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Sam started to speak slowly at first, choosing every word very carefully in his mind before allowing them to spill out. "Do you think it's possible that there's a little monster in all of us?" He asked softly, hazel eyes trailing their way down to the other.

It was a question that seemed to fill the entire room with an inescapable and suffocating weight, despite how quietly it had been uttered. The Archangel kept his eyes downcast for a quiet moment, before drawing them slowly back up to the comforting warmth of the hunter’s gaze. 

“I think that there has to be.” Lucifer’s voice matched Sam’s in gentleness, his tone steady and soothing. “You call it a monster, but I think it would be better to call it survival. Sometimes, for our own good and for the good of those we love, we must do things we wouldn’t normally do.” He sighed quietly, tilting his head to the side as he watched the man for another quiet moment, reaching out carefully to brush gentle fingers through his unruly hair. 

“For you, Sam, there is nothing I would not do. I’d become whatever beast I needed to be if it meant keeping you safe. And for that, I will not apologize.” 

Tasty Tryst (M)

Summary: Selling preserves at the local farmers’ market has its distractions when your vendor booth is placed next to the one belonging to the young strawberry farmer who’s been sweet on you for years.

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff

Word Count: 9,643

Warning: StrawberryFarmer!Taehyung, foodplay, sexual themes, profanity

Series: Working Man Bangtan

A/N: Just in time for strawberry season.

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Protégé [Part 6] (M)

Originally posted by jjks


[Part 1] - [Part 2] - [Part 3] - [Part 4] - Part 5]

Thirty-four hours.

It had been thirty-four hours since you’d yelled at Jungkook and he had left your office. It had been thirty-four hours since you’d collected yourself after shattering your phone set into pieces and ran out of your office looking for him. Jaebum told you with a dejected frown that Jungkook had left. Where to? His guess was just as good as yours, if not worse.

You ran out to your car, the chill of the night air biting against your bare arms and cheeks, but you’d be lying if you said you felt it. You went at a crawl through the streets, stomping down on the brakes and squinting to make out the face of each and every pedestrian you past who resembled Jungkook in any way. You had even called out to a few of them, earning you nothing more than odd stares or blatant ignorance. You didn’t believe he could have gotten very far, but after two hours of driving, there was no sign of him.

The hospital’s visiting hours were long over, which cut that out as an option. And it took a persuasive conversation and a few slow swipes of your tongue across your painted lips to convince the security guard of Jungkook’s apartment building to tell you that no one had come in or out since six that night. He’d left your building much later than that.

You returned to the building, your jaw aching from hours of clenching your teeth and your eyes downcast, staring at nothing in particular. Jaebum greeted you, and before he could get the chance to ask you what had happened, you held your hand up to him. You were tired of questions, you were tired of explaining things. But, mostly, you just didn’t want to relive the truth of the matter–this was entirely your fault.

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“You’re staring at Mister Vimes, Reg.”

“Am I?” Reg asks, eyes fixed on Vimes’ back as he speaks to some new recruits.

“Yes Reg,” Nobby says. “You’re staring, Reg. Why’re you staring?”

“He… just reminds me of someone, sometimes. The Commander.”

***

He’s twenty-five and he’s standing on top of the barricades, flag in his hands and pure defiance in his voice.

He’s twenty-five and he should be dead, is dying, blood gushing from more wounds than he can count but he’s still crawling forwards, still fighting, propelled by nothing but willpower and conviction because he will. Not. Give. Up.

He’s twenty-five – but is he, still? – and fresh air washes over his face, not quite ridding him of the taste of mud and dirt still filling his mouth.

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You love me, right?

A/N: Maybe not exactly what you had in mind, but I hope you enjoy. 

“Don’t touch me!” you giggled. But Harry didn’t listen as he continued to reach for you, narrowly avoiding the bicycle kicks you were sending his way.


“Oh, come off it, m’hands aren’t that cold,” he said with an eye roll as he finally got you to settle beneath him. His hands rested on your sides, and while your flesh was protected from his chilly fingers by the thick fabric of your sweater, you could feel the coldness hovering above.


“They are freezing, Harry.” You looked around best you could with Harry keeping you still, trying to find some way to escape. But you were trapped in the middle of the bed like a raft out to sea with no sight of shore.


“Fine, fine. Won’t touch you.” His shoulders slumped in dejection, bottom lip protruding pathetically. You looked for signs of movement; you’d been in this relationship long enough to know Harry never gave up without a fight. “But yeh know, love, cold hands mean ‘ve got a warm heart.”


Your eyebrows raised, mouth in a hard line. “That is the biggest load—”


The words hardly left your mouth before Harry’s hands infiltrated your warm sweater. He roamed the expanse of your warm body, squeezing and tickling all the spots that made you squeal. Maybe it wasn’t his cold hands, but the sound of your laugh echoing throughout his bedroom did make Harry swell with warmth.


“Harry…Harry, please,” you pleaded through heavy breaths, tears leaking from the corners of your eyes. “My tummy hurts…think you’ve given me a cramp.”

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OK BUT THINGS I NEED TO RANT ABOUT REGARDING THIS IMAGE.

BITTY
1) Bitty’s downcast eyes, just open enough, a gentle gaze down at Jack full of love
2) Bitty’s halfway/sideways smile, he’s telling something Jack sweet and funny and loving (well i don’t know, jack, i suppose i’d have to kick you off the couch in time for finals, but you can sure as heck stay here until then)
3) The slight hardness of his fingers - he’s raking them through Jack’s hair, scritching a little bit, Jack’s probably humming a little with how good it feels
4) His knobby knees
5) His pulled-up socks

JACK
6) Jack’s fingers at the base of Bitty’s scalp - they’re not scritching, they’re just touching, he’s enjoying the whisper of tiny hairs against his fingertips
7) his relaxed closed eyes, not a care in the world, no need to be hyper-aware of his surroundings, what a respite for jack to be able to close his eyes and trust someone that completely
8) His smile - that isn’t Jack’s dry-humor smile, that’s a smile of complete contentment
9) the gentle fold of his arms - they’re almost curves, in this man who’s all straight lines and angles, nothing in his body language at this moment is severe. Everything is relaxed and gentle and calm.
10) The peek of his stomach above the waistband of his shorts. not sexual at all, again, no tension in his body, just relaxation and comfort
11) dem thighs

THE SCENE
12) the way everything’s just gray outside in that rainy-day way
13) the reflections on the picture and the vase
14) gentle muted colors
15) the shadows that fall across both of them
16) the highlights on their faces that tells us they’re safe and warm together even on a dark day
17) the twin flushes on both their faces that tell us they’re safe and warm *because* they’re together

Pocket Change | 1 | (M)

word count: 7.5k

genre: smut; supernatural AU + demon!yoongi

pairing: reader/yoongi

warning(s): mentions of domestic abuse

special thanks to: @honeyheonie for being a wonderful beta  ♡

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Resist Everything Except Temptation

Rating: Explicit

Chapters: 10/10

Words: 100,118

Summary:

Louis is the commodore’s son who is forced to become a part of Harry’s crew when he is captured.

A gust of salty air pushed over the deck as the information resonated in the night sky. The only audible sound was the continuous wallop of waves wrecking against the ship. Louis kept his breathing even and his eyes locked with Malik’s, refusing to be the first to break.

“Now, that is interesting.” 

