i hope we did it justice

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Bonus-

He’s the only one that got an invitation like that >:}

Look @angel-with-a-pipette I finally did the thing we talked about forever ago. Hope I did it justice >.<

Wes

Wes Weston hates everything, at least at the moment.

It’s so obvious that Fenton is the ghost boy. He figured it out during the craze of claiming anyone who had the slightest resemblance to Phantom was actually Phantom. Wes was, at one point, accused, and he responded with, “uh no, there are people who have so many more similarities with him–”

And it all just clicked.

Fenton.

But no one believes him. They all laugh him off, joke that maybe he’s trying to cover up for being Phantom – at least until a ghost attack happens and they all see Wes standing there watching with them – then they write him off as crazy.

He starts to question it, sometimes, but when he mentions his theories and Fenton is actually around Fenton just shoots him this look, like – like he knows that Wes knows, and finds the situation hilarious.

(He’s seen the same look on Phantom, come to think of it.)

He thinks that’s going to be the worst of it. But, nope. Fenton continues to make his life miserable by rubbing it in Wes’s face.

When no one else is around or paying attention, Fenton’s eyes will flash green. He’ll reach his arm through the locker to grab books, or suddenly appear in the middle of a deserted hallway and scare the living daylights out of Wes.

It’s driving Wes insane.

But he’s never quite prepared enough to get a video. No one else believes him, and either way Fenton never pulls this shit when other people are around. All he has are baseless claims that Danny Fenton is Danny Phantom.

So, currently, Wes hates everything, because apparently the world hates him too.

@starryiedd and i were talking about how rightfully pissed off hunk was that no one would listen to him about rolo and nyma… then we started screaming at each other abt how Good he is …. also freckles

>tfw ur friends wont listen to u but u kno u right

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I haven’t done one of these in A WHILE! But you guys have asked that I continue the series, so…here we go!

Quite possibly the most requested ALL GROWN UP characters, right behind Danny Phantom and Phineas and Ferb! Here are the Kids Next Door! I hope I did them justice!

What do you think?

Profile Improvement

Hey sugars, a lovely lady here asked me if I could help her with her profile. It’s the only one I’m going to do though, I would if I could but it takes some time. I made sure to keep her points but just refine it a bit. Her’s was really well done, I just did some fixes. :)

I made sure to play to her strengths and even highlight her milk-chocolate goodness (tropical, exotic..). I hope this helps some.


BEFORE:

A queen who wants to be treated properly by a king.I would describe myself as a slender, curvy, ambitious, soft-hearted woman. *I emit a soft glow.* I love moonlight, good food, and things that sparkle. I love to laugh, so if you have a sense of humour we will get along well! I’ve been told my pictures don’t do me justice. You will have to let me know if that is true when we meet.My life goal is to be a positive force for change in the world. I am ambitious and I need to be, I’ve got a world to change.I can’t wait to meet my next benefactor.

DESIRED ARRANGEMENT
I am seeking a gentleman. Someone honest, direct, and kind. I’d like to meet someone who is wise and generous and willing to share some of that wisdom with me. I want someone who’s company I can enjoy, who simply has the means and desire to support me, spoil me, and guide me. I’m not looking to play games. Treat me respectfully and I will do the same for you.We are both here for a reason. You want companionship and to help someone, I want financial support and great memories. This isn’t all about money for me, but please do not insult me by pretending it isn’t part of the arrangement.If you are looking for intimacy before an arrangement, you are on the wrong website. I do not get intimate with anyone until I am certain they will keep me comfortable both financially and physically.If you can exceed my expectations I will certainly exceed yours. 


AFTER:
“Let me bring light, back into your life

I am a slender but curvaceous, ambitious,and soft-hearted lady with a tropical, exotic flair. Moonlight, delicious food and shiny things bring out the best in me. I am a comic, and I know laughter is the best medicine, so if you have a great sense of humor, I’m certain we’ll get along just fine–don’t sigh too loudly at my corny jokes. Something many can attest to, is the radiance and glow that often follow me, my pictures do not do me justice. I’m sure you’ll tell me the same as we white-water raft, climb Mount Everest, or have a nice bite to eat on our first date.I am a force to be reckoned with, but emit only positivity–something I’d love to see in the world. I am ambitious and I need to be- I’ve got a world to change.I can’t wait to meet my next benefactor.”

