he would do anything for her

Lucky I Love You

Summary: After having to cancel on Steve so you could do some chores, he surprises you before heading over to the Henderson’s to babysit the kids for the night.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Disclaimer/Warnings: Fluff. So much fluff.

A/N: Another idea of mine! Let me know what you think.

On a beautiful fall day, you sat in your front lawn with a rake laying beside you. You had your head tilted up to the sky, feeling comfortable in your oversized sweater and jet black leggings, your worn out Chuck Taylors on your feet. You had your headset pulled over your ears as you listened to the album Make It Big. You were fan of ‘Wham!’. 

You were supposed to be raking the leaves. After all, that’s why you had to cancel on your lunch date with your boyfriend, who just so happened to be Steve Harrington. You reached over to grab it before pushing yourself off of the ground, making sure the walkman was secured to your waist before you began to gather all of the leaves.

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I’m Sorry - Loki X Reader


Summary: You and Loki were a couple, but he left you in fear for that your life would be nothing but worse with him in it. When he finds himself watching over you six months later, you have to remind him that you can protect yourself from whatever “bad” he might bring into your life.

Warnings: Okay… There are some serious feels ahead. This is probably the most emotional and sad thing I’ve ever written. Also, there is a brief mention of a kiss.

Words: 4 402 (longest thing I’ve written!)

A/N: Okay wtf… I’m “dead” for like 2 months and then I come back and post two things in the span of 3 days, both of which are my first Loki X Reader’s, and one which is the longest and most emotional thing I’ve ever written???? Shit’s crazy, man…

Anyway, please tell me what you think! I would actually like to write a side-story to this about that camping trip to Washington, so tell me if you’d like that!

Originally posted by lolawashere

He watched her from the balcony, hiding behind a column to keep his presence unknown to her. She was smiling, brighter than ever. Never had he seen her so happy, and his heart broke at the sight. She sat laughing with a few of the Avengers, their humorous conversations going in on the early hours of the morning. With tears burning his eyes, he smiled at her. She was so beautiful. He could bare believe she was no more than a mortal. She was so ethereal, so bright… She seemed far more a god than he did.

“She misses you.” Thor unveiled, startling Loki with his presence. Loki stared at his brother with big eyes and clear embarrassment from having been caught in such a fragile state. He wiped his eyes to rid of any tears that threatened to spill, doing his best to hide his face from Thor to his left.

“And what difference does that make?” Loki spat, instantly becoming defensive, subsequently being surprised by how unbothered Thor seemed to be by Loki roaming the balcony of the Stark Tower. Until just moments prior, Thor was under the belief that Loki was in Asgard, but even when that was proven to not be the case did the God of Thunder as much as flinch. To get away from his frustratingly, calm, brother, Loki walked away from the pillar and to a part of the balcony where Y/N would not be able to see him, even if he was not deliberately hiding.
“I will not argue with you why you should be with the woman that you love.” Thor explained, looking Loki in the eyes boldly before beginning to make his way for the door inside.

Loki watched Thor leave, and as the door opened, the sounds from inside were let out and Loki was given just a moment of hearing Y/N’s laughter. It cut through him like a dull dagger, slashing brutally through his heart without mercy. Never had he thought someone’s laughter could hurt a person so much, but it pained him to the brink of where his knees grew so weak that they threatened to fold right beneath him.

He remembered every details of the night he left her as if he was still in the moment. They were stood in the living room of her apartment when he said he had to leave, but it had all begun a few blocks away from her building. Loki had been recognized by a couple of pedestrians, and it had only taken moments until a crowd had gathered with red in sight and a hunger for revenge for all the terror Loki had brought them. He had been forced to teleport both himself and Y/N to her apartment to get away from them, but he hadn’t been quick enough. Someone with bad aim had thrown a brick for Loki’s head, but it had struck Y/N just an in h under her eye as she had cradled to his side for safety. She had been bleeding quite a bit, even if the wound was far from lethal. She had repeatedly kept reassuring him that she was okay and had instead attempted to ask him if he was alright, but he had blocked out practically every word she had said. All he could think about was how he would never be able to live the kind of life that she wanted — that she deserved — if he was part of it.

Her place was on earth. Even if she had never said no to living in Asgard, Loki already knew that there was nothing for her there. He just wished she could have seen how she was the only thing keeping him on earth, and he wished she could have seen how he could never live there after all he had done. Unfortunately, she couldn’t see it, and he couldn’t let her believe that the two of them could ever be with one another. In his eyes, he had only had one choice, and that was to leave her. The longer he would have been with her, the more painful it would have been for both of them when a time came and it was physically impossible for him to stay. So, he ended it quickly and prayed that their feelings for one another would subside as painlessly as possible.

They had stood in her living room, she had Blood streaming down her cheek from hatred that was due to his actions, and he had told her he was leaving. He had never been good at dealing with his own emotions, nonetheless at expressing his feelings, and so his words had been stone cold. Y/N had laughed at first, her mind not possibly being able to grasp such an absurd action when their relationship was so good and stable. It wasn’t until his eyes became empty and started to water — doing anything but to look at hers — that she realized he was not joking at all. She hadn’t been able to help the tears which bursted almost instantly with her realization, and Loki had been forced to do everything in his power to keep his own tears under control.

He had never seen her cry until that moment, it hurt him more than anything he had ever felt in his entire life. More than when hearing her laughter on the balcony, more than when finding out that his father had lied about his heritage, and more than the death of the woman he had once called mother. Seeing her completely break before him and knowing he was the cause for it was enough to let a single, cold, tear fall from his eye. She had been crying out so many words, trying to convince him to stay and how things weren’t so bad, and he had been stood in silence.

Even when she begged him to speak he had not made as much as a sound. Even when she began to hit his chest in a sorrowful rage, he had stood still, and even when she fell into his chest — sobbing pleads of him to stay with her — he had remained staring emptily into the air of her apartment. It wasn’t until she with a broken voice whispered a heartbroken ‘I love you’, that he could not endure it anymore. He had left her in that moment, clinging to his chest with tears stinging the wound on her cheek as she wanted nothing more but for him to stay, that he had on the blink of an eye traveled back to Asgard.

He had fled to an isolated forest and spent hours slashing and hammering at everything within reach, screaming so loudly that it ripped through his throat to the point where his lips were stained with blood. He had hurt himself far more than the things he had hit. He was desperately trying to think anything but Y/N, but his mind did not care for what he wanted. He had been left with nothing but memories which he shared with her, and they had kept him on his destructive frenzy for hours upon hours with one memory in particular to fuel his berserk rage.

The memory of their first kiss. If he focused hard enough, he could almost still feel her lips on his. They had been standing on a riverbed in a more the desolated area in the state of Washington, a place Y/N had always wanted to visit ever since seeing images of its breathtaking nature in a travel guide she accidentally to stumbled upon. She had been able to convince Loki to follow her on a hike across a mountain and spend a weekend camping along a nearly overgrown trail. It had sounded dreadful at first, but once the cities disappeared behind them and they came into territory where life was untouched by man, it was everything but dreadful.

Y/N’s smile as they encounter wildlife, or managed to find a waterfall, was enough to keep him happily going. He had never seen such joy in a being before. She was so innocent and pure, the exact opposite of himself, and he had absolutely no choice when it came to falling in love with her. He could have done nothing but resist the feeling and fight against the urge, but he would have fallen just as hard anyway.

They had set their camp for the night on a dried riverbed of round rocks just as the sun set on the horizon, their tent at their backs and a campfire before them. In the distance came the sound owls and wolves, and close by was the sound of calmly flowing water and the loud cracks of damp firewood heated by flames. The sky was spill light peach from dusk but the brightest stars were able to be seen. It had been there, sharing seat one a large piece of driftwood, that they had first kissed.

