walking under the rain

Adrinette Month Day 5: Coffee Shop Au 

Back to working loosely haha I enjoy it far too much 8]

He didn’t know when she started sitting there, every morning at eight, with a cup of coffee in her hands. He only knew when he started remembering her. 

Sometimes she was with someone–a friend, he hoped–but most times, she was alone, sitting contentedly with her beverage, enjoying her own company. 

He never could quite muster up the courage to go up to her–what was he going to say? “Hey, I’ve been watching you drink coffee every morning as I walk to work, how’s it going?” Yeah, that’s not a bit creepy.

So one day, when it was down-pouring, and he went his way to work, believing fully that perhaps today, he might not get to see her, he was surprised to find he was wrong. There she was, wearing a bright red raincoat–but no umbrella.

And he finally found his chance.

You say you love rain, but you use an umbrella to walk under it. You say you love sun, but you seek shelter when it is shining. You say you love wind, but when it comes you close your windows. So that’s why I’m scared when you say you love me.
—  Bob Marley
You say you love rain, but you use an umbrella to walk under it. You say you love sun, but you seek shelter when it is shining. You say you love wind, but when it comes you close your windows. So that’s why I’m scared when you say you love me.
—  Bob Marley
You say you love rain, but you use an umbrella to walk under it. You say you love sun, but you seek shelter when it is shining. You say you love wind, but when it comes you close your windows. So that’s why I’m scared when you say you love me.
—  Bob Marley
It’s Hard Enough - Cooper!Reader X Jughead Jones

Originally posted by betty-and-jughead


Hi love! Could I please request a fluffy Riverdale imagine where the reader is Betty’s little sister by a year who receives the same pressure from their mom, but hides it well from her sister and everyone else, when she is actually completely overwhelmed and stressed out to the point where she’s having an anxiety attack and Jughead or Veronica helps her?

Just because I love him, I chose a Jughead x Reader prompt. But, anon, if you want one with Veronica please message me!!! And maybe…if you want a Part Two (?)

It’s hard enough being a Freshman at Riverdale High, but you had an amazing older sister who put your mother’s standard too high. Betty is an amazing sister and you love her, it’s just that everyone loves her. After Polly went away and Jason went missing, things started to go further down hill for you. Your mother put unneeded pressure on both you and Betty, but Betty handled so much better. She broke free from your mother’s poisonous ways and started doing things for herself. This left you alone with the overbearing woman and no where to go. You managed to hide the damage your mother was inflicting upon you quite well. So well in fact that your sister and her friends thought you were just fine. The first day back to school, that changed.

“That’s really great Archie!” Betty said, shooting the redhead the most adorable heart eyes. You nodded in agreement as you listened to Archie's’ music demo. You were about to speak up when everyone at the lunch table turned their heads. “Can I sit?”

You turned and saw a very pretty Sophomore standing near the table. “Veronica! Yeah, sit!” Betty said, giving her a sweet smile. Kevin moved over, allowing you to make room for the girl to sit next to you. “What song is that? It’s really good but I haven’t heard it before.”

“It’s Archie’s demo.” You said, and the girl looked at you in confusion. Betty laughed, “Sorry, Veronica, this is my little sister Y/N. Y/N this is Veronica, she just moved here from New York.” Veronica gave you a kind smile and a hello which you tried to copy as best you could. You just weren’t feeling it today. Veronica must’ve picked up on it because her eyebrows furrowed slightly. “Yeah, I thought we’d have to pretend to like it but, it’s actually really great.” Kevin said causing Archie to smile softly. You smiled a little too, happy that at least one person you knew was doing something good in their lives. “You are alright?” Veronica asked while Kevin and Betty discussed Archie’s future in the music business. You just turned to look at her and with no answer, you got up and left the table. You felt tears gathering behind your eyes as you walked past Cheryl Blossom’s table, you heard someone in their group mutter “freak” and you suddenly were pushed over the edge. You picked up your pace and walked quickly back inside the school. You darted towards the nearest bathroom. You felt eyes on you and saw the Sophomore from your writing class watching you. You just walked faster to the bathroom and when inside, you locked yourself in a stall. The weight of everything that had occurred was finally crashing down on you and it was hitting hard. You felt light headed as your mind replayed the conversation of the future you had with your mom, the pressure for success she put on you because God forbid she had another broken daughter. Veronica’s simple question brought all of it back, the family drama that occurred with Polly and then Jason’s disappearance. You were far from alright, but the thought of telling someone that felt more scary than the pressure itself.