DESIRED ARRANGEMENT
“I am seeking a gentleman. Someone honest, direct, and kind. I’d like to meet someone who is wise, generous and willing to share his insight. Someone who’s company I can enjoy, who simply has the means and desire to support me,dote on, and guide me.Treat me respectfully and I will do the same for you.“  

 *** I left out the final part of her write up, I told her to add it but to finish it lightheartedly. No negative tones, remember.


Best wishes sugars,
-Ruby

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Tfw your mother has a weird fixation on the Mechanist class, only making your disliking of puppets twice as bad because of their ever growing Mechanist League.

Honestly, I just get so excited when I see fatesonas with the Mechanist class. But there’s not many ;;

So a while back a long while back, I asked if people wanted their fatesonas to be a Mechanist class temporarily, as an excuse so I could draw more Mechanist tbh. And here it finally is. :D

Anyway the fatesonas featured (left to right) are;

Ana - @gravityfallsaulover

Iola - @noirneko

Shelly - Mine lolol

Lilly - @lilly-da-loli

Marcus - @draco-marco

Amane - @houmatsunokioku

Tomatsu - @blindlyxdivine (I hope you’re feeling better btw, I heard you were having a tough time right now, so I hope this makes you feel a lil better!)

Tipsy - @tipsy-scales

Meili - @roses-to-roses

Floran - @oreowarrior

Namika - My fatesonas kid

AND OUR SUPERB AND WONDERFUL CHEERLEADER WHO I ADORE SO MUCH THANK YOU @serkat!
Bless you dear. ; v ;

“Look around look around, at how lucky we are to be alive right now!”

I know you were getting a lot of hate recently so I made this to help cheer you up! I hope I did your art-style justice, Im sorry if it doesn’t look good, especially with the hands.  @galactibun

Hey my sisters and brothers of Young Justice, I’m so happy with #YoungJusticeSeason3 and just remember something, all of us made it possible, remember Greg Weisman and Christopher Jones… “Just fans can save Young Justice ” I’m so proud of all of you who never loose the hope with #RenewYoungJustice #KeepBingingYJ #YJLatinFans and so proud of be part of this fandom, isn’t easy survive the hiatus and just a big fandom can keep alive the cartoons and please forget everything of the little different opinions of characters, couples or history, our love for Young Justice is the only important

Jughead Jones x Reader: Seniors with Jr’s

Request:
Can you do an imagine we’re the reader and jughead are dating and they have their own place but still go to high school and the reader is pregnant and there’s a lot of fluff when the baby comes


A/N: This one was interesting to write only because I have vowed to myself to never have children (My opinion only, everyone has their own), but my sister is pregnant so I see pregnancy firsthand at the moment and I have had young friends and family get pregnant throughout their high school years, so I hope I did justice to the person who wanted it and the readers. Coming up with the title was a little tough, but I think it’s cute, hopefully you can enjoy the pun in it. 

Words: 1400

Summary: Jughead x Reader are with child juggling life in high school.
Spoilers: There will be a Jughead Jr (Girl/Boy you decide) in this fanfic world. 

Warnings: It started out with a kiss, how did it end up like this, it was only a kiss… lol ok I’m done.


It was your senior year in Riverdale High and you had been going out with infamous, brooding writer Jughead Jones The Third. You two were madly in love, but your parents didn’t approve of the relationship that much. By sophomore year you knew about Jughead’s family problems and homelessness, so you both found jobs. You worked at Pops as a waitress and after they tore down the Twilight Drive-In Jughead found a job at the comic store and you guys made enough to move into an apartment at Riverdale. The landlord knew both of since you were small, so he cut your bills and gave you leeway in your payments since he now knew about your condition. You were pregnant and soon the world would be blessed with a baby mixed yours and Jughead’s genes.

