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“Mother has been poisoned !” - Batfam x Reader (batmom)

Ok, Imma translate @laetitia-prst​‘s request (my fellow French person yo), so, basically : 

SUMMARY : Batmom has been poisoned by a new villain who wants to get known by killing the famous Bruce Wayne’s wife/partner. The batfamily is on edge, they gotta save her, because they’d be nothing without her…And then laetitia-prst talks about the ending and important plot points but hey, no fun if I translate that too right ? So here for poisoned bat mom,I feel like maybe it’s going a bit fast ? I didn’t really wanna make more than one part for this story so it’s long, and I’m afraid I might have rushed some things up…I hope you’ll still like it :s :  

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You were with Damian, asking some mango juice at the bar for him (the barman was being a dick, and refused to serve your son because “he was too young”, even though he didn’t want an alcoholic drink, so your quite annoyed self went to get it for him), when things went south. 

-Mother ? Mother are you alright ?! MOM !

You don’t really know what happened. You felt a painful prick on your thigh, where your fancy dress was opening slightly, as if you just got stung by a wasp, and all of a sudden…Everything went blurry. Next thing you know, your youngest son is trying to catch you before you hit the floor, and his arms are holding you with all his strength, as if afraid you’d disappear. 

-Father, father ! Dad ! DAD !! 

You can feel Damian shake, but you can’t see properly the line of his face…his distress is making your heart tighten, and you have to reassure him but when you try to raise a hand to cup his cheek and stroke it gently, nothing happen.

You hear more than you see Bruce falling on his knees next to you. You feel his hands taking you away from Damian, you feel your son resisting a bit, reluctant of letting you go, you feel yourself raising from the floor…But you don’t get it. 

What is happening ? 

Your vision is even more blurry than a few minutes before, and the last thing you hear before drifting into total darkness is Bruce saying : 

-What the Hell happened ? 

Everything goes dark as you fell unconscious. Your husband feels you go limp in his arms, but before he can really react, a man in the assistance, wearing a gaz mask and khakis stands on a table and, with his best evil laugh, says : 

-My names is Mutagen, and you can bet that by the end of this week, I’ll be the most famous criminal in all Gotham. Spread the word, especially to Batman.  

Jason almost catch him on the spot, but the man jumps out the window and disappears…Who the hell was he ? 

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anonymous asked:

Could you talk a little about "teacup" dogs? I know they're unethical and not real breeds, but I'm curious why they're unethical and what some of the problems associated with them are.

Dogs are living things that aren’t supposed to get smaller with every generation. Some of the ethical concerns with breeding them are:

  • High risk to the mother when pregnant being so small. This is both in terms of pregnancy complications, giving birth and developing hypocalcaemia when lactating.
  • Breeding runt dogs together - often closely related individuals, or individuals with other illnesses (eg liver shunts)
  • High risk of hydrocephalus. That bulging look to the skull with the eyes that look slightly apart instead of straight again? That’s hydrocephalus.
  • Seizures and other neurological abnormalities can occur secondary to the hydrocephalus.
  • High risk of hypoglycaemia (low blood sugar). This may be related both to their small size and potential liver issues
  • They often have abnormal joints, Medial Luxating Patella being the most common. And being so small, surgically correcting this dislocating kneecap is extremely difficult.
  • They’re also physically fragile, injuring themselves jumping off couches can fracture their legs, and they’re easy to accidentally severely injure underfoot.
  • Let’s not mention their frequent dental disease
  • Collapsing trachea is common, because the cartilage that holds open the airways is weak and small. Some dogs have a chronic cough, some dogs frequently faint, and this gets worse with age.
  • Liver shunts are a common cause on runty dogs, and unsurprisingly when you consistently breed runts together the condition becomes more common. Some of these dogs are treatable with surgery, some are not, but surgery is expensive and not all dogs are normal even with treatment.

Just don’t fall for this scam. These are living dogs, not objects that you can breed for fashion. Everyone I know who purchased one, who didn’t just pull the pit when managing it got expensive, regretted their purchase. 

Overdue

This was requested ages ago by @irish-rose-24 and I’m so sorry it took so long to get to! It’s very bad and I’m very sorry 😐


73 I’m stuck! Help me!
97 Take off your shirt

Warnings: Cursing? Sarky Jug and Reader. Bad grammar probably



Jughead the absolute genius thought it would be a great idea to investigate down by Sweetwater River at 11pm on a Saturday night, to follow up on a new theory he had on the murder of Jason Blossom. Of course, you didn’t want him going down there that late on his own, so you tagged along.

“Jesus Jug, what are we even looking for? We’re out here at 11pm and it’s dark and you still haven’t told me your theory!” You said as you pulled your coat up further around your neck.

“Jason’s body was found about half a mile south down the river and he must have floated downwards so I’m looking for any clues on the left bank for a mile up, bullet holes in trees and the like.” Jughead explained, scanning a tree with his flashlight.

Betty and Jughead had been working on the Jason Blossom case for the Blue and Gold for about a month when you had joined into a conversation at lunch about it and from that moment had and been recruited to the paper and joined them in their sleuthing.

You and Jughead had been friends for quite a few years and for the majority of those years, you had been totally, hopelessly, completely in love with him. So when he had text to say he was headed to the forest at 10pm in the pitch dark; of course you were coming.

“Hey Poirot, what do you think this is?” You call to Jughead as you find an odd patch of ground. Inspecting it closer, you get on your hands and knees and poking it a bit. The leaves looked a weird texture so you leaned in closer and next thing you knew the ground beneath your hands and knees had slipped from under you and you were falling. Hitting the bottom of the hole you had fallen into with a thud, pain radiated through your body.

“Jug! C’mere!” No answer.

“Jughead!” Nothing.

“Forsythe Pendleton Jones III!” Using his full name always got his attention.

“Y/N? Where are you?” You heard him coming closer.

“I’m stuck! Help me! There’s a hole in the ground so watch where you’re going!” You said as the light from the flashlight and Jughead’s face came into view above you.

“Well what are you doing down there Y/N/N?” Jug smirked down at you.

“Oh just chilling, wanna come down?” You snarked “It’s one of Doiley’s fucking traps for hunting with the scouts. It’s not deep, but I can’t climb out.”

Jughead’s arm reaches into the pit to pull you out as you step on your tiptoes to catch his hand.

“It’s no good, I can’t reach you. Is there anything down there to step on to boost you up?” Jughead looks at you worriedly.