She had leaned towards him and begged to steal some warmth by borrowing the cape he was wearing. He had begun to remove it so she could wear it — which is what he believed he had agreed to — but she had moved even closer and draped the fabric around her, sharing the large cloth like a blanket between them. At a loss of words by the intimacy of their sudden position, he had found himself simply staring down at her head as she sat slightly leaning towards him on his right, eyes watching the fire. After a few moments, she had noticed. He had spotted him in the corner of her eyes and had glanced up, chuckling in amusement and asking him what was wrong.

It had taken him less than a second to bring his hands to her cheeks and press his lips against her own. In that very moment, she became the light that was able to light up his dark soul. She made him a better man, a better everything. Simply by being around her, he saw certain actions of his pasts as mistakes, actions which he had never seen that way before. Whenever she would speak of New York, his heart would sink upon remembering the alien army which he had led straight towards it, but she would lift his heart right back up. She saw the bad in him but she chose to look past it too. She did not live in denial of what he had done, but she focused on Loki in the moment and what she could to to make him into the man she knew him to be.

A tear fell, landing on the railing of the balcony. If he was not so heartless, he would have allowed himself to sink to the ground and cry himself dry. Every part of his body wanted to give in to the urge of doing just that, but he sought support from the railing and kept himself standing, knuckles turning white from his harsh grip.

Then came a sound, a dragging against the balcony floor and a turning of a handle. The door inside was open, but there was no sound from inside, and the light footsteps that followed were certainly not those of his brother.

It seemed as if all of New York went quiet in that moment. He couldn’t find words, but he wasn’t alone that time. Y/N stood in silence too, staring at Loki’s back whilst fiddling with her shaking, fingers. She wanted to say something — she really did — but her mind was nothing but blank. It had been nearly half a year since Loki vanished right in front of her, and whilst her checks were free of tears and the wound under her eye was just a light pink scar, she was no less shattered. If anything, she was worse than the first couple of weeks after he left. Then, she still had hoped that he would come back. She kept telling herself that he would come back, that even though he had his struggles on earth, he would realize they could make it work and return to her.

Eventually, weeks turned into months, which turned into half a year. The grief she should have dealt with right after he left built up, and as her hope faded, her grief came crashing down at a faster rate than she could get over it. It led to depression, or what she self-diagnosed as it, anyway. She wasn’t a cry-baby, wasn’t as emotional and typically feminine as a lot of women are often patronizingly portrayed, yet she still cried every day for months. That she was a woman had nothing to do with it. Her heart was broken, and that it could be inside of anyone.

The few times she slept, she rarely got more than three or four ours worth of sleep. She kept turning to Thor for help, and she felt pathetic for doing it, but she really didn’t have any control of herself and her emotions at the time. Whilst Loki had been in a frenzy of destruction, she had been in a frenzy of desperation. She kept coming to Thor with ideas of how they could reach Loki, how Thor could help her to at least talk to Loki, but she had had no right to crave that help from him.

Thor had tried. He had gone to Asgard, he had searched for Loki, and he had found him, or at least what was left. Thor had found that he had ordered the guards to lock him up in the dungeons and not release him no matter what he said. To Thor’s surprise — as well as the guard’s — Loki had not made a single attempt to escape. He hadn’t even attempted to make them free him. He wanted to stay locked up, and most importantly, he had made it clear to Thor that he did not want Y/N to know anything about him in any way. Thor was left in the middle of a good friend and his own brother, and he had to ignore both of their wishes and do what he saw to be, if not the best, then at least the most pain-free.

He had returned to Y/N and said he couldn’t find Loki, and when Loki asked how she was doing, Thor said she had left the Avengers shortly after he had left her. He did not want Loki to know that Y/N forced herself to come into work every day with bloodshot eyes and socialize with the team bearing a fake smile. He did not want Y/N to know that Loki constantly had bruises and cuts on his fists for punching whatever he could find or that he did not go a single day without screaming so loudly that the dungeon walls trembled. It is what he saw would do both of them the least harm, and if both Y/N and Loki could step out of the picture for a moment, they would both agree.

“What are you doing here?” She asked, her voice quiet. Loki flinched slightly at the sound, hearing the sorrow laced in the voice that was once filled with pure joy.

His eyelids fluttered as his eyes kept stinging with tears wanting to spill, staring out over nighttime Manhattan and its millions of lights. He had asked himself the same thing for nearly an hour and hadn’t thought of an answer, so he was left without words once more. He wanted to turn around and look at her, let her know he was alive at least as he couldn’t speak to make that clear, but he didn’t have the strength in him. It had been hard enough to see her inside with the other before when she hadn’t known he was there. He couldn’t stand the thought of seeing her so devastated again, and mostly it was because he couldn’t promise he wouldn’t leave if she came crashing into his chest again.

“I don’t know.” He somehow managed to croak out, his voice breaking halfway through the three-worded sentence. Y/N kept looking at the back of his head, noting how messy his long hair was, as if he hadn’t taken touched it since they last saw one another.

“Were you going to come inside?” She questioned, not at all prepared for if the answer was 'no’. “Or were you hoping to just stand out here and not have me know?”

He didn’t have an answer to that either. He had gone to the balcony completely blind, without a single clue of what he was doing or why he was doing it. He wished he had the answers to her questions, if not for her sake than for his own, but he had nothing.

“I don’t know.” He repeated, still refusing to even turn in her direction, let alone look at her.

She wanted to move closer to him, but she felt like a deer caught in lights. Her body was frozen in place. She could just stand there and try to process the situation in a way which wouldn’t end with her completely breaking down like she had often found herself doing in the safety of her own home after Loki left.

“Can you just say something?” She felt the familiar lump in her throat that formed whilst she cried. She tried to swallow it down, but it stayed in place, only hurting her whenever she tried to push it down.

“I…” Loki began, letting out sigh as he seemed incapable of speaking properly. “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know if you can say anything?” She questioned, a short laugh erupting from her mouth before she could contain it. She was far from amused, and she had no desire to laugh at him in mockery, but it had been coughed out almost as on reflex. She was so lost in her own emotions that her body no longer knew how to react accordingly to them.

“No.” He admitted, which was the truth and nothing but it. He didn’t have the slightest clue of what he was doing. All he knew was that the months without Y/N had been far worse than any hell he could imagine, and he dared almost promise that he wouldn’t live for much longer if things kept on going the same way they had. He had tried his very best to stay away from her, to let her live a life free of him on earth and not have all of their suffering be in vein, yet he found himself sharing the space of the balcony with her.

“So… Am I supposed to just walk away now and leave you? What- what’s happening, and don’t you dare say that you don’t know.” She demanded, her voice still calm but by the slight change in her tone, her emotions seemed to be getting the best of her.

“I don’t know.” Loki — who refused to stay silent — gave her the only answer he had, even if it wasn’t the one she wanted.

“No. You can’t say that. You can’t.” She refused, becoming more upset by each second. He could hear her take a few step in his direction and he watched a vague, yellow, light flash across his clutched hands before disappearing. He was just as out of control as she was, and the fact that he realized that made things even worse. He couldn’t understand how someone could effect him as much as she effected him. He had always been careless in his life and had never experienced love until he met her, and love changed him so drastically that he became defensive — nearly hostile — towards those changes.

“I don’t have answers…” He explained, the longest sentence he had given her that night.

“Please think of them, then…” She took a few more steps forward, her tone back to broken. Loki let his eyes close, his jaw clenched tightly in anger as he was unable to contain yet another tear.

He didn’t understand how someone could be so calm after being left the way he had left Y/N. If she would have been furious — tried to punch him in the face as soon as she laid eyes on him — it would have hurt less for him, but it was painfully obvious how much she still loved him, and he knew he would never deserve that kind of unconditional love.

“I can’t…” His voice was cracked again from the same kind of lump in his throat that she was dealing with.

