the world could be falling down around them

Gem Hierarchy

This might have seemed very obvious to some, but I just realized we have enough information to support this, so here we go.

Gems are ranked based off their actual ranks on the Mohs Hardness scale. Gems on this scale can only be scratched by gems equal to or lower than them in terms of hardness, so having a higher number makes you more indestructible. 

The diamonds are the hardest gemstone with a hardness of 10. The disbelief that a Rose Quartz shattered Pink Diamond would make sense, because the only thing that should be able to scratch a diamond should be a diamond.

Both Rubies and Sapphires (Padparadscha included, as padparadschas are sapphires) are 9s. This is probably why Rubies were sent out as bodyguards for Sapphire, and why Sapphire was allowed to speak directly with Blue Diamond. Garnets, however, vary their hardness depending upon what type they are, but all garnets have a hardness lower than 9, which is also probably part of why seeing them fuse was such a disgrace- they combined and became weaker, even though they were almost the strongest.

Alexandrite, the fusion of Amethyst, Pearl, and Garnet, is an 8.5, making her an optimal attack gem, and making Amethyst and Pearl ‘stronger’ but Ruby and Sapphire ‘weaker’.

Next up is both Topaz and Aquamarine with a harness of 8 (although to be more exact, aquamarine has a hardness between 7.5 and 8), putting the two as equals. Aquamarine is obviously very egotistical about this, because she is pretty high up, and this is probably also why topaz is sent out on missions so much.

Amethyst, Peridot, Rose Quartz, Smokey Quartz, Jasper, Sardonyx, Rutile, and Agate all have a hardness of about 7, making Amethysts, Jaspers, and Rose Quartz-s good soldiers- tough but not too tough. Holly Blue Agate shouldn’t really have the authority over Amethyst and Quartz Guards the way she does, but there seems to be a trend with the ego that comes with blue gems working with other gems, as evidenced by both her and Aquamarine.

Zircon is a good 6.5-7.5, making them a slightly higher up but still fairly average bunch for their jobs as lawyers.

Both Sugilite and Opal are about a 6.5, making Amethyst, Sapphire, and Ruby ‘weaker’ as Sugilite, but Pearl ‘stronger’ and Amethyst ‘weaker’ as Opal.

Lapis Lazuli is a 5-6, making her an average gem, and putting her in the place to do the hard labor of terraforming. Rhodonite also falls here, and if we assume that she is a fusion of a pearl and ruby, then its not surprising that she has to hide as it would make a ruby softer and a pearl harder.

Malachite is a 3.5-4, which could be why Lapis was able to take control of the fusion that Jasper thought fusing would make them stronger. Fluorite also has a hardness of 4, which we can only assume to be dragging down the hardness of some of her gems.

Pearls, the walking coat racks of the gem world, fall between a 2.5 and a 4. As such, they are easily bossed around by almost everyone, and are not expected to be able to fight. Bismuths have a hardness of 2-2.5, so they also would not be considered to be able to fight, and this is probably why they are tasked with working on modifying weapons instead of fighting with weapons.

TL;DR- gem hierarchy based on Mohs hardness scale, fusion of different gems frowned upon because the fusion most likely consists of an upper and lower gem, inevitably bringing down the hardness of one gem

Godric’s Hollow
  • When James parents died they left him their whole estate, but Godric’s Hollow was special, it was him and Lily’s wedding gift and the charming, secluded hamlet suited them just fine, so that is where the newly-weds decided to live.
  • It soon transpired that James had no clue how to furnish a house, and so Lily and Sirius teamed up to make this place a home.
  • Lily started with the sitting room, buying two enormous comfy sofas that could swallow you whole as you curled up and read a book from the equally enormous antique bookcase she bought and filled, with Remus’ help.
  • Sirius bought an entire stores worth of kitchenware, because if there is one thing he had learnt from his days cooking with the house elves, it was that you never knew what you were going to need.
  • ‘What even is a turkey thermometer and why do I own one?’ ‘Shut up Prongs you didn’t know what a baking tray was until two days ago.’
  • Lily also purchased an assortment of flowers which she placed on every bare surface of the house, adding splashes of colour all over the place.
  • Peter, who was quite allergic to pollen, couldn’t stop sneezing wherever he went.
  • ‘I fell attacked in my own home!’ ‘Pete, you don’t live here.’
  • Sirius and Remus are very big on the whole matching sets thing, and so came the his and her loofahs, his and her sink, his and her arm chair by the fireplace. Sirius even bought a ‘Mr & Mrs calendar collection’. Remus reassured a panicking James that Sirius had done the same thing with their apartment.
  • James and Lily spending an entire weekend painting bedroom walls a specific shade of cream that James had picked (Lily couldn’t tell the difference between three identical shades of cream, but James had been persistent that each one had a different ‘aura’) 
  • James accidentally swinging his arm around and wiping a huge line of paint across Lily’s face in the process.
  • ‘Potter!’ ‘Oh god, I’m so sorry babe I didn’t mean-’
  • Lily’s paint brush crashing not-so-accidentally into James face.
  • The next 15 minutes being a paint war between the two as the cover each other in more paint than is one the walls, laughing hysterically and it ending in a paint soaked kiss on the floor.
  • Three weeks of hard work later and the house is finished. It is finally a place the Potters and sometimes Sirius can call home. They can relax and focus on fighting a war.
  • And then Lily gets pregnant.
  • And the quiet life in Godrics Hollow has to prepare to become a lot noisier.
  • But no one is complaining (well Sirius is a little bit because he is usually the centre of attention, but Moony shuts him up.)
  • James is freaking out because raise a baby? In this house? In this war?
  • Lily is like husband, calm yourself, here have one of these 8 different parenting books Remus and I have been reading.
  • Sirius makes it his personal task in life to design the perfect nursery for this kid, and so seals himself semi-permanently in the second bedroom to work on it. No one is allowed in until it is finished.
  • Peter goes out and buys a pram and a high-chair, James and Lily really appreciated the gesture, they hadn’t been seeing enough of Peter recently.
  • Remus buys a collection of children’s books that he wants to read to the newborn, he has been saying all this time he would be terrible with a child, but everyone can tell he is secretly over the moon with excitement.
  • Lily is the first one to begin child-proofing, when she moves the knife block into high cupboard one day, and James is confused so he asks what child-proofing actually is.
  • James Potter becoming obsessed with child proofing.
  • I mean he finds every single corner in the house, I mean every. single. one., and places a foam buffer on it. He hides every mildly sharp object from scissors to hairbrushes.
  • ‘Really James?’ ‘Lily, you don’t understand, what if it poked it’s eye out with it by accident?!’ ‘…’
  • He buys a safety gate for the stairs, he buys locks for the toilets seats, he replaces the flower vases with plastic ones, he buys cushions for the dining chairs, he throws out the food processor and tries to throw away the toaster, but Remus eventually takes matters into his own hands and stops the rampage.
  • Then, one month before the baby is born, Sirius unveils his nursery.
  • He’s hand painted all the furniture, from the crib to the tiny bookcase, each in there own individual pastel colour.
  • He has put a mobile over the crib, its of the solar system, and its charmed to also show the phases of the moon. He also added in Sirius the star as an extra orbit.
  • There is a fully stocked changing table in one corner and a full chest of drawers in the other.
  • But the real showstopper what he painted on one of the walls.
  • Its a kind of mural. Of a Forrest full of trees and plants with a small clearing at the centre. Walking into the clearing is a large black dog accompanied by a equally large grey wolf with a small rat hurrying along between their feet. Lying down nuzzled together in the middle of the clearing however, is a stag and doe, dozing peacefully, curled around a small fawn that lies in between them. 
  •  The Marauders, Completed. I written above the image.
  • James has tears in his eyes as he hugs his brother, he is so grateful.
  • Then Harry is born and the house comes alive with life and joy and the Potters pour their love into their son.
  • Remus and Sirius would come over almost every day to play with Harry, Peter would join them as well sometimes and the laughter would carry on through the night as the small house vibrated with happiness.
  • Then the prophecy happened.
  • Remus and Sirius couldn’t come over any more, neither could Peter.
  • The house seemed to dull slowly as the absence of the men took it’s toll.
  • The flowers wilted as Lily couldn’t go out to buy her favourite fertiliser anymore, and James broke the stair gate one day by accident, but couldn’t go out to buy a replacement.
  • A certain darkness seemed to want to creep into the house as James and  Lily’s greatest project and comfort, had become their prison.
  • But, as always, the couple took this in their stride, determined for this to make them stronger rather than weaker, if not for themselves then for Harry, who mattered more to them than anyone else.
  • Lily dried and pressed the wilted flowers to make decorations for the walls, and James used the kitchen tools Sirius had bought to craft a new gate for the stairs.
  • They focused their energy on Harry, who although couldn’t go out to the park, go still be zoomed around the house by James with a small levitating spell, or slide down the stairs with a mattress on Lily’s lap, or fall asleep to one of Remus’ stories in a pillow fort his parents had built him.
  • And whenever James was missing Sirius more then usual, or Lily was wishing Remus was here to make hot chocolate for them all, they could look at that mural on the wall and know that, one day, everything would be okay.
  • Because although their world was crashing down, Lily and James Potter loved each other enough to build themselves a new one.
  • Until one dark night on Halloween, after a day of carving pumpkins no one else would see and eating candy they couldn’t give to other children, Harry Potter lost everything. Because the home his parents had so loving built, was blown apart by someone who could not love. He lost the big sofas you could sink into, and the industrial amount of kitchen utensils. He lost a baby gate and foam corners. He lost a master bedroom that still had hand prints on the walls from where his parents has played. He lost bundles of calendars made for years to come. He lost a collection of books selected just for him to enjoy. He lost two people who sacrificed everything they could, just to keep him safe. And when that curse rebounded, everything in its path was destroyed.
  • And in its path was a mural, of a little Forrest somewhere, with a black dog, a wolf, a rat and and family of deer, all looking with love at the little fawn below.

