, lazy, and thoroughly arousing.  

Jughead’s hand moved under her sweater and caressed her back and she shivered, pressing closer.  Betty moved and straddled his lap, taking his face in her hands, her tongue sweeping across his lips.  He opened for her and groaned when she licking her way inside.  His hands came around and cupped her breasts and she squirmed against him.

“Wait,” she gasped, pulled away.  “Jellybean.”  Jughead braced and stood, still holding her close and she wrapped her legs around his waist.  She didn’t stop kissing him as he walked to the bedroom.  He had to pause and brace her against the wall when she pressed against his throbbing length.  He moved against her a couple times and then continued till he was in the bedroom.  The door slammed and he leaned back against it, his mouth devouring hers, then moving down over her skin.

“Bed!” she whimpered and he moved over to it, following her down onto the satin sheets.


The next morning, Jughead and Betty were cooking breakfast when Jellybean joined them, looking not quite awake.  She yawned and plopped down on a bar stool by the island and demanded a cup of coffee.  Jughead rolled his eyes and poured her a cup.

“You clean your mouth out?” he asked as he slid her the cup.

“Seriously?” she grumbled.  He hid his smirk and went back to the waffles he was watching.  Betty watched them bicker all through breakfast and had to work hard to keep from laughing.  Poor Jughead looked completely flustered with his sisters teasing antics.  

“You make too much noise,” he said, as he put his plate in the sink.

“Speaking of noise, I heard you two last night,” Jellybean said, with a quick wink at Betty.  She froze, unsure if JB was kidding.  Jughead turned and looked at his sister.

“You didn’t hear shit,” he said matter of factly.

“Well, either you two were having sex or Betty was praying cause she sure said ‘oh God’ a lot.”  Jughead choked on his coffee and Betty bit back a laugh.  

“Are you blushing?” she had to ask at the flush she saw sweep over Jugheads face.  “Your sister just made you blush.”  Jellybean started to laugh and Betty joined her.  Jughead glared and put his coffee down.

“I’m going to work,” he muttered and left in a hurry.  

“I’m sorry, that was mean,” Jellybean said when she finally stopped laughing.  “Its just so easy to tease him.  I didn’t actually hear anything,” she admitted with a laugh.  “As soon as I heard you guys making out in the hallway I put in my earphones.”  Then she laughed when Betty blushed as well.


“So where do you live?  Still with your grandmother?” Betty asked later while she and JB were baking cookies.  She had closed her newspaper for two weeks to relax and enjoy the holidays.  Her employees were so happy with their Christmas bonus, they didn’t mind the missed work.  

“No, I moved to New York after highschool.  I’m at NYU.”

“What are you studying?”

“Law,” JB said with a smile.  “I want to help dumb shits like my brother.”

“Be nice,” Betty chided as she placed the cookie batter on the sheets.

“He did a lot of dumb things,” JB said in her defence.  “But I understand what drove him and that’s why I want to help people who are in the same position.  Maybe help save them before they wreck themselves.”  Betty studied her, realizing for the first time how smart she actually was.  There was wisdom in her eyes that she hadn’t seen earlier.

“I’m sure you’ll be brilliant at it,” she said softly.  “You know all about what he went through then?”

“Yeah, he told me about it after, when he had got things going right.  I felt bad that I hadn’t been there but I was too young I guess.  I’m kinda glad I didn’t witness any of it.  It was hard though, we only talked a couple times those years.  I missed him a lot.”

“I missed him too,” Betty said softly.  Jellybean studied her for a while and smiled.

“I’ve never seen him this happy before,” she said as she popped a chocolate chip in her mouth.  “Like ever.  And relaxed.  I’m so happy he finally has all he’s ever wanted.  When I would come visit over the last 3 or so years, he’d be happy and life was going good but when he didn’t know I was watching, he’d be sitting quietly, usually smoking and I just knew he was thinking about you.  It broke my heart to be honest.  I even tried talking him into going on a date or something but he wouldn’t even consider it.”  Betty slowly wiped the counter as Jellybean talked.