“Please…” She yet a few more steps forward and bluntly began to reach her arm out for him when suddenly, he vanished, leaving a short trail of yellow light. Her chest felt hollow, her lips hanging parted. She watched the empty air where he had just stood, the feeling of deja vu crushing her like an ant under a boot.

“What I did was unforgivable.” His voice came from behind her and her entire body shuddered in relief at the sound of it, her first tear of the evening slipping from her eye and running over the light scar on her cheekbone. “I had no right to come here. I should have stayed away, I should have kept you safe and fulfilled the whole purpose of why I left you, but I… I can’t. No matter what reason I think I have for coming here, they don’t make it even remotely alright.”

Suddenly, the words seemed to be pouring out of him like running water, which was ten times better than the 'I don’t know’s’ she had received before.

“Why can’t you understand that I never wanted you to stay away, that I still don’t?” She questioned, glancing over her shoulder to the point where she could see his legs. In one, swift, move — hoping he would not teleport again — she turned around and faced him.

She let out a shaky breath upon seeing his face for the first time in over six months, watching him squint his eyes shut excessively hard to not be able to see her. Under them were dark circles from his lack of sleep, and she spotted the bruises and cuts on his knuckles as she let her eyes roam across his body for a brief look. His hair was partially hanging in front of his face and a deep crease was settled between his eyebrows.

“You deserve to be happy, Y/N…”

Hearing him say her name was like music to her ears. Nothing had made her feel as good for the past, half, year than hearing that.

“I was happy.” She took a slow step closer to him, considering no magic as a victory. “Before you left, I felt like the happiest person alive…”

He didn’t want to believe that, even if he could confirm that sheerly from his own perspective. The amount of happiness he had seen in her on their one camping trip over a year ago was enough to confirm it.

“Loki…” She began when she saw the flash of pain strike his features upon hearing his name in her voice. “Please look at me.”

“I can’t.” He said once again, exhaling sharply and keeping his eyes tightly shut.

“Look at me.” She repeated, feeling her eyes burn for a moment. “See that you don’t need to leave me to keep me safe…”

There was something in her voice, something about how she had slightly changed her toned which led Loki’s eyes to soften. The creases around them became smooth, and slowly, they began to flutter open.

Before him stood Y/N, eyes glowing vividly blue from the power which the Tesseract had granted her from an accident during her time as a SHIELD agent years prior. They were locked right onto his, and seeing her look at him for the first time since he left felt like a cure to his self-caused torment. After he let out a sigh of relief, Y/N’s lips quickly stretched into a smile.

“You see that?” She asked with an airy laugh, her smile and glowing eyes still on display, another tear slipping from her waterline. “I can protect myself. You should have known that I could, even if I got hurt just once.”

He was breathing heavily, his words gone again. How didn’t understand how he could have ever been so ignorant. Y/N was more than capable of taking care of herself, he should haven known that, just like she said. Perhaps it had all just been too much for him and his poor skill in emotion-management, and it pained him to think he might could have spared the months upon months of torture had he just stopped to think for a moment.

“I’m sorry.” He stammered, his tears building up until he couldn’t stop them anymore. They fell from both eyes and kept coming from time to time, but he wasn’t alone with that either. Y/N began to cry right along with him, covering her mouth with her hand to quiet her sobs. “I’m so sorry.”

Simultaneously they closed the space between them. She snaked her arms around his back and hid in the crook of his neck whilst he covered his arms over her protectively, his head resting on her just as hers did on him. His tears stained her grey shirt with dark spots, and for the first time in his life, he felt as though he didn’t care about showing his emotions. Y/N deserved to see them. He was the reason for her depression, for letting her cry herself to sleep the few nights she slept at all. He was the reason he had spent months inside of a prison cell, punching the walls until his hands were soaked in his own blood, and screaming until his voice was gone. Keeping his thoughts and emotions from her was a mistake he would never make again.

Thor stood on the ledge of the rooftop, three floors above the balcony where his brother kept Y/N in a strong embrace, smiling down at the couple who seemed to have finally found their way back to one another, taking some credit to himself for the heartfelt reunion.

Originally posted by avengers-of-mirkwood

Hey, if you missed my A/N, please tell me what you think, and tell me if you’d like a side-story about that trip to Washington! ^^

// L


anonymous asked:

Can you do write smth along the lines of malachi/betty/jug?Like malachi interested in betty and also messing with her bc she’s jug’s girl?And jug becoming overly protective/jealous of her?I know its cliche but please❤️

“It’s really not a big deal Ronnie. It’s just a jerk being a jerk.” Betty adjusted the strap of her backpack as she kicked up dirt in the tiny trailer park on the Southside.

“A jerk? Really? Well does Jughead know that this jerk followed you home from school this afternoon ?” Veronica questioned, her voice lowering when her redheaded boyfriend and his beanie wearing best friend came into view.

Betty shook her head, cheerleading skirt swishing with the wind
“Malachi doesn’t know that I’m Jugheads girlfriend, I think.. I think he’s harmless. For some reason he’s taken to me but he’ll get tired of the chase soon, especially when he realizes I’m not interested.”

“Yeah, Okay, sure. You tell Jughead that.” Veronica rolled her eyes, dropping her bag to Jugheads makeshift porch before dropping dramatically into Archie’s arms

“Tell Jughead What?” The boy in question spoke,moving behind Betty and wrapping his arms around her waist , placing a soft kiss on the top of her head, his eyes curious.

“Nothing. It’s really nothing, there’s just this guy, he seems to have a bit of a crush on me. It’s really not a big deal.” Suddenly she was spinning around, Jugheads eyes dipping to her level

“Who’s this guy? Do I know him? Does he know me? What do you mean “crush”? Has he tried anything.” He rambled, just the tiniest bit of panic in his tone

“Yes, I… I would say you know him..” Betty whispered.

“Well Who is he? What’s his name?”

The beautiful blonde winced, her hands soothingly patting her boyfriends chest.
“His name is Malachi.”

Jughead pulled away, his eyes wide and filled with fire
“The Ghoulies?! Malachi the leader of the Ghoulies?! How the hell do you know he has a crush on you? How do you even see him, he doesn’t even go to Riverdale!”

Betty shook her head, her fingers gently gripping his cheeks
“He may have came to visit me after school and refused to leave until his friends met him halfway to my house, he asked me out but I said no! It’s really nothing to worry about!”

Jugheads has tensed, his teeth grit as he growled
“Did you tell him that you were my girl? That you were with me?”

The beautiful blonde crossed her arms defensively
“No I didn’t. I wasn’t sure if we were doing that.” She snapped.

Jughead mimicked her posture, copying her crossed arms and narrowed eyes
“And why the hell wouldn’t we be telling people that we’re together?” He challenged.

“I don’t know Jug, maybe because you still haven’t told Toni that we’re back together. I wasn’t sure who we were telling.” She bit out.

Archie cleared his throat
“Umm hey guys…” he started.

Completely ignoring the nervous quarterback Jughead fired back
“Oh come on Betty, it just hasn’t come up in conversation, I’m going to tell her as soon as we’re together. This has nothing to do with Toni, you just don’t want to tell that guy that you’re dating me. Plain and simple.”

“What?!” Betty hissed “why would I have to hide anything?! I’m not the one who thinks delaying the process is going to make it any easier!”

Veronica stepped forward
“Betty, Jughead, you might want too…” she began

“Is there a problem here Jones, you seem to be upsetting my girl Betty over here.”

Both sets of matching green eyes snapped to the long haired Ghoulie currently standing in front of them, a dangerous smirk on his face.

“Malachi..” betty whispered, rolling her eyes as Jughead puffed out his chest.

“You don’t belong here , this is Serpent territory. And she is not your girl.” The dark haired boy barked out, his fists clenched.