I have to remain calm, take deep breathes, don’t panic, slow every way down. Blend in. Look bored. Broken. Get a blank ‘office’ stare on my face. This is how they do it, how they’re able to watch the world fall apart around them. Because to them this is normal. It’s all they know. Maybe I can learn from them. I wish I could see myself through your eyes, don’t you wish you could see yourself through mine?

fire (jughead jones x reader)


pairing: jughead jones x reader

word count: 1139

request: Hiya! Love your blog! Maybe a jughead one where he is dating you but is more in love with Betty than he is with you. He tells you this and just a lot of angst. Thanks!!

warning: there’s a curse word in this, if anyone cares. also this is super depressing, yikes, sorry.

On that fateful day, there were three things you knew for certain.

The first, was that you were in love with Jughead Jones.

You really wish you could just say it was a stupid, teenage infatuation— a high school boyfriend that was nothing serious, but every time you looked at him you felt something that you couldn’t even place into words. Every time you saw his face in the hallways, pictures, down the street, in the distance, or up close— your heart would light up in some way. You remembered that looking at him when you first met felt like your heart was full of Christmas lights. You remembered very clearly, the feeling of sitting across from him at Pop’s, each of you doing your own thing, but sometimes you would look up at him and notice how beautiful he looked when he was concentrating: blue eyes reflecting computer screen colors, biting his soft lip harshly. Even worse, when he looked up at you and smiled.

You couldn’t help it: he was your first everything. Your first kiss, your first boyfriend, first everything. Sure, he was not the first person to call you beautiful, but he was the first person who made you believe it. He would often find you sitting on the roof of his tiny room at the drive-in, crying. You would always say it was because of the movie, but he would always know when it wasn’t. He would bring his hand up to your face, the pad of his thumb wiping a stray tear away. He gave you such a fierce look of sincerity in his eyes when he said it, “You’re so beautiful,” it was impossible not to believe him.

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There's Only You Tonight

This is for @queen-archeron (thank you for the idea!!!) and @the-bookish-soul who wanted to be tagged!!!

Feyre had never known a first date to be like this.

Had never known it could be so… Well, so unlike the other ones she had been on before. But maybe that was due to the fact that Rhys was unlike every other guy she had dated – Or, in her case, guys she had gone on one date with, which had inevitably ended badly, but Feyre had never really cared. Because – if she was being honest – the guys she had gone out with weren’t people hard to get over, at least not for her.

But now… Feyre found herself wishing that this would go well. That maybe – just maybe – this date wouldn’t end with an awkward goodbye or a half-hearted We should do it again sometime! That was so clearly a lie.

Feyre often wondered why she ever thought dating would be a good thing.

But when Rhys had come to her door with flowers, had smiled at her in a way that made her toes’ curl, had been a perfect gentlemen all night… maybe she had been wrong about dating.

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  • LOVE LETTERS ~ Army Husband AU

I sit here everyday, in your battered old armchair. No, I haven’t thrown it out like I had threatened. If I am to be honest, I’ve grown to love it, immensely so, ‘cause it still holds your scent, it still bears your warmth. A part of me dies each day, as I watch the postman ride past our gates. He stubs my anticipation with a wave of his hand and does everything to avoid my gaze. Guess my melancholy has begun to disturb the town’s people. Thanks to you. If only I could tell them how relief floods within me when I hold a piece of paper from lands unknown. If only they could see how I yearn for words penned down by tired fingers, some drenched in a tear drop, some hidden beneath the ashy smudge of your fingerprints. So much… so much has changed around here. But my world has not moved since you walked out the door. ~ With love

Every night, I begin to write to you, only to fall short of words. I fear if I speak of the demons, they’d dig their talons in your heart. The world around me is devoid of all beauty. So I close my eyes, letting my thoughts run back to you, my mind clinging so dearly to fading memories of you… they alone keep me sane, they alone keep me alive. So I close my eyes… and I’m home. ~ Yours always

I trust you

Summary: the reader watches a scary movie with Bucky, but after a bet things escalate pretty quickly. 

word count: 2267

Authors note: GUYS I AM SO IN LOVE WITH THIS!! I don’t know how I did it; but its THE perfect mixture of smut and fluff!! 

You were excitedly making your way to the compounds living room, expecting everyone else to be at the bar. When you walked into the room you saw Bucky sitting on the couch, absentmindedly flicking through channels.

When you entered the room he picked his head up, “Hey doll, what’s up?”. You still got butterflies in your stomach each time he called you that, even if you knew it was just a name.

You raised at eyebrow, “Aren’t you supposed to be at Mels with the rest of them?”. You watched that infamous smirk of his form upon his lips.