It had been a rough last couple of months since you were bound to pop in a week from now. The teachers at school helped you by giving your work to Jughead or your friends to take home so you could rest.

You hadn’t talked to your parents since you moved out and that devastated you, but you loved Jughead and as hard as the decision was, you had to choose to follow your future. They knew you got pregnant and soon they began to ignore your phone calls altogether. You missed them dearly and the occasional talking you had over the phone, but when you revealed to them you were expecting; the phone was no longer answered.

“Hey Babe” Jughead called out as you left your thoughts “Betty, Arch, Ron, and Kevin are coming over later to see you” he pointed out as he got near you to plant you a kiss.

“How was your day at school sweetheart?” You mocked Jughead with a smirk on your face.

“If you must know, Fridays are a good day because that means I come home to you” Jughead replied to you while sitting next to you on the couch and taking your hand “and I don’t have to deal with those neanderthals for two days” he says while planting a kiss on your palm and rubbing his palm on your baby bump.

Later there was a knock on the door.

“I’ll get it” Jughead spoke and you smiled.

“Hey Guys!” you called out from the couch.

“Oh my god (Y/N) look at your belly!” Betty called out “You’re glowing.”

“I can’t believe we are going to become aunts” Veronica praised.

“Whatever, everyone know I’m going to be the cool uncle” Kevin declared.

“Where do I put the bags?” Archie questioned as they left him alone with the goodies, they were going to cook in a while.

“Just put them on the counter Arch” Jughead answered, so he did and went near you.

“Jesus, (Y/N) you are going to have a mini you and Jug and it’s just hitting me” Archie remembered as he motioned to you if he could touch you baby bump and you nodded.

“It moved, I bet you it just high fived me, see it prefers me” Archie declared.

“I’m pretty sure it will prefer me any day Arch” Jughead spoke out and the whole room started laughing.

You helped Betty prep the dinner, chicken parmesan with pasta on the side. 

As you all gathered around the table you ate, and laughed. You couldn’t help but smile at the wonderful friends who had become your family. Though you frowned at that thought, you tried shaking it off, but Betty caught it.

“What’s wrong (Y/N)? Is the baby kicking hard?” She asked as she put her hand against your belly and gave you questioning look.

“You guys are amazing” you called out, “you guys are now the only family I have left” you lamented while squeezing Jughead’s hand.

They all gave you a smile as they stood up and gave you and Jughead a group hug.

The next morning you woke up to Jughead getting dressed.

“Hey Jug, I didn’t know you had work today” you stated trying to get up as he helped you up.

“They called a while ago, need me to come in, I said yes because we need the money” He answered you with a smile on his face.

“Okay, babe, have a good day” you replied kissing his cheek on your way to the bathroom to wash your teeth.

“You two babe” Jughead smiled and gave you a kiss on your forehead and one on you belly as he exited the apartment.

Little did you know, since he saw you miserable yesterday when you mentioned family, he went out to talk to your parents.

“Hell- o” your father stated as he opened the door revealing Jughead.

“Hello Mr. (Y/L/N), I was just wondering if I could talk to you and your wife real quick” Jughead responded.

Your father opened the door and motioned Jug inside.

“Who was that honey?” Your mother asked as she stepped out of the kitchen to unveil Jughead.

“Jughead would like to speak with us (Y/M/N)” as he leaded Jughead and your mom to the living room.

“What do you need to say Jughead” your father recalled.

“(Y/N) is due next week, and she really misses you guys” Jughead let out “I know, I know you guys didn’t approve of us and now she is pregnant and that probably doesn’t help, but” Jughead was cut off by your mom.

“Jug, I know my daughter loves you, and I can see you love her back; but she is the one that decided to leave and get knocked up” She spilled.

“I see that Mr. and Mrs. (Y/L/N), but I just wanted to come and say is that she loves you guys and when you are ready to come back into her life we will be waiting with our arms wide open” Jughead reassured them as he walked towards the door and your father followed suit.