Malachi chuckled
“Well I’m just here to help a lady in distress, that screaming match you two were having didn’t seem too friendly. You okay sugar?” His eyes flicked to Betty.

“I’m fi…”

Jughead took a step in front of her
“Betty is my girlfriend, she is not your girl and she does not need your saving. Stay away from her and if I find out you ever stepped foot at Riverdale high again? It won’t just be me hissing at your front door.” He threatened, voice low and raspy.

Malachi grinned, his hands flipping up.
“Fair enough Snakeskin. She’s your girl… for now. When you get tired of reptiles come on down to the clubhouse and let a real man show you a good time.” He winked

Betty snorted in disgust
“I’m good thanks.”

“Leave.now. Dont touch Betty, Don’t look at Betty, don’t even breathe in her presence.” Jughead reached for the blonde cheerleaders hand, squeezing her fingers.

As the chuckling Ghoulie dissapeared from view the couple turned to face each other

“I’m sorry.” They both spoke at the same time.

Jughead laughed, his hands moving to grip her waist
“Me first. I should have told Toni the day we got back together, I’m sorry I didn’t see it bothering you. And I’m sorry for snapping at you about Malachi, he’s just… I love you. I love you so much the thought of someone else taking you from me makes my chest hurt and my brain get fuzzy. I say stupid shit and I’m sorry.”

Betty brushed her fingers across his forehead, pushing the stray curl out of the way
“I’m sorry that I snapped at you, I know you don’t meant to hurt me, its just me being petty. I should have told Malachi we were together but I just didn’t think. I love you too and I’m not going anywhere.” Betty pressed a lingering kiss to Jugheads lips and smiled when she heard the relieved sigh slip from his mouth.

“As cute as this is, I do have a chemistry test I need to study for and Archie’s about two grades away from staying back, onward and upward love birds.” Veronica tugged a complaining Archie into the trailer leaving Jughead and Betty staring at the swinging door.

“Ready to enter the belly of the beast?” He grinned

Betty smiled back
“With you? Always”

now or never // sweet pea imagine part 2

Title: now or never

Warnings: none really just your bright mix of fluff, angst, anger

Summary: Sommer decides to take matters into her own hands and confronts our favorite tall serpent at the Whyte Wyrm. 

A/N: literally embarrassed i set the comma in the direct speech wrong all along lmao i’m sorry. aslo i’m really happy how this turned out since i took more time in writing it, trying to really make you feel with the characters through their body language. i’ve read over it so there should be no typos. if you find some, just message me if they’re major and annoying. PLEASE

now have fun!

link to part 1 babes

Originally posted by forsythpjones

Veronica Lodge had called Sommer naïve on my occasions. Like when she came to Reggie Mantle’s defense about listing her name in the playbook, saying he was most likely forced to do so by the other football players. Veronica had only scoffed at that, Betty gently touching her shoulder as if to console Sommer.

If Veronica knew that Sommer was walking down the dimly lit streets on the Southside of Riverdale, she would be furiously dragging her back to the Harris’ residence by her hair.

The wind was howling through the small town, Sommer’s heels clicking on the floor. She wrapped her black coat tighter around her frame, damning herself that she thought wearing a velvet dress underneath was a good idea.

One week had passed since Sommer had seen Sweet Pea last. Whenever she relived his words, they felt like a knife plunging through her heart repeatedly. She doesn’t exactly remember how many times she called him and then hung up quickly because she was unsure of what to say. Should she apologize? For what? For making him feel something other than anger and rage.

Sweet Pea wasn’t one to talk about his feelings, he had never been. But Sommer didn’t need him to.

When he thought she wasn’t looking, she noticed the way his eyes would follow her every movement, the way he would smile affectionately at her when she talked and the sweet nothings he whispered into her ear when he thought she was already sleeping.

It was fear that held him back, that she knew. The fear of loving someone, the fear of being vulnerable and not being able to do anything about it. He was scared she was going to slip through his fingers one day, without him being able to pull her back.

Sommer looked around, checking her surroundings occasionally, making sure she wasn’t being followed as she knew how dangerous this side of town was at night. She checked her phone again, making sure her GPS was leading her in the right direction of the Whyte Wyrm as she had never been there.

Sweet Pea would always tell her that the bar was a local spot for the Southside Serpents to hang out at. Since he used to go there when they couldn’t meet up, this was the place she was most likely going to find him since she didn’t know where he lived.

She checked her attire and sighed. She really could have thought this through, she couldn’t look any more like a prestige Northside girl.

Sommer might as well have worn her River Vixen uniform to paint an even bigger target on her back. She put her hands in the small pockets of her coat and gripped her pepper spray tightly.

The Whyte Wyrm wasn’t like any other bar Sommer had been to. It wasn’t as fancy and exclusive like the one her uncle owned in New York.

As she pushed the red doors open, it reeked of cigarette smoke and a sense of danger hung in the air. As Sommer stood at the entrance, now regretting her decision she even came here, she wished the floor would swallow her in whole. She was sure she had the attention of most of the serpents on her and it wasn’t one she could particularly enjoy.

Sommer closed her eyes and took a deep breath, reminding herself who she was here for in the first place. She quickly scanned the room, looking for the tall, raven-haired serpent but he could nowhere be found.  She spotted a few serpents surrounding a pool table. She took a step forward, hoping Sweet Pea might be amongst them but she felt a hand grip her shoulders.

She froze, her breath quickening as she slowly turned around and looked into the brown eyes of a girl. She was short and had a slim complexion. Her long, wavy hair had streaks of pink in it and she wore a bandana on top of it. Her left eyebrow was furrowed, looking the girl up and down.  She sneered at her and crossed her arms over her chest.

“So, you’re the girl Pea has been going on about,” she declared amusingly, a small smile gracing her face as she bobbed her head. Sommer’s eyes widened in uncertainty.

“He told someone? I mean – it’s not a bad thing you know – but, I mean considering the circumstances.” Sommer let out a breathless laugh and tucked a lock of hair behind her ears, a habit she had, signaling she was nervous. The serpent rolled her eyes.

“Considering you’re from the Northside and he’s a serpent, you mean?

“I don’t care that he’s from the Southside. I don’t care that he’s in a gang. I care about him. And I need this boy to understand that no one walks away from me!” Sommer scowled and the pink-haired girl let out a soft laugh.

“I’m Toni. Toni Topaz,” she introduced herself. Sommer smiled. “Sommer Harris. But you probably know that already.”

“Just so you know, I texted your lover boy. Should be here any second. It wasn’t hard to figure out who you are. What exactly were you thinking when you came here, girl? You’re lucky no one else approached you, might not have ended as nicely.”

“To be completely honest with you, Toni. I didn’t have a plan B. Only a pepper spray which sounds ridiculous now that I say it out loud. But I just…needed to do something.”

Toni gave Sommer a comforting smile, which quickly turned into a grimace as she looked behind the Northsider.

Sommer turned around and saw Sweet Pea taking long strides towards her, his jaw clenched, and anger radiating from him. She opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out. He quickly grabbed her by the arm, pulling her with him towards the door. Sommer took one last glance at the pink-haired serpent who waved at her and mouthed a Good Luck to her.

The cold air hit Sommer as Sweet Pea angrily pushed open the doors of the Whyte Wyrm.

Sommer looked up at Sweet Pea, taking in all of him. His messy, dark hair she loved running her fingers through. His plump lips she had missed so dearly and his broad shoulders she would cling on to for dear life.

He looked furious. His brown eyes were narrowed, his muscles tense under his leather jacket and the veins throbbing in his neck.

“What the hell are you doing here, Sommer?” he spat, a scowl on his face. Sommer balled her small fists and took a deep breath as her expression hardened.

“What I’m doing here? What I’m doing here!?” she screeched, her face flushed. “I’m here for you, you cretin. You can’t just expect me to forget about you and move on!”