“Oh yeah! Look! There’s a stepladder, let me just get it!” You snap at him. Your feet are soaked from the rainwater at the bottom of the hole and there are spiders everywhere.

“Okay smartass. Calm down, we’ll get you out. We’ll figure something out, let’s face it, this isn’t the most difficult situation you and I have found ourselves it.” He laughs down at you.

Jug was looking around fro something to reach you with.

“Juggie! I have an idea. Take off your shirt.” Not realising how crazy you sounded you smiled up, pleased with your seemingly genius plan.

Jughead’s eyes popped out of his head as he stared down at you with his mouth hanging open.

“Excuse me?” He sounded completely incredulous and you hadn’t noticed the slight blush creeping up his cheeks.

“Not like Your flannel! The one around your waist! Take it off and lower it down and I’ll climb up.” His face softed slightly at this as he saw what you were getting at.

He unwrapped his flannel from around his waist and throws one sleeve down to you and you grab on. He pulled and you climed up the flannel and as you reached over the top over the hole you both fell back onto the soft leaves behind you.
You both lay there panting for a minute when Jughead started to laugh.

“Only us Y/N. This stuff could only happen to us. It’s always an adventure isn’t it?” He looked over and you and saw you smiling at the treetops and in that moment he thought you were the most beautiful girl in the world, mud and leaves in your hair and all. But, obviously, you couldn’t read minds. He wished he had the guts to say something.

“Of course it is Jug. It’s Jughead and Y/N, famous for their adventures and countless stories.” You laughed.

Silence fell over the two of you for a few minutes as you continued to lay there, (which, in reflection, was probably extremely dangerous, but when you were with each other you felt as safe as could be.)
Jughead stood up and peeked down into the hole.

“You fell deep Y/N. Did you hurt anything?” He turned his flashlight to you as you hid your face in your hands.

“Just my pride. Don’t worry, I’m okay.” You replied, smiling at his concerned face.
Jughead was kneeling down beside you checking your face for injuries.

“Good, dunno what I’d do without my Miss Marple.” He said with his hand still on your cheek.

You had had enough. This proximity was killing you. The overwhemling urge to kiss him set in and this time, you knew you had to take action.

“Jug-“

“Yeah?”

“Jug, since I’ve known you I’ve liked you and in the more recent years I’ve fallen in love with you and I totally understand if you don’t feel the same way and I really hope that by saying this I haven’t ruined our friendship but I just had to say something otherwise –“ Your rambling was prompty cut off by a pair of lips crashing into yours. You were frozen and couldn’t respond for a second but once your brain realised what was actually happening you kissed back. This kiss wasn’t long, but it was a kiss full of all the words that needed to be spoken and all the bottled up feelings.

Pulling away, you saw Jug smirking at you.

“That felt long overdue.” You laughed and replied

“Yeah. About 4 years overdue.”

“Y/N everything you said, I feel the same. I was just afraid to say anything because, well – if you didn’t feel the same and I’d be lost without you and I love you too.” Smiling, you kissed him again. This kiss was different, with you holding his face and him pulling you in by the hips, both wanting to feel as close as possible to the other.

“C’mon we better go. Pop’s?” Jug suggested.

You both started walking back towards the road when you felt a hand snake it’s way into yours. You smiled up at Jug and found he was already looking down at you.

“You know, this is gonna make a great story someday. ‘Hey Y/N and Jughead, tell us the story of your first kiss.’ Oh well, first I was doing some sleuthing and this idiot fell into a hole, then she asked me to strip off all my clothes, then she got all soppy and started rambling so I kissed her and told her I loved her.” Jughead explained as you hit his arm.

“Always have to be such a drama queen, don’t you Jones?” You sassed.

“May be a drama queen, but I’m your drama queen.” He said sliding his arm around your shoulders and kissing the top of you head.

“Cheeseball.” You giggled.

Looking on, you would have seen a young couple, making their way to their favourite spot, joking around, very much in love. It would have looked like an ideal moment.

It was. The first of many, many more to come.

Empathy

Originally posted by godshipsit

Pairing: Winchesters x sister!Reader
Word count: 1,737
Request: Anonymous. Can you do I Winchester Sister!Reader where she’s, like, 13/14 and she becomes and Empath and has to deal with her brothers pain on top of her own. (Maybe set when Dean gets back from Purgatory?) Please & Thank You Xxx


Ever since you were little, you were always a bit more attuned to your brothers feelings. It was normal to you, so you never thought you were any different. You were the most caring and sensitive out of the Winchesters, and part of John loved that about you- that you still held onto that despite their life. However, he feared it would get you into trouble one day.


Sitting with your back to the headboard, you read the book on your tablet in your lap, in your own little world. Knowing there was no way to lug around as many books as you could go through, Sam saved up and surprised you with it for your birthday two months before. You’d hugged him tighter than he thought possible for your young body, making him chuckle.

It was just you and Sam now, as Dean was off in purgatory. You missed your older brother, but there wasn’t anything you could do. At least not as a 14 year old girl who was more into books and fantasy than actually hunting.

Sam had been extra quiet lately, and you’d stopped in a town on your way to the cabin. He had kissed your forehead and said he wanted some fresh air. You didn’t mind. Getting alone time was nice. It left you feeling a bit more recharged, and gave you a chance to read.

You knew that Sam was avoiding talking about her- Amelia. She had been really nice, and you’d liked her. It was refreshing to be able to talk to a woman about things, as opposed to awkwardly talking to Sam about it. One night he shook you awake and the two of you left, and you could feel the pit in your stomach.

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😊Tuesday Selfie (Ethan x Reader)

Summary: Hi babes! Can you write an imagine where Ethan flies out the reader to meet for the first time after months of talking back and forth? Btw they started talking when Ethan followed the readers Dolan Twin fan account. (This is kind of like the back story, you can totally end it however you’d like 🙃)

Warnings: None

A/N: Hey you guys I work today so I’m posting this to give you guys something to read! I’m about halfway done with part 7 and I hope to post that soonish! I plan to work on it at work too. Yeah I know the follow picture is old, just bare with me. This was requested by the lovely @goldcoaster-xo​ so I hope you guys enjoy!

