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The Easter Surprise!
It was Easter for a young teen named Josh who was in the middle of his families annual "Easter Egg Hunt Extravaganza". He was bored naturally walking around the small forest near his home sighing looking for eggs which he loathed. Josh was an average teen, He had long pointy brown hair, fairly tall and pretty much thin as a boy his size and age could get. Josh stroked some of his hair from his face listening around to his other younger relatives happily hopping around looking for eggs.
"Pft, this is so boring. Darn it, I'm not a little kid anymore!" He protested. "Tch, told my parents not to let me freaking do this again! Ugh, I'll just wait around and take some eggs from a cousin and offer them candy later." He smirked with that idea in mind.
Josh continued further in the woods away from his cousins to find a little spot where he could hide or well wait it out.
"Heh, this plan is going to work out perfectly!" Josh said smiling coming to a small clearing in the forest being the perfect
(Bucky x reader) NightmareSummary: set after the events of The Winter Soldier (so there may be spoilers) Bucky has remembered his past and is living in your (an ex S.H.I.E.L.D agent) house (he has yet to find or tell Steve). A rouge Hydra agent breaks into your house. Bucky comforts you afterwards and he gets a haircut. Warning: may include fluff.
You hear the door open and close. So you call out.
“Bucky is that you?” you wait for an answer. No one answers and you hear footsteps along the corridor. You grab the gun Bucky made you have on your person at all times –you silently thank him for that even if you did protest at the idea- you creep along to the door silently. You crouch and lean round the door frame pointing the gun in front of you. You look up to the face of the intruder and find it is some man who you have never seen before. You stand and face him keeping the gun trained on him.
“Who are y
Truth or DetachThis is the story of what teenage girls with magical powers do when they're bored:
Blake got home from school exhausted. Her long, blond hair was soaked in sweat, as was her blue tank top. Her legs were sweating horribly inside her jeans and her feet were blistered inside her Vans.
She walked home because she was too tired to teleport herself. Teleporting takes lots of effort, and is even more tiring than walking. For teleporting seems like it takes years when it's really only a couple of seconds. Teleporting involves an infinite improbability drive, except the teleporting individual thinks of the destination first, but when one teleports, every known possible location in the Universe is visited in a time frame of 10 to the power of 2,466,457,320,451,678,002,118th of a second spent in each location. But enough of that. Blake wasn't concerned about the rest of the Universe. She was only concerned about sleep. She dropped her bag and slowly made her way to her bedroom. She sat on h
Russia x reader (fallen in)Russia x reader (fallen in)
before you read please go down to the link down below and read the first part of this before reading this one a thank you
You yelled as you went down watching as the door disappeared from your sight as you flew through the clouds short hair whipping around and the wind whistling in your ears like a high pinched song.
You felt your eyes swell up with tears....
This isn't..how you wanted to go out being a crushed bloody being on the road or the side walk..or where ever you landed.
And the fact that it could hurt didn't help you at all and the feeling of falling your muscles clenching tightly hoping to protect you from the impact.
You started too shiver as the air around you started to get colder..and colder, great another thing to add onto all this being cold as you would die.
Then everything went black.
When you awoke everything was cold your hands leg feet arms ears and so forth, sitting up you took in your surrounding....
Snow some ic
How are you feeling? Chapter 1
I got up again and fixed my skirt, once again, I’m still not used to this thing, even worse because I was wearing a pretty long one.
I started fidgeting with my ill-fitting new school blouse and tapping the floor with my brown Mary-Janes with black knee-high socks, but with tapping it was more of a “trying to even reach the floor with the tip of my fingers” kind of thing.
It was not a nervous tic in a “bad” way, rather the opposite. After all, I shouldn’t let myself get too stressed otherwise it would be bad to transform in public like this.
“Hi!” A sudden voice made me jump on the seat. A pale, soft hand touched my shoulder.
I really didn’t want to find her here, not already at least.
“Are you new to the school? My name is Mariana, what’s yours?” Of course I know your name, you never learned mine though. I gulped Here goes nothing.
“M-mine n-name is Asuka” I said with a sweet, melodic voice.
Bucky x ShyReader (part two)A month after that little incident and you had met up with the guy five times already. And it didn't matter what you did, you felt at ease when you were with him. You couldn't explain it you didn't even feel at ease like that with your own family for Pete’s sake! You decided to ask if you could hang out more than once a week. It was having a good influence on you. You had started to worry less about going out in public. You got better at your editing job finding you could talk through things easier without worrying about offending anyone. Above all you really liked being around him. So this time it was you who called him.