“Do you know how dangerous and stupid it was of you coming here from all places? Wearing…that! You’re lucky Topaz recognized you and texted me!”

His loud voice boomed through the air and the girl took a step back, wincing at him. His eyes softened at her movement, clearing his throat and opening his mouth to say something.

“I know, okay! This was probably the most stupid and dumbest thing I could have done. But I knew you wouldn’t answer any of my calls and I didn’t know where you lived so this was my best shot. Also, I’m wearing custom-made Louboutins and a Vera Wang coat, thank you very much. I was supposed to go to Nick St. Clair’s party but he’s not worthy of my time.”

Who the hell is Nick St. Clair!?” His shoulders tensed. He couldn’t bear the thought of Sommer getting close to another boy. Sommer rose her eyebrows challengingly, a twinkle in her eyes as she put her hands on her hips, looking up at his tall frame.

“None of your business. Anyways, I’m not here to talk about him. I’m here to ask you something.” Sweet Pea ran his fingers through his hair, seemingly annoyed and wanting Sommer to leave.

“What are you afraid of?” His brows furrowed, looking at her in confusion.

“Is it commitment?” she pushed. He stiffened, and realization dawned on his face as his head lowered, not daring to look Sommer in the eyes. His expression dulled, and he stayed quiet for a few seconds, contemplating on what to say. The silence seemed deafening to both teenagers.

“You should go. I’ll wait for you until you call someone to pick you up.”

He pressed his lips together, though, not being able to hide the crack in his voice and the gloomy look in his eyes as he looked up again.

She inched forward, slowly draping her arms around his neck to hold him in place, hoping he wasn’t going to turn away from her. She looked up at him, eyes gentle and caring.

“I’m not going anywhere, I think you should know that by now,” she said, her voice low. His breaths quickened at the proximity. He had felt lonely for the past few days, yearning to touch her, to hold her close.

He cleared this throat. “I never meant to hurt you,” he began, voice shaking as he was unsure how to put his feelings into simple words. “You are the best thing that has ever happened to me, Sommer,” he admits, pulling her small frame closer to him by her waist. “I have never felt like this before with any other girl,” he explained, shutting his eyes.

“I’m scared one day you’ll see what I see every day when I look at you. That… you’re simply too good for me, princess.” For the first time in his life, Sweet Pea had laid out his feelings openly, leaving him utterly vulnerable and Sommer stunned and unable to move.

His face twisted. “I can’t afford to lose you,” he added with a mere whisper. Her mouth turned into a smile, her eyes sparkling at his confession.

“Listen here, Sweet Pea. You’re stuck with me now, okay? You have been since the very first day. Don’t ever think for one second that you’re too good for me. Because you’re not. You’re everything I could have asked for,” she said, looking him deeply in his eyes, hoping she would remove every trace of doubt he had in himself.

“If you ride, I’m riding too,” she added, a small smile tugging at her lips.

“You truly are a ride or die, aren’t your Harris. Coming here to the Southside, all by yourself like the badass you are.” He gave her a lopsided grin as he put his calloused hands on either side of her soft face to caress her rosy cheeks. Her face lit up at his affectionate way, enjoying every second of it.

“Don’t ever put yourself in danger for me, got it, baby?” he whispered huskily, his voice laced with concern. He looked at her lips and then into her eyes again.

“I missed this.” She sighed contentedly, causing Sweet Pea to chuckle. He leaned into her, placing a gentle, slow kiss on her lips. Soft and warm, sweet, with a subtle taste of peppermint. It felt like the first time all over again, butterflies erupting in both of their stomachs. Sommer pulled away and leaned her head against his chest as he buried his face into her soft hair, as the smell of pine and lavender mixed.

“Let’s get out of here.”

Friday I’m In Love

Fandom: IT (2017)

Pairing(s): Reddie (Richie Tozier x Eddie Kaspbrak)

Characters: (Major) Richie Tozier and Eddie Kaspbrak (Minor) Maggie Tozier, Wentworth Tozier, and Sonia Kaspbrak, (Mentioned) a couple of the other Losers

Rating: T (M if language and violence offends you but nothing sexual)

Description: Richie and Eddie have a pretty shit week (Reddie songfic to “Friday, I’m in Love” by The Cure) (Aged-up to high school)

Author’s Note: I dunno… I just love this song and this just kind of happened but I’m a little in love with it???

I don’t care if Monday’s blue

Richie had always hated Mondays. They only meant another week of school he’d have to find some way to survive through. A Junior in high school at the age of 17, he was desperate to get through his last couple of years of required education and do… well, something more interesting than Algebra II, that was for fucking sure.

Waking up that Monday, the fall of 1992, Richie clambered out of bed in a bit of a blur. Searching for his glasses, he finally found them and shoved them onto his face, tripping around his bedroom. He’d hit snooze on the alarm clock one too many times again and was running a tad late.

In his hurry and because he still hadn’t fully grown in his gangly limbs, Richie tripped over one of his bright red Chuck Taylor and groaned from the floor.

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No, You Are

Summary: Reader is in a toxic relationship with Billy Hargrove. She gets sucked into the Demodog takedown, and Billy isn’t happy to find her and his baby sister with Steve Harrington.

Author’s Note: I LOVED WRITING THIS SO MUCH. As much as I love writing Billy as a somewhat sympathetic character, writing him this way was fun! Also, shout out to Dad Steve for being dad of the year.

I hate this title, but I don’t know what else to call it. Give me suggestions, please!

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You were never in any danger: a Kastle rec post

Hey y’all. If you follow me already, you may not have realized that I’ve gained some fandoms recently since I’ve been too busy to do something as time-consuming as reblogging all the stuff I scroll past but yeah, I’ve currently got two other rec posts sitting patiently in my drafts, just waiting for me not to be destroyed by grad school. As you all may know though, The Punisher comes out today, so I really just couldn’t help myself.

I didn’t expect to be here. I get the sense that most people on this ship didn’t either? Cool, we’re all in this together. I haven’t even been here that long; I happened to see someone freaking out on my dash a few weeks ago about that part in the trailer where they’re on the floor and Frank touches Karen’s hair – you know the one – and, well, somehow I wound up rewatching all the Kastle scenes over and over and over… I was even planning on waiting until next week to binge the whole season, when I’m on break and recovering from minor surgery and all, but I’m way too hyped to wait so I’ll probably get to it this weekend instead. 

In any case, this isn’t a full rec post cuz the series dropped and I just wanted to get it out. Please forgive the general messy and incompleteness, I’ll do an update later when I have the time. Also, if anyone out there has some fics (or anything else) you want to rec, please do! Like I said I am new here and I haven’t had the chance to go through the whole AO3 tag (yet lol).

Hope you enjoy~

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We Were Eletrified

October 12th, 2016

The club lights are wild, the music loud, but my attention is on him. My friends speak to me, but I can only look at him. A few meters apart, he laughs with the guys, but his head turns to glance at me from once in a while. I know he’s feeling it. Feeling this. The slight smile on his lips when our eyes meet is calling me over. Telling me to make a move.

This game we’ve been playing for the whole night is honestly making me impatient. I think we got to the point where we realised it’s not just a friendship and that makes things awkward, so we haven’t properly talked yet.

Since we came from the concert I’ve been watching him, thinking about the things we could do, but at the same time kicking myself I know anything else would complicate everything…but there’s something pulling me to him.

And I can’t stop it.

“Do I have to be the one to call him over?” Lily said as if I wasn’t there, making Martha and Suki chuckle.

“Is it that obvious?”I ask them, letting my head fall back.

“Huhum.” Cara smiles as she speaks, placing her hands on m shoulders.”Grow some balls and go for it. I’m pretty sure he won’t mind.” With a playful tap on my ass, she dismissed me.

