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Ditching [Rose x Reader]Ditching [Rose x Reader] by ittybittyfangirl
I'm sitting in Creative Writing, bored out of my mind. I've shared my piece for the week and nobody else is interesting enough to warrant paying attention.
Suddenly, a pair of lavender eyes greet my own. I stop my internal grumbling and stare. They're vivid, like something out of a dream. The owner of the eyes makes her way over to me, an inquisitive quirk to her black-painted lips.
"Hello, I'm Rose Lalonde." She seats herself next to me, crossing one black-skinny-jean-clad leg over the other. Her white hair, tinged slightly blonde, is pushed back with a purple headband.
"Hi, I'm ______." Her eyes scream of intelligence.
"I couldn't help but notice you. I'm new here; my sister and I, actually."
Just then, two boys rocket by on a creamsicle orange hoverboard.
"STRIDER! GET BACK HERE!" A teacher yells, running after them. The taller one laughs raucously and the board speeds up.
"Those are my cousins." Amusement is evident in Rose's expression.
"I wish I had the courage to do something li
Because Freedom ~ [America x Reader]Because Freedom ~ [America x Reader] by ittybittyfangirl
“Hey, Al?” I called from the kitchen, where I had been icing his birthday cake.
“Yeah, babe?” He replied, over the sound of the Team America soundtrack.
“Could you come and help me with these dishes?”
“Because freedom.” I could practically hear the glee in Alfred’s voice as he said it.
“You won’t have any damn freedom or cake if you don’t get your ass in here.”
“MY FREEDOM WILL PROTECT ME~!” He yelled, running past me with a sheet tied around his broad shoulders like a cape.
I caught a corner of the sheet and pulled with all my might, making him slide unsteadily across the floor, and come crashing into me. Much to his amusement, my bowl of extra frosting had come down on my chest, basically ruining my shirt and splattering my face and neck.
“Alfred Jones, I swear to God I will kill you, freedom or not.”
He smirked from a
That Bad? ~ [Yorick x Fatina] [Request for Soxxy]“So, Fatina,” Yorick smirked, “as you know, I hate you. And I’m ninety-nine point nine percent sure you hate me. However, my hate for you isn’t necessarily platonic. And so, after a lot of thought, I’ve decided to ask you to be my kismesis.”That Bad? ~ [Yorick x Fatina] [Request for Soxxy] by ittybittyfangirl
A pretty green flush began to spread across Fatina’s face