Leaning back into the couch he said, “You don’t have to hide the fact that you’re excited to see me doll”. You rolled your eyes, hoping it would hide your blush.

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//you’re speaking my language, @kitsuneprideleader thANK YOU!!!!

Little Patton watched from the doorway as Virgil made himself comfy on the sofa.  The tot wrung his hands on the hem of his shirt, twisting at the hips.  He’d only been small like this for a few hours, but his childish instincts were coming in full force.  Those coupled with his already heightened emotions made for an…interesting combination.

Unfortunately, the overwhelming need for affection had set in even worse than it did when Patton was an adult, and both Roman and Logan were busy.  Roman, who was Patton’s normal call-to when he wanted a hug, was busy in his kingdom trying to find a way to switch Patton back to normal.  Logan, who Patton always went to for little gestures like handholding, was also busy searching for a way to turn him back.

Which left Virgil to babysit.  

And to cuddle.

If Patton could get his legs to move.


Patton ran squealing, propelling himself onto a very comfy looking Virgil.  Virgil then jumped, curling in on himself at the sudden noise and weight on top of him.

“P-Pat, what are you doing?!”

Patton giggled and dropped his head onto Virgil’s chest, quickly wrapping his small arms around the anxious side’s neck as well as he could. Virgil awkwardly tried to rearrange the two of them, slumping down a bit farther so that he could lay down.  He moved Patton to his side, and quickly found himself curling protectively around the child.  Patton giggled and clung to Virgil’s hoodie, hiding his face in the soft fabric.

It didn’t take long for the two of them to fall asleep like that, Virgil holding Patton and practically hiding him from the outside world, and Patton clinging to Virgil as if his life depended on it.  Of course, for the four-year-old, he may have felt that life did depend solely on Virgil staying with him in that exact moment.

Not that Virgil minded.



PREVIOUSLY: “Just minutes ago I hadn’t been able to breathe, but it seemed that the fresh air had cleared the smoke from my lungs. The fire escape wasn’t very comfortable, but eventually I fell asleep comforted by Jack’s and Crutchie’s presence. “

A/N: this is set a few days after the last part, mostly bc i forgot she fell asleep on the fire escape. someone pls catch the things i want you to catch. please. i hope y’all like it and i hope you freak out. (also, sned me your favorite lines/parts again! also any questions or thoughts! i wanna hear ‘em all)


There is an upside and a downside to every situation, I think. At least, most situations. You don’t really ever get the good without the bad, but sometimes bad can come without good.

The good part of my predicament? I had actually slept all through the night for the first time in weeks without a single nightmare to rouse me from my slumber.

The bad part? I had dreamt something else. Something that didn’t seem all that bad at first glance, but oh boy was it a problem for me. Here’s the thing: I don’t fancy the idea of kissing strangers. And Race? He’s a stranger. My sleeping brain does not seem to care. How on earth was I supposed to look at him without going red after having dreamt about kissing him? About more than that. Kissing, holding, smiling, loving. Strangers are not supposed to be the subject of dreams about happy relationships, especially when said stranger is a huge tease.

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Embers: one

As I was lighting a fire over the weekend this fic popped into my head and I just couldn’t shake it. So, here it is! If you all like it, I have more in the wings. Let me know what you think!

Thanks to @takemeawaytocamelot for beta-ing this one.

“Adso!” Claire cried, barely getting the word out before choking on a cough.

The air was so thick with smoke she could barely see. Alarms were sounding off around her. She could feel the heat of the fire lurking behind the walls. Sweat dripped down her face and stung her eyes as she crept from room to room.

“Adso! Damn you, cat! Adso!”

He’d been sleeping on the bed when she’d fallen into it this morning, fresh from an overnight shift at the hospital. The fire alarms had jolted Claire awake, bursting through the music playing in her earbuds like a hot knife through butter. Her cat was nowhere to be found.

“Fuck!” she screamed hoarsely, slamming her fist into the wall.

Claire yelped, pulling her hand away from the searing hot surface, hearing the roar of flames coming from her neighbor’s apartment. There was no help for it, she needed to get out. Choking back a sob, she tucked her face into the collar of her shirt, feeling her way to the front door of her apartment.

Eyes streaming from the heat and smoke, Claire stumbled into the hallway, leaving the door open in case Adso decided his hide was worth saving and ran for it. Moving as fast as she could at a crouch, she almost reached the closest stairwell when she heard the crack of burning wood and jumped back in time to see the ceiling cave in a blaze of flame and ash. Coughing so hard she almost wretched, Claire turned and ran the other way.

“Adso!” she cried, seeing his gray, ghostlike shape dart from her open door and down the hallway toward safety, bristled tail held high in self righteous fury.

Claire felt like she was underwater. Breathing was getting harder with each pace, her body moving in slow motion as the world was spinning. She stumbled, got up, fell again. She vaguely wondered if she should be panicking when hands suddenly grasped her and tugged her to her feet.

When did I fall on the floor? she thought muzzily, between racking coughs and gasps.

“Come on, lass. Hold on to me. Quickly!” an urgent voice said in her ear as its owner started moving toward the stairwell.

He was tall. So much so, he had to stoop to wrap her arm around his neck and tuck his own around her waist to help her keep up with his long strides. Claire could feel her body shutting down; the heat radiated around them, pulsing waves that took away what breath she had left. She gripped his t-shirt, clinging to what senses she could still control.

“No’ much farther,” the stranger panted, kicking the stairwell door open and towing her down with him.

Another loud crack.

“Look out!” Claire cried, pulling him forcefully away from the falling debris.

Thrown off balance, he crushed her against the wall as they both fell into it. Claire felt the back of her head slam into the cement block and her knees gave out completely. The world was a spinning, choking mass of stars and roaring noise. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t breathe. All she could hear was the crackle of Death coming closer, bathed in red and blue light as it claimed its dues.

Her Favorite Criminal 4

@beyondthemoor Because it was her birthday and I wanted to have this done in time, but I’m a terrible person, so here it is late. Happy birthday fandom mother!

“The blue one is the use once in the morning right after waking up, and again right before going to sleep. This will help repair your lungs. The red one is to carry around and use if you feel like you need it.”

Sakura handed over both inhalers to Itachi who took them with a grimace. She felt sorry for him when she remembered how she felt when they told her the same thing only hours ago when she woke up. Her surgery had gone smoother in comparison to poor Itachi’s. He was trying to be brave about it, but there was going to be a long recovery for him to go through before he could put on a uniform again. The same could be said for her, but at least she knew recovery was possible. Itachi had gotten it the worst out of all of them.

“If you need it, I’ll remind you each day.” She tapped the blue box and it was enough to make him look up and grin.

“You think I’ll need it?”

“I think you’ll be difficult until you have the attention,” she answered, crossing her arms. There was a familiar sort of knowing in her eyes that came from nearly a lifetime of knowing the Uchiha that was Itachi.

His smile was soft even when he tried to be teasing. “Then please take good care of me, housemate.”

Sakura groaned, sliding down in the chair across from Itachi. “Really? You gotta rub it in, don’t you?”

“Allow me this one joy.”

“You’re all overreacting, I swear. Nothing happened.”