Originally posted by thedolangifs


@Ethandolan: Can’t wait to meet this cutie face to face @your_username

I smiled at my phone as I boarded my plane. I was finally going to meet Ethan after we had been messaging back and forth for almost a month now. I was beyond excited and I could barely wait. I got in the plane and in a few hours I would be seeing Ethan face to face. Ethan and I first started talking after I was tweeting about #Tuesdayselfie. He followed me after a few retweets. He DMed me a few days later with “Hey :)”, I missed the DM since I was at work and messaged a few hours later. That was the beginning of sleepless nights and a long list of subtweets between us. You could say we even started a secret relationship. I mean not exactly boyfriend/girlfriend, but we were together.

Originally posted by annnightwalker

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I get off the plane and I see Ethan holding up a sign with my name on it. I rush over to him immediately and give him a hug, which he hugs back. “You smell good.” He said before turning a bright red. I busted out laughing as he awkwardly chuckled. “Come on. Let’s drop your stuff off with Grayson.” He ushered me out of the airport and into an Uber. I nodded as he sat next to me. We talked about random things such as youtube, school, working as a youtuber versus working at a steakhouse. I rested my head on his shoulder as we drove around LA.

Originally posted by moan-s

“So do you get free steak?” He asked me giggling.

“I get a discount on my order. 10 percent, but I don’t get it for free. Which sucks.” I laughed as Ethan scoffed.

“That’s so rude. You sweat and work so hard and you get 10 percent off? That’s messed up.” He protests. Just then the Uber stopped. Ethan helped me grab my bags as we walked inside his apartment. I can’t believe I’m in the Dolan twins apartment right now. I can’t believe I would be in Los Angeles for one week hanging out with the Dolan twins. This was too good to be true. Ethan unlocked the door as we walked inside. Grayson was eating some chips while playing on his phone.

“Hey guys!” Grayson exclaims as he stands to his feet walking towards us. He gives Ethan a hug then looks to me. “You must be Y/N. Yeah Ethan hasn’t shut up about you since he saw your selfie.” Ethan then smacked Grayson in his stomach causing him to cough.

“Y/N do you want to see the warehouse?” Ethan asked me. I decided, to avoid the awkwardness, to not mention anything about the comment about my selfie.

“Yeah that sounds great. Where do you want me to put my stuff?” I asked holding my pink duffle bag up referencing to it. Ethan looked at Grayson and motioned his head towards my bags as if telling him to take them.

“Just set them down. Grayson will take care of it since he’s a great brother.” Ethan smiled which caused me to laugh.

“You’re full of it Ethan.” Grayson grumbled as Ethan took my hand in his and led me out of the apartment. We were both giggling as we made it outside the apartment building, still hand in hand.

Originally posted by imaulusoyist

“Ethan you’re holding my hand still.” I smiled.

“Do you want me to stop?” He asked as he tried to let go.

“No. I was just letting you know in case you didn’t know.” I said stumbling over my words.

“No I knew. There’s no other hand I would rather hold.” He smiled at me which made me start to blush. 

“So do we have to take an Uber to the warehouse or what?” I asked as I looked around in attempts to change the subject. I didn’t see any cars, but Ethan just chuckled.

“No the warehouse is in walking distance. Come on.” Ethan said leading the way. I followed behind as he stood tall in front of me. We would crack little jokes here and there, but that was about it. The entire ordeal was a little awkward, but wasn’t too awkward? I don’t know. Neither one of us had anything to say, but it was okay. Like it didn’t feel awkward. It was comfortable. Finally we get to a white giant building. “Here it…” Ethan trails off as he pats his jacket down. “Ugh I left the key at the apartment.” He groans.

“Ethan it’s fine we can–” He cuts me off.

“No no Y/N you’re going to have to climb. Gray and I leave that window unlocked so we can get inside in case something like this happens.” Our eyes trail up and I see the window about 15 feet above me.

“Are you crazy? What if I die?” I asked concerned, but he just laughed it off. “Why can’t you climb it?” I retorted back at him.

“Because I don’t want to die. Duh!” He exclaimed as we started laughing. “I’m kidding Y/N. I have the key right here. I just wanted to look at your butt.” I groaned but quickly followed it with a laugh.

“Ethan Dolan I swear.” I chuckled as he unlocked the warehouse door.

“I’m kidding. I wasn’t going to make you climb up in wedges.” He laughed as we walked inside the warehouse. I saw that there was a box of pizza and two vitamin waters sitting on a table with a candle lit. I looked to Ethan as I started laughing. “Yeah so I may have had Cam and Gray some and set the place up or something. I don’t know.” I was laughing at how cute Ethan was.

“This is super sweet Ethan. Plus that plane ride made me hungry. So we should eat.” He chuckled as he pulled a seat out for me. We laughed and talked all about life back in Jersey and what my life at home consisted of. We would tell each other horrible jokes, smooth pick up lines, and we even played in the foam pit. “Ethan I’m scared!” I shouted at Ethan who was in the foam pit. I was currently standing on the platform above the foam pit.

“Just do it babe!” He shouted not stumbling on his words. I tried not to let his words distract me. “I’ll catch you if you fall okay?”

“You’d better!” I screamed as I held on to the zipline and pushed myself off the platform. I could feel my fingers start to slip as I fell into the foam blocks.

“Y/N!” Ethan hollered as he shoved his way towards me. He threw some blocks out of the pit as he pulled me into him. “Oh my gosh Y/N are you okay?” Ethan asked as I nodded showing him I was okay.

“Yes Ethan I’m fine! Let’s do that again! That was so much fun!” I cheered excitedly like a little kid. Ethan started laughing as he tackled me into the blocks.

Originally posted by graysonthealpha

“Ethan!” I shrieked, but quickly followed with giggles as he was playfully wrestling with me. He then started tickling me. I was under all of the foam blocks just laughing with him. I couldn’t stop laughing. “Ethan.” I said out of breath as I popped my head up from the blocks. He lifted me up from my back to where my legs wrapped around his waist. I looked up from the blocks and my eyes were met with his dark hazel eyes. He raised an eyebrow with a smirk.

“I maybe asking a dumb question, but should we kiss?” He asked laughing nervously. His hand went through his hair.

“Maybe be a little more smooth?” I asked smiling as the butterflies inside my stomach we’re fluttering like crazy. He thinks for a second.

“Hmm your lips look a little cold. Let me warm them up for you.” We both started laughing as he placed his lips gently on mine as I could feel us both start to smile. I could even taste a hint of pineapple behind his kiss.

Originally posted by sensualkisses

He pulled away with a smile on his lips. “Are they still cold? I can keep warming them up if I need to.” He smiled which made me start laughing.