Malik’s head whipped towards the quarterdeck, his eyes wide as they settled by the wheel of the ship. Louis gawked as the entire crew bowed their head in respect. Some mechanically took a few steps back. Malik straightened his spine and clasped his hands behind his back, his eyes downcast. Instinctively, Louis followed suit and trained his eyes on the deck beneath his knees.

The lethargic sound of heels clicking against wood resonated across the sea. Footsteps descended the staircase, every assured step creating a menacing aura as it grew closer. Perspiration gathered along Louis’ palms as the rhythmic sound halted in front of him.

“Captain,” Malik greeted.

Louis watched out of his peripheral as Malik’s boots shuffled back a few steps. Sweat matted the hair along the nape of Louis’ neck as he waited for something to happen. He felt as if a sharp blade was twisting his gut as the silence became tangible.

There was a metallic slide of a sword being pulled out of its sheath, the sound startling Louis out of his cocoon of sterile shock. His shoulders jumped as the tip of a blade flattened underneath his jaw. Louis’ distorted reflection stared back at him in the polished metal. Engraved rose petals twisted his appearance as they crawled up the length of the sword. The sword lifted and took Louis’ chin with it.

Standing in front of Louis was Captain Styles.

Protectorate

“You were supposed to be dead.”

The boy cast him a sardonic little smile at that, eyes glittering like sapphires. “You sound disappointed.”

“No.” Laurent was anything but disappointed, watching that tiny, beautiful boy float around the room, a dandelion seed caught in the wind. “Just…” Laurent was at a loss for words, turning in the chair at his desk, watching, watching.

The spirit, the apparition, the undead boy before him smirked, mocking and too familiar, even in the unfamiliar territory of Laurent’s shared bedroom in the Akielon palace. “Cat got your tongue?” Even his voice was perfect, an exact match to the boy who simply couldn’t be alive.

“You could say that.”

The boy’s eyes, blue as anything, rolled. “You really thought I was dead, didn’t you?”

“I did.” It hurt to admit it.

“That was just some local boy’s head, did you know?” Nicaise sounded almost proud, throwing himself down on the massive bed. The silk sheets, a bright, lovely blue, suited him far better than the dirty white chiton he wore. His feet were blistered and bare, his pretty hands calloused, his nails ragged. Laurent cursed himself for being unable to protect him. “The soldiers figured by the time they found you, his head would look enough like mine to get their point across.”

“And where were you?” A bit unsteady, Laurent stood, moving to stand beside the bed, eyes downcast, and Nicaise met his gaze, blue on blue, arrogant. Just like old times. “Did you run off?”

“Of course I did.” Nicaise shifted a bit when Laurent sat beside him, and he placed his hands on his stomach. Laurent tried not to stare at them, at the callouses and the dirt beneath his nails. It was unfitting. “You didn’t really believe some stupid old man could outsmart me, did you?”

For a long moment, Laurent was silent. Then, carefully he said, “You know he’s gone now, don’t you? He’s dead.”

“I know.” Nicaise sounded pleased, his pretty mouth quirking up at one side, though there was something almost regretful in his eyes. “I saw his head on a pike when I entered the city.”

“He’s not going to hurt you anymore.”

Though he nodded, Nicaise said nothing. He did nothing to fight when Laurent’s hand came to rest against his hair, carding through chestnut curls. They were greasy, in need of washing and cutting. Laurent would see it done.

“I’m going to protect you, Nicaise.”

Nicaise’s eyes, bluer than the summer sky outside, rolled again. “I don’t need you to protect me.” There was something choked in his voice, his eyes wide and wet and focusing on anything that wasn’t Laurent.

Laurent fought back a smile. “I know.” It was mostly true. Nicaise was tough. He could take care of himself. He’d made it all the way from Arles to Ios on his own. He’d carved a niche for himself at a royal’s side in a knife-studded court despite his youth. He was a survivor. “But I’m going to protect you just the same.”

Sanvers in College: Alex Drunk Dials the Cute Girl from Bio Class

Based on this post: https://hazingblur.tumblr.com/post/160026282401/queercapwriting-wlwprompts-person-a-is-drunk @hazingblur

Original prompt from @wlwprompts : “Person A is drunk and decides to randomly call that cute girl from biology class to tell her she’s pretty”

@lesbapocalypse you also asked for this so like.


She’s drunk and she’s stolen Kara’s phone, because it’s finals week and all bets are off and that cute girl from biology class?

She’s 1000% sure that her name is Maggie – Maggie Sawyer – not that she paid attention.

Pfft.

No. Of course she didn’t.

And she’s 1000% sure that said Maggie Sawyer is the same Maggie that her little sister has befriended.

And therefore, that cute girl’s number – and when she says cute, she means it, but god, she also means blazingly sexy – must be in Kara’s phone.

So she swipes the phone from her sister’s bag while Kara laughs with James and Winn. Swipes it and chugs another gulp of illegal punch and she finds Maggie’s name – complete with a picture, god, a gorgeous picture, because damn, those dimples, that hair, those downcast eyes – in Kara’s contacts.

Finds the name, and tries once, twice, three times, to successfully hit the big green button that makes the phone dial.

She giggles and almost bounces on the balls of her feet as the phone rings, rings, rings.

“Hey Kara!”

Alex freezes at the sound of her voice – her voice that she’s used to hearing only asking the best questions, only giving the best answers, in bio lecture, in bio lab – and she contemplates hanging up and leaving it to her sister to explain the butt dial.

“Kara?”

But now Maggie sounds concerned, because she must hear the party in the background, and Alex has seen her smile, seen her nerdiness, but she’s also seen her motorcycle, her leather jacket, her gym bag. And she doesn’t want her to be concerned, to feel like she has to speed to the party to rescue Kara from whatever situation she might be in.

“Hey! No, nope, not Kara. I mean, of course you thought it was Kara, I took her phone, I mean, obviously you thought it was her – ”

“Danvers?”

“Not the blonde one!”

“Alex.”

“Hiiiii.”

There’s a pause and she thinks she hears Maggie shuffling something.

“Danvers, you drunk? Are you with people, drinking water?”

“Awww, Sawyer, you care about me!”

“Well I sure don’t want you passing out in your own vomit, Danvers. I’ve been there, it’s not pleasant.”

Her voice is pleasant, though, and Alex collapses drunkenly onto a half-occupied couch, completely oblivious to the couple that had been making out, who shoot her irritated looks as they get up to find a better spot to kiss.

Alex thinks she hears that shuffling again, and maybe some wind, but she’s drunk and everything is oh so slightly hazy, but pleasantly so – pleasant, because Maggie Sawyer is on the phone with her, Maggie Sawyer cares whether she throws up or not. Maggie Sawyer. God. How can anyone be that perfect?

“I’m finnneee. I just… it’s just, I know you’re Kara’s friend, but we’ve never really talked, and I… even if you weren’t Kara’s friend, I’d have noticed you, you know. I mean, how could I not notice you? Do you know we’re in the same bio class? You’re always so smartest. The smartest girl in the class. The smartest and the cutest. And my sister’s friend! What are the odds, huh? Maybe we can calculate it with genome mapping or something. But we’re more than our code, right, we have to be. You believe that, right, Maggie?”

“Hey, Danvers, I’m not cutting you off, but can you do me a favor?”

Alex preens. Her last name sounds so nice on Maggie’s tongue. She wonders what else would feel nice on Maggie’s tongue. Everything, probably.

She nods before she realizes vaguely that Maggie can’t see her.

“Mmhmm.”