Itachi’s smile fell away and his eyes turned hard. “A wanted criminal with a record as violent and vile as they come took advantage of the situation and snuck into your hospital room the day after your surgery. No one cares that all he did was leave flowers, that’s not the point. He bypassed the security detail and was around you when you were most vulnerable. He could have done anything he wanted when he was alone with you. He’s taunting us.”

Sakura bit her bottom lip and held her elbows. She hated how she wanted to defend Madara, a wanted criminal that had once been one of her most treasured people. She felt guilt for still holding a part of him in her heart. She hadn’t turned around and hated him like Itachi had, and Sakura suspected she never would.

Madara, as cruel as he may be to the rest to the world, was nothing but soft and kind with her. It was a tempting sort of feeling, to be the only thing loved by a man who hated the rest of the world. She wouldn’t lie, it made her feel special, even though she knew it was only because of how they shared a close history. She could have been any other girl in that same situation and Madara would have felt just as strongly.

“I don’t think he wanted to hurt me, and really, our efforts should be elsewhere. The force is left so thin now by all the officers on medical leave. I don’t know if that’s what Kabuto wanted, but it’s no coincidence that his associates have doubled their movements to and from Oto.”

“True, but Kabuto is not moving right now; he’s too scared,” Itachi muttered, looking down at the boxes in his hands. “He miscalculated and pissed off the wrong mob lord.”

Sakura blinked, remembering the hushed conversation outside her hospital room. “So, it is true, what they were saying about Madara going on a vengeance spree. They wouldn’t tell me.”

“I asked them not to.” Itachi looked up at her from where he sat in bed. “You deserve some peace for recovery, and if you found out I knew you would want to look further into.”

Sakura felt tense inside her body, like her arms, legs, chest, and face were all part of a suit she had climbed into and outgrown while inside. She felt tight and trapped. Below her ribcage was a fluttering desire to break free and be useful. Refusing such an urge would only leave her feeling agitated, but she knew the Uchiha wouldn’t understand that coming from her. She had been a child too long in their eyes to not need extra doting at a time like this.

“I still do. I need to be helpful in some way, even like this.”

Itachi glared at her and it was cutting enough to make Sakura flinch. A second later Itachi realized his mistake and looked away, cheeks reddening. “Don’t,” he whispered in that raw voice of his, still sore from surgery. “Don’t push yourself again. That’s the whole reason you’re here.”

“I don’t regret it.”

I do. You were in sub par condition going into that building, and you were in charge of getting those other two out, both of which are okay and have already been discharged. They didn’t take as much of the smoke as you did.”

She looked away, uncomfortable with the unspoken accusation. Itachi was the only one who could say it out loud, but the second he did she’d bite back about he was just as much of a self destructive hypocrite as her and they’d both be sorry afterwords. Neither of them wanted that. She didn’t know what his reasons were, but she knew well enough that he stood in the same darkness of self destructive tendencies, maybe even more than her.

“It was bad all around,” she weakly offered.

Itachi might have said something more, but didn’t. He took her words and nodded, looking back down at the inhalers in his hands. For a while the pair of them sat in silence, content with the breeze from the open window and the feel of sunshine. Regardless of the state of the world, it was a nice day and it had been too long since either of them enjoyed one of those.

Sakura felt herself slipping and didn’t stop it when her body slouched down into a comfortable curl in the armchair that let her fall the rest of the way asleep. She felt like she could sleep around Itachi better than she could on her own. A little nap would be nicer than the fitful sleeps at night when the world was dark.

“Sakura?” Itachi’s voice was a whisper.

She mumbled something and turned her head into the seat, nestling. Outside someone with a window open was listening to Fleetwood Mac and it carried like a lullaby. Just what she needed.

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redmage123  asked:

Could I request a Genji soulmate Headcannon?

this was honestly one of my favourites to write. it’s the colour soulmate AU!

You’d known of each other since the dawn of Blackwatch. You were there when Mercy bought him in and you were there throughout the body modifications. Yet somehow, you’d never clocked up the courage to speak to him. You always seemed to avoid him no matter what. Perhaps it was because you were afraid of him; Blackwatch did always describe him as “their ruthless killing machine”

Months went by and you could barely make eye contact with him, you only saw the movement of red and dark grey pass you in the corridors.

But then came the fall of Overwatch. Agents scattered and for many years you didn’t even spare a second thought to the cyborg. You moved on with your life, had romantic flings here and there, even a long-term relationship, but nothing seemed to bring your world colour like you’d read in all the stories about it. In the end, you’d given up with love. You were better off alone in your small apartment with your cat and the classic weight of “… so what are you doing with your life?”

Weeks of loneliness and dreams about “what if?” passed by and for some reason you mind kept dabbling back into your memories at Blackwatch. Maybe it would be a good idea to reach out and contact an old agent… a friend.

You were sat at your computer, reading old articles about Overwatch when the call came through,
“Winston…?” You breathed. It had been far too long since you heard his name. Sure enough, when you accepted his friendly grinning face was there. You gasped, surely it couldn’t be. Winston told you about the Overwatch recall and how they needed you. You accepted without a second thought. “Yes!” You shouted, almost close to tears. Winston himself seemed more than happy with your decision. He gave you the information of the date, time and the location and that was it, off to call the next agent.

You spent the next three weeks counting down the days, raiding your wardrobe in the hopes to find your old uniform. It was stored in an old dusty carboard box, you always told yourself that you kept it for nostalgic purposes but secretly you’d always hoped you’d need it again.

When the time came, you were all suited up and ready to go, you couldn’t contain the butterflies in your stomach as you practically sprinted to the car that awaited you outside your flat. You felt very sophisticated with the blacked-out windows and suited hansom cab driver. They drove you to the secret location, no one outside of the old agency could know the whereabouts of new headquarters.

It felt like something of a cross between The Avengers and Ru Paul’s Drag Race with the sleek and modern building as the exterior and the way that everybody screamed and cheered when they saw you. You were immediately tackled into a huge hug from both and Tracer, McCree came and ruffled your head and you even earned a nod of approval from 76.

AS you were catching up with the girls, you noticed there were a few faced you didn’t recognise. Those heroes who weren’t exactly part of Blackwatch but more the main part of Overwatch. The air suddenly grew thick suddenly as you sensed a presence in the room. You turned and saw a man in traditional Japanese clothing, bow slung over his shoulder and as a bored looked played on his features. “Always was a favourite.” He sighed and made his was over to McCree. Jesse tipped his hat and shook his hand.

“Hanzo Shimada.” Lena whispered to you. Then it hit you,
“Shimada… as in-?“ She cut you off by nodding. Did that mean Genji would be here? You pushed that to the back of your mind as images of the terrifying red eyed cyborg came back to you.

As you continued to converse, old and new faces appeared, each earning their own share in hugs and greetings. There was even a few emotional reunions with tears, it was heart-warming to watch.

You watched as you saw someone step through the door. At first you assumed he was another omnic, but a second look had you thinking that he was too human-like to be an omnic. His body armour was a sleek grey with green circle lights to compliment it. “Jesse!” He shouted and bolted towards McCree. The cowboy stumbled backwards as this new guy almost tackled him into the biggest hug you’d ever seen. (insp.) You laughed as the two of them were practically jumping around each other. You leaned over to Hana, “Who is that guy anyway, I don’t think I’ve seen him before.”