“He would just live his life, not complaining but I knew he ached with missing you.  I would see the sadness behind the smile and sometimes I’d catch him sitting with that picture of you guys when you were sixteen and he’d just be touching your face,” Betty felt her eyes mist and was surprised to see the tears in JB’s eyes as well.  She reached over and took Betty’s hand and squeezed.

“I started to pray then, that somehow he would find his way to you.  It killed me inside to see him want and need something so badly and it seemed so out of reach.  The day I found that ring; I think it was just after he bought it.  I knew he had bought it for you and I asked him if he knew what he was doing.  If maybe he needed therapy or something,” JB laughed at that and shrugged.  “I honestly thought he was losing it.  He had no idea where you even were and he bought you a ring.  That was the first time in my life, my brother let me see him cry.”  Jellybeans own tears slipped from her eyes and Betty took a breath and managed to keep hers in check.

“I’m going to find her.  That’s all he said to me and then he just sat there with tears running down his face.  I swear it almost killed me.  I kept a close eye on him after that.  I text a lot and about two years ago when I came to visit he looked happier and a little calmer and I asked why that was and it’s when he had found you online.  You were in school, seemingly unattached and it gave him new hope and I knew he was going to come after you at some point but you beat him to it.”  Betty smiled, realizing she hadn’t actually been able to keep her tears off her cheeks.

“I’m so glad you came home Betty, you complete him.”  Betty wrapped her arms around Jellybean and hugged her close.  “So when are you guys getting married?” JB asked when she pulled away.

“Honestly, we haven’t even discussed it.  Things got a little crazy after we got engaged and when he got out of jail he was swamped with work.”

“Wait, what?”  Betty stopped messing with the cookie dough and stared at her.

“You didn’t know he was in jail a couple months ago?”

“No, why the hell was he in jail?” JB exclaimed.  “What did he do?”  Betty explained the situation and by the time she was done, Jellybean was furious.

“I knew that bitch would make trouble.  I was here one time when she came for her ‘head shots’ and I saw the eyes she was making at him.  Of course he has had nothing but you on the brain his whole life so he was completely oblivious and I told him the girl had the hots for him and he just shrugged.  He didn’t give a shit about any other girls and what they did, so he ignored it.  Man, I wish I had been here.”  Betty laughed at her heated speech.

“It’s all ok now, I got her to drop the charges.  She left town last I heard.  Nothing for her here.”  


They chatted and baked the day away and Betty decided she completely loved Jughead’s sister.  When he came home late that evening he was excited to find dozens of cookies waiting for him and dug right in.  He was surprised when Jellybean threw her arms around him from behind and kissed his cheek.
“Thank you for my new sister,” she whispered and bounced into her room.  Jughead grinned at Betty who stood watching and smiling.

“Good day?”

“Wonderful day,” she replied, wrapping her arms around him.  He looked tired and she brought him the plate of food that she had kept warm for him.  She hoped his work load eased soon, he looked like he needed a vacation.

“How about you?” she asked, kissing his ear as he ate.

“It was long and tiring.  Too many kids today.  I decided I only want two now.”  She laughed and handed him some juice.  

“Well, how about when you finish your dinner, we take a nice long bubble bath.  I’ll bring strawberries,” she said softly against his neck.  

“Promise?” he asked with a smile.  She opened the fridge and pulled out a container filled with the sweet berry.  Jughead finished his food in record time.

A long while later, they lay curled up in bed, both extremely clean and satisfied.

“Jellybean asked today when we were getting married,” Betty mentioned.

“When we find time to fucking breathe,” he muttered.  “I hope to God it’s soon though, I can’t wait for you to be Betty Jones.”

“How about May?” she asked with a smile.  He looked at her to see if she was kidding.

“I thought you wanted a fall wedding,” he said slowly.

“I changed my mind.  Its too far away.”  

“May it is!” he said happily.  