“Remind me which house is throwing the party you all are at.”

Alex squints as she tries to remember. “The one across from the science building. Where we take bio. Together. But now term is ending and maybe we won’t do anything together again. Not even that we did anything in bio together, because I was too nervous to – ”

“Danvers, whoa whoa. Can you do me another favor, sweetie?”

Alex’s heart backflips and she almost careens off the couch, because she called her sweetie, she called her sweetie, she called her sweetie.

The sound of wind on the other line increases in her ear, but maybe that’s just a side effect from how hard she’s pressing the phone to her ear, like the closer she clutches it, the closer she’ll be to Maggie.

“Yeah.” She thinks her voice might be higher, might be breathier, than it normally is, but that’s alright, because Maggie Sawyer called her sweetie.

“I know you have things you feel like you want to tell me right now, and I want to hear them, but only if you still want to tell me when you’re sober, okay?”

Alex blinks and furrows her brow at the phone, because – maybe she’s more drunk than she thought – Maggie’s voice seems to be coming from two places, now. One, through the phone, and one, less static-y, closer to her body.

She looks up from the couch and she startles, because Maggie is standing over her, crouching down next to her as she hangs up her phone, all basketball shorts and hoodie and flip flops and hair hastily tied back into a messy ponytail.

She’s grinning softly, but she’s breathing kind of heavily, like she’d just sprinted from her dorm room. Because, Alex realizes dimly, that’s exactly what she just did.

“Hey Alex,” she says as Alex splutters, as Alex fumbles to sit up straight, to fix her hair, to hang up Kara’s phone without dropping it.

Alex thinks she may be imagining it, but Maggie’s voice is softer, now, more breakable, now, more vulnerable, now, than it had been when they’d been on the phone. When Maggie had been on a search-and-give-water-to-the-drunk-girl mission.

But now that she’s arrived, water bottle she must have grabbed on the way out of her dorm in hand, her voice is shy, and her eyes are shy, and her eyes are something that look a little scared.

“Hi Maggie,” Alex whispers, and then giggles because she’s not sure why she’s whispering.

Maggie grins, and it’s the sweetest sight Alex has ever seen. She made Maggie Sawyer smile.

“Why did you come all the way here? You didn’t have to come all the way here, I – ”

“Well, clearly your sister doesn’t know what you’re up to or how drunk you are, because if she did I would have heard her in the background telling you to think before you dial and all that stuff.”

Alex covers her face with hands made clumsy by alcohol.

“Ugh, I’m sorry, you’re right, I shouldn’t have – I ruined your night, I embarrassed myself, I’m sorry, Maggie, I – ”

“Hey, hey, no, that’s not what I meant.” Maggie gets up from her crouch to sit on the couch next to Alex, and she opens the water bottle for her and presses it gently into her hands.

“Drink. Please?”

“I’m not that drunk.”

Maggie just nods, and Alex does as she’s told.

She finishes the entire bottle in one chug, and Maggie just watches her with cautious but glistening eyes.

“Okay, come on. Kara!” she calls across the room, and Kara seems to materialize next to them instantly.

“Maggie! I thought you weren’t in the mood to party toni – Alex? Are you okay? What – ”

“Here. Your phone.”

“How did you – ”

“Tell you in the morning. Right now, I’m gonna take your sister back to my room – no funny business, I promise – and help her sober up a little. Okay?”

Kara glances between Maggie’s disheveled appearance and Alex’s drunken one, and she kisses Alex’s cheek.

“Don’t give her a hard time, okay, Alex?” she teases, and Alex giggles as she stands unsteadily, both Kara and Maggie stabilizing her.

“When do I give anyone a hard time?”

Kara just kisses her again, just thanks Maggie, doesn’t object to their arrangement, because she trusts Maggie not to take advantage of her sister, and she knows that her sister would like nothing more than to get to know Maggie better. She just wishes she’d have had the courage to reach out sober. But they’ll work on that. The three of them.

Alex leans on Maggie, who’s wrapped her arm around Alex’s waist, and revels in the contact.

As they walk, she rambles about the chemical structure of alcohol. About its impacts on the brain. Maggie listens and Maggie smiles and Maggie nods in all the right places, and Maggie lets her talk, lets her talk, because she’s focused on making sure she doesn’t let the taller girl stumble and fall.

When Maggie shoves her dorm door open, Alex freezes.

“You know I’ve wanted this since like, the first time I saw you. For you to take me back to your room. To…” Her eyes flit down to Maggie’s lips.

“To kiss you.”

Maggie gulps and slips away from her, taking care to keep her hands on Alex’s arms to help her stabilize.

“Go pee.”

“What?”

“You’re this drunk? You for sure need to pee. Bathroom’s right there. Can you make it on your own?”

Alex nods with tears in her eyes, and Maggie hates herself a little bit, but she’d hate herself a lot more if she let this conversation continue.

The bathroom door shuts and the water flushes and the sink runs for a long, long, long moment.

When Alex stumbles out, it’s with confusion and the shadows of hurt in her eyes.

“Did I do something wrong? I don’t have to stay here, you didn’t have to – I just thought – you ran to… to rescue me, and you gave me water, and you took me home, and I thought that meant you like me as much as I like you, and I –

"Alex. Alex, Alex, look… We can talk about all this when you’re sober. If you still want to talk about it. I promise. But right now? Right now, we can talk biology. Or astrophysics, or about the dessication and revival of tardigrades, whatever you want. Just not us. Not now. And certainly no kissing. Okay?”

Alex slumps down onto Maggie’s bed without asking, and Maggie just grins and kneels to help take Alex’s boots off.

“Why not?”

“Because you’re drunk, Danvers,” Maggie giggles like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“It’s never mattered to any guy,” Alex almost whispers, and Maggie stiffens, and her nostrils flare, and her eyes are more serious, more full of rage, than Alex has ever seen them.

“Well, it matters to me. Okay? Come on.”

She helps Alex swing her legs up onto the bed, holds her up to take in one more glass of water, hastily poured, and she kicks off her flip flops and grabs a pillow from the other side of her bed.

“You’re not gonna come to bed?”

“The floor’s perfectly fine for me, Danvers.”

“But – ”

“When you’re sober. If you still want to. I promise, Alex. Okay?”

“You promise?”

“Yeah, Danvers. Yeah. I promise.”

But Alex is asleep, a small smile on her face, before Maggie even finishes her promise. Her promise to her best friend’s big sister, who she’s been trying to gather the courage to ask out for months now.

She snuggles down onto the floor and – eventually – falls asleep with a smile on her own face, too.

The right thing

(A/N): I’m so sorry this has taken me so long to get to, I really hope you like it!

Request: ok, i’ve thought about it long and hard (not really) and i think i’d like an old man logan request, if you even do that, lol. he sees me on the side of the road in the freezing canadian cold, and decides to do the right thing and drive me to wherever he resides, but he’s a bit hesitant on getting acquainted at first, being the grumpy old coot he is. then, at his place, after getting comfy, we both decide that we might get along and i fall asleep. ya know, just some fluffy shturf. ;3

Warnings: none?

Tags: @mcuimxgine, @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x, @saradi1018, @holland-toms, @superwholockian309, @fly-f0rever, @capbuckthor, @rainbeauxbread


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   Logan gripped the wheel of his car so tightly that his knuckle were white. He could feel the thrum of the engine running through his fingers, into the Adamantium of his bones. 