The girls looked at you shocked, “Haven’t you heard, love?” Lena enquired. You shook your head and laughed. “That’s Genji Shimada!”


Your mouth hung open as you went to say something but your words failed you. They laughed and Hana closed it for you. Another look confirmed it as you saw the cold nod shared between the two brothers with an awkward Jesse in the middle. This was going to be interesting…

Things had settled down after a few weeks, it felt like things had never gone wrong. Sometimes you would train on the same team as Genji but that wasn’t a problem anymore. It was almost like he was a new person. He was happier, calmer and more controlled. You found that the sinking feeling in your stomach had soon been replaced by the familiar and sickly feeling of butterflies.

You found yourself finding any excuse just to work with him or be near him. This earnt you some sympathetic pats from Lena and Hana. “You’re absolutely smitten.” They sighed. You scoffed and shook your head.
“Don’t be ridiculous!” But you knew deep down that there was something lurking in the bottom of your heart and it wasn’t fear.

It happened when McCree had sent you on a mission. It wasn’t a real mission, he just needed more beer from the kitchen. For some ridiculous reason, they’d left the nearest box on top of the cupboard. It wasn’t like there were any kids to hide it from – maybe Hana but even then, she only drank Mountain Dew.

You thought it would be a good idea to stand on a stack of precariously balanced boxes in the hopes to reach your goal. You gave it one final stretch and you grasped the bottle in your hands. It was heavier than you expected and as you bought it to your chest, you stumbled backwards and slipped. You let out a scream as you felt but your fall was softened by two arms around you.

The minute you made contact with them, your world exploded into bursts of a brighter colour. You could see it before, but nothing had looked so beautiful. You felt a million times lighter and it was like a huge weight had been lifted.

You looked up and saw that familiar green and grey mask looking down at you. He said nothing as he put you down. “H-hey.” You stammered. He stared at you, fingers coming to his mask as he lifted it away. His umber eyes stared straight into your soul and he placed his hands on your cheeks.

His lips crashed into yours for a “heat of the moment” kiss. It was magical. You shifted slightly so that your lips fitted perfectly together. Your hands found their way to his shoulders and his to your waist as he pulled you closer. You pulled back, breathless. He apologised quickly and turned to walk away. But you snatched his hand and pulled him back.

“Did you feel it too?”

Genji nodded.

Her eyes - Klaus M. x Reader

Those eyes, welling with tears, would forever haunt him. 

Word Count- 945


There was one Mikaelson family secret that would never be shared, no matter what happened. She was the biggest regret the family ever came to have. 

1,000 years ago, when the Mikaelsons had been turned, they lost their best friend, their sister. (Y/N) is the Mikaelson’s biggest secret. Their hearts broke at even the thought of her.

(Y/N) had been a part of the Mikaelson family since she was born. Her mother and Esther had been really good friends so when (Y/N) lost her parents, Esther was more than happy to take her into the family. The only thing Esther didn’t want to do to (Y/N) was condemn her to an immortal life.

No matter how much the Mikaelson siblings begged, Esther refused to turn (Y/N) as well. The siblings were very upset, but none were as distressed as Niklaus.

(Y/N) and Niklaus had been sneaking around in a secret relationship that only his siblings knew about since Mikael would never allow it. 

But being happy and her not being turned was not why they kept her such a sad secret. One night, Mikael had found out about (Y/N) and Klaus and was not happy He almost went as far as to strike her, but Niklaus got her out of there before he could. 

So that night, Niklaus did the one thing he never wanted to do. 

~~~ Flashback ~~~

“(Y/N), are you alright?” Niklaus asked once they were in a forest clearing, a safe distance from his father. 

“I’m fine, Nik. I just didn’t think that he would be that mad when he found out,” the girl confessed as she hugged the man in front of her. 

But what she didn’t know was that Nik was struggling with himself, barely able to hold her in his arms.

“(Y/N),” he called to get her attention as he pulled back from her grip.

“Yes, Nik?” she questioned as she noticed his anxious and uneasy state.

“I’m sorry, Love, but you are not safe with me anymore. I’m afraid my father will harm you if we stay together,” He ___, not being able to look his love in the eyes. 

“Niklaus, w-what are you sa-saying?” She stuttered, hoping what she thought wasn’t the truth.

“Love, you know what I’m saying. There’s too much danger towards you if we stay together. I can’t bear the thought of you being the reason you get hurt,” he ___, while hesitantly looking up to see tears welling in her eyes.

“No, we can work it out together. Don’t let me go just because you’re afraid of the what-ifs. I love you, Niklaus, and I know you love me, too,” she cried, while grabbing his hands.

“I do love you. But I’m sorry, Love,” he said looking directly in her eyes, “You are going to forget about our entire family and our entire life together. You were orphaned at 17 and you traveled to where you live now. You know nothing about vampires or any supernatural being.”

The girl blinked, wondering why there were tears in her eyes and looked around. She couldn’t remember why she wandered into the woods or how far from the village she was. So she looked to where the sun was and walked in that direction.

~~~ End of Flashback ~~~
Her beautiful (E/C) eyes, welled with tears, haunted Klaus for his entire existence. 

(Y/N), she was the only one he truly loved but he had pushed her away to protect her. And for that he lost her. But he had watched her that day, after running out of her view, to make sure that she arrived safely to the village. He often checked in to make sure that she was still safe. And soon, found out that she came across a good suitor and settled down. He was jealous that it wasn’t him she settled down with, but he knew it was to give her her best chance at a normal life.

But soon, he and his siblings had to run from Mikael and he couldn’t keep an eye on her. Though he never got over her, and finally when he could get back to check on her, she wasn’t there anymore. 

*** Your P.O.V. ***

Somehow, I had died with vampire blood in my system and became a vampire. And everything about my life with my family, the Mikaelsons, came rushing back to me. But the only problem was, I couldn’t find them. I searched all over the world for them but was never successful. 

I never wanted to give up, but I had to. I had been around all corners of the world 5 times over and never found them. Do soon, i found a cute little town called Mystic Falls and settled down there. 

I made friends with Stefan and Damon Salvatore, two other vampires before making friends with their friends. 

One day, Elena, Bonnie, Caroline and I were all in the Mystic Grill having a nice lunch after a long day of shopping. 

“So what are you wearing for the decade dance, Bon?” Caroline asked before taking a bite of her salad. 

But before she could answer, I heard a familiar voice, “Can I get a beer, please?”

I turned and saw him at the bar. He looked the same as he did on that day except he had shorter hair and more modern clothing.

“Excuse me,” I said to the girls, as they continued talking and got up to walk towards the bar.

I noticed he heard and recognized me as he turned and looked my way.

“Niklaus?” I mumbled as I stopped walking and just looked at him.

“(Y/N)?” He whispered in disbelief and stood up. 

I smiled and continued to walk towards him.

“Is it really you, (Y/N)?” he uttered as he pulled me into a hug.

“Yes,” I breathed as I pulled back and looked him in the eyes. 

“B-but… how?” He stuttered.

“It doesn’t matter how. I’m here now. I love you,” I assured him before I kissed him.

“I love you, too, (Y/N),” he reciprocated when he pulled back before kissing me again.

Originally posted by thedesire

(In this, Shiro and Keith are brothers. That’s not really important at all, but I thought I’d mention it just in case.)

