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The next morning you woke up to the feeling of a ticklish sensation on your belly. You opened your eyes and blinked a couple of times before lowering your gaze to the source. Your eyes bumped into your boyfriend's raven, messy hair as he placed butterfly kisses on your skin. "What are you doing?" You questioned as a blush appeared on your cheeks. Law smiled inwardly. Two years together and you still got embarrassed when he reached certain levels of intimacy with you. Such a shy girl... "Good morning, love." He said, ignoring your question as he considered the answer was more than obvious. "How do you feel?" "I'm fine, thanks." You mumbl

Tony has logged on. Tony has started a chatroom. Bruce has logged on. Steve has logged on. Thor has logged on. Clint has logged on. Natasha has logged on. Tony: GUYS Bruce: Yeah? Tony: JUST A SMALL TOWN GIRL Tony: LIVING IN A LONELY WORLD Tony: SHE TOOK THE MIDNIGHT TRAIN GOING ANYWHERE Natasha: Oh god, is he drunk again? Tony: Nope. Just bored. (y/n) has logged on. (y/n): Hey, I think I have a little bit of a problem here... Thor: WHAT TROUBLES YOU, MAIDEN (Y/N)? (y/n): Thor, caps lock. Thor: OOPS. (y/n): Nevermind. But something weird is happening. Bruce: And what's that? (y/n): So, I was driving and there was a meowing

You say that everything has a purpose. That the world and the people in it were made for something special. You're right. You say you don't know your purpose, and that you're scared that you weren't made for anything. Don't be. When those boys give you their numbers, it drives me insane. You could have everything and anything you wanted, but you choose to shove it away. Why? When your friends ask you about your day, you say the same thing,' It was normal.' There's no such thing as normal. But when I come on topic, your breath hitches, and you get nervous and do nothing but deny everything they ask and stand still , like your feet were

    "Mom, why is everyone mad at me? Am I doing something wrong? I talk to them and I even gave them back their ball when it rolled off, but why do they hate me?" Tears brimmed the corners of your eyes as you rested your head on your mother's lap in defeat. Your mother tucked away her book and placed a comforting hand to pat your head. "You did nothing wrong ____. There is no reason to blame yourself for anything." She picked you up and placed you on her lap, gave you a small reassuring smile to push back the tears and spoke in a sweet voice, "I know, do you want me to sing to you again?"    As the soft humming started, you leaned against y

"Paulie, why the hell would you bring me here to eat on my night off!?" He blinked at you then rolled his eyes as if it should be obvious. Grabbing you by the arm, he started to pull you into the hell hole you worked at. "Discounts." You growled -- in a fashion that would make Lucci proud -- at his response. ~ Sitting down at the table, you decided you weren't all that hungry anymore- I mean, how could you be if you were being forced to eat in a place you worked in. You knew how much some of those people back there didn't wash their hands. But you had already started to humor Paulie by wearing something he deemed 'decent'- even if it was

I'm warning you now, you might want a tissue box near by. “Hey, is anyone sitting here?” you ask the cute Asian boy, indicating to the empty seat at the lab table. He looks up at you and smiles politely, “No, it’s all yours.” You find yourself smiling back, “Thanks,” you say as you set your backpack on the ground and take a seat. The professor soon walks into the room and promptly begins class.  “Alright, everyone, welcome to the lab portion of Biology 240.  You may want to start getting to know the person sitting next to you, as they are going to be your lab partner for the rest o

George’s eyes once again flicked down to your lips, a fact which you were unaware of, and Fred nudged his twin before quietly slipping away. You three had been the last ones in the Gryffindor common room, working on an essay for History of Magic, and you were reading and hastily scribbling down notes while George was trying to pluck up the courage to kiss you or tell you how he felt or ask you to the Yule Ball, or anything to let you know that he liked you. He had known you for years; you were one of his father’s friend’s children and had visited them at the Burrow from a young age. You were Fred and George’s age, and

It was winter in Kanto. So you were happy that Red would come down from Mt. Silver. Even though he said that the winter down here was hot. You thought he was crazy for thinking that but when someone was used to below freezing it was normal to think that. You threw a snowball at Red. It hit him on his back. He looked back and gave you a smile like you were going to get it. You smiled. "Oh, yeah? What are you going to do about it?" Red ran at you and you ran away. He caught you and he wrapped his arms around you and you giggled. "Fine you caught me. Happy?" Red nodded and kissed your neck. The two of you fell down and rolled around. You laug

“Armin, I’m home!” You yell with a bang, slamming the front door behind you. Wafts of candied scented fumes prick your senses, causing you to immediately toss your belongings aside and go in search of your boyfriend. Using your nose as guidance, you wander towards the kitchen and stumble into something that resembled the set of one of your favorite T.V. shows, Cupcake Wars.  Pots, pans and numerous other cooking utensils were strewn haphazardly along the granite counter tops while piles of ingredients were gathered on one end ready to be tasted and measured.  You look around the culinary war zone and spy Armin on his hands

      You sighed for the… you couldn’t even think of a number high enough. Sniffling, you rolled over on your bed for the whoknowshowmany time, clutching a pillow to your chest. Your tired, red, (e/c) eyes stared bleakly at the wall in front of them, having run out of tears long before. Your thoughts wandered back to the reason why you were in this horrible seemingly never ending mess.     It all started with your lovesick depression. Yes, you were lovesick. You never had someone to cuddle with, someone to talk with, and someone to hold hands with, nope. The only person that you wanted to do those things with didn’t thin

“You’re really tiny.” You looked up from your book; eyes glancing at Dick. He had no right to talk, seeing as how small he had been in his younger years (dear God did he get tall). You were in the Watchtower, and the hero was leaning back in his chair at the computer, mask off as he stared idly at you. “Kinda like a tadpole.” “Did you just call me a tadpole?” you asked. You were used to the jokes you got about your height, and had even laughed at a few, but never before had you been compared to an aquatic animal. And by your boyfriend no less. “Do you not like it?” He asked, resting che

“You really are annoying, aren't you?” The male, smirked. Oh, that smirk. How much [Name] wanted to uncontrollably rip that smirk out of his gracious face.  “Your words wound me, [Name]!” He exclaimed, obviously his voice showed sarcasm. Tch. “I'll take that as a good thing, then.” [Name] said, as she continued her pace. Ronald chuckled as he walked beside her. [Name] loathed Ronald, despised him. Yet, she couldn't do anything. Why? The answer was easy, of course. [Name] was vulnerable. Just a mere commoner whom saw the world painted in black and white. Ronald. Ronald Knox, of course, was more strong

“(Name)?” Shintarou called your name, his voice mildly puzzled instead of his usual deadbeat tone. “I can’t find my tape.” “Have you looked around the bedroom?” You called back from your spot in the living area, watching a mini-Midorima playing on the floor from the safety of your couch. “I’m sure it’s there if you look hard enough.” “That’s the other problem.” You heard his footsteps as he thumped down the hall, looking at you with a perplexed expression, “I can’t find my glasses, either.” “You lost your glasses?” “My l