   The snow outside his window blurred everything in sight, making it nearly impossible to drive and yet he was doing it. With a sigh he reaches over and grabs a cigar, lighting it quickly before taking a long drag from it and that’s when it caught his eye, a long figure standing on the side of the road but before he could even stop to think about his car had passed by them, the snow quickly obscuring their form.

    Logan blinked, attempting to convince himself that what he saw he did not see, there was no way someone was out here in the frigid cold. Rolling his shoulders back he kept on driving but a certain nagging feeling told him to turn around, check it out just to see if his eyes were playing tricks on him. 

  “Damn it,” He mutters through his cigar as he swerves the car around, driving most likely into traffic (if there was any). His eyes thoroughly scanned the the sidewalk, searching for the figure. His gaze locks on the same long figure, standing on the side of the road shivering madly. With not so great parking skills Logan pulls up to the snowy bank, hoping out of his car as soon as he turned the engine off. 

   “Any reason you’re out here in the cold kid?” He asks through his cigar, his voice only a tiny bit muffled. The being turns to look at him, their eyes downcast as they rub at their arm, most likely trying to get some feeling back in them. 

   “I’m waiting,” 

   “What for?” 

   “Someone,” The figure mutters, sniffling a bit. Logan sighs, stuffing his hands into his pocket. 

   “You’re gonna freeze out here,” 

   “Good.” Logan looks at them through squinted eyes, little puffs of smoke billowing from his mouth. 

   “Get in the car,” He mutters, giving them no room to argue. 

   “What?” The figure looks up, looking at Logan incredulously. 

   “I said get in the car, I don’t want you freezing to death,” 

   “Why do you care?”

   “Believe it or not the idea of some kid freezing to death on the side of the road isn’t really a pleasant one, now get in the car,” 

   “How do I know you’re not gonna rape me or something?” Logan looks nearly offended at their words, how dare they accuse him of such a thing? Wrinkling his nose in disgust he turns away, reaching up to grab his cigar. 

   “I’m not gonna hurt ya but if you don’t want to tag along I’ll let you die out here,” Logan walks to his car, ignoring his gut feeling telling him to turn around and demand that however this was get in with him. He took a few steps towards the car, reaching for his keys when he stopped- the figure speaking up finally. 

   “Where are you going to take me?” Logan smiles just a bit, turning to cast the figure with a side glance. “I know a place for you,” The figure nods numbly as they skirt around Logan’s car, violently shivering as they walked towards the passenger door. 

   Logan gave them a good long look, staring at their frozen eyelashes and nearly purple lips; how long had this kid been out here? Shaking off his worry Logan unlocked the car, hoping in and starting the ignition. The figure sighed in relief as they placed their hands to the barely working AC vents which at the moment were spitting out little bits of heat. Logan eyed them once more, the permanent goosebumps on their skin, the way their nails were nearly black from the cold. 

  “Shit kid,” Logan muttered as he took of his coat, thrusting into the figure’s lap. “Put that on, you’re gonna freeze if you don’t,” The figure shakily slips the jacket on, pulling it around their body tightly. 

   “Please tell me wherever we’re going is warmer than this?” Logan starts up the car, not even looking behind him or ahead of him as he turned around once again. 

   “Yeah…yeah it is,” Logan rubs a hand down his face, stopping just above his lips. With an exasperated sigh he plucked out his cigar and smashed it into his ashtray, letting out the last few puffs of smoke from his mouth. “You got a name kid?” The figure shivers, nodding their head as they do. 

   “It’s (Y/N),” Logan nods his head, casting (Y/N) a side glance. 

   “Well (Y/N), I’m Logan,”


   “Just take the goddamn blanket (Y/N),” Logan muttered as he thrust another blanket at the still shivering kid on his couch. 

   “Logan, I already have like,” (Y/N) pauses to count the amount of layers they were wearing, excluding one of Logan’s flannels since the outfit they had been previously wearing was tainted by the cold snow. “4 blankets,” 

   “You need another one,” 

   “Logan-” 

   “(Y/N).” Logan growls, shoving the blanket towards them again. (Y/N) grumbles as they take the blanket, wrapping it around their other layers securely. With a pleased sigh Logan slumps down onto the couch, a few feet away from (Y/N). 

   “So, this is where you live?” 

  “Yeah,” Logan rasps, looking at his makeshift little home. “It’s the best I’ve got right now,” (Y/N) nods, humming as they look around. 

   “It’s…quaint?” Logan chuckles, sliding a hand down his exhausted face. 

  “You don’t have to lie to me kid, I know it’s bad,” (Y/N) smiles softly, chuckling just a bit. 

   “Okay, yeah, it’s bad,” Logan smiles, blinking lazily at his home. “Why is this…why is this the best you can afford?” 

   “It’s not easy to get a nice home when you’re being hunted,” (Y/N) looks at him, alarm flashing through their features. 

   “Wh-What do you mean?” (Y/N) asks, quivering for other reasons now. 

   “You ever heard of mutants?” (Y/N) nods their head, their gaze never leaving Logan once. “Well, we’re kinda going extinct, I’m one of the last ones,” Logan mutters, looking over his scarred hands indifferently. 

   “I uh- I don’t think you’re one of the last ones,” (Y/N) whispers, their gaze falling to their lap. 

  “Kid, I’m pretty damn sure I know that I’m one of the last ones-” Logan pauses when he looks around, a good chunk of his home items floating in the air, suspended their by some force. He looks to (Y/N) with a rather surprised gaze, his eyes glued to the way they titled their head, the objects in the room mocking the same power. “You’re one of us,” Logan mutters, his tone a lot softer than it had previously been. Slowly all the objects in the room float back down, settling into their respective places neatly. 

   “I was on the side of the road because I was running,” (Y/N) whispers, pulling their blankets around themself tighter. “Guess we’re kinda in the same boat,” Logan nods, pursing his lips in thought. 

  “I’ll be damned, I guess we are,” (Y/N) smiles a bit, one corner of their mouth twitching upwards just a bit. 

   “So…what do we do from here?” 

   “You’re gonna warm up and sleep, god knows you need it-” 

   “And then?” 

   “And then we’ll lay low, figure everything out as we go,” (Y/N) nods, their own lips pursing in thought. “But for now you definitely need some sleep,” (Y/N) nods, yawning at Logan’s words. They hadn’t realized just how tired they were until Logan had mentioned it. Now that he had they could barely keep their eyes open, every so often their eyes would flutter close only to flutter back open. (Y/N) tilts themself to the side, resting their head against Logan’s shoulder. They yawn again, closing their eyes for good now as they settle in against him, his warmth only adding to their slowly reviving limbs. 

   “G’night Logan,” (Y/N) whispers, ignoring the way Logan tensed under their touch. Logan looks at them for a minute before hesitantly reaching out to brush some hair out of their face, a small albeit affectionate gesture. Logan had only known this kid for a day and his mama bear genes were already kicking in, making him vow to protect this life with everything he had, almost what he felt with Rouge and Laura. With a soft, almost alien like smile Logan settled into the couch, making sure (Y/N) stayed tucked against his side either way. 

   “Good night (Y/N),” 

Fragility {Part 2/3}

Originally posted by fairybcby

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader, Slight Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Photographer Yoongi AU, angst, smut

Warnings: Minor character death

“You didn’t need to completely rip yourself apart just so that Yoongi could be whole. That’s not how friendship works…That’s not how love works.”

Part 1 | Part 3


Time had passed both slowly and quickly. Nothing had changed and yet everything had changed.