You managed to pull yourself together enough where you stopped crying, and got ready for your next period. When you would see your sister and her friends in the hall, you’d just say you had a stomach cramp or pain and went to the nurse. They’d question you and Veronica would be skeptical, but you’d smile and lie your way through the day.  


You told Betty that you had a group project due in a few days and that your group was meeting up at Pop’s. Of course, being the good sister she is, let you go off on your own. “Just text me when you get there and when you need a ride, okay?” You nodded and gave her a fake smile. “I love you Y/N, be safe!” You walked off towards the diner, happy that now you didn’t have to go home for a little while longer.

The diner was basically empty, minus a few usual patrons. You ordered some fries and sat in a booth in the corner. You looked outside the window and saw the rain drops fall against the glass. It was a soothing distraction, taking your mind off the current situation just for a few precious moments. The silence was interrupted by someone sitting in the empty side of the booth. You turned your head quickly and saw the quiet Sophomore from early today. You just stared at him and his odd hat, and he stared at you just the same. “You’re Y/N Cooper, I saw you earlier today in school. We have Writing class together.” You nodded, suddenly getting nervous. “You’re Jughead Jones.” You said, equally as monotone as he did. “I’m not normally one for caring, but what happened today, right before lunch ended?” You swallowed hard at his question, and he saw your unease. “You looked very, very upset, that’s why I ask.” You felt a tear slide down your cheek at his sudden kindness. You wiped it away as quickly as it had appeared. “Everything going on it’s…taking a toll on me, but I’m-” You stopped talking, not trusting your own voice to continue. Jughead seemed to notice and didn’t say a word. He just waited until you composed yourself and continued. “I’m,” you looked into his eyes for a split moment and saw that there was no fooling him, “not fine.”

You found yourself opening up, just a little, to the mysterious boy before you. You mentioned the pressure your mother put you under, that derived from what occurred with Polly and Jason. From there, he started to talk about the summer, the Blossom twins, and how he remembered your older sister. “Polly was very nice. Said ‘hi’ to me even when I didn’t even look at her.”

“That was the type of girl she was.” You said, trailing off. You missed your eldest sister and you knew that Betty did as well. “Maybe,” Jughead started, slightly hesitant, “you should talk to your sister Betty more.” You stared at him quietly as he continued, “If she was under the same pressure she might be able to help you deal with it. It’s just an idea.” He said, and you felt your lips twitch up into a small smile. “Thank you.” Your phone screen flickered on and you saw the time. You hurriedly got out of the booth and stood. “My sister is going to be here soon.” He nodded, and made his way out of his side of the booth. “I’ll walk you out.”

The two of you waited under the rain-guard outside the diner in a calm silence. For some reason you turned and saw him looking at you. “You don’t have to stay. You’ve done enough for me.” He shook his head and looked towards the ground, a small smile played on his lips. “I’m just going to leave you alone when you feel this down.” You nodded, your heart beating a bit faster than before. “Thank you, again.” You whispered quietly, he turned to face you once more. “If you ever need to talk, to someone that isn’t your sister, you can find me in the library at lunch time.” You gave him a soft smile once more and saw the headlights coming from down the road.

“I’ll see you around, Jughead.” You murmured, but he caught your hand before you walked away. “I hope you smile more.” He said in a hushed tone as he slipped a piece of paper into your hand. You looked a his face, his gaze hidden slightly by his dark hair. He pulled away and with one last glance, walked back inside the diner. You darted to Betty’s car through the rain and shuddered when you got inside.

“Get buckled.” She said, “How’d the group project go?” As you finished buckling your safety belt, you turned back to the diner and saw Jughead typing away at a laptop through the window. From a distance, it looked, almost like, he was smiling. You turned to face forward and sighed. “It went pretty well.”  