I take one last sip of my drink and place it down on a table. With a nod and a deep breath, I walk to Joe. He notices and walks to me too. I reach him half-way and say nothing. Neither does he. But that feeling is still here. I want to act on it so much, but we’re in the middle of a crowded room. I know some eyes are on me. And on him. A lot of girls have been looking at him, and it’s been affecting me more than I want to.

“Taylor.” The sound of my name coming from his lips makes everything around us stop. For a second, it’s like it’s just me and him there. I’m breathing heavily, still not able to say anything.

I look around and grab his hand, pulling him through the crowd to the back of the club. In a darkened room, we are, at last, alone. 

“God, yo-” I stop whatever he was about to say and kiss him. Hard enough to release all the impatience and frustration he has been causing me.

He pushes me against the wall, keeping his hands on my waist as my fingers wander around on his hair. His lips are soft and rough at the same time, taking mine captive like it’s a matter of life and death. Our breathing becomes heavy in a matter of seconds and all the worries I had before vanished. 

I let my teeth sink on his bottom lip and we pull apart right after, with our foreheads touching. “Well, it was about time.” I whisper and he smiles. Even in the dark, his blue eyes are bright.

“We should go back inside.” He says. He lets one of his hands go through his hair, while the other remains on my waist. Once he lowers it, he cups my face. “Someone’s gonna notice our absence.” Yet he kisses me once again, a couple more seconds are lost, but his lips taste so good.

I look at him. I really don’t want to go back there.”Do you wanna go somewhere else?” I hear myself say.

He seems surprised by my proposal. “Are you sure?”

I nod. I want him. Badly. And I don’t want to think about the consequences of it right now. 

He responds by holding out his hand for me to take. Before doing so, with a giggle in between, I wipe the traces of lipstick from his lips with my thumb. “We can go now. ” I say and he smiles at me, taking my hand.

We walk outside and I manage to make eye contact with Martha on the way, who smirks, shaking her head. I smile back at her and change my attention to Joe. His grip on my hand is firm. He looks down at me, the corner of his lips raising, his blue eyes assuring.

In one of the cars parked in the driveway, are my bodyguards. When they notice I’m approaching, one of them exits the car and opens the door for me and Joe. We get in the backseat. “Where to Miss Swift?” Brandon, who’s in the driver’s seat asks.

“My place.” He nods to my response and pushes the button that makes the division go up.

I gaze at Joe and he grins. I look out the window, trying to contain the eagerness to jump on his lap. It becomes a hundred times worse when I feel his hand move to my thigh, his fingers under the hem of my skirt. I breathe in, felling the rush of his touch on my skin. 

Dear Lord, make the car go faster.

Up in my room, nobody’s stopping us now. The lights are low as I close the door behind me, leaning on it. I undo my ponytail and throw the hair tie somewhere just like I had done with my boots. I cross my arms as Joe walks to me. His body lean and confident. The blue in his eyes a shade darker.

“If you want us to stop, say it now.” He warns grabbing me by the waist and pulling me closer. His lips are close and sensation of his fingers touching me over the fabric of my top is impossible to ignore, which makes it hard to even think. “What if you regret it?”

I shrug, moving my hands to his neck. “I’d regret it more if I let you walk away tonight.” It’s true. Can’t hold it back any longer. This ‘pretending to be friends’ thing has lasted for too long.

“That’s what I hoped you’d say.” He smirks and tucks my hair behind my ear. “I’ll make it worth it.” Leaning down, he kisses me so urgently, taking me by surprise and pressing against the door. I let a whimper out involuntarily, and I feel him smile. Men and their ego.

He moves his lips to my jawline and I tilt my head slightly, letting out a gasp when I feel his tongue move to the crook of my neck. Amazed by the wonders of his talent, I give in to his touch.

I grab the hem of his shirt, pulling it off. My hands shoot up to his chest, exploring and feeling his skin. I connect our lips once again and slightly push him, making him walk back until we reach the bed. His hands roam to undo the zipper of my skirt, and as it falls to the floor Joe doesn’t wait and takes off my top.

When I’m left in my underwear, Joe breathes in. A reaction that leaves me more comfortable. He smiles and whispers. “You are beautiful. So beautiful.” I can’t help but run a finger down his jawline. I look him in the eyes and as softly as I can, I join our lips, trying to share through touches all the emotions he’s making me experience.

He takes off his dark jeans, holding onto me right after. He presses his body to mine. His hands go around my back, reach the hook of my bra and undo it. Slowly he pulls the straps down my shoulders. Once he takes it completely, he throws it away. 

Then, without a second thought, he grips my thighs and raises me up. I circle his waist with my legs, my bare chest against his. “I want you so much.” He admits and I know it’s true because I can feel the pressure he’s making in between my thighs.

He turns us around and gently lays me down on the bed. The anticipation is killing me, but I don’t have to wait much longer. His lips press against mine. I almost sight into the kiss. Lips and tongue moving with each other. Slow and steady. His grip on my ass and my hands on his back.

For the rest of the night, he held onto me like no one had ever before, making me feel things I didn’t know were possible. Making me feel beautiful and wanted. Kissing every part of my body. Touching me carefully and gently, letting out bodies move along in synch, not worrying about anything but pleasuring each other.

I just hope no one heard the…noise.

We now lay in bed, my head on his chest and our legs tangled up with the sheets. He has one of his arms around my shoulder and the other one under his head. My fingers move up and down his chest, watching as it rises and falls softly.“I can’t believe we just had sex.” A smile beams on his face as he looks down at me and I hide my face on his neck. 

He chuckles at my reaction, changing our position, so he hovers over me.”Wanna do it again? Just to make sure it was real.” He asks and I giggle when he kisses the tip of my nose, my cheeks and then my forehead.

Karamel - Wake Up

The Supergirl writers have made the phrase “wake up” very relevant since the very beginning of Karamel:

2x02 “I know what is like to be a stranger on this planet, so when you wake up, I’ll be there for you, so you never know what it’s like to be alone”.

2x14 “I had a really nice time”. “Yeah? Me too. Um, one note”. “Oh?”. “I would like to wake up next to you”.

2x14 “Do you need anything else?”. “To wake up with me”. “Hey. I’d love to”.

2x22 He woke up next to her. In a dream? A memory?

3x01 “Kara?” “Wake up!” Was this a dream or a real mental connection that saved Kara?

3x02 She woke up without him.

And now episode 3x07, with Mon-El back again in Kara’s life, is called “Wake up”.

I don’t know exactly what’s gonna happen between Kara and Mon-El, but I wonder if the writers knew that it would be such a big deal in season 3 back at the beginning of their relationship in 2x14.

I find it beautiful.

Originally posted by phebobuffay


Rowan and Juliet climbed on the bed and talked a bit about Rowan’s relationship with Neil instead of reading their books as they had initially planned.

Rowan confided in her friend, telling her about how nervous she was to take the next step in her relationship with Neil. To be honest, she didn’t want to take that step yet, and she was afraid Neil would expect her to. Juliet calmed her down, ensuring her that Neil would not expect her to do anything. Especially not against her will. Rowan agreed with her.. She knew he would never make her do anything she didn’t want. Still, she didn’t want to disappoint him..

mariah-vg  asked:

Tfln where Harry is worried the missus might break up with him because he's seen out with a girl coworker

Harry Y/N

I’m sorry Y/N

What for H?

That photo that are circulating with me and Clare

This one?


Why would I be mad about that?

I don’t know, I guess it looks like there’s something going on between us

Is there?

No, you know I wouldn’t do anything like that

Exactly, I trust you H, I know you work with Clare, I don’t expect you to be 5 feet away from her at all times

Clare could do way better than you anyway


So you’re not mad?

