He sleeps beside you, spare hand curled around the chain, six feet of arrogant beauty and ruthless intelligence softened and hidden.

This place up in the loft is where Clark goes to be alone, and when Clark had shown him this place, he’d expected him to laugh. Lex had asked him if he often wanted to go where no one else could find him, and also if this was where he went to drink beer.

(The small-town teenage dirtbag AU nobody wanted, prompted by cygnes/manzanas-amargas and the prompt 'things you said that i wish you hadn’t.'.)

Rapunzel and the girl who would be Flynn Rider face their toughest challenge yet: unexpected social obligations.

May tries not to think about everything Jasmine does for her.

He dislikes his body sending messages he doesn't intend or even necessarily endorse.

“What else was there to do, hm?” Tang Fan tugs the records back, tucking them under his arm with a flap of his drapey sleeve and a jut of his chin. “Let him learn a hard lesson not to be so complacent in his obstinance towards you from now on. It wasn’t undeserved.”

(Written for acanofpeaches, 6/13/2015... I think.)

(Written for Comorbidities' prompt on Tumblr and Stars' "Take Me To The Riot": saturday nights in neon lights, sunday in the cell.)

Young Henry knows he's playing with fire.

An odd little idea sparked by the thought of Mina as team secretary.