Dating Jinyoung would include:
  • Coffee dates
  • Or taking long walks at night
  • Admiring the skyline
  • Sheltering you under his jacket when it rains
  • Practising lines for his drama together in your Pyjamas
  • Drinking wine while cuddling and watching a good movie
  • Taking you to see plays
  • Points out all the amazing qualities of the actors he aspires to be like
  • Watching the amazement fill his eyes when he watches them
  • LooOOoong make out sessions
  • But not wanting to pressure you into anything
  • Reading
  • Like so many books in your combined libraries
  • Having to wait to for the other to finish a book before it can be read
  • Comparing your love to great romances
  • Like Westley and Buttercup
  • Or Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth
  • Him knowing thinking you’re better than them all
  • Not being a big PDA guy
  • But behind closed doors…
  • Hot, sensual and lustful sex
  • But sometimes romantic soft sex too
  • Like when he comes back from tour
  • and God he hates being away from you
  • spends every second with you when he is home
  • staring into your eyes when he says 
  • You know, I really love you.”
  • Always teasing each other
  • Calling him junior to annoy him
  • Spoiling the ending of your book to annoy you
  • Playing clips from Dream High 2 to annoy him
  • Him declaring war on you
  • Tickling you
  • Until you surrender
  • Never thinking he’s enough
  • Even when you reassure him
  • This is the only thing you ever argue about
  • It usually ends with him apologising
  • Realising you and him are together because you think he better than enough
  • It’s just you’re the most perfect person I have met. And I just want to be enough _____”
  • Sunny days on the beach
  • Books and towels sprawled on the sand
  • Correcting each other’s grammar
  • Going for dinner with GOT7 every time they are in town
  • Yugyeom asking you to save him from Jinyoung
  • You helping bully Yugyeom
  • Seriously you guys
  • = SAVAGE couple
  • Him getting jealous when you hang out with Jackson or Mark
  • Never letting it go
  • I’m just saying you went with Mark to the amusement park, but not me…”
  • He just does it to toy with you
  • Because
  • W00ow he loves you
  • It actually scares him how much he loves you
  • Writing songs about you
  • While you sit in his lap
  • Being insecure to let you hear them
  • Being shook when he realises you’re “the one”
  • Asks for advice from Jaebum and Mark
  • Proposing to you at the fanciest restaurant in town
  • Like he rented the whole restaurant 
  • Just to be alone with you 
  • I’m prepared to spend every day from now to infinity, with you

okay let me tell you a memory of mine that surfaced in my head this morning. I’ve been in love only once; I’ve never really had many chances to find love due to my mental illness, which had me secluded from life. I was on holiday in England and met this boy who was part of the family who hosted me and another girl, he was around one year older than me. I remember one day it was raining, I was feeling very bad due to my mood swings and my italian friend was trying to confort me and asked me what she could do to help me, I thought about it for a bit and then said: “let’s go out under the rain”, I remember she smiled and convinced me to bring the boy along. We walked for hours under the rain and talked about many different things, fed some swans and at one point I was getting in a bad mood again, so the boy whispered to my friend “I think she’s going down again”, and I said “no, I’m not” but actually I was on the verge of tears (mood swings will do that to you) so he cut an hydrangea from a bush and gave it to me with a smile. And I remember I was in love in that moment, it was like a fairytale. Now it may seem stupid and childish, but I remember the magic of that moment so well.