“They’ll be cold all week Ethan.” I said kissing his cheek. “Now help me with the zipline.” I climbed off of him as I attempted to climb out of the pit. I could hear him laughing as he grabbed my waist and hoisted me up. Pushing on my butt of course. I turned to see a smirk on his face.

“Your butt looked a little lonely. I felt it needed to be touched.” He chuckled as he hoisted himself out of the foam pit. I was excited to see what the rest of the week had in stored for us.

Tony’s Shirt - Tony Stark x Plus Sized Reader - Fluff

Request: 

@thekrazykeke said: 

a Tony fic with a plus sized reader.

A/n: Let me just quickly say, i loved this prompt because I am a plus sized woman. And reading fanfiction (smut or fluff) always leaves me thinking, “Wow, i automatically imagined myself thin.” And that can sometimes leave me with insecurities. Especially if it’s a story about wearing a celeb’s clothing, cause i’m like “Well, that wouldn’t happen for me…” And that’s so silly! Is it a fact that i wouldn’t be able to fit into, let’s say, RDJ’s t-shirt? Probably, but that shouldn’t leave me feeling insecure, because there are a million other ways to be sexy and beautiful and confident! So, I want to take this moment to say something to the young men and women who are plus sized and might be feeling insecure:

You are every bit as beautiful and sexy as people like Chris Hemsworth and Scarlett Johansson. Don’t ever think that you can’t be sexy because of your size. That’s a damn lie. And the only reason you should be losing weight is for one of the following reasons: your health is at risk or YOU want to slim down. Don’t ever try to fit into society’s beauty standards, because even celebrities don’t fit those standards. They have photoshop and makeup artists working on them 24/7 in all their movies and photo shoots. You are beautiful and sexy and wonderful, and don’t ever let anyone try to tell you otherwise.

Ok, now that that’s done. Please enjoy the story :)

Originally posted by duckbuttt

               Tony walked into the Avengers compound and dropped his keys on the table beside the door. He heard soft music playing somewhere in the house. It was obviously your music because it wasn’t his rock play list, or Banner’s opera, or Rogers’ jazz.

               “Any one home!” he shouted. No one answered.  He decided to follow the music and see if he could find you. He followed the song all the way to the kitchen. As he got closer, he recognized the song as one of your favorite “sexy times” songs.

You know our love would be tragic (oh, yeah)

So you don’t pay it, don’t pay it no mind, mind, mind

We live with no lies

Hey, hey

You’re my favorite kind of night

               “Y/n!” He called again, but you didn’t answer.

               As he got closer to the kitchen, he smelled something burning. It almost smelled like a mixture of burned beans and over boiled pasta. What on earth compelled you to create a dinner using those ingredients, Tony didn’t know. When he finally reached the kitchen, he was slightly shocked to see that you weren’t there. He’d fully expected to walk in and see you swaying your hips to The Weeknd while you attempted to salvage whatever concoction you’d created.

               “F.R.I.D.A.Y, scan the compound. Who’s here?” Tony demanded.

               “I’m only detecting two heat signatures, sir. Yours, and Ms. Y/l/n.” The AI’s voice replied.

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Out of the Frying Pan (25/?)

“You want me to climb out a window or something?” Killian asked, blue eyes flashing up at her. “Because I don’t know if I’m that coordinated.”

“You don’t have to climb out of anything. Although you should probably consider putting pants on before we go outside.”

“I can do that,” he said softly, the emotion obvious in his voice as it settled into the pit of her stomach.

He pulled his arm away, only after brushing his lips across hers and Henry pounded the door again. “Mom! I’m starving. Can we make pancakes? Or you could make french toast if you really want. Can we just eat? Soon?”

AN: Guys. Guuuuys. Emotions. EMOTIONS. Lots of them. And a hint of angst. And then more emotions. Thank you so much for your continued response to this story. It constantly blows my mind. As does that aesthetic because @distant-rose is the best. 

Living it up on Ao3 and tag’ed up from the start on Tumblr

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A threatening kiss

You and Harry are arguing after pictures of him making out with a girl are published online. He claims he’s innocent, but fed up and hurt you make him sleep at a hotel for the night. 

Warning: Hints on mature content

This is a One Shot I have had saved in my drafts for a very long time now and since I haven’t posted in a while, I tried to go over it one more time and then publish it. Please pardon any mistakes, I finished it in one sitting. Thank you for reading and I hope you like it!

Gif is not mine, as I have never gotten this close to the beautiful human that is Harry Styles. 

His hair was a mess after having his ringed fingers furiously pulling on the newly short locks. Harry’s eyes were desperate and reflected his distraught emotions. After having argued for over two hours now, he felt like all hope I might believe his words was lost. He didn’t find it in him to blame me though, there was enough evidence to be held against him. I didn’t look much better myself as I had adapted Harry’s habit of stressed hair pulling. Additional to that came the redness on my cheeks and the stickiness the tears had left on them. My mind and heart raced as I stared at the man standing in front of me. He looked so strange to me now. 

I’d always expected something like this to happen, he was the famous Harry Styles after all. People loved him, wanted to be like or with him and as his girlfriend, I was aware that at some point, I’d be pulled into the mess as well. Some day, someone would try to jeopardize our relationship. However, I had always thought that should it happen, it wouldn’t be real. Maybe a PR stunt his management forced onto him without him knowing or something.
I had never believed that he would come home and tell me that the pictures of him pressed against and kissing a girl, who clearly wasn’t me, were real. The pink lips I was so familiar with had just been tasted by someone else and that was something I could not accept.

“Why can’t you just listen to me?” Harry cried, his voice breaking after being raised for too long.

“Because this is exactly what everyone warned me about when I first started going out with you!”

Sitting down on the couch I buried my face in my hands as I allowed more tears to fall. My entire body jerked as sobs wrecked through me and I shook my head in disbelief.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Harry asked, disappointment evident in his voice.

“It’s what you always do, right? You’re going out with one girl and once you’re sick of her you pick the next in line. I always figured that was a PR thing and that it wouldn’t happen once you were in a serious relationship, but I guess I was wrong.”

“Seriously, Y/N? You can’t just hold what I did before I was with you against me now, that would make you no better than all those damn magazines talking bullshit about me. And besides, that’s not what happened at all! This girl just came on to me!

"Yeah? Well maybe none of this would’ve happened if you’d told your precious fans about us! Maybe you wouldn’t have to fight girls off if they knew that you’re already with someone!”