No H, you can talk to other girls, as long as you’re not fucking them I don’t really care if there’s photos and articles circulating about you with them, I know the media likes to make something huge out of nothing

The fucking is reserved solely for you, I promise


And in that case, I can’t wait for you to come home, and show me how much you’ve missed me

I’ve missed you so much

Just so much

We’ll be spending days making up for lost time, you won’t be able to walk by the time I’m finished showing you just how much I’ve missed you

I wouldn’t have it any other way x

Thanks for your request, keep sending them through! 

If anyone has any best friend Harry concepts, please send them through too, because the though of best friend Harry makes me weak, in a good (cool) way! 

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Just under 1K today.  Another 5K chunk of prison AU will go up tomorrow, probably; I am estimating another 5-7K before I run out of narrative?  Hopefully not much more than that.

Snippet from prison AU concept 2.

When they finally drew apart, Hera tipped her forehead against Kanan’s, breathing hard.  He touched her cheek, his fingers light, and said softly, “I wish I’d met you somewhere else.  Anywhere else.”

Hera didn’t say anything, just kissed him again.  They’re going to kill him, she thought.  The ISB hadn’t managed to torture him to death, but the Inquisition would do it; the punishment for being a Jedi in the Empire was summary execution.  This time next week – maybe this time tomorrow – he would be dead.

And Hera would still be here, in prison, no matter what Agent Beneke tried to promise.

“Is it true what they say about Jedi?” she blurted out.

“What do you mean?” he murmured, his breath warm against her mouth. “They say a lot of things about Jedi. Most of them aren’t true.”

“Can you make people do things?”

He drew back, hurt. “I didn’t do anything to you –”

“No!” Hera said quickly. She kissed him again to take the sting out and clarified, “I mean – like the guards outside.  Could you – could you get them to let us out?”

anonymous asked:

what if palmer was being bullied how would sunny react?

if she was being bullied by girls or boys of the same age, he would do anything, bc they are kids, but he’d surely teach her how to defend herself.

if there were big bullies, OH BOI

If I Had My Time Again

( @vanitasofficial thank you????)

“What would you do?”

The voice shook Clover from her thoughts. It was Quark. He had been there for a while now, wandering around the room, rambling. Clover hadn’t really noticed.

“Whatcha mean?” She blinked at him.

Quark hugged and adjusted his hat. It was kind of a stupid hat, though Clover would never say that to him. If she really was stuck with these people for the rest of her life, she didn’t exactly want to be on bad terms. But it was still a dumb hat.

“Weren’t you listening?” Quark didn’t give Clover time to do anything other than open her mouth to speak then close it as he pushed on. “If you could start your life over? And you could do anything different, what would you do?” Quark sat down next to Clover.

“What would you do?” Clover said.

Quark just shrugged. “I dunno. Grandpa sometimes says he wishes he could go back and change things and I was wondering.” He played with the cuff of his jacket

Clover would change a lot of things if given the chance.

The first thought in her mind is the one that’s been lingering since she found out she’s been in a cold sleep.


She knows what she’d change; the fact she had no say in whether she was shipped to the moon, leaving her brother to roam the world.

If she was given a chance like Quark said, given a time machine to correct her mistakes; she’d choose never to set foot in a Cradle Pharmaceutical hospital.

That’s where it began. That’s where her life went downhill.

Thrown into that horrid project, left in a strange building with strange children to test a strange theory. Being told that her brother was in danger and it was up to her to save him. That’s where everything went wrong.

Then, nine years later, another one. That wasn’t so bad, at least Light was with her. For part of it. There was the time he was nowhere to be found that made Clover’s heart sink, made her head feel empty like she was floating along. They had found him though and it had been alright, everything went back to normal.

For the most part.

There was the whole thing with Alice and SOIS. Light was always there though, there for her through everything she could imagine. It didn’t matter what she went through because Light was always, without fail, there for her.

Not now though.


Now, Clover was on the goddamn moon with Alice, Junpei and Akane. And strangers. Like the kid next to her. It wasn’t right. Junpei and Akane had been so young when she last saw them a year- no, 45 years since she had seen them. She was still nineteen though. It didn’t make sense. Though, when it came to Akane and Junpei, she found, nothing ever tended to make sense.

Who knows what Light had done. 45 years waiting for Clover to come back. 45 years trying to survive the outbreak. Had he even survived? Clover wanted him to. Even if that caused him pain to stay alive in a world dying around him, Clover wanted it so that when she came back she’d still have him.

She was going back. She had to. For her Mum and for Light. She wanted to hear Light play the harp again, gentle and lovely like there was nothing wrong. She wanted to hear his voice again, hear him laugh, see his hair tickle his face, God, anything so long as she had her brother back.

Maybe he had found someone else. A replacement, someone he had found and stayed with, despite the odds.

Maybe he’d fallen in love.

And Clover wasn’t there to see it.

What if he’d found those people from that second nonary game, Hazuki, Aoi, and… she never had learnt Seven’s name. She might never now. What if they’d banded together, a last ditch attempt at survival? Had they seen each other die? What about Hazuki’s children? Nona and Ennea, were they okay? Clover had become friends with Ennea while they were in that building. Well, they had shared some smiles and they hadn’t argued, which was good enough for Clover.

What if, what if, what if. Maybe, maybe, maybe. All of these thoughts, all the things she could do differently, the life she could’ve had but didn’t. If she had her time again.

“So? What would you do?” Quark’s voice broke her from her thoughts once again. She smiled at the boy, and shifted in her seat.

“Well,” she began. She looked down at her hands, clenched over her near bare legs. “I think I would’ve worn warmer clothes,” she said, trying to blink away the tears in her eyes and swallow the lump in her throat.

Quark smiled softly. He took off his hat. Clover had considered it was glued to him at one point. She watched in curiosity as he popped open a compartment, revealing a hoard of sweets. He handed a strawberry one to her.

“It matches your hair,” he stated as he pressed it into Clover’s palm. “And you don’t have to lie,” he added in a whisper.

Clover didn’t look at him. She twisted the wrapper off. “What?”

“You’re nearly as bad at lying as Grandpa,” Quark said. He put his hat back on. “You’d change a lot of things, wouldn’t you?”

It wasn’t really a question. You could see in his eyes Quark knew the answer. He was just making sure he was undeniably right.

Clover shrugged and shoved the sweet into her mouth. Then she nodded.

“I wouldn’t have blown up at Grandpa.” Quark tucked his legs up as he spoke. “Scared me when he was in hospital, and it was my fault.”

Clover frowned. “You blew up at Tenmyouji? When?” Her voice was only a little difficult to understand with the sweet in her mouth.

“When I was little, I ran away after shouting at him… when I found him he was lying down in the cold and the rain. He’d been looking all night and I couldn’t even hear him. He got a fever from it. Grandpa almost died,” he said.

They both took a breath at the same time.

“But he’s okay now, so everything is alright.” Quark said with an air of finality surrounding it.


Quark nodded.

“I know what I wouldn’t change,” Clover said, a voice so small she was surprised she heard it, much less Quark.


He was sweet. Sweeter than he needed to be for this hellish scenario he was in. On the moon with a group of strangers, Quark didn’t have any reason to be even remotely pleasant. But he was. That’s what Clover liked about him. He listened and he thought about what was said. Perhaps he reminded her of Light. She didn’t really know.

“I wouldn’t change meeting you.”

anonymous asked:

Sooooooo calvin Harris? I don't think he's actually that terrible. I love Taylor to the moon and back and would do anything for her. I'm just uncomfortable w so much hate being thrown at him. He was broken-hearted, cried the night of their breakup, and then had to watch her go around with someone new like 2 weeks later. If that was me my heart would have been torn to pieces. I understand why he got mad, and he apologized. Now he's quiet and makin music. Can't we just be happy for them separate

but if a man talks shit then i owe him nothing


chuck + the importance of blair/his love for blair.

“I’ll always love you.”