In reality, things were how they always had been. Your friendship with Yoongi continued like normal and he still had no clue that Hoseok had confided in you about Yoongi’s past that night.

You would meet up and go for drinks or spend days out together just walking around town and every time you would discover new parts that you hadn’t previously known existed. He had this strange ability of being able to whisk you away from your everyday life and he helped you to see the beauty in even the most mundane of things. There really wasn’t anyone like him.

He would always bring his camera and your eyes had quickly grown adjusted to the intense white flash that would often pour out from it.

On the surface, everything seemed perfect.

However, in your mid a perpetual hurricane raged on. You tried to calm it, you tried to gather your emotions and keep yourself stable but it was to no avail. You had hoped whatever it was you thought you felt towards Yoongi would quickly fade away. You’d longed for it to be nothing more than a short lived infatuation.  Yet, if anything, your feelings had only amplified. Every time you saw him smile it was as if another piece of you fell in love with him.

Everyday you would remind tell yourself that just being able to stand by his side was enough.You were well aware of how lucky you were. So on a rainy Tuesday as you walked through town after a night of helplessly watching various girls try to hit on Yoongi, you tried to convince yourself that everything was fine. He had turned them all down of course, he was as highly selective as ever. That didn’t stop the terrible feeling of jealously that consumed you every time he paid even a little bit of attention to one of them, the toxic emotion would thick and heavy through your veins, weighing your body down.

Small droplets of rain landed on your face and slowly slid down your skin. You could feel your hair and clothing becoming damp and uncomfortable, the cotton fabric was clinging to your body unpleasantly making you feel constricted. If Yoongi was here he would have scolded you for being so careless as to go outside with no umbrella despite knowing how bad the weather forecast was.

You veered off down one of the smaller side streets, the canopy of branches and leaves above now somewhat sheltering you from the weather that continued to rage of violently. Pulling your coat a little tighter around your body you broke out into a slow run. You didn’t even need to look where you were going, your legs would take you there automatically, as if it was an instinct hardwired into your DNA. By this point perhaps it was.

Yoongi’s house always looked the same, narrow, two storeys built in orange brick, with ugly black guttering running down the sides and across the top that stuck out like a sore thumb. The windows seemed to be perpetually dirty even though he insisted that he did clean them once a month.

The place was cheap and unrefined, but it was more like home to you than even your parent’s house was.

The door was unlocked so without knocking you swung it open and immediately stepped into the comforting warmth of his hallway. Some camera equipment and lighting lay in black bags on the grubby linoleum floor along with a large pile of shoes, all belonging to Yoongi of course.

“Yoongi, you here?” you called out after a few moments of silence, if he was in you couldn’t hear any signs of him lurking around somewhere.

You pulled your shoes off and dumped them in one of the corners of the room before hugging your arms to your chest, your body was still shaking from the bitter coldness of outside.

“I’m up here,” he finally replied, voice echoing down the stairs.

He sounded tired. There was a certain way he talked when he’d had a sleepless night, his words would be slower and voice rougher and it was irritatingly sexy.

You ascended up the stairs and barged your way into the bedroom.

The curtains were drawn so that any natural light was completely blocked out, but you knew better than to insist on opening them, he’d always hiss and complain when you tried. He sat hunched over his laptop furiously typing, fingers practically moving at the speed of light and he was so absorbed in what he was doing you don’t think he’d even heard you enter.

His hair hung down over his eyes and you could tell that he hadn’t brushed it in awhile, purple circles hung underneath his eyes and his lips looked chewed up and cracked. Yet you were so far gone that even in this state, you thought he looked absolutely beautiful.

“Are you just gonna stand there and watch me like a creep all day?” he asked with a smirk, finally looking up from his laptop screen, “Also don’t expect me to sympathise with you because you’re cold and wet, you’re the one that was too stupid to remember to take an umbrella with you today.”

“Shut up.”

He moved over a little to make room as you sat down on the bed, you curiously peered at his laptop screen to see that he appeared to be writing some sort of essay. The word count was on 4,035.

“Did the genius Min Yoongi really leave an essay ‘til the last minute?” you asked playfully and without even looking away from the laptop he moved his hand and lightly hit you on your upper arm. You giggled before slumping down a little to get more comfortable. The pattering of his fingertips against the keys was oddly relaxing, he typed so fluidly, with no hesitation, as if he knew exactly what he wanted to say.

You remained quiet, just enjoying the feeling of him being next to you. That was something you treasured about the relationship you’d built with him, you were so comfortable around each other that you didn’t feel the need to talk all the time. 

When the sound of the typing finally ceased he snapped shut his laptop and turned to finally look at you properly. 

“I wanted to talk to you about something,” he said pointedly. You looked up from your phone and saw that the expression plastered across his face was one of seriousness, so immediately, you put it away in your pocket and sat up.

“What’s up?”

From the way he fidgeted and gripped the sheets in his large fists, you could tell he was a little anxious. This in turn roused feelings of nervousness within you, if Yoongi wanted to say something he would usually say it with no hesitation, with hardly any hints of emotion.

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Just A Dance

Originally posted by hughxjackman

Characters- Logan Howlett x Reader

Summary- Logan wasn’t fond of parties, but he was fond of her.

Warnings- Language, fluff.

Word Count- 1,150

A/N- My first Marvel fic! I couldn’t help myself. I have always had a soft spot for Logan, and the new movie ‘Logan’ was just the ultimate catalyst. So please, enjoy.

Tags- @redlipstickandplaid@fandommaniacx @mellifluous-melodramas


Logan wasn’t particularly fond of parties. Loud music, inane small talk, and stupid formal wear. Forced to not look like the most miserable person on earth, he pulled at the bowtie on his tux. When he’d signed on for being a part of Xavier’s school, he didn’t know that fundraisers were a part of the deal. Look nice, smile at the rich people who were willing to give money to mutants.

Charles promised he’d had a surprise for him if he went- and he hated surprises. Charles promised he’d love it and it’d make the night more enjoyable. He highly doubted that, but as he stood there in the sea of gowns and suits, he saw her. In that moment, he knew this was Charles’ surprise.

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the anonymous wall (teenlock)

Based off this headcanon  (from @grumpy-swoop)

Read it on ao3


Mike had known that something good would come out of this stupid Anonymous Confession Wall, and now he had proof. Amongst all the I spent thirty-two hours watching a tv show for seven-year olds last weekends and the If you’re reading this, go to the corner of the boys bathroom on the third floor near the chem labs and the cute doodles, there was the smallest, shyest, and most interesting confession.

I’m gay and hopelessly in love with the rugby captain

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magnus asks alec to move in with him

i may have included a mini training scene at the end? maybe? idk? 👀


Alec’s head was resting on Magnus’ lap and his long legs dangled over the armrest of the sofa as the city lights flickered throughout the living room. Magnus had his nose buried in a book as he sat cross-legged, a hand lazily running through Alec’s messy raven hair. Alec had just come home after a long day of missions, eager to just relax and wind down next to his boyfriend before yet another jam-packed day tomorrow.

Magnus’ fingers massaging Alec’s scalp led to him beginning to doze off, lids heavy, breathing steady. Maybe Magnus was massaging small sparks of magic into his forehead to help him relax but Alec couldn’t be sure. He didn’t want to fall asleep yet, just the thought of his limited time with Magnus wasted on sleep made him flicker his eyes open, catching Magnus’ bejeweled wrist. Magnus smiled to himself at Alec’s tired eyes as he flipped a page in his book.