I knew I was being unfair as we had actually gotten to an agreement on that topic already, but I continued anyway. “But you like that don’t you? That’s why you’re keeping me as your dirty, little secret at home! You love how every girl would throw herself at your feet and kiss them should you ask!”

He shook his head. Harry’s breathing was hectic and he looked as exhausted as I felt. His usually intimidating appearance was shadowed by the glossiness of his green eyes and the hollowness of his cheeks. I felt sick. I knew what my words did to him, but to finally have voiced my darkest fears felt like a weigh being lifted off my chest.

“Look, Harry, I think we’ve argued enough for tonight. I’m done.”

He stared at me silently before nodding. “Alright. We should just talk about it tomorrow.”

“No,” I breathed, repetitively clenching and unclenching my fists. “I’m done with this mess. I want- I need a break.”

Harry’s eyes followed my movements as I got up and brushed past him on my way to the kitchen. When my shoulder brushed against his arm I felt as if the contact burned my skin. The meal I had prepared before the yelling had begun was now a mess and littered all over. The pieces of his plate lay still shattered on the floor while my food rested untouched and I quickly decided that I would only clean the worst of it tonight and leave the rest for tomorrow.

“What are you saying? You- You’re breaking up with me?” Harry’s voice sounded small from behind me and my heart broke at the noise.

It was the complete opposite from how he had spoken to me only minutes ago, all quiet and uncertain. I sighed and leaned against the sink.
I knew Harry loved me and god knows I loved him more than anything else, but I couldn’t deny the pain I felt when I first saw the pictures. The disappointment cursing through my veins when he confirmed that they were real. The taste of vomit made its way up my throat by the mere thought of his lips pressed to hers. His hands touched the skin of her waist, the tight crop-top exposing more than I ever wore out of the house, as her own hands fisted in his hair. And no matter how much he swore his faithfulness and devotion to me, he didn’t feel like mine anymore.

“I’ll stay at a hotel for the night.”

Within three strides he reached me and turned me to face him with gentle touches to my cheeks. His green eyes stared intensely into mine, making my knees go weak. I pressed back hard against the cold stone, uncomfortable by his sudden closeness.

“You want away from me that desperately?”

I carefully pried his hands from my face. “Yes. I’m sorry, Harry, but I want some time away from you.”

Tears shot to his eyes, drowning their green in pain. A sob left his mouth and I had to look away. Watching Harry cry hurt more than anything else had tonight. It felt wrong, seeing a person who was usually so confident and had happiness shining from his eyes looking at me with such utter sadness.

“Y/N,” Harry whispered, “Please. I- I know I fucked up badly. But I swear to you I didn’t cheat. I never would. Do you really believe I would ruin us for someone else?” he shook his head forcefully. “You’re the most important person in my life. Please, I beg of you-”

He moved to touch me again but I quickly raised both hands and pushed him away hard, a gesture that wouldn’t have done much given his height and strength, but it was Harry, and Harry reacted to my discomfort. He pulled away instantly and took a few strides back.

“Y/N,” he murmured, defeated. “will you not hear me out? Please.”

“I have and I can’t any longer, Harry,” I exhaled desperately. My hands rubbed the skin beneath my eyes to wipe away any wetness left on the skin. “Even looking at you doesn’t feel the same anymore. You kissed her! I can’t even say it without feeling like I’ll have to vomit! This is too much for me, can’t you see that?”

Harry looked as if I had hit him right across his face. His cheeks were red and his mouth open in shock. He tried to reach me again but seemed to change his mind and he let his hands drop to his sides.

“From the day we met, I have done nothing but love you! I’ve put you first, I sacrificed so much and this is what I get? How is that fair? Tell me ‘cause I’m stumped!”

“Listen to me,” he spoke in an urgent tone. His pleading came unexpected as I had gotten used to him screaming at me with nothing but anger in his voice.

“I’ll leave. Okay? I promise not to come back until you ask me to. I’ll give you time,” his voice cracked and he coughed, “away from me. But please, stay here. I need to know you’re safe.”

His eyes searched my face and widened when I nodded. Sleeping at a hotel somewhere in London wasn’t something I was exactly eager to do and since the entire argument was all his fault in my eyes, it may as well be him who suffers the consequences. Though the whole situation did cause me suffering as well.

“Fine,” I agreed quietly.

“I’ll get a few things and then I’ll be gone.”

He looked like he had hoped I’d say something along the line of a request to make him stay, but I only nodded again and watched as he slowly left the kitchen. I didn’t move, even when I heard him rummaging in our drawers and the zipper of a bag being pulled. The pit of my stomach felt like a vacuum, an empty space that pushed all my organs out its way to fill my body with uneasiness. Soon Harry was standing in the doorway of the kitchen, fully dressed and with his bag over his shoulder.

“I’ll… ehm… I’ll go now. You’ll be alright?”

“I think so,” I croaked.

We stared at each other for a minute. His lips partnered as he bit back so much he had to say, before deciding against it.

“Can I ask one thing from you before I go?”

I hesitated but nodded. Harry sighed and clenched and unclenched his hands.

“Kiss me? I don’t want to leave without one more kiss from you.”

The desperation in his voice caught my attention and kept me from shouting at him for even asking. I understood that he didn’t ask out of lust for me or so that he could prove a point. His eyes pleaded me to let him have one reminder as he feared I would decide to end our relationship while he was absent.

“Just one,” I murmured and forced myself not to step back as he approached me.

Harry carefully touched my cheek and whimpered upon feeling how sore my skin was. I reached my own arms up as he gently nudged my nose with his before leaning in further until his warm mouth met mine. I whined in surprise as he didn’t go slow like he usually did, but pushed his tongue against my lips in order to get me to open them the second they pressed against his. Harry cradled my face in both hands to keep me from moving away as he guided the kiss. Just as I felt myself loosing to him he pulled away.
His eyes stared at me as if he tried to speak through them, but before I could say anything he turned and exited the room.
I jumped when I heard the door slam shut forcefully. My heart ached at the faint sound of his car pulling up on the street as he drove away, leaving me alone in our big and empty home. It took less than ten minutes of him gone before the events of the night came crushing down on me, causing hysterical cries to leave my mouth as I crouched down on the floor. I didn’t bother quieting my sobs and allowed myself to be absorbed in my hurt. At first it surprised me that none of our neighbors came to check up on me, but it soon occurred to me that they had most likely heard Harry and I argue and seen him drive away. A sudden fear crept through me and I jumped to my feet. As it was very late it had got dark outside a long time ago. I knew how crazy the Londoner streets around our house got by this hour and I instantly reached for my phone. How could I have made him drive? My heart ached at the thought of something happening to him; I wouldn’t be able to bare it. Before my fingers could dial the familiar phone number, I stopped. I was acting foolish and simply tried to invent a reason for me to call him back. His presence was already missed dearly.
I made my way up to our bathroom, undressed and stepped into the shower. Hot water touching my skin always washed away any tension, today however, it did little to calm me. At least it killed time. Once dressed I grabbed a blanked and curled up on the couch, but it felt much too big without a second body there. I uncomfortably stretched my limps and after flipping through various channels I switched the TV off. I rested one of my hands against my forehead and momentarily closed my eyes.