Poems - || Jack Maynard (fluffly) Imagine ||

Requested? Yes – ‘could you do a really cute fluffy imagine with Jack where Y/N goes to his house bc she’s had a really really bad day but he’s not there but she stays there waiting for him and in the middle of her sadness, she finds a little book of things he’s written about her like very poetic and cute and it makes her happy and he comes home and she just hugs him and thanks him yeah yeah you know’

[[DISCLAIMER: i have never in my 17 years of living ever written poetry, nor did i ever intend to because that shit is hard and im a horrible writer lol so dont come for me about my shitty poems in this please lol i know theyre bad omg but give this hoe a break ok xoxo enjoy]]

The sky was overcast and cloudy, no view of the sun nor was there any feel of its warmth. You had a thin shirt and jacket on top, not much to keep you from the cold breeze. However, this wasn’t even the beginning to your bad day. Since you awoke this morning, you were fairly upset, you tried callng Jack every now and then but didn’t want to bother him, so gave up on your last try in the afternoon. But as you walked down the gloomy, cold streets of London, it began to rain. It wasn’t a soft drizzle, it didn’t start with little dropplets, it was hard and harsh, and it was pouring. And this pushed you over the edge.

You knew crying over rain was silly, but it wasn’t the rain, it was the entire day. You’ve been holding in your tears all week, trying to push everything aside, but today, that didn’t seem to work. You silently cried as you continued walking, everyone around you running to avoid the rain and hidden under their umbrellas. You couldn’t care less. You knew you looked a mess, but you were about to go home and look even worse with the extensive crying coming through.

You decided theres no better place to go than to Jacks. Changing your route, you walked to Jacks apartment. He knew how to comfort you better than anyone else and all you really needed were some words of reassurance and a warm blanket.

After a few minutes, you found yourself at Jacks apartment complex, knocking on the door there was no answer. Even if he wasn’t home, you simply wanted to stay in his apartment. As well as not wanting to walk back in the rain.

You let yourself in with the spare key he had given you and walked over to his kitchen, turning the kettle on so you can make yourself a hot cup of tea. Heading to his bedroom, you picked out a shirt of his to wear instead of your wet, soggy clothes. But in doing so, a little book fell out.

Picking it up, you whipped a few tears off your first and out your eyes to see a little clearer. It was brown leather with a little strap to tie it up, clear pages that were evidently made to be drawn on except, when you openeded it, it had handfuls of little writings.

You were unsure of whether to read this, you knew it must have been secret, but when you spotted your name in one of the writings, you decided reading it wasn’t too bad of an idea.  

“my dear Y/N, you are more than you think,
you are what the people yearn for,
in the dark times of thunder and storm
you are what i need more
when days are no longer bright
and you are constantly crying
i promise i will do everything in my might
to keep you smiling.
Because if the woman who keeps me alive
feels like death is but her only option
I must have failed in some way.”

A few more tears rolled down your cheeks, this time, tears of admiration. You didn’t know Jack wrote like this nor did you know he wrote about you at all. And so, you continued reading on.

“The warmth of a summer day, cannot be compared to hers
The touch of a rose petal cannot be compared to hers,
She is both gentle and warm,
Both the calm and the comfort.
The frost in a lonely Christmas night cannot be compared to hers
The gushing anger in the endless seas cannot be compared to hers,
As she is both cold and tempered,
Both the piercing and the rage
However, to me, she is but neither.
Not the restful nor the restless.
She is rather my home. My place of safety.
And most importantly, my happiness
Even if the sun and sea were to vanish,
I’d have all I need, within her.”

You smiled through your tears, it may have seemed cheesy and sappy but you loved it and you loved him and you were in a complete state of gratefulness.

As you sat with the book in your hands and a smile on your face, you heard the front door open and a familiar voice call your name.

“Y/N?!” Jack called, closing the door as he searched for his girlfriend. But you caught him before he could find you. You jumped into his arms and hugged him as tight as you possibly could. “Oh my god, Y/N, you’re all wet! Are you okay?” He asked as you pulled away from the hug, looking at him with slightly teary eyes and a smile. “I’m so sorry I didn’t pick up your calls, I’ve been—” you didn’t let him finish as you simply crashed your lips onto his. He was ataken back for a moment before he kissed you back, placing his hand on your face as he used the other to push your wet hair out your face.

“I love you. So much.” You said, looking into his ocean eyes as a large smile cracked through his features.

“I love you too baby.” He spoke, still smiling as he gave you a quick kiss on your forehead. “Now, let’s get you out of these clothes and wrapped in my softest blanket with a cup of tea. And you can tell me all about your horrible day whilst I plant kisses all over you. Yes?” he asked. You nodded with excitement as Jack was already rushing to get you warm clothes.