“Take care of our baby girl Jug” your father requested as he moved his hand towards Jughead to shake and Jughead shook it and nodded leaving your old home.

As he was opening the door to the apartment you surprised him.

“Jughead! Where were you?!” you yelled “I called work and they said you weren’t there” you questioned.

“Oh- oh- my god (Y/N), you were due next week, I am so sorry!” he protested grabbing your hand and taking you to the car because your water just broke.
“Where are you going Jug?” You asked him as he was making his way back to the apartment.

“To get the baby stuff” he proposed.

“Oh Jug” you smiled “The stuff is already in the car, now get in” you pointed out, so he did and drove you to the hospital.

Soon they got you into a room, and Jughead called all your friends.

You gave birth to a beautiful baby (Girl/Boy you decide).

“Look at what we made Juggie” you exulted as he kissed you in the lips.

“Where were you today Jug?” you questioned him again as your friends entered your room to see the baby.

“Oh my god!” Veronica and Betty praised.

“I want to carry it first” all your friends rejoiced in sync and you smiled and you all chuckled which soon was interrupted as your parents came in the room.

“What are you two doing here?” You asked your parents as they closed the door to your room and Betty took the baby in her hands and all your friends frowned at her.

“Jug went to talk to us this morning” your mother answered and you turned to look at Jug and smiled at him and mouthed a ‘thank you’ at him as he took your hand and smiled back.

“We didn’t want to be the terrible parents who gave up on our daughter who moved on with her life for someone she really loves and is going to start her new family with” your mother continued.

“I am not giving you up that easily (Y/N/N)” your dad finished as they both went up to you and hugged you and pecked a kiss on your cheeks.

“How did you know I had the baby already?” You commented.

“You have wonderful friends” your father clarified as you turned at your friends who had smiles plastered on their faces and you couldn’t believe the people you had been blessed with.

And so a new mix arrives and once again it’s on a not very new song. This time we hope we did justice to one of Marina’s most underrated songs. 


The amazing thing about Electra Heart as an album is how much emotion shines through the lyrics and melodies used so we tried to take advantage of that and make a mix that centers around the line “Love is all that I fear”. This way the two sides of Electra can be shown by having a dancey bassline at the beginning but introducing a more melancholic second verse that flows into the chorus and finally merging both.

Hope you guys enjoy this!

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Imagine Dean teaching you how to play pool

Originally posted by dean-winchester-crush

Summary: You work at the roadhouse, and are consistently flustered whenever Dean comes around. When Dean realizes you don’t know how to play pool, he takes upon himself to teach you. With strings attached, of course…

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,000

Warnings: mild awkwardness and embarrassment

This is for the lovely @summer-binging-spn! Sorry it took so long, and I really hope I did your idea justice!

Keep reading

“Rrrrgh.  You…you always win, don’t you.  You always get what you want.”

“I guess…I guess this is what I deserve for…for not finishing you off.  I had the chance to make everything right and I wasted it on my stupid insistence on bringing you to Homeworld to…to face justice.”

“Well, I hope you’re happy in this overgrown hellhole, Rose, because some day soon the entire might of our people is gonna come down on your head for what you did to our Diamond.”

“What she did to…Yellow Diamond…?  I don’t understand, we saw Yellow Diamond a few weeks ago, she’s fine.”

“Wh–Yellow!?”

YELLOW!?  What–what is wrong with you?  You can’t live your life pretending nothing’s wrong, that you–that you didn’t betray everything good you were ever given!  That you didn’t betray her!”

You killed Pink Diamond!  You killed the greatest Gem we could ever have known, and now you’re pretending it never happened!?”

“hhrrrrRRRRRNGH

“You can’t run from what you did to us forever, Rose.”

Sealed With A Kiss--Imagine #4

Anonymous said: Hello! I ❤ your blog! Could you please write an imagine where your crush secretly likes you and you’ve spent a really long time thinking that he doesn’t bec he never talked before, but then he confesses to you on prom night? Thankyou!!