Alec began humming to himself, something he very rarely did, as he stroked his fingers along the length of Magnus’ hand. He twisted and played with the sparkly rings that adorned his powerful fingers, occasionally bringing them down to lay a trail of soft kisses.

Just as Alec thought he might give in to his drowsiness, his phone began to ring loudly, piercing through the silent apartment. Sighing, Alec reached over to the coffee table and looked at the screen, immediately placing it back down when reading that it was his mother. As soon as the phone stopped ringing, Alec received two text messages. Groaning, he reached over again and brought the phone over to the couch.

Alec, where are you? Could you come home tonight, please? - Maryse

Alec, we’re all having dinner together and it would be nice if you joined us. And stayed the night? - Maryse

Alec grimaced at the screen, locking his phone and letting it slip into the crevices of the couch. She didn’t have to say any more for Alec to know that the invitation did not extend to Magnus. He had to admit, his mother had been more accommodating of his and Magnus’ relationship, but he couldn’t help but feel that she still found it unpleasant. What did she think was going to happen?

Alec was an adult, he could do what he wanted without having her permission for the smallest things. The first time Alec had stayed over at Magnus’ she had thrown an absolute fit about being responsible and punctual if he was to be the Head of the Institute. He knew her problems were larger than that, though.

Sighing, Alec concluded that maybe his mother just missed him – though she didn’t seem to act like it – and that maybe he could go home for the night. He really didn’t want to. Alec sighed again and began to sit up on the sofa as Magnus put his book down on the side table. Alec turned to face Magnus, sitting cross-legged just like him and Magnus turned to pout at Alec – an expression he soon learned meant ‘don’t go’.

Alec leaned over to Magnus and placed a chaste kiss on his cheek as if to say 'see you soon’ but Magnus’ soft fingers on Alec’s neck made his heart break. In that moment, Alec decided that his mother could wait for another day, and moved from Magnus’ cheek to his lips. Magnus smiled into the kiss, moving his hand from Alec’s neck rune to his cheek, a thumb stroking the skin under the Shadowhunter’s eye. Alec leaned into the touch, turning to place a kiss on Magnus’ palm before turning back to his lips. 

Magnus pulled on the neck of Alec’s shirt and brought him down on top of himself so that they were both lying on the sofa in each other’s arms. Magnus’ hands explored Alec’s back, his hands reaching up underneath Alec’s shirt and pressing against his muscular, marked body. Alec moaned into Magnus’ mouth and began kissing a spot he knew was sensitive on Magnus’ neck.

Magnus tried collecting himself, breathing hard and uneven. Magnus was so comfortable with Alec, yet so weak. “Move in with me,” Magnus said hastily in a raspy voice. Alec paused immediately, staring at the Warlock with wide eyes. Alec searched Magnus’ face for any indication of a lie or joke but found none. He was being genuine. Alec had to take a second, blinking to refocus and swallowing to find his voice.

“What?” was all he was able to muster. Magnus looked back and forth between Alec’s eyes.

“You basically already live here,” he said in a matter of fact tone. “Plus, it’ll give you an excuse to never leave.” Magnus stared back at Alec, whose hazel eyes were fixed on him. Alec couldn’t fathom the idea of someone wanting to spend more time with him. What would Izzy say?

“I love you,” he breathed, roughly searching for Magnus’ mouth with his, an action which Magnus took to mean 'yes’. Magnus chuckled as he continued to kiss Alec.

It was only a couple of days later that Isabelle had barged in and interrupted one of Alec and Jace’s training sessions. Magnus was sitting on the side, watching them both train – mainly just watching Alec train. Magnus was having fun spurting bits of magic at Jace’s feet, causing him to trip and stall every now and then. It only let Alec take Jace down harder than he would’ve been able to without the magic. Alec had just managed to pin Jace to the floor when Isabelle yanked him up and shoved his chest.

Alec frowned at her, rubbing his skin and looking concerned. “Tell me Mom isn’t shipping you off to Idris!” she exclaimed, crossing her arms and glaring at her older brother.

Alec’s brows furrowed as he glanced over to Magnus who also looked concerned. He slowly got up and walked over to the trio. “What? No?”

“I know she’s been hard on you because of Magnus but you don’t have to go!” she continued to which Jace stepped up.

“Idris? Since when?” he asked, panting.

“I’m not moving to Idris, what are you talking about?” asked Alec, eyeing both of his siblings in worry.

“Then what’s with all the packed bags in your room?” she asked, hastily.

Alec let out a long breath and relaxed, glancing at Magnus who was now stood just a couple steps behind him. “It’s nothing,” he reassured, lowering his voice. Alec could already hear the 'you didn’t tell them?’ conversation that Magnus and him were going to have back at the loft. “Magnus just asked me to move in with him,” he said, nervous to see their reactions.

Izzy and Jace instantly relaxed their stances, a smile creeping up on Jace’s face which Alec rolled his eyes to. “Oh,” was all that came out of Izzy’s mouth.

“What?” asked Alec, softly.

“What did Mom say?”

Alec chuckled at his sister’s comment. Magnus stepped closer so that he was standing next to Alec, eyes still downcast as though he felt he was intruding. “I don’t care what she has to say, Izzy. I can do what I want.” Alec smiled and swung an arm around Magnus’ shoulder.

A smile broke out onto Isabelle’s face as she caught glimpse of the way Magnus was looking at Alec as if he was the only one in the room. Alec turned his face to smile back at Magnus, placing a brief kiss on his lips before they both swirled around and headed to the living quarters to collect Alec’s things.


hope you enjoyed. let me know if there are any scenarios you would like to see!

in the meantime, the almost kiss that i like to think happened that night

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Thankyou guys so friggin much for all the positive feedback and support on my Jughead Serpent Au, you guys make me so happy to write these stories!
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He was practically floating on air, the goofy smile that seemed a permanent fixture on his face today was driving his friends crazy, and that only spurred him on, what fun was a secret if you didn’t use it to mess with people?

“Come on man, what’s with the stupid face? You haven’t stopped grinning since you drove up this morning. I didn’t think you even knew how to smile?” Dean teased, elbowing Jughead in the side and impatiently waiting for an explanation.

“What? A guy can’t be happy around here. Maybe I really like what’s on the lunch menu today.” He shrugged lazily, pulling a long drag out of the cigarette hanging from his mouth, a few of the Serpents stood outside Southside high while Jughead leaned against his motorcycle, the extra wide smile still playing on his lips.

“You eat everything, you don’t care what’s on the menu” Keith rolled his eyes, shrugging his jacket off and taking in the late fall, early summer sun “this wouldn’t have anything to do with our very own ball of sunshine, little miss Betty Cooper, would it?” He smirked knowingly.

There were hushed laughs and immature “ooooohhhsss”

Jughead popped the collar of his jacket, rolling his eyes
“And if it is? I can’t help the fact that someone like her wants to be with me, she’s.. special” He smiled proudly.

A few of the boys began cracking up and some of them made obnoxious fake throw up noises.

“Yeah whatever, find a girl like mine and you’ll Change your mind real fast” he threw his hands at them, putting his cigarette out.

“You’re dad will be happy.” Keith said knowingly, his eyes sympathetic.

Dean looked worriedly at Jughead, for a boy his size, he was most definitely all bite no bark

“You ain’t just with her because of what your dad said right? About us getting in Riverdales head? Because Betty’s real nice and I don’t want to see her get hurt.” He said slowly, warning evident in his voice.