English paper. Physics test. Chemistry lab. History report. Math homework. Soccer practice. Student Government Association meeting. RA work.

The list only continued to grow with each passing second. Every time Keith blinked, something new was added to the heavy catalog that was his college career.

He was told as a young, budding freshman that in order to keep his full-ride scholarship, he’d have to maintain a 4.0 GPA on top of being an exemplary student across the campus, and he did.

For two years, he pushed through each day with a wide smile, but as a junior now, he was tired, his grades were starting to slip, and he wasn’t sure what to do.

One slip-up, and he was done. He could kiss all the hard work Shiro had put into getting him there goodbye.

And, just the thought of disappointing Shiro was the tipping point.

It had been a slow build up over the last few weeks. It started when he made a C on a Physics midterm, it grew when he got chewed out by his boss for allowing a few students to sneak alcohol in, it escalated when he fell at soccer practice and rolled his ankle, and now he was here, and he couldn’t breathe.

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Queen of the Water (10)

Bucky x Reader

Summary: A normal girl gets thrown into the Royal world. Royal AU

Word Count: 2k+

Warnings: the long awaited fluff is here now :D


CATCH UP HERE Part 8 Part 9 Part 11

Originally posted by negasonic-teenage-what-da-shit

A week into her solidarity, she had a visitor. She stood in front of the door to the cottage hesitantly before unlocking the door and peeking out the door. She swallows hard as she stares at the man in front of her. His hair is an unruly mess and his eyes are glossy—he hadn’t been sleeping. He throws the letter she had written him to her feet. He looks furious and she’s starting to get angry.

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MariChat May
Day 7: Happy Pawing
Words: 820|AO3

He really shouldn’t be here. He knows that.

But what’s the use of a school dance if he can’t even dance with her. If he can’t say ‘Dance with me, princess.’ and enjoy the night holding her in his arms. But he couldn’t, not as Adrien. They weren’t good enough friends to even make jokes about dancing together without the threat of awkwardness following.

Even when he flirted with her as Adrien she would tighten up, raising her shoulders and talk about getting air.

Which lead him here.

To the place he really shouldn’t be.

Transformed into Chat, in a secluded corner of the school, in a space used for storage, holding her close and inches away from kissing her absolutely senseless.

He’s curled around her, both arms around her shoulders with his head resting on hers.

“Why are you out here princess?”

The truth? She couldn’t stop thinking about him, she couldn’t stop thinking that he belonged next to her, dancing with her all dressed up in a suit and tie. Complementing her dress and keeping an arm around her waist to help her stay warm. She missed him, and she wanted him in there, she wants to know who he is and she wants him to know. She craves it so badly that the first reminder of Chat, a pickup line from Adrien, sent her stomach turning itself inside out painfully.

“I just needed some fresh air.” she says instead. “The smell of perfume in there is so strong it’s making my eyes water.

‘Liar’ his brain supplies

“I bet.” he answers. He can still smell the perfume, despite being away from the center of the school, and the music reaches up to them as if trying to coax them back down.

Chat takes a step back from her, as painful as it is and holds out his hand to her.

She refuses to take it, and looks away instead.

“Please don’t make me go back out there, I’ll be dizzy.”

‘Please don’t make me go out there and be without you for another two hours constantly dodging Alya’s questions about why I’m not trying to dance with Adrien. Please don’t leave me and let me stand alone on the sidelines as I watch people sway together keeping their hearts close together. Please don’t make me act like I’m okay. Please don’t leave me.’

Chat steps closer, and grabs a hold of Marinette’s hand, prying it gently from where it is over her mouth, lest she say something close to her true feelings.

He pulls her towards him, and holds his waist with his other hand. He starts swaying to the faint music gently. Mari smiles at him, her eyes scrunch in at the corners.

As she looks at him her eyebrows push in, then her mouth turns down and her eyes brim with tears.

Chat brings a hand up to her face, kisses her cheeks when the tears fall and holds her waist fractionally tighter.

‘I’m so sorry I can’t be there for you. I’m sorry you have to go through this alone. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I love you I promise.’

“Chat?” Marinette asks, voice just a whimper. It breaks his heart and he strokes her cheek. She leans into the touch. “Will you have this dance with me?”

He laughs, not because it’s funny, but because she needs him to laugh right now.

“That’s my line, princess.” he leans down and presses a chaste kiss to her forehead. She hums.

“Will you though?”

“I’d be honored.” he answers and she moves her hands to his shoulder, he moves his hands to her waist.

For a moment, they’re just suspended. Hearts pressed together, floating and swaying gently to the music and every second Chat’s joy grows.

She loves him she loves him she wants him near her.

He leans forward hunches over her a small purr starting up on his chest and his hands flexing and rolling on her hips. The material of her dress crinkles and he continues. Watching it wrinkle and straighten, gleam at this angle. He becomes so absorbed he barely notices when he falls out of rhythm and eventually gives up dancing altogether instead focusing on the shimmer of her dress and the feel of her hips under his hands.
She leans into him, eyes looking up and him looking down.

“Chat.” she says.

“Yes, princess?”

“What are you doing?”

“Pawing you.” he says like it’s the simplest thing in the world. He’s long learned to accept his cat like tendencies around her. She pulled them out of him and he could do nothing against it except go with the flow

“It feels like an excuse to feel me up.” she replies.

Chat leans down, captures her lips in a gentle kiss. He pulls away and she presses her forehead into his shoulder.

“Do I knead an excuse to feel you up?”

Five Reasons to Say “I Love You” (Chapter V)

Originally posted by fandomediiits

Reason: They Will Always Love You

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warning: Cursing

Summary: Peter and Y/n are best friends and have been ever since they were in kindergarten. Due to their close friendship, Peter has never said how he loved Y/n since they were children. But, as Y/n and Peter get older and Peter starts to have stronger feelings for Y/n, he can’t keep the words on the tip of his tongue.

Author: Dizzy

A/N: Holy shit! We’re getting close to the end of this series. Let me know if you ever want any more series like this. This is the fifth part of my new Peter Parker series. There’s a final part coming soon.

Masterlist Request a Prompt

Peter was pulling on Y/n’s heartstrings to push his luck. He knew very well what he was doing when he got her the beautiful new necklace he saved his money to buy and allowed Tony to help him pick out. He allowed his eyes to run over every little detail of the little ladybug pendant he had bought as he waited for Y/n to come out from her room.

They were going to prom together, something they had swore to do because Y/n had told Peter one night, when he was rested between her thighs as she patched him up, that it was better if they went together as best friends rather than a date they’d go out with once, because their bond was a mix of unconditional love and true friendship.

Peter would never realize that that night when he made a bad science joke seconds later, Y/n would continue to tell Peter that she loved him in her silly little laugh and her soft spoken words of how idiotic he could be. He would never realize that the love she spoke of, the unconditional, was in fact something she had hoped was romantic.

Y/n waltzed into the room, her palms sweaty and her lip pulled firmly between her teeth as she feared what Peter would say in response to the prom dress she had bought. Her black eye had healed in time for the dance and her makeup was free of the color purple, for she would rather not be reminded of the one time she got herself beat up for Peter on the night she wanted to tell him how she loved him.