“Also, our party is this Friday.”

“Did you find someone to invite?” he asked teasingly.

“Sheriff Keller,” she shot back.  

“Don’t even start,” he growled.  “I’ll toss him off the terrace.”

“Well that’s why I invited him.”  Jughead looked at her and burst out laughing.

“I like the way you think,” he said.

“We’re terrible,” she said laughing.  He shrugged and closed his eyes.

“Sleep,” he said with a happy sigh.  She obliged him.

anonymous asked:

Would you be able to do MadaSaku with the prompt?: You are absolutely gorgeous. No, no, sorry ignore me keep putting the money in the bag you’re doing great.

Sakura knew working part time this late at night was a bad idea, but hey, you do crazy things when you have student loans screaming to be paid.

And crazy things can sometimes lead to near life or death situations apparently.

Watching the familiar blue skinned man hold a knife to her coworkers throat, Sakura had to fight back a sigh, silently wondering just how she’d deal with this later on.

it wasn’t too often you knew one of the people robbing you after all-and she’d know that man anywhere, he was one of her friends after all. Two years friendship and she could spot the shark obsessed man in her sleep- just who was he trying to fool here?

“Sorry for the trouble miss, we just want the money. No one needs to get hurt here.”

And then there was Itachi.

For gods sake, did they think she was an idiot or something? He used to babysit her, Naruto and Sasuke on a regular basis- hell, he’d helped her with her project not a week ago.

And here he was with Kisame and some other people she couldn’t quite place, holding up her coworker, apparently not having noticed her standing in the doorway to the staff room behind them.

“Is there anyone else here tonight?” A new, older voice asked. Her coworker shakily sobbed, not paying attention to him as the man continued to empty the register. “I won’t ask again.”

Sakura sighed once more before coughing loudly, all heads present whipping around to face her in an instant.

“Dude. So not cool. Do I go and shake down your place of work? NO.”

All heads whipped around then, but Sakura’s eyes were glued to the older man at the register, her cheeks flushing slightly as she caught sight of his rather…handsome face.

And looks in general.

God damn it why were all the guys she knew hot? It’s wasn’t fair.

“Oh wow, you’re gorgeous…”

“Pardon me?”

“Huh? OH- oh, no, no, don’t mind me at all. Sorry, ignore me keep putting the money in the bag you’re doing great.”

“Miss-”

“SAKURA! Long time no see, I didn’t know you worked here! What a coincidence…” Oh Kisame, you strangely wonderful man you. Only you could try and make a robbery seem like a get together.

“Kisame, you know this girl?”

“Yeah, yeah Itachi does too. She’s one of Sasuke’s friends- the one Mikoto always tries to get stay over. Ours too, she’s the one who I got to help re-wire the getaway van last month.”

“…” Getaway van?

“Ah I see, nice to meet you Miss Sakura, I’m Sasuke’s uncle. I hope you don’t mind the intrusion, we’ll be on our way shortly.”

Why did this always happen to her?

“I don’t suppose young Sasuke has asked you to join us for dinner next week has he? If not, please feel free to drop by, I know Mikoto would love to see you again.”

Yep, looks like she’d have to quit this job as well. First Naruto ruins her job at the cafe, then Sasuke gets her fired from the library- now this.

“I’m going home.

Darcy/Steve, Gifts

for @renateseline

Darcy laughed aloud when she opened the door to their apartment.  “Whoa, did Cupid barf in here or something?”  

There were roses on every flat surface.  An absolutely enormous Teddy Bear was sitting on the couch.  There was chocolate and balloons and…”  

“Oh wow…”  

And an absolutely gorgeous super soldier in a tuxedo serving her dinner.  

Steve grinned nervously.  “I…um…I’ve never done Valentine’s Day before, so I thought I’d go all out…is it too much?”  

“No.  No way.  It’s just right. I love it.  I love you,” Darcy moved towards him, arms open wide.  

“Love you too, Darcy.  Happy Valentine’s Day.”