“You don’t have to worry about that, what me and Betty have is real. My dad has nothing to do with the way we feel about each other, if it gets him off my back for a while, so be it. But im not letting him anywhere near this relationship. I’m not letting anyone near this relationship.” He cast his eyes too a group of particular nasty Serpents in the corner who were eyeing Jughead with an unfamiliar look.

“Figured we’d stop by Pops again after school, as corny as that place is, the burgers are some of the best.” A lanky Serpent named Jacob said,a few of the other boys voicing there agreement.

“Sounds like a plan.” Jughead nodded Cooly, pulling his phone out and sending a text to his favorite girl

JUGHEAD: wanna grab a milkshake after school? On me ;)

He bobbed his knee anxiously waiting for the text, quickly opening his phone as it lit up.

BETTY: wouldn’t you much rather it be on me? ;)

He nearly choked on his own breath after reading the message, his eyes going wide, another message popped up and he eagerly opened it.

BETTY: I have no idea where that came from. What are you doing to me Jughead Jones? ;) a milkshake sounds amazing, bring your friends I’ll bring mine. Can’t wait to see you. Miss you.

He clutched the phone in his hand, his heart instantly feeling lighter, she had such a damn effect on him, it scared him sometimes, but the excitement overshadowed the fear and he found himself anticipating seeing her face.

The day went by quickly and before Jughead knew it he was pulling into Pop Tate’s Parking lot, the rumble of motorcycles following him as his gang parked their bikes, heading for the door in a rowdy bundle. Jughead stood beside Keith and Dean, his eyes scanning from the doorway, softening when he spotted Betty standing beside a booth on her tiptoes, looking around for Jughead, when she caught his eyes, she grinned leaning down and whispering something in Veronica’s ear, the dark haired girl turning towards him and rolled her eyes playfully.

The three boys made their way over and stood before the booth awkwardly, Archie moved over from his seat, and dean dropped beside him, shaking the entire table with his mass.

“Woah there big boy!” Veronica laughed, her hands coming out to steady herself as Archie clapped him on the shoulder
“We sure could use you on the football team!” He laughed as Dean grinned shyly.

Betty slid into the booth, Jughead sliding directly beside her, his arm instantly coming to rest on her shoulders. Betty looked up at him with light eyes
“Hi” she whispered.

Jughead brushed a strand of hair from her eyes and smiled “hi”

The conversation was light and fun, Archie and Jughead realizing how much they had in common and Keith and Veronica discussing fashion, a secret passion of Keith’s. Kevin had pretty much fallen in love and Dean was just happy to eat and listen to the stories, occasionally setting both the girls into fits of giggles at his barking laugh.

An hour later, the perfect bubble they had been in burst with a very audible pop.

“Elizabeth Cooper! What on earth do you think you’re doing?!” The shrill voice of a middle aged women, followed by a man who looked exceptionally like Betty rang through the tiny diner.

Betty stiffened in Jughead arms, her whole body shaking slightly as she stood almost robotically.

“Mom. Dad” she whispered, taking shaky steps out of the booth

“What are you doing here?! Don’t you know you have tutoring? And Latin class? And what’s this I hear about you ending Cheerleading practice early? What’s the matter with you?!” She screamed in her daughters face.

Betty shook her head
“It’s Friday, I was just..” she was cut off by the older man clutching her wrist

“Don’t talk to your mother like that, keep your mouth shut, let’s go.” He tugged Betty towards the door, the blonde losing her footing and tripping slightly, her eyes downcast as she winced.

Jughead was out of the booth in seconds flat, his eyes lethal as Archie followed closely behind, Jughead gripped Betty’s fathers hand that was wrapped around Betty’s wrist

“Let her go.” He growled as Hal Cooper, stared shocked at his hand

“You don’t know who you’re messing with boy” he hissed as Alice waved her hands frantically.

“You’ve been hanging around these people. Their kind ” she spat, her eyes narrowing on Jughead as he shook his head still glaring at Hal, he opened his mouth to speak but was quickly cut off when Betty stepped forward.

“Don’t talk about them like that. They have more class in one finger than you do in your entire body.” She said dangerously, standing toe to toe with her shocked mother.

“You don’t know anything about them.” Betty spoke

Alice shook her head
“I know enough. I know enough to know these people are nothing but trash, nothing but thugs, nothing but..” suddenly a glass soared past the older woman’s head, smashing against the wall behind her head, sending glass flying as Betty stood in front of her, her hands shaking

“You need to leave.” She hissed , her eyes dark as the entire diner went dead silent, to make matters worse Chuck and his football players stormed in through the front doors, noticing the motorcycles in the front they had come for a fight. Noting the tension, they stopped abruptly and watched.

“Elizabeth, we’ll discuss this at home.” Alice Cooper said her voice shaky, as she touched a hand to her chest.

“No.” she said finally, testing the word out on her lips “no I’m not going with you.” She finished finally.

Hal laughed bitterly
“Where will you go? Who’s gonna want you? Now that you’re some Serpent Slut?” The man smiled wickedly.

Betty looked down at her hands helplessly and Jughead stepped forward, coming up to grip her now bruised wrist.

“She’ll stay with me.” He said, tugging her towards the door, his arm coming around to wrap around her protectively as he ushered her towards the door, shoving past Chuck and his friends as they shouted, an all out screaming war broke out.
Chuck reached for Betty’s hand

“Think about what you’re doing Betty, think about your decisions.” He said dangerously, threatening her.

Jughead pushed her softly ahead of him and turned to chuck, slamming him against the wall
“You touch her, you look at her, you even breathe in her presence, I will kill you. I swear to god, I’ll make you wish you were never born.” The boy fell against the wall as Jughead released him.

Jughead turned back to see Veronica and Archie and Kevin slipping out the back with Dean and Keith right beside him. The dark haired boy jumped on his bike, reaching a hand out for Betty, who looked at him nervously.

“Do you trust me?” He shouted over the noise.

With one final glance back at the chaos behind her, Betty gripped his hand and climbed onto the back of the bike, her hands wrapping securely around her waist.

“You ready angel?” He said when she dropped her chin to his neck.

She pressed her nose to his pulse point and nodded

“Take me away Romeo.”

“Alex and Kara fix it where Alex doesn’t let Kara go away so sad” from @lem798 and @misguidedghost800 “Sanvers being there for kara“ and “Maggie comforting Kara/ bonding over both losing everything and everyone at such a young age.  (Kara krypton. Maggie-being outed)Coming to a mutual understanding and allegiance to both love Alex and to bond as a new family.” from @bacop150


She tells Alex to go be with her girlfriend.

She tells her to never let Maggie go.

And she won’t. She won’t. God, god, she won’t.

But she also will never let her sister go.

Not when her eyes are burning like this, not when her jaw is set like this.

Not when her skin is the only thing keeping her from ripping apart at the seams.

And her skin is less Kryptonian-on-Earth now than it is even when she solar flares.

Alex won’t let Maggie go.

But she’ll never let her little sister go either.

So she nods, tears burning her own eyes, when Kara tells her to never let Maggie go.

She nods, but she also reaches out her hand to grab Kara’s wrist.

Reaches out her hand to still Kara’s inevitable takeoff.

“Alex,” she chokes, because if she stays, she’ll break.

But that’s exactly the point.

Better to break with someone who can hold the pieces until you figure out how they’re supposed to be put together.