Peter couldn’t pull his eyes away from Y/n’s beautiful form as she emerged from her room. He admired the way her dress fit tightly at the top before it cascaded down into a flowing wonder from her waist down. He especially loved how she wore a red dress with a little spider on her ring, though he did not know it was an attempt to show him how many feelings her little heart held for him. He rose from his seat, the jewelry box in hand as he walked towards her.

“Bug, holy shit.” He gasped.

Y/n smirked and wrapped her arms around Peter’s neck as her eyes looked him over. “I hope that’s a compliment. I paid good money for you.”

For you. For Peter.

He couldn’t quite wrap his head around the meaning those words held to Y/n in that moment, but he felt himself swimming in the words, in the sound of her voice when she had said that to him. He found himself enchanted by the sweet song she spoke, her voice a mix between the playful nature of a child and the romantic nature of a girl in a romantic comedy and he found that he was falling even deeper in love with this new side of Y/n.

“You look stunning, bug.” Peter complimented as he held the jewelry box up for her to take. “I got you something.”

“So, I take it no corsage?” Y/n rose a brow as Peter shook his head. “Good. You know how I despise those itchy pieces of floral shit.”

Y/n jokes were cut short by the gasp that escaped her red painted lips. She was stunned by the little necklace that was nestled inside of the little black box.

Some nerve Peter had to make her fall even more for him in that moment. How utterly rude of Peter to buy her something so beautiful and expensive, for his voice was not lace with money and his rented suit was not threaded with it either. How god awful of him to tug at her heart and melt the whole damn thing in the process, for Y/n hated the pangs of love, but with Peter, it felt much different.

Tears began to prickle Y/n’s e/c eyes as her shaky hands brought the necklace from its box and placed it in its rightful place around her neck.

“Peter,” Y/n’s voice was breaking under the weight of his endearment. “It’s beautiful. Thank you so much.”

Y/n pulled Peter into a close hug as she held her tears back and felt the security of his arms as they found themselves around her waist. She let out a shaky sigh, her hot breath on Peter’s neck as he swayed back and forth in an attempt to calm the girl down.

“You’re welcome, bug. It was the least I could do for all that you done for me.” Peter said softly, his voice strong and riddled with sweet nothings that were threatening to fall from his lips and into Y/n’s ears.

They were alone together, the world forgotten as the sensation of their tangled bodies and their shared movement pulled them from their now unknown reality. They were both high off their ambitions, drowned in overwhelming emotions and they slipped deeper into their shared endearment and for once they both did not care. They wished for nothing more than to be the only person for miles and miles outside that bustling city, except for one another and their tender voices.

Y/n pulled away from Peter, wished she could forever be closer to him as she smoothed out her dress and spoke in her enchanting voice. “We should get going or else we’ll be a little more than fashionably late.”

Peter nodded and the illusion that he and Y/n were the only ones in the universe dissipated from his conscious mind as Y/n nestled her hand in his and led him out of her apartment. He felt disillusioned on their way down the stairs and onto the city streets. He could feel his scrambled mind memorizing the way Y/n’s face gleamed in the city lights, the way she smiled at him in the passenger’s seat of the car and the way she spoke to him as he drove.

Peter knew anything could happen on a prom night, especially in the city of New York, the concrete jungle in which people’s dreams came true. He knew that story of how anything could happen in the city, the dreams of a singer, the life of an actor, even Y/n could happen in the city. And oh, how he wished Y/n would be his dream that transcended reality.

“Hey, bug?” Peter’s voice caused Y/n to pause her story.

“Yes, Petey?” Y/n’s sweet tone sent chills up and down Peter’s spine.

“I-” Peter analyzed his situation for a moment and decided against his plan once again. “I am so glad you’re my date to prom.”

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#25 #26 #43 #56 #73 march prompts with Raphael from Shadowhunter show? Thank you two! ❤❤

Raphael Santiago - “We always have a choice.”

“What’s happening?” You widened your eyes when you saw the windows shattering. A shiver rolled down your spine when pale people with sharp fangs started to climb inside and while your heart raced in your chest you held your breath.

“Camille…” Raphael let out a deep sigh and before you had noticed that he had moved he had pressed you between his back and the wall. “Don’t move. Don’t breath. Don’t talk.” He hissed between his teeth.

“What are you going to do? You’re outnumbered!” You whispered, but Raphael tensed all his muscles and took a deep breath.

Don’t underestimate what a person can do to protect those they care about.” He curled his fingers up to form fists and with one smooth movement he punched the first attacker in the face.

“Fine, but don’t you dare die on me, Raphael Santiago!” You placed your hands on his back and then you closed your eyes. If he was going to die and if you were going to die you didn’t want to see it.

“I’ve dealt with Camille’s vampires before and we’ll get through this. I promise.” His voice was barely a vague whisper and you only nodded, not realizing that he couldn’t see you right now. He was a good fighter. He had proven that time after time and he would probably prove it again, but normally he fought where you couldn’t see him, where you couldn’t hear him, where you couldn’t know how close to death he really was.

Right now you were standing behind him. You could hear the punches, the screams and the moans. You could feel it when he trembled, when he had to step forward or when he had to step back. Your heart stopped beating every time your skin no longer touched his. You had never really been worried about him, but if the two of you would survive today, you were not sure if you could stay calm next time he had to leave to take care of the mess Camille kept on causing.

“(Y/N)…” Raphael spoke softly and you felt two strong hands on your shoulders. There was no screaming or punching or moaning anymore. There was nothing but silence and Raphael’s soft voice whispering your name over and over again until you opened your eyes. “They’re defeated. They won’t harm you anymore.”

You realised that you were shaking and trembling, that your knees could barely carry the weight of your body and Raphael wrapped his arms around you to make sure you wouldn’t fall down on the floor.

“I’ve got you.” He carried you to the couch in the middle of the living room. He stepped over the death bodies on the floor and he ignored the pieces of glass everywhere.

“You killed all of them on your own?” Your voice was a little unsteady and the world around you started turning. “You’re holding back when we train together, are you?” You curled your lips up into a smile, partly because you were nervous and partly because you were in a weird kind of shock.

“I want you to be able to defend yourself, but if I wouldn’t hold back you might get hurt or worse.” Raphael touched your forehead and cheek with the back of his hand.

“How often have you been forced to fight vampires because they were after me?” You closed your eyes, hoping that you would start to feel better if you could pretend that the chaos around you didn’t exist.

“No one forces me to fight them. We always have a choice.” Raphael pressed a soft kiss on your lips. “And I will happily choose to fight for you for as long as you live.”

Sparks Fly (Betty Cooper x fem! reader)

The way you move is like a full on rainstorm

And I’m a house of cards

You’re the kind of reckless that should send me running

But I kinda know that I won’t get far

“Look at her, V. She’s so…what’s the word?” Betty Cooper asked her best friend as her eyes trailed on someone.

She was at the quad with Veronica Lodge, who rolled her eyes at the question.

“Crazy? Stupid? A loon?” Veronica offered.

Betty threw a look at Veronica’s way before shaking her head. “Stop it. I told you, she’s not like that. I mean she may seem like it, but she’s far from that. She’s just a little unpredictable, like a rainstorm.”

“And you’re a house of cards.” Veronica cuts off before her friend starts gushing. “She’ll tear you down without a second thought!”

Betty chose to ignore the raven haired girl. Instead she focused on the girl who caught her eyes.