A/N: Thought this was a really cute idea, especially since who hasn’t dreamed about dancing with their crush and having them gawk at you at prom? I know I def have. Also, I hope you don’t mind the gay glitter I splashed in for good measure. I couldn’t resist. Hope I did your idea justice. Keep dreaming!~Logan


I stared at the side of c/n’s head. His side profile was just as striking as his front profile. I was mesmerized by the way that his eyelashes naturally curled just a bit at the end, most boys had completely straight eyelashes. His eyes were cast down at the desk in front of him, scribbling notes we were supposed to be taking from the whiteboard at the front of the class. I had given up trying to keep concentrated long ago. Besides this class was too boring to follow anyway and I’d end up daydreaming even if c/n wasn’t here (most likely about c/n).

The bell ringing pulled me abruptly out of my reverie. I was pleading with my eyes for a whole forty-five minutes c/n to look at me. To just once notice me. We’d never spoken before, but I swear I watched his every move. Oh god, I was sounding like a stalker. 

I made my way to the hallway, huffing at my unsuccessful attempts to get him to notice me. It had been so long since I started liking him and not once did he seem to notice me in the way I wanted. It was so painful seeing him joke around with other girls. I was envious of them, they took his gaze and presence for granted. Took his attention, his glorious face, fuck, they took his whole existence for granted. And that bothered me to no end.

“Oh boy, looks like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed,” f/n raised her eyebrows.

“No, I just ended up on the wrong side of the social clique,” I sighed.

“Aww, babe, don’t worry about it. He’ll come around someday,” f/n rubbed my shoulder reassuringly. She knew how big my crush on c/n was and thankfully had mercy on my poor, lovesick heart and was gentle with me.

I glared at the stupid prom poster facing me from the other side of the hallway. It was tonight. I had reluctantly decided to go with f/n since she was so desperate to go. Besides, it would be fun. She had a knack for making any boring thing fun. But secretly, I had been hoping c/n would miraculously wake up one day, realize he had feelings for me, and ask me to prom in the most romantic way possible. 

Alas, none of that happened. 

As me and my friend walked down the hallway to our last class of the day I looked up, feeling a pair of eyes on me. C/n’s eyes were staring back at mine. I almost fell over myself. He looked away and I mentally cursed myself for not having the courage to try and talk to him.

As we walked past, I stole a glance back. 

“You know she doesn’t have a date,” I heard his friend say, as his eyes bored into mine as I walked away. He turned away. 

I was going to make him regret not asking me out tonight. 

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“This place is gorgeous!” F/n squealed, gripping my bare arm so hard I thought she’d tear my skin right off.

We were walking through the bedazzled gym. It was set up pretty nicely. But it was already getting stuffy as more teenagers started filling up the dance floor. 

“Geez, mind taking it easy on my arm,” I grumbled. 

“Cheer up, Buttercup! The night is young, you look stunning and the possibilities are endless,” She smiled brightly at me. 

“I just wanna dance. Forget all my worries,” I managed a smile at my beautiful friend. 

“Let’s do it.”

So, that’s what we did. Before long, I had forgotten all about c/n and was lost in the thumping music vibrating through the speakers. F/n had been lost in the sea of crazy, hormone driven, dancing teens, but last I saw she was goofily dancing with another guy. I had no qualms about her being away from me. Instead, I let myself drown in the feeling of other’s arms, legs, backs, and chests pressing against me. I closed my eyes, and felt someone start dancing in sync with my hips from behind. I didn’t really care who it was. This was my night to lose myself. I was looking like a queen, but that didn’t mean I had to act like a proper one. 

Grinding my hips into the mysterious person behind me, the person let their hands rest on my hips, pulling me closer. I opened my eyes.

And there he was. Suit and tie, looking like a real gentleman, dancing spiritedly with everyone else. A vision in the changing lights of the gym. My breath hitched in my throat as our eyes locked. Recognition flashed through his eyes, and I didn’t miss the way his eyes swallowed me up whole, traveling from my ankles back up to my eyes. 