Think Y/N. Think. What are the facts?

Harry had kissed a girl that wasn’t me. He had betrayed me in the most hurtful way and had gone against the one promise he’d made me he swore was as sacred to him as it was to me. He cheated. Another cry left my lips and I cursed my eyes for letting more tears fall as an image of him having sex with her shot through my head. My stomach turned. My Harry laying bare on a bed for someone who wasn’t me? I had always hated to as much as imagine him with women before we started dating, but to think of him sleeping with someone else while he had me was something entirely else. Unimaginable almost.

I decided he couldn’t have. Though I had believed him kissing someone else was impossible, too, sex was an entirely different department and I knew he would never cross that line. After all, he did tell me about it. He came home and immediately owned up to everything.
It had hurt just as much as I imagined hearing it through the media would have, but his honesty still meant a lot to me.

His reaction could have been a better one, though. The second I had began questioning him for details about how exactly the girl had gotten to be in a position this close to him, he raised his voice. I understood his anger at my doubts in him, but how could he possibly blame me? There were pictures for god’s sake! And they didn’t exactly show him particularly disgusted to be making out with a fan.
But what if his loud reaction had been his desperation shining through as he tried to show me how scared he was of losing us?

“Oh, Harry,” I whispered. “What are you doing to me.”

Maybe what I had said earlier was true. This happened because no one knew he had a girlfriend. Girls wouldn’t push themselves at him anymore once they knew, right? Okay, some might, but I knew there were fans who respected the girlfriends. And maybe what he had said was true, too. That he had always been faithful to me and didn’t deserve to be doubted by me. If only I could have collected my emotions and let him explain himself better.
I loved him so much. Too much maybe.
One glance to the clock told me that Harry had now been gone for over three hours already. The ache in my chest increased and I missed my boyfriend’s presence more and more by the second. I unlocked my phone and opened his chat where my fingers quickly flew over the keys.

Come home?

His answer came so quickly it made me smile in relief and picture him sitting beside his phone all night, awaiting a message from me.

You sure?

My phone buzzed again before I could reply.

Never mind. Don’t tell me. I’m on my way.

And again.

I’ll be there in 30. I love you. xx

Warmth spread through my body and I smiled. I patted the pillow I rested my head on and sighed happily, knowing that he’d be back soon. For the first time this evening, I felt at ease.

….

“Y/N?”

I felt a hand on my shoulder and then one pressed against my hips. My head felt dizzy and my eyes too heavy to fully open as I was lifted up and scooped into Harry’s arms.

“Why were you sleeping down here, baby? Did you forget our incredibly comfortable bed upstairs?” Harry softly chuckled.

“Mhmm,” I hummed, nuzzling his neck, finding comfort in his warmth. My heart swelled and I felt like I could finally breathe again as my chest pressed against his when he pulled me against himself tightly.

“I can’t believe you fought me to leave you the bed and sleep somewhere else, only for you to take the couch. Makes no sense, love, does it?”

Harry smiled when the only answer he received from me was a whine. He carried me upstairs and gently placed me on our soft mattress. Careful fingers unzipped the thin material I wore over my shirt before he slid off my sweats, leaving me in just the shirt and a pair of knickers. All of a sudden his presence was gone again.

“Harry?” I called out for him as I propped myself up on my elbows.

“I’m gonna sleep in the guest room, my angel” his quiet voice hummed from somewhere in the room.

“Why?” I couldn’t hide the disappointment in my voice. I had expected us to be fine now and him to cuddle with me. My mind was too tired to think about any more reasons to argue with him. I longed for this to become one of the quiet and comfortable nights we always had.

“You said you needed space, my love. Wanted away from me, remember?”

I could particularly hear his pout in his voice before a chuckle rumbled through the room when I vigorously shook my head. My shoulders relaxed as I noticed how calm he seemed.

“I changed my mind,” I whined and sat up, reaching both arms out into the direction I believed him standing since the darkness prevented me from actually seeing him. “Come here. Need you to make me warm again.”

Harry didn’t make any noise. I hated not seeing him and sighed as my eyes finally adjusted to the darkness. He stood near the door, an expression of hesitation on his face. There was a small smile playing on his lips, however, and I could see the relief in his eyes upon my request of him staying with me.
He didn’t move fast, as if he was expecting me to change my ming any second, but my breath hitched when I felt the bed dip under the weight of another body. Harry crawled onto his side of the bed, pulling the covers higher over the both of us. He sprawled out beside me and his eyes locked with mine.

“Hi,” he murmured quietly.

I reached out my hand and he entwined our fingers. I smiled when he leaned forward and pressed his lips to my knuckles. A giggle escaped his lips when I pulled at his hand, motioning him to move closer to me. Following my silent request he pushed himself up and laid his body down closer to mine, close enough for me to feel the warmth radiating off of him.

“Hey,” I breathed.

We stared at each other. His green eyes were clear and lightly swollen, telling me that he had cried at least as much as I did.

“I’m so sorry,” he promised in a low whisper.

I shook my head to silence him.

“Harry,” I breathed, brushing his hair from his forehead. “You know you mean the world to me. I want nothing less than to lose you, you must know that.”

“I don’t want to lose you either, Y/N,” Harry spoke and leaned forward to bury his nose against my shoulder and in my hair.

“You’ve proven me often enough that I can trust you,” I continued and reached up one hand so that I could caress his neck.
“Tell me your side of the story,” I suggested, “I’ll listen properly this time and will believe you, whatever it is you tell me.”

“Okay,” Harry agreed and tugged on my hand, followed by giving it a gentle squeeze.