All that I want to do is to spend the rest of my life with you.
—  I want to wake up in the morning right next to you. Eat breakfast with you, drink a cup of coffee with you. I want to hold your hands and watch movies with you. I want to send you cute and sweet long messages. Take a nap with you. I want to look into your eyes. Be with you at sunrise and sunset. Stay up all night staring at the night sky with you. Share our deepest thoughts under the moon. Walk in the rain with you. Be with you all summer, keep you warm through the winter. I can’t think of a more perfect life, I need you.
There is no V in LOVE

[My submission for k-to-the-pop’s writing contest]

GENRE: Angst, AU, slight fluff

SUMMARY: You’ve been in love with Taehyung for the longest time, but love doesn’t always get a chance to happen the way you want it to.

WARNING: Suicide mention

WORD COUNT: 2,941


Originally posted by mvssmedia


You used to think that love was like a fairy tale.

Of course, everybody did as a child – but you, even at a young age, had fantasized about an everlasting love so strong that it could not be scratched. You dreamt of a love so powerful that you couldn’t feel anything else but it only. Love was such a pure and beautiful thing to you when you were young. But that was such a long time ago.

As a child, you thought love was glass slippers and magic mirrors and rosebushes; you couldn’t wait until you grew up to meet your own Prince Charming. You thought love was so easy to grasp onto and to keep a hold of. You didn’t know back then that love could make you unhappy, or that it could break your heart.

But it did anyway.

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danielzharman  asked:

✏ + jerejean? :)

(i finally got around to doing this, and as a softcore jerejean stan, i thank you! also i’m taking spanish jeremy to my grave.)

fic under the cut! want one? requests end at midnight!

The Trojans were odd, Jean thought to himself, but they were family. A little broken, and rough around the edges but soft and comforting when they needed to be.

But their captain, Jeremy Knox was an entirely different story.


Jean had come to him littered in bruises and cuts, even missing patches of hair, no doubt looking sallow and underfed,  and Jeremy, of all people, had helped nurse him back to health, and eventually helped Jean rebuild his life to the point of recovery,  to where red and black no longer made him flinch, or the tattoo sitting on his cheekbone made him grin instead of cower.

Out of all the people, JEremy had deemed him worthy of love.

Jean was drawn out of his thoughts by a tanned finger pressing in between his eyebrows. His eyebrows scrunched together, making the owner of the finger groan and press harder into the indent.

Jeremy was leaning across their table, which was located in a small corner near the window. “You look a little lost there, Moreau.”, he joked  “Plus, you’ll get wrinkles if you keep thinking as hard as you do.” Jeremy removed his finger from the crease in Jean’s forehead and leaned back into his chair. “Wouldn’t want that handsome little face of yours to get ruined by premature wrinkles.” He took a sip of the iced coffee in front of him, giggling around the straw when Jean’s face began to resemble a tomato.

“I was-uh, thinking about a history paper I have due soon.” Jean lied, picking up the ceramic cup of tea Jeremy ordered for him and inhaling the sweet smelling steam before taking a sip. “It’s on the life of Marie Antoinette and what led up to her death. I barely made it out of there before being swamped in requests for partner work. It was quite frightening indeed.” Jean another sip of his tea, the notes of Earl Grey bringing back memories of summers spent in Paris. “I’m starting to wonder how on Earth you’ve survived, mon couer.”

Jeremy smiled again, wide enough to show the tips of his molars and Jean feels fuzzy on the inside.

“Drink up, sweetheart.” Jeremy gestures to Jean’s half full cup of tea with his empty one, a smirk tugging at his lips. “We’ve got a study group in the library to crash, and if we come early enough, Laila said there’ll be donuts!” Jeremy’s eyes glittered at the mention of pastries, causing Jean to shake his head in mock disappointment.

“Is there anything you like more than free food, Jeremy?” Jean gestures to the many plates stacked next to Jeremy’s empty plastic cup, along with the crumbs of scone dotted around his mouth. Jeremy must have noticed them, because he wiped them off, seemingly ignoring the pink flushing his cheeks.