This was my chance to make him sorry for not asking me to the dance. I kept my eye contact with him steady and intense. Putting all the passion of my feelings into my gaze, I tried to convey what I felt for him. How much I wanted to dance with him, feel his fingertips on my hips, not the fingertips of the person that was currently dancing with me. But this was his punishment. I don’t know what came over me, most likely my frustration from him not talking with me or seeing how much I liked him built up from all the months of liking him. But before I could come to my senses, I intensified my dance, grinding and swaying my hips–teasing, mocking him.

He licked his lips, and his body had for the most part stopped moving to the music. 

I turned around meeting a smirking feminine face. Oh god, I was grinding on a girl. Oh well, I really didn’t mind that much.

“Damn, y/n, didn’t take you for one to go for the girls,” one of the girls in my class who was lesbian quirked an eyebrow.

“I didn’t realize,” I laughed. “I did enjoy it though, you’re a good dancer.”

“What can I say? Girls do it better,” she winked, but clearly had enough of my straight ass and moved onto dancing with a girl I know she’d had her eye on for awhile.

“Go get ‘em, Tiger,” I cheered after her. “Maybe I should try girls for a change.”

I felt a calloused hand that felt surprisingly soft also, glide over my bare shoulder from behind. Goosebumps sprang up at his touch, covering the bare skin of my shoulders, arms, and cleavage.

“Boys not interesting enough for you?” a voice whispered huskily into my ear. I shivered involuntarily. I knew that voice, that smell. C/n.

I turned to face him head-on. “No, it’s not that. They just don’t pay attention.”

“Well, I’m paying attention now. Hell, y/n, I’ve always paid attention.”

“Prove it,” I challenged, pressing myself into him. 

His hand smoothly curved over my hip while the other gracefully intertwined out fingers together. They fit perfectly. A slower song floated through the air, and we swayed, but the intensity wasn’t lost between us.

“You love making jokes and hearing people laugh at them, but you always end up laughing at them yourself. You think you were the biggest dork when you were twelve. Your hair constantly annoys you. Your best friend is your rock. You love food and netflix. You waste all your free time on Tumblr. You stare at me way too much for your own good,” He smiled gently. “Not that I’m complaining.”

I was rendered speechless for a moment. 

“Oh, and that dress you’re wearing was made for you,” he leaned in close to my ear, his nose brushing my temple, lips brushing my ear. “You’re absolutely breathtaking. In and out of a prom dress.” 

My eyes widened and I raised my eyebrows, “C/n.” Then his face flushed and he seemed to realize what he’d said. 

“What I meant to say was that whether you’re in a prom dress or just in casual clothes, you’re always breathtaking.” He couldn’t have looked cuter, his blush reaching all the way to the tips of his ears, a sheepish smile gracing his features.

“I’m serious though, y/n. I know I’ve been a coward not telling you how I feel about you, but I’ve noticed a lot about you. But I want to know more, I want to know everything.”

“How do I know you’re telling the truth?” My eyes searched his for lies. I found none.

He brushed a stray hair back behind my ear. Licking his lips, he looked down at my own lips. I could’ve fainted right there if it hadn’t been for his strong, almost desperate grip on me. The passion, love, hunger, and desire clear in his eyes made my stomach churn.

And when his lips finally met mine, I breathed a sigh of relief. My body pushed into his, almost slumping in relaxation as he engulfed me in this tender moment. He slid both hands over my waist and down to my ass, pulling me as close as possible. I gripped his suit jacket in my hands, intensifying the kiss. Our lips molded so well together and I gripped the short hair on the nape of his neck as his tongue slid into my mouth. He groaned at my fingers massaging his scalp with my nails. I never wanted this dreamy moment to end. 

But eventually, we had to pull away. 

“Because I’ve sealed my promise with a kiss. And I don’t play around when it comes to kissing,” He answered my earlier question, lips slightly swollen and tinged with my lip gloss.

“I noticed.”