Lydia Martin once had a boyfriend, who if she made upset, would abuse her and yell at her. And now Lydia Martin has a boyfriend, who if she makes upset, will give her a hug, buy her cotton candy, a teddy bear, with some really expensive perfume and take all responsibility and blame for their argument. I don’t know about you but knowing Lydia Martin is safe and secure like this helps me sleep at night.

I want you to want me

“Wait, no, let’s take the other corridor.”

“But that will take so much longer!”

“I don’t care. Come on!”

Draco ignored Pansy’s pouting and dragged her along. What were the teachers thinking, hanging up all these mistletoes around the castle? There were so many, it was so hard to avoid them all. Also, it was only November 17th! Couldn’t they at least have waited until December?

Cursing under his breath, Draco turned to the corridor that was still mistletoe-free. Well, at least it had been this morning.

“Oh, come on,” Draco groaned as he suddenly found himself and Pansy standing beneath a gigantic ladder. Filch was on top of it, fumbling with the fateful plant Draco had come to loathe.

Since he was a child, he had been very superstitious. Ignoring the mistletoe wouldn’t do it. It was bad luck. And Pansy knew this very well, judging from her smug expression. She had been taught the same by her parents, but, unlike Draco, she chose to try her luck. At least she usually did.

“Well, go on,” she said, grinning at him. Exhaling loudly, Draco pinched the bridge of his nose.

“This is ridiculous,” he grumbled.

“I’m waiting.” Pansy’s grin only widened when Draco huffed and blew his hair out of his face.

“Alright, alright.” He leaned over to her reluctantly, but panicked, when she suddenly closed her eyes. She couldn’t be serious! Dear Merlin! Hastily, he planted his lips on her left cheek and immediately started walking again. There! Surely that would count!

“Hey! Draco,” he heard Pansy call after him. Nope, he would keep walking! He would keep walking and avoid these bloody mistletoes this time! Getting back to the Slytherin common room couldn’t be that impossible!

“… no, I remember you specifically told me- Ouch!”

“Hey, watch where you’re going!” Rubbing his nose, Draco glowered at the person he had just collided with. The Weasel. With Granger in tow. Magnificent!

You bumped into me,” Weasley said in an accusing tone.

“Whatever, Weasel! Now get out of my-”

“Oh, mistletoe,” Granger interrupted him, pointing at the ceiling.

You’ve got to be kidding me!

Draco looked up, then back at the other two standing in front of him. Oh, damn it!

“Come on, let’s just go,” Granger said, taking Weasley’s hand.

“We can’t,” he whispered. “We have to kiss.” Granger rolled her eyes at him, but Weasley’s face turned serious. “No, we really have to kiss. It’s bad luck if we don’t.”

Huh. Weasley wasn’t as dumb as he looked after all. With an exasperated sigh, Granger pulled him down and kissed him for much longer than was necessary. When Draco cleared his throat, they finally stopped.

“What, you want one, too?” Weasley asked, arching his eyebrows.

“Well, I was standing under the damn thing, too, wasn’t I?”

Understanding hit Weasley’s face and Draco would have loved to take a step forward and slap him. His dumb face was just so infuriating. Before Draco could do anything, however, Granger shoved her boyfriend and he stumbled forward.

“Hey, what are you doing?” Weasley asked, turning his head.

“Well, obviously, you two are the ones with the superstitions. And I already kissed you, so you can go and kiss him.” The way she said it was so nonchalant, it made Draco gape at ther. Okay, so he definitely didn’t want to kiss her. But did she understand how revolting it would be to kiss the Weasel? Well, of course not. She did it willingly. On a regular basis. Yuck!

When Weasley turned back around to Draco, his face was so pale, Draco thought he might faint.

“Ugh, let’s just get this over with,” Draco murmured.

“No, please, Hermione, no, please don’t make me do this!”

“I’m not making you do anything! You were the one who said you have to kiss under the mistletoe.”

“She’s right,” Draco said through gritted teeth. He closed the gap between them and wrinkled his nose. “Just… hold still.” Draco placed both his hands on Weasley’s shoulders and tried to ignore the way his bottom lip was quivering. His lips looked very chapped.This was going to be worse than he had thought!

If he hadn’t already cheated when he had kissed Pansy on the cheek, Draco would have done the same with Weasley. But he couldn’t cheat fate twice in one day! Ugh!

Just a quick peck. Light. Very light. Lips barely touching. Yeah, that wouldn’t be so bad, right? Ugh, if only it weren’t Weasley!

“Merlin, Malfoy, just do it already,” Weasley groaned. Clicking his tongue once, Draco stood up on his toes and gave Weasley the quickest kiss in history of all kisses.

“Ugh! Now excuse me, I need to go wash my mouth,” Draco declared and started hurrying off.

“Ron. Ron? Are you okay? Are you crying? Oh, you’re gagging. Come on, stop it!” Granger’s voice slowly died down behind him as Draco ran down the stairs to the Dungeons. No, wait, he couldn’t walk down that corridor. There were at least three bunches of mistletoe down there. The one on the left had only one. That he knew of. And he’d have to walk through half the castle again. But one was still better than three. Okay then.

As he walked, Draco kept his eyes to the ceiling. He wouldn’t let himself get into another situation like that. Yuck! Weasley! Disgusting! He’d probably never forget it. November 17th, the day he had kissed Ron Weasley. Why? Why??

He wiped his lips with the back of his hand and began running when he spied the bunch of mistletoe he had been dreading. Luckily, no one else was in the corridor. Heaving a sigh of relief, Draco slowed down when he suddenly heard footsteps approaching.

“Potter!” Draco narrowed his eyes. “Wandering the corridors all alone?”

Why couldn’t it have been Potter? Why couldn’t he have bumped into him under the mistletoe? This really wasn’t fair! Draco was doing everything, but still he had the worst luck! This was just infuriating! And honestly, it was kind of Potter’s fault he’d had to endure kissing Weasley. If Potter had been with his stupid friends, it might have gone very differently.

“Why aren’t you with the rest of your little trio? Tired of being the third wheel?”

Potter blinked.

“I am, actually.”


This was no fun when Potter was being honest.

“What about you? You look a bit ill. Are you okay?”

Draco tried very hard not to think about his lips touching Weasley’s. This would probably haunt him for a very long time. Instead, he rolled his eyes.

“How sweet. Nice to know the Saviour cares.”

Potter was about to respond, when his gaze fell to the ground.

“What’s that?”

Draco followed Potter’s gaze and almost choked. Was that mistletoe? Growing, actually growing out of the cobblestone while they were standing there? But mistletoe usually grew on trees!

“You can’t be serious,” Draco muttered. This was insane. But… he was with Potter. This would be the perfect opportunity to steal a kiss without having to reveal his feelings for the stupid git. “Ugh, can this day get any worse?” Draco moaned. Yes, yes, act like this is the worst thing that could have happened right now! He watched as Potter slowly examined the plant.

“Is that…”

“Yeah,” Draco said, trying to sound as displeased as possible.


There was a brief silence, in which they both avoided the other’s eyes.

“Well, since we’re not exactly standing under it… Let’s just ignore it,” Potter babbled. Draco’s heart fell. This was his opportunity! Why was Potter being so difficult?

“We can’t just ignore it. It’s bad luck,” he mumbled. He felt so stupid. Potter was probably seeing right through him. From the corner of his eyes he saw the Gryffindor shuffling his feet, while his eyes were still glued to the ground.

“That’s just some stupid superstition, isn’t it?” Potter said with an arched brow.

“It’s not,” Draco insisted. “People… people have died after ignoring it.” It was utter bollocks. And Potter probably knew it. Draco considered just walking away. Potter was right, they weren’t standing under the mistletoe, so the rules probably didn’t apply here.

“Oh.” Potter paused while Draco suppressed the urge to kick the mistletoe.  “Well, if it’s that serious… we better not risk it.”

Draco’s head snapped up. What? Had Potter just… What?

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