“You, maybe.”, he muttered. Jean’s heart did backflips in his chest and he smiled warmly at his boyfriend.

They sat like that for a while, Jean gazing at Jeremy like he hung the moon while Jeremy pointedly looked away.

“Come on now!” Jeremy broke the silence by grabbing Jean’s hands from where they were folded on the table. “Those donuts aren’t going to eat themselves, but Alvarez might!” Jean chuckled and gathered his things, a small knapsack containing his books and the cup of tea he regretted not finishing. Jeremy was practically buzzing with excitement, as he kept tugging on Jean’s arm while he tried to put his cup in the sink near the exit.

C’mon, sweet pea! You can be all Mr. French Nobleman once we get to the library!” Jeremy grabbed his hands as soon as the cup left it and wound their fingers together. “Ahora vámonos!”, he proclaimed while dragging a chuckling Jean behind him and out of the cafe. 

As they walked through the drizzle of rain under Jeremy’s gaudy, hot pink umbrella that had been a gag gift from the Palmetto Foxes to the library and Jeremy entertained him with tales of team sleepover, or how his marine biology classes were going, Jean felt odd. It was like his heart was, slowly but surely, mending itself back together. After all the heartbreak he had suffered, now he was finally healing.

For the first time in his life, Jean felt safe.

He risked a look at Jeremy, who was chatting animatedly about sea turtles.

He thought of the small mole that rested on Jeremy’s collarbone, the way his hair flopped into his eyes, the visits in the summer to his abuela’s, the coffee dates, the round framed glasses Jeremy only wore in their apartment, of Laila Dermott and Sara Alvarez, and everything that came after.

He thought of Jeremy Knox, warm, sunny, freckled from the sun, Jeremy Knox, and smiles so wide it could split his face in half.

Yeah. He was safe.

At first glance, it seems like Bughead is another one of those cliched “opposites attract”, “light and darkness”, “brooding guy and sunshine girl” pairings. Betty is blonde and perky and kind, while Jughead is dark-haired and broody and sarcastic. Betty has a perfect middle-class nuclear family, while Jughead has an absent mother, a deadbeat alcoholic for a father and no place to call home. Betty is a reasonably well-liked cheerleader, while Jughead is isolated and ostracized by the ‘popular kids’. Those are all interesting contrasts, but those differences are, at the end of the day, superficial at best. They’re certainly not the main appeal of this ship.

When I look at Bughead, I see two people who on the surface can’t be more different, yet deep down, their experiences are so similar that they end up being those two lost souls who find comfort and love in one another. Betty, oh Betty. Always trying so hard to be perfect, for everyone that she must have forgotten what it feels like to be appreciated just the way she is. And then in comes Jughead, this boy who looks at her like she’s everything, who reserves those rare Jughead smiles for her and her only, who believes and understands her better than most, who calms her inner storm with a single touch, who irrevocably takes her side all the time because he just loves her that much. Jughead, who throws himself into Betty’s world and conquers her demons with her even though he himself has his share of baggage, Jughead, whose touches comfort her, whose kisses untangle the turmoil in her mind. There can’t be a better person suited for Elizabeth Cooper on this earth.

And then there’s Jughead. Jughead, whose opinion of himself is so low that he shrugs off the bullying that he experiences as something that is bound to happen one way or another. Jughead, who’s been alone for so long that he must have forgotten what it feels like to be loved and cared for. And then in comes Betty, this girl who looks at him with no judgment in her eyes, for he could have been homeless or the prince of Denmark and it wouldn’t have made a difference to her, who trusts him with her deepest secrets because she values his input, who smiles at his jokes, who picks a certain movie just to cheer him up, who holds his hands just a bit tighter as they walk together under the rain. Betty, who gently takes his hand in hers and affirms her unequivocal belief in him as he, wide-eyed and terrified and frantic, sits in the police station, his life falling apart around him, letting his mind take him to the darkest scenarios. Betty, who gently caresses his face as she leads him away from his worst nightmare, who clings to his arm as they walk out into the sun again. Truly, there can never be another person as perfect for Forsythe Jones in this world.