Come Back To Me (Cassian Andor x Reader)

I finally got this imagine done after 5 hours of agonizing over it. YAY

This is set directly before the battle at Scarif during Rogue One. We all know how that ends… which just makes this more heartbreaking. I really loved this idea and I hope I did it justice. 

I officially have an ask box open! Feel free to leave requests! I’m trying to fill as many as possible while I have time. I promise I don’t just write for Cassian. I’d love to expand this blog to more than that. 

Enjoy some pain, my loves! 

Requested: Nope

Paring(s): Cassian Andor x Reader

Words: 500ish

Warnings: feelings, as per usual

You wipe your bloody hand on your pants, holster your blaster and move quickly into the cockpit of your ship. Your engine roars to life and you blast the Stormtrooper bodies that you had left in your wake off of the cliff and into the sea.

“It’s a better burial than our dead ever receive.” You murmur. Standing on your good leg, you mock-salute the troopers, shouting, “Good Riddance!”

Slumping back down into your chair, you escape the moon’s atmosphere and engage the hyperdrive. You escape into a relatively safe system and remove the disk drive your stole from the pocket of your pants. Plugging it into the port in your dash, you scroll through the documents.

It’s a prisoner record. So many friends… Most of the files read “TERMINATED” across the bottom. You shut your eyes, turning away from the screen. Repeatedly running your hands through your tangled hair doesn’t seem to cease their shaking.

You see an incoming transmission from an imperial vessel on a rebel frequency. Someone in trouble? You can’t handle hearing of another death today.

You answer, “This is the Captain speaking.“ 

"Y/N? It’s Cassian." His voice is scratchy coming through the speakers, but distinctly his.

"Cassian? What are you doing? Imperial territory. Open frequency.” You panic, thinking the worst, “Are you alright?" Why else would he be calling you if it wasn’t serious?

"I’m fine, love. I’m fine. Where are you?” his voice quiets to an almost-whisper.

"I can’t tell you.” It could compromise my mission. If you’re found with these documents, you would be killed onsite.

“Alright. Good. Stay there, please." He pleads. You desperately wish you could see his face. It had been months since you’d been at the base, months since you’d looked into his eyes, hugged him, kissed him, anything. The anguish in his voice made that longing even more pronounced.

"What are you talking about?” You turn on the autopilot so you can concentrate on the conversation. “Cassian Andor, what the hell is going on?" 

"I can’t tell you. Just promise me that you’ll stay safe." 

“Cassian, no. Where are you? Let me meet you somewhere.”

“No matter what happens, I will see you again. No matter what. You got that?”

“Cassian Andor, would you listen for a second?”

He cuts you off, “I love you.”

It wasn’t as if it was the first time you heard it. It was the fear of it being that last that prompted a panicked, “W-What?”

“I love you. Remember that, okay?”

“I love you too.”

Cassian sounds far away as he says, “I have to go.” You never want this call to end. “I’ll see you soon.” He doesn’t sound so sure. 

“Y-yeah… just promise me that I’ll see you again. Promise me you aren’t going to get yourself killed.” It’s empty and you both know it. 

“I promise. I love you.”

The call dies, along with the unsaid words on your lips.

When You Look Me in the Eyes

Summary: The one where Veronica would defend Betty to the death, and Betty is the only thing that can bring her back down to earth despite her overwhelming fury

Word Count: 901

Rating: PG for the most part..

A/N: Inspired by @yellow-beronica // When You Look Me in the Eyes by the Jonas Brothers.

I hope I did your idea justice! xx

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“The Riverdale football team just made the worst decision of their lives, crossing me. They’ll regret this.” Veronica slammed her locker shut, across the hall from Betty’s locker. Kevin did his best to calm the infuriated Veronica down, even in the littlest. “Betty’s fine. Look we’ll clean the paint off her locker. Everything will be okay, Veronica.”

Veronica pushed Kevin into the lockers, “Stay out of my way, Keller.” She snapped at the boy, who eagerly backed up. It was true, nobody should mess with Veronica Lodge.