(Y/N) (Y/L/N).

She was a transfer student from somewhere far away from the crazy town of Riverdale. Which is probably why she intrigued Betty so much. She was different in every way from the people that she’s known since she could walk and it was refreshing, to say the least.

Ever since she caught sight of those (Y/N)’s eyes she knew she was in trouble. She didn’t know whether to curse or thank the fact that she was in the welcoming committee.

So now she was watching her laugh with her friends in front of the school. They were messing around, trying to hit each other with God knows what they could find anywhere and (Y/N) didn’t seem to mind. She even dodged a glass bottle at one point and she just kept laughing.

“That girl is reckless, B. Run far away from her. To the opposite direction where you’ll be safe.” Veronica told her once she saw Betty eyeing (Y/N) again.

Betty smiled and shrugged slightly. “Why bother? I already know I won’t get far.”

And you stood there in front of me just

Close enough to touch

Close enough to hope you couldn’t see

What I was thinking of

“Yeah, it’s just that kind of thing, you know?” (Y/N) says.

She was standing in front of Betty, who couldn’t help but think that she was just so close. She could just reach her hand out and she’d be touching her.

And yet she was close enough that she might see what Betty was thinking of. It was weird, but somehow that was what Betty felt. Like (Y/N) could just see right through her soul. Betty hoped she couldn’t, though. She hoped she would just keep talking, maybe smile her smile at her while she did it.

Betty couldn’t afford to let (Y/N) know how she felt. Not right now, at least. Her mother would have her head. Especially after the whole ‘Relationships in this town today are bad and they will destroy you.’ speech. She didn’t need another lecture.

Get me with those green eyes, baby

As the lights go down

Gimme something that’ll haunt me when you’re not around

'Cause I see, sparks fly, when you smile

There she was again. With those damn eyes of hers. (Y/N) decided that she wanted to walk around and chose Betty was the best person to do it with. And of course she couldn’t say no to (Y/N) so she went.

It was nearing sunset, and the last bit of light hit (Y/N) at just the perfect time that those damn eyes of hers just glowed. How was that even possible?

Those damn eyes are going to haunt her for the rest of her days.

And all of a sudden (Y/N) turned to her with a smile and Betty swore that there were sparks flying everywhere when she did that. She couldn’t be imagining something like that, right? There were literal sparks flying. This girl was going to be the death of her.

My mind forgets to remind me, you’re a bad idea

You touch me once and it’s really something

You find I’m even better than you imagined I would be

I’m on my guard for the rest of the world

But with you, I know it’s no good

And I could wait patiently

“Yeah, I got held in a police station for night before. Twice, actually. But it’s all good now.” (Y/N) says casually as if that was a common thing that people their age did.

And once again Betty cursed herself. She kept getting drawn to her and her charm that her mind just completely forgot that (Y/N) was bad news. Veronica agreed so. Archie agreed so. Heck even Cheryl wasn’t all too sure that he was a good person to be around with.

But (Y/N) caught Betty off guard when she caught Betty’s hand in hers and suddenly all of the doubts melted away and all that was left was the indescribable feeling of her hand in (Y/N)’s

“Hey, you don’t need to worry about me, okay? I’ve changed a lot since I met you. And it’s a good change. I mean I didn’t think you could do that but you’re better than I imagined.”

As soon as she said those words, Betty’s guard came down. Just like that. She knew it was no good keeping them up when (Y/N) was around. She wasn’t like the rest of the world.

Besides, Betty knew she could never resist (Y/N). She was falling and she knew it. And it didn’t matter how long in would take for (Y/N) to make a move or for them to be together. She could wait patiently for that day to come. No matter how long.

I run my fingers through your hair

And watch the lights go wild

Just keep on keeping your eyes on me

It’s just wrong enough to make it feel right

And lead me up the staircase

Won’t you whisper soft and slow

And I’m captivated by you baby

Like a fireworks show

It had been months now. It was New Years and (Y/N) threw a big party at her house because that was the kind of person she was.

And yet she was there with Betty, instead of hosting the event. Instead of (Y/N) being with her friends she was at a balcony with her. (Y/N) was so close that Betty could run her fingers through her hair. Just how she always wanted to.

They were watching people over the railing. They were drinkin and playing with flashlights, glow sticks, sparklers, anything that would create light. Everything was flickering on and off, and it gave off a certain glow that made (Y/N)’s eyes sparkle.

Betty could see them clearly, since (Y/N)’s eyes were mirroring hers. How she wished that that moment would last. She just wanted (Y/N) to keep her eyes on her.

But suddenly everything changed. (Y/N) was now leading her up the stairs, to her room most likely. It was just wrong enough to make it feel right. And again, everything changed. She was pinned against her door now, and Betty didn’t plan on going anywhere anytime soon.

She whispered softly to her. Slow and sweet. Betty didn’t exactly hear the words but she knew if she could, she would just melt. But she was too captivated by (Y/N) and those sparks that she seemed to always have around her. It was like her own personal fireworks show.

Drop everything now

Meet me in the pouring rain

Kiss me on the sidewalk

Take away the pain

'Cause I see, sparks fly whenever you smile

Fast forward to a few months. The snow has cleared up and it was rainy season again. Not much has changed with Betty and (Y/N)’s relationship.

It was like they were together, but they weren’t. Maybe they were but it was just at certain times and certain places. Betty gave her everything to (Y/N) that one New Years night and it was killing her that they still hadn’t made much progress in their relationship since then.

It was after school and it was raining. Betty usually had cheer practice, but she made up some half hearted excuse to Cheryl and she went walking home in the rain after saying goodbye to Veronica.

And it seemed like luck wasn’t on her side until she noticed that (Y/N) was on the far side of the other street. She was clutching her backpack with an umbrella above her head, keeping her partially dry from the rain.

They both stopped and stared at each other. And suddenly–as if (Y/N) could read Betty’s mind–she dropped everything on the ground. The umbrella included and next thing Betty saw was that (Y/N) was running towards her.

She stopped right in front of Betty and they were both completely drenched from the rain now. But that didn’t seem to stop them.

(Y/N) looked at her with those damn eyes and next thing she knew (Y/N) was kissing her. Not some lighthearted peck or a heated make out session in the dark–it was a real kiss. Full of passion and love.

And just like that, all of the pain melted away. Like it was suddenly washed away by the rain but she knew it had something to do with (Y/N). It was always something with her and her eyes.

When they pulled away all Betty could see was the smile on (Y/N)’s face and the sparks flying everywhere from it and she just knew. She knew that from then on, everything would be all right.

dear evan hansen lyrics

I never let them see the worst of me / ‘cause what if everyone saw? / what if everyone knew? / would they like what they saw? / or would they hate it too?

Even when the dark comes crashing through / when you need a friend to carry you / and when you’re broken on the ground / you will be found

All we see is light / watch the sun shines bright / we could be alright for forever

'Cause when the villains fall, the kingdoms never weep / no one lights a candle to remember / no, no one mourns at all / when they lay them down to sleep

If you never get around to doing some remarkable thing / that doesn’t mean /
that you’re not worth remembering

Maybe this year, we decide / we’re not giving up before we’ve tried

All we see is sky for forever / we let the world pass by for forever

No one should flicker out or have any doubt / that it matters that they are here

No one deserves to be forgotten