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“Catch!” A Popsicle was hurled towards you at great speed, spinning as it neared closer to your slouched frame. You flinched as the cold, wrapped treat thumped into your arm and slid down your thighs to the sweltering cement floor. “Nice catch, my friend!” Antonio threw his head back in laughter as he scrambled up the wall, taking a comfortable seat next to you. Without even a grumble you reached down and grabbed your cold treat, wanting nothing more but for it to be inside of you. The cheap wrapping was discarded immediately before your dry tongue slid over the flavoured ice, savouring the cooling treat. Your teeth

         “Well, here it is. What do you think?”        “Well, I guess it’s better than nothing.”        The sedan’s appearance did not conceal its age as the camera panned over it, specks of dirt and dust marring the tinted windows and body. Chips in the paint littered its body almost as numerous as the stars in the sky, but they added no glamour or brilliance to the faded teal paint like how glistening stars lit the night. If anything, they did the opposite, emphasizing all of the neglect that the car endured over the years.         Though presently I held no disdain towards the vehicle, my past self

:bulletgreen: Peter Pan x Reader: Believe :bulletgreen: (F/n) had been sick as long as she could remember. Even as a baby her illness had borne no name, and thus no treatment. But somehow, she had learned to live with it. The girl had never been able to attend public school or have friends to call her own, for fear that her condition might worsen. But she’d had other things to depend on. Her mother had taught her from the safety of their London flat, ranging from all the normal school subjects to ones of (F/n)’s choosing. Though physical strength often avoided her, she found pleasure in the depths of her mind. There, in the crev

“Draco? Are you okay?” You asked anxiously as Draco came bustling back into your compartment. His gray eyes which usually held only hostility looked hurt, and slightly saddened. You were one of Draco’s best friends, having known him since you were both young. You were still young at eleven, but you already knew that you liked Draco in more than a friend way. You also knew that Draco, even though he seemed mean to most, was a real sweetheart and was actually very sensitive. “I tried to warn the new boy, Potter, about hanging with the wrong people. My father always said that purebloods shouldn’t associate with mud

Family of Three Request for Romanogers2015 "Hey, you know on your Natasha romanoff x reader, I was wondering if you would be able to do a chapter where they adopt a baby girl or something like that? It would be nice to see how Natasha would react with a baby around her :)" Many people believed that Avengers shouldn't have children, for a variety of reasons. You'd heard them all, from reasonable points like "It's a dangerous lifestyle," to absurd accusations such as "The Avengers are bad people who don't deserve families." Despite all the good the team had done, there were still some skeptics in the world who thought that the band of super ci

You grabbed your coffee from where the barista set it on the counter, thanking them before you returned to your seat. You placed the steaming beverage beside where your laptop lay closed on the small table. Typically you didn’t mind who saw its contents, though you would no doubt be burned at the stake if those around you found what was displayed on your screen: ancient lore of demons and how to properly kill them. Your (e/c) eyes scanned the text for a familiar word, quickly finding where you left off. You started to read again as you absentmindedly reached for your coffee. However, before your fingers could graze the warmth of the cup

{{A/N I wrote this back in season one where everyone was still alive and in Atlanta, Georgia. I wrote it here simply because I felt their environment was perfect for a fluffy morning with a soulmate.}} WARNING: Mention of nudity and swearing    Soulmates. No one was sure how or why they worked or existed, but it was part of life. The people of the world collected scars on their bodies. That's just how anatomy and the healing system works. But soulmates have a special ability. It's rare that you find them, but if you do, any and all scars can be removed by a soulmate if they simply kiss their lover's scar. This is the story of a rather uniq

Your fingers carded through Chica’s fur, a laugh escaping your lips as you saw your little cousins tackle Mark the second he returned to the living room. Your family, in its massive entirety, always got together on Christmas. Dozens of grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, sisters, and brothers to exchange gifts and simply be with one another. Mark included, of course. When your mother first insisted he attend the festivities, you had only been together for a few months. You were quick to refuse, making it clear that he wasn’t ready for the insanity that was the holidays with your huge family. However, as time went by and he const