Two kindred souls who find comfort and love in each other and conquer their demons together. That’s what makes these two so beautiful, at least to me.

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Okay so it’s getting kinda late here and I wanted to go to sleep when that Idea hit me.
So each Bijuu has kinda their own element right. And since they’re all technically the rokudo sennins children. I thought those guys might be total nature enthausiasts.
Sleeping under the stars? No problem
Walking by rain? Sure, let’s dance
And all that. But most of all. All of them love flowercrowns. So I just thought of Naruto and Gaara making flower crowns one day and beeing total peos at it. And Sasuke joins in bc if they can do it so can he. And Karin, Fuu and Yugito think it’s totally cute and make some for themselves. And soon the other Jinchuuriki join in and make flower crowns for thw people they like.
The next day Kakashi walks into ANBU HQ with a flower crown made of pale red. Iruka is teaching with a blue flower crown. (They kids think it’s awesome). Karin gived TenTen a flowercrown made of lavendel colored flowers. Fuu is wearing a crown made of flowers that match Yugizos eyes and Yugito one that matches Fuus Hair. Kushina joins the Hokage with a bright orange crown and etc.
Just Jinchuuriki and people they love with flowercrowns
Pretty sure the kids would make Genma one if he asked

anonymous asked:

"Are you sure this is legal"

Niall presses the button to the right floor, tuning out the sliding of doors – the shiver of the floor beneath him as he’s lifted upwards. There is a view of the city to his left. No mirror on a wall for him to scrutinize his exterior through, but his insides feel drained. His bones are heavy; his muscles ache; his feet are abused by brand-new-shoes after a day spent walking in them. His eyelids are fluttering; his hair is wet. The London weather has followed them through Europe, and is here, too, outside of the elevator and in the traces that Niall has left along cobbled streets and beneath orange street lights.

They’ve rented the entire floor, just like they always do. The carpet in the hallways is a river, blue, but soft and supportive where it lets his feet and eyes wander. He catches on skin. A stone in the river, made up of flesh and too-little fabric. Harry, sat outside of Niall’s door on that same carpet. A mermaid. A fairytale-being stranded in Niall’s reality. His feet are bare. His chest is bare. All of him, bare, like a nerve ending exposed in muted hallway lighting, with emotions glistening in green eyes once they finally drift from Niall’s feet and up, connecting with Niall’s blue ones.

“Harry,” Niall says. It sounds too calm. Too passive. His heart is running wild, scared and trying to break out of ribcage and skin just to reach out. What the fuck, he wants to say. What the fucking fuck do you think you’re doing, I love you. What the fuck are you doing?

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Falling   fot. (aka @cloudysketches   every time i listen to this - i hear something new - and her voice omfg <3 <3 <3 

hey/i’m looking at you/i’m talking to you/please, dont walk away/ i wanna share love/i wanna share pain/i wanna share flame/ please,dont let me hang in here/all by myself/oh, we are all trapped souls/in between our mistakes/ 

walking through the path/of the dead/we’re singinging melodies of ancient faiths/we keep on falling / we keep on calling us names/we keep on walking down/the aisle of mistakes 

hey.i’m calling your name/i.m staring at your face/please don’t turn away/i wanna see/ your beautiful smile/oh please, dont let me hang in here/ all by myself/oh, im screaming out loud/for my voice to be heard

we’re walking through the path/of this vain/we are sinking ships/in this ocean’s display/we keep on falling/ we keep on calling us names/we keep on walking down/ this aisle of hate

i’m walking under the rain/aint got nothing to lose/nothing to gain/in wet clothing/ i keep my pride up/the walls are rising/the borders are closing/and i keep waiting/ for / the sun to shine/and fill my heart with love/looks like humanity/is a cover up word/ for uncertainty

passing through the path/of this vain/we’re bullying our minds/we’re bullying ourselves/we keep on falling/we keep on drowning/we keep on calling us names/we keep on wqlking down/ this road filled with hate/ we keep on walking down