“I was at Sainsbury’s to get your tea like you asked me to, when all of a sudden this girl showed up and she just grabbed my face and began kissing me. She fisted my hair and shirt so I couldn’t get her off of me without hurting her, which I obviously didn’t want to do either. I really had to push her several times before she lessened her grip, but of course that wasn’t until some damn photographer’s took pictures of it. I’m so sorry,” he choked on the last word, “Y/N I never meant for you to get hurt like this. I know what it looks like. But I swear to you, the kiss wasn’t mutual. I didn’t kiss back and I haven’t seen the girl since, nor would I ever want to! I’m so sorry. Please believe me.”

A sob left his lips and I shuddered as wet tears dripped onto my neck.

“Sh, Harry, it’s okay,” I tried to reassure him.

“No it’s not, I mean look at you. You’re hurt and you’ve been crying. And I yelled at you when you aren’t the one who made the mistake. I’m such an asshole. ”

“That’s not true, Harry. You’re nothing like an asshole. At all.”

Harry sniffled and pulled back so he could look at me. The back of my hands moved up to brush over his temples before taking hold of his face.

“I love you so much,” I told him. “You didn’t to anything wrong. I should have believed you in the first place instead of doubting you. You’ve always been faithful to me, a picture shouldn’t have been able to ruin all that.”

I gently stroke over his eyelid with the tip of my finger. The skin felt sore and I sighed sadly.
“I’m sorry I caused you so much pain.”

His hands held my waist and pulled me against him. Harry shuffled further down and pressed his head against my shoulder. I rested my chin on his head and kissed his hair. I felt him breath heavily as if he wanted to say something and couldn’t find the words. Finally all he said was:

“I love you.”

“Love you, too, Harry” I whispered.

Silence settled upon us and I felt like there was nothing more we could say, but we didn’t fall asleep full. Harry didn’t move until the very early morning. It was only then that he allowed me to move my arms from around his shoulders to around his waist as he crawled up to lay closer by the headboard.

“M'gonna tell the world about us tomorrow,” he murmured, “Want everyone to know that m'taken.”

I sighed and nodded. “Please do.”

We stayed cuddled like that for several more hours before he rolled over me. His mouth found mine in a slow kiss and his hands reached down to pull at the hem of my knickers. We didn’t bother taking off my shirt or completely pushing down his boxers, only freeing what was needed.
I kissed him tenderly and blindly reached behind him to pull the covers over both of our heads.

Thank you so much for reading! Feedback is always welcome and so are requests, though I’m quite busy at the moment and it will take me some time to finish anything I start new right now. 

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The Pit X Joker X Reader

“20! 21! 22!” Your capture yelled at you as you forced yourself to do press ups. Your body was screaming for you to stop. Everything hurt in ways you didn’t think was possible. You started to slow down as your body started to give up. All of a sudden a boot pressed down on your head smashing your face onto the concrete. Your turned your face under his foot, blood pouring out your nose.

He took his foot away and leaned down to you “How do you suppose you’re going to win tonight if you don’t train?”

“Sorry sir. I will carry on sir.” You said through breaths.

He grabbed your short hair from the back of your head and yanked you up “I think you deserve a time out in your cell.”

“No I can do this. I can train.” You whimpered under him.

He pulled you up onto your feet and dragged you to your cell door. He swung it open and threw you in. You fell into the cold floor. “Wrap your hands! I’ve decided your on in 10 as punishment.”

“No! Please!” you shouted but he just slammed the metal door on you. The only bit on light was coming though a tiny gap at the top of a wall. It was dark, cold and damp. You had no idea how long you had been in this hell hole. You had been kidnapped a long time ago at a boxing match. You wanted to become a real fighter for years. This wasn’t what you really had in mind. You were the best fighter in this prison. You were broken and dead inside. If there was a way out you would have taken it a long time ago. You crawled around until you found your hand wraps. You had no idea who or what you were fighting today. You just prayed this time it wasn’t till death. They were the worst ones.

After wrapping your self up and crying for a while your door swung open. HE stood there with a shit eating grin on his face. “Come on sugar tits. You’re on”

You stood up and followed him out the cell and down the halls. You could hear men shouting getting louder and louder as you approached the pit.

The pit was the area you fought. A big concrete hole in the floor and people would place bets on who was going to win. You would usually be favourite to win but sometimes your body would give in. Like an illegal dog fight but with people instead.
As you walked in all the men cheered. You looked to the hole and your heart dropped. You thought you were going to be sick. You hated these ones. This time it was you VS a trained killer pit bull. You knew you would not come out of this uninjured.

You glanced around the room and happened to catch the eye of a man. He was sitting back in a chair staring at you. He looked strange, perfect silver suit, the palest skin you had ever seen, slick green hair and a red smile stretched across his face from ear to ear. You had never seen this man before.

“Place your bets boys!” Your master shouted “Cupcake vs Dog” cupcake was the name they had given you. he threw you into the pit. The dog was pulling on its chain dying to sink it’s teeth into you.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath in trying your hardest to block the shouting around you. You hated killing anything but you weren’t willing to get mauled to death by a savage dog.

“Get ready!” A voice made you open your eyes. “FIGHT!”

The dogs chain was dropped and it ran straight for you. Chomping down on your arm instantly. You yelled in pain but managed to throw it off you. It charged for you again but this time in one swift move you managed to grab hold of it and break it’s neck causing it to fall limp on the ground. A few men booed at you while others cheered.

“Looks like it was a short one today fellas! Make sure you stick around for Cupcake vs Sunshine later tonight!”

Your chest heaved up and down. You looked down at your arm where you had been bit. Blood dripped onto the ground. This fight had been easier than usual. You walked to the edge of the pit and your master lifted you harshly out.

He was about to walk you back to your cell when a voice stopped him. You both turned to see the strange man smiling at you both.
“How much?” his voice was a low growl.

You master looked slightly scared, something you had never seen “This one is not for sale. Any others but this one.”

The man bent down closer to your face “Well that is a shame. I like you.”

“Thank you sir” You replied to him.

He placed his hand over your mouth where a smile was tattooed “Smile cupcake. I’ll be seeing you real soon” he whispered just so you could hear.

All the way back to your cell you couldn’t help but think about him. What did he mean he would see you soon? Was he going to break you out? No, that’s silly. You knew you would only leave this place in a body bag.
You got thrown into your cell again. You lay on the cold hard floor knowing at any second you would be dragged out again to beat up some poor girl.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed, you had lost a bit of blood. Out of no where you heard shouting and guns outside your door. You managed to pull yourself onto your feet and walk over to the door. You pressed your ear against it and listened.