Kevin rushed off to find Betty, and tell her of the situation. Not wanting Veronica to get in over her head. Kevin definitely knew that Veronica wasn’t someone who could be talked down off the edge, unless of course it was Betty doing the talking.

Veronica wouldn’t have let this get on her nerves, something this immature and idiotic would never have bothered her, but it bothered Betty. No amount of Betty telling her it was okay was going to change anything about the situation. Veronica could see the hurt in Betty’s eyes at the words that were written all over her locker. Betty wasn’t crazy, she wasn’t a slut. She was none of those things and Veronica didn’t have the slightest idea as to why the football team thought of the blonde in such a harmful way.

Betty was anything but crazy. She was the biggest sweetheart Veronica had ever known, and she cared for people an immeasurable amount. Betty was the farthest thing from a slut too! “Ridiculous idiots,” Veronica mumbled, her heels clicking against the smooth tile hallways of Riverdale High School. Those words hurt Betty, and Veronica wouldn’t stand for that. No one, and she meant no one was allowed to hurt her Betty. Her eyes nearly mimicked her raven hair, dark with anger as she made her way to the boy’s locker room.

Betty rushed out of the girl’s bathroom after Kevin had come to her aid. “Where’s Veronica now?!” She sniffled, wiping at her eyes after finally stopping herself from crying. What they did shouldn’t have affected her nearly as much as it had.

“Presumably, out for blood.” Kevin rolled his eyes. Betty rushed off to the boy’s locker room, the only place she thought Veronica would be going. Veronica burst into the locker room, her face red hot with anger. Archie was pushed by one of the other players, stumbling and almost losing his towel. “Ronnie, what are you doing here?” He asked eyebrow raised in confusion.

“Back off Andrews, I have no business with you.” Archie, much like Kevin, immediately did as he was told. “I don’t know who you all think you are, but you do not get to mess with Betty Cooper in that way. You’re all such children, it’s unbelievable.” Veronica scoffed, obviously pretty damn pissed off.

“Look Ver-”

“Don’t you, ‘look veronica’ me, you absolute imbeciles. What you did to her will not fly in my book. So don’t you ever mess with my girl again, or we’ll have a serious problem on our hands.” Veronica shouted at the locker room full of wet football players. They just laughed in return, unaware of the kind of damage Veronica could deal.  “I swear to g-“ Veronica was cut off by a familiar hand wrapping around her arm and holding her back from physically beating one of the guys down.

“Ronnie. It’s okay.” Betty’s sweet voice filled the air, nearly instantly calming Veronica down. Veronica turned to Betty, still fuming on the inside. Betty placed her other hand on Veronica’s arm, rubbing it gently. Their eyes met, Betty’s lips parting to breath out four words, “Ronnie. I love you.” Betty knew that was sure to somewhat calm Veronica down if not completely bring her back to earth. Veronica’s brown eyes softened when she looked at Betty. It was as if the whole world around them slowed down to a complete stop, like it was just B and V and no one else in the world. It was a feeling neither of them would ever forget, one that made their hearts soar. Betty led Veronica out of the locker room, but not before Veronica glared at everyone to remind them not to step out of place.

Betty laughed softly, “Thank you for standing up for me, even though you didn’t need to…seeing you angry makes me equally scared and turned on, which is strange.” The two girls walked down the empty hallway of Riverdale High, hand in hand, smiles on their faces. Every one noticed how they looked at each other. They were obviously in love. Anybody with eyes could see that.

Veronica pulled Betty off into a janitors closet without so much as a warning. “Okay when I said turned on, I didn’t mean ‘let’s do it in the janitors closet’, you dork.” Betty rolled her eyes, even though it was practically pitch black in the closet. “Shut it Elizabeth Cooper, I only brought you in here to kiss you.”

Without another word, their lips connected, sending shivers down both of their spines. After a bit of heated kissing Veronica pulled away, the slightest glimmer of a smile shining through the darkness. “Every time you look me in the eyes, and tell me that you love me, I know everything is going to be alright.” Betty’s smile was uncontainable, “I love you. You dork.”