And Alex will do more than hold Kara’s pieces. She’ll protect each and every one of them with her life.

Kara knows, and Kara does the only thing she can do.

She sobs.

Sobs into Alex’s chest, falling forward and letting her sister catch her, letting her sister kiss her hair, letting her sister cry with her.

Cry with her, because a week ago, Alex’s lungs almost filled with water.

Cry with her, because a day ago, Alex almost accidentally killed her.

Cry with her, because tomorrow, the streets will still be cratered and smoking.

“Come on,” a soft voice tells both of them after a few long, long moments.

“I’ll take you two home.” 

Kara shakes her head into Alex’s body as Maggie takes one of Kara’s hands and one of Alex’s hands into her own. 

“No?” she asks Kara, and Kara just glances at Alex and sniffles.

“I can fly you both,” she offers, and Maggie tries not to be uncool in her reaction. She shrugs.

“As long as you’re not too tired.”

They’re in Alex’s apartment before Maggie can process height, height, so much height.

“Wow, Little Danvers, that was uh…”

“Need to sit down there, Sawyer?” Alex teases, and Maggie shakes her head like she’s getting water out of her ears, grinning faintly.

But then she looks at Kara.

She looks at Kara, and she forgets for a moment that she’s Alex’s little sister, not hers, and she strides toward her and offers her arms out for her.

Kara shrugs away from them and Maggie retreats, eyes downcast.

“It’s not you, Maggie,” Alex whispers as she takes Kara by the hand and leads her to her pajama drawer. “Out of your gear?” she asks Kara, who just nods numbly, like if she does anything even vaguely expressive, she’ll collapse in on herself all over again.

Maggie turns away while Alex helps Kara off with her suit and into pajamas, taking the opportunity to call and check in with Jessy the pizza guy to make sure he and his boyfriend are safe, and to ask if he could possibly bring them over some pizza.

“Okay,” Alex kisses the back of her neck, and Maggie leans into her effortlessly before turning around.

“Does that feel a little better?” she asks, and Kara shrugs as she collapses onto the couch, asking with her arms for Alex to tuck her in, for Alex to hold her.

Alex complies and Maggie sits on the floor next to the couch. “I ordered you pizza, Little Danvers,” she tells her, and Kara smiles faintly.

“Thanks, Maggie.”

“Anytime.”

The three of them let silence rise between them. Silence and pain and comfort and love.

“He – all of them, actually – they were all I had left. From my home. I mean, sure, Daxam wasn’t anything like Krypton, but he – they – knew my language, and my history, and my people. Even if their views of us were distorted, they… they had views to be distorted. Here, anything… anything anyone knows about Krypton is from Fortress of Solitude database or from… me. Just me. I feel like I lost them all again. Again. How many times am I going to have to lose them?”

She squeaks at the last sentence, and Alex draws her closer to her body, soothing her with kisses to her hair and she’s proud of her, none of this is her fault, there’s no shame in surviving, she loves her, she loves her, she loves her, and she’s sorry. She’s so, so, so sorry.

“Kara,” Maggie says tentatively, eyes seeking Alex’s for permission. Alex’s heart starts to heal slightly as she nods. “Kara, hey, listen. It’s not the same. Not even a little bit the same. I can’t imagine what you’re going through, but I… did Alex tell you about when I was a kid?”

Kara sniffles and wipes her nose on Alex’s sweater and Maggie smiles.

“Your parents kicked you out for being a lesbian.”

Maggie nods and hovers her hand over Kara’s blanketed knee. Kara nods and Maggie gifts Kara her touch.

“I lost everything, Little Danvers. Not like you did. Not at all. But there have been people – people in my family, my close family – who’ve died since then. One when I was sixteen, some when I was in college… I only found out through the grapevine. No one in my family reached out, no one told me the funeral details. It was like I was the dead one, they just… I was dead to them. So I couldn’t say goodbye, not properly, to… anyway, Kara, it’s not the same, but one thing I do know? I know it changes you. I know it makes it hard to believe you can ever really be… whole.”

She glances up at Alex, because Alex, now, is crying.

“Your sister is helping me figure out how I can be whole again, Kara. And she can help you, too. And the thing is, you’ll never be whole. Not really. But you’ll become a new shape. Each time you have to go through it again, Alex is gonna be there for you. Hell, me too, if you want me to be. And each time, you’ll become a new shape, making a new meaning of wholeness for yourself. And it’s exhausting, and it’s awful, but the one thing it’s not, Kara? Is alone.”

“But I feel alone. I always feel alone. Except for Alex.”

Maggie nods through tears. “So do I, Kara. So do I.”

“Do you think… do you think we can be alone together?”

There’s a knock at the door that makes them all jump until Maggie grins softly and says, “Pizza,” while she hoists herself to her feet. 

“And yes, Kara. We can be alone together as long as you need.”

Kara nods and snuggles closer into her big sister, hoping that when her other big sister – her new big sister – comes back with the pizza boxes, she’ll want to cuddle with them, too.

Last Dance

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (Modern AU)

Summary: With one week left in both of your theme park employee contracts, you struggle with the clash between your blossoming feelings for Bucky and the impending end of your job.

this one is for @buckyywiththegoodhair​, the loveliest pineapple gem to grace the interwebs. nicole, i don’t think you’ll ever fully comprehend how grateful i am for you and how much i adore you. thanks for everything xx

A/N: this one’s a doozy (3100+ words). i’ve always struggled with writing things that are long enough to have a storyline yet short enough to not frustrate readers. i’m trying this new thing where i try not to sacrifice content in the name of comfort. hopefully y’all enjoy this one, and i’d love to hear your feedback!

ps. i also wrote this after taking sleeping pills [for legitimate medical reasons], so it gets sloppy towards the end. whoops. 

The cool air breezes through your limbs as you step out onto the roof of the staff quarters, providing a much-needed respite from the rising temperatures of the basement party Tony Stark is throwing.  You fan yourself and wait for a nervous Bucky to speak. Why he’s nervous is beyond you, but you’re sure it’s nothing you can’t handle.

Bucky remains silent, his knuckles turning white as he grips his fingers tightly, shifting the weight from one foot to another. His downcast eyes flick upwards, the vulnerability in his blue orbs shining bright and true. You’re about to reach out and ask him if everything is okay when -

“I like you.”

Your tongue darts out to wet your lips before the lower lip gets caught between your teeth. You definitely weren’t expecting that, and a sudden rush of nerves suppresses your ability to eloquently speak. “Wow,” you blankly say.

Something sinks in your heart, and you’re suddenly taken back to the conversation you had with Wanda earlier today.

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Too Close for Comfort

@hchano‘s birthday was yesterday and she’s AWESOME so I told her I’d write a thing and she requested Sidekick!Adrien AU Ladrien angst because she lives and breathes for Ladrien angst and so do I.

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Blood.

Blood, and Alya crouched over his still form. The shattered remains of his helmet sprinkled over the road like ashes. His hand, palm up, fingers curled.

And the crowd. Always a crowd with akuma attacks. Giving them space.

Ladybug stood surrounded by helmet fragments—visor over there, the tip of an ear next to her foot—staring from a distance. At Alya’s fingers pressed against his neck. At the blood pooled around his head, dampening his golden hair. At his hand, palm up, fingers curled.

That was the love of her life strewn across the sidewalk.

The love of her life, she thought, as Alya’s scream confirmed what she didn’t want to know.

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