“Yeah it’s this one boss” a deep unfamiliar voice shouted. They were doing something to your door.

You stepped back quickly to the farthest corner. Just in time for when your metal cell door was blown straight off. The room filled with black smoke. You could see a whiteish figure walk to wards you. Out of the smoke a white tattooed hand reached out to you. You took it and he pulled you towards him. Surely enough it was him.

“I got something for you.” He growled in your ear. He passed you a machine gun.

Your heart skipped “You’re saving me?”

“You were too perfect to leave behind cupcake.”

You cocked the gun and smiled “The names y/n”

He laughed at you. You liked this man “and I’m the joker. I think I prefer cupcake.” More gunshots came from out side “We need to go”

You walked out the room with a smile stretched across your whole face. You started to run down the dingy corridors. Each cell you passed you shot the lock off making sure the girls could get out.
You ran into the main room with the pit. A few dead bodies lay around and other men with their hands in the air. “Gentlemen!” you shouted “Place your bets! You Vs my gun!” On that you lit thee whole place up with gunfire. You laughed mechanically as you did it. You stopped when all the bodies fell to the floor. You breathed heavily smiling to yourself.

You felt a hand wrap around your waist. You spun around a put your gun under his chin. You dropped your hand as soon as you realized it was the joker.

He smiled and you then growled “Come on cupcake, let’s go home”

“London Fog” - One Shot

Curious about that Another Man photo where he was tearing up? Maybe this was why.

Rating: G (Fluffy and GROSS)

“Love, Love”, was the first thing you heard that morning, between small strokes on your cheek and kisses on your neck, his warm and completely bare body cradling you from behind now becoming more prominent as you woke up. It took you a beat to realize what was happening, before you could actually hear his voice. There was a slight tremor added to his normal morning grumble – but the thing you heard the most was enthusiasm, and even before you could physically see him, you could hear him smiling.

           Grinning, you snuggled yourself closer into him, feeling that he now had put some sort of underwear on his hips as you could feel the hair on his legs as you intertwined yours with his.

           “Hi”, you smiled and even though your sleepy eyes were closed, still, you kissed the bicep that was wrapped around the top of your head, his hand on his own ear as he smiled down at you, running a hand up your thigh, pressing another kiss to your cheek.

           “Time to get up, baby”, he cooed softly in your ear, his nose running along the edge of it, making you shiver and stretch, turning your head so you could fully see him and plant a kiss on his full lips, opening your eyes to find his tired ones pulled into a half-grin. He was looking at you, again – probably watching you sleep. But this morning was different – he was rushing somewhere and once you got your bearings straight, you realized that the sun wasn’t even blaring through the windows in his home in England. Either that or it was raining, but you didn’t hear anything.

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  • Luke: Happy Birthday asshole!
  • Percy: So you just gonna bring me a birthday gift on my birthday to my birthday party on my birthday with a birthday gift?
  • Luke: Happy Birthday?
  • Percy: -punches him-
  • Percy: Luke and I used to be real close until he decided to pull that pit scorpion birthday thing he did. That is the most inconsiderate thing you can do to a person on their birthday. I wasn't feeling that.
IronHawk (Part Eighteen)

The boys blow off some steam, Logan and Tony talk, then Logan and Clint talk and. Tony makes a big decision.

Catch up on Chapters 1-17 HERE

Enjoy :)
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“So just tonight?” Clint asked, as he walked with Logan around the Tower grounds. He was happy to give a tour, happy to be spending time with his friend again.

“Yep. I’ve got some stuff to take care of at the school. Didn’t want to ride all weekend. And you know… you did tell me to find you.”

“Hell yeah I did.” Clint agreed.

When the SHIELD transport had touched down all those weeks ago and Hawkeye had caught the news, seen his team struggling to fight those rock things, Clint had tossed Logan his bag and yelled to Coulson that he had to go.

“Wait - where?” Logan asked, not having seen the news yet, and definitely looking forward to a slow night of cigars, beer, and maybe, maybe some more time with Clint.

“The team needs me, Tony needs me, I just– I got to go. Just um… Logan?”
The mutant looked up to where Clint was already several feet off the ground. “This is a shitty way to end things so…Come find me, yeah?”

“You aren’t coming back.” Logan stated with a sinking feeling in his chest, and Clint shook his head.

“Not for a while at least. Come find me, okay? Lets at least share a beer..”

“Count on it Wing boy.”

“I’m glad you’re here.” Clint said with a smile, and a hand to Logan’s shoulder.

“So what? Pizza and beer all night? I got to leave pretty early but I’m down for something fun. Red white and Super said something about you working on training with them like we did.”

“Red white and—” Clint laughed. “I’m stealing that. New nickname for the Captain. And yeah, they’ve been pretty impressed with some of the stuff I’ve showed them.”

“So maybe we should show them how the real soldiers do it.”

“Yeah?” Clint asked, amused. “Want to do some fightin’?”

“Always.” The mutant popped his neck, the adamantium laced joints cracking so loudly that Clint shuddered. “Let’s show the boys in tights how it’s done, huh?”

“You know I’d love to see how you do against Hulk and the Captain. Maybe no claws with Captain, but you can’t really hurt Hulk.”

“Watch me try.” Logan grinned around his cigar.

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“     oi,   have you ever had snickerdoodles    ?     ”       fingers hold bright blue tin that carries something really sweet,   cherry   -   pit lips pulling at the corners.    it’s offered to the presence before her,   tiny heels rocking her short frame back and forth.      “   they are cookies.   i made ‘em myself   !   would you like one   ?   ”    

Wildflowers

Heavy eyes
Failing to look towards
The light,
Even when it’s dark as midnight,
As if searching for the emptiness
They wish to escape.
Sinking, hollow pit
Pulling down the guts,
Anchoring them to the immovable
Feast of a desperate life,
Malignant melancholy
That freezes the heart
Between beats,
And rips the hair at the root
Before eating away
At the skin,
Hopeless living
Hopeless loss
Hopeless love,
Sinking into the dewy blades
Of overgrown summer grass
And scorched wildflowers,
Canary as the birds I used to hear
Singing,
When the sun would rise
And the soul could still eat
At the banquet of immortal life.

Original Work: Kelsey H. 7.14.17