“Hello? (y/n)” he said through the phone.
“Hey Bucky! I was just wondering if you were free again this week. And if you wanted to go for a walk in the park or something?”
“It would be my pleasure. How does Saturday sound?”
“Sounds great. Do you want me to meet you there or?”
“You know what You should meet me
Bucky x ShyReader (part one)You walk close to the edges of the pathway. Next to houses and shops. You are just trying to make your way home after having gone shopping with your 'friend' you were quite tired of the hustle and bustle. You just needed some time to yourself. You were walking as quickly as you could with your head down and eyes to the ground trying to avoid contact with anyone. You keep a tight grip on your bags worried in case anyone would come too close. You were probably just being paranoid but better safe than sorry you thought as you slipped past the crowd along the path. Though you probably should have been looking where you were going as the next minute you collided with the ground.
“Ahhh! Son of a….” you elected not to finish that sentence. You look up and see a tall man holding out his hand to help you up. Was his arm made of Metal?
“I’m sorry I wasn’t looking where I was going I didn’t mean to run into you. I’m really sorry I should be more ca
Vanilla and the Serperior (Vore)Vanilla and the Serperior (Vore)
NOTES: While it has been a shitty time for me at the moment, I decided to write something to give myself a clear head. Again, I’m having myself a break from work as if I wanted to quit. But I realized my crew is very dependable on me and they want me to stay. They do care about me. Anyways, enough of my rants over life, this is officially the first time I’m writing something for the Serperior community. I haven’t done it before, but will do my best. If you randomly clicked here, please look at the title very carefully that this contains vore. If this bothers you and you attempted a negative comment, you will be blocked without warning. Thank you and I hope you enjoy. By the way, Happy Easter.
We begin the story at nightfall. It is 10 PM and it is dark outside, and the moon is full like gold. We hear the wind howling across the scene, the grass is rustling, and crickets chirping loudly. The weather condition may be windy, but it&
Blue Exorcist FF: Two Breath's Walking - Chapter 5
For the rest of the day, Rin had been asking you so many questions about your life. You told him as much as you could remember, and that seemed to fascinate him.
Due to complications at the school, Mephisto didn't allow you to enter until the following week. You let out a sigh of slight relief, but then you looked over at Rin, who had looked like he just witnessed a murder. He had been waiting so patiently for you to go to school with him, only to wait even longer.
For that extra week, you were left at home while everyone else went to work and school. It was finally Friday. You decided to clean up the house a bit before Rin came home, so you tidied up the place before he walked in.
You were right in the middle of cleaning his room when he came home 2 hours early. You heard the door open so you walked to the room where the front door was, seeing Rin taking off his shoes.
"I'm home", he said loud enough for anyone to hear.
You smiled as he walked in.
"Welcome home, Rin", you greete
Lying Figment Peter was in the house looking around the rooms. He was getting a strange eerie feeling around the house. A sheep was tagging along with him trotting at his side. Though oddly he didn't see any of the towns citizens around. It,just seemed void and empty. While strolling around he caught a glimpse of of light. He looked into the mirror and for a second he thought he saw the image of a wolf behind him. He spun around only to see nothing then he heard what sounded like sped up whispering until a dark mist started to leak from the floor boards "you're fault" the shadow whispered in a low echoed tone. "If only you'd thought about what you did it spoke.." As the shadow called Peter out on his past the mist took on a more memorable form of a wolf inching closer and closer to Peter "n-no"was all Peter could mutter starring at the wolf. He gripped his head trying to calm himself and felt a nudge on his leg. He looked down and saw his sheep though it didn't seem to notice the
On preparing to never let goWalking slowly down the hall, arms filled with the day's mail, we spoke of morbid things.
She wants to be reduced to ash and I want to know if I can keep her on my mantle.
She looks at me sideways with a curious face and forgets her footsteps.
It's a little bit morbid, she tells me, deciding it's time to continue shuffling along,
but I think the way I'm trying to picture her perfect urn is probably worse.
There's nothing that I can think of that suits her, though,
and I wonder if I even know her.
Do I scatter you somewhere? You can't visit scatter.
(I think good daughters plant guilt in the carpet pile to trip upon.)
But she doesn't trip, instead she ruminates on how appalling it'd be to divide her in fourths:
she laughs as she's divvying up her body parts for our mantles.
I tell her we'll set up a custody schedule, but only between my closest sister and me;
we're the ones that take care of her. But in reality, I'm not planning on sharing.
She tells me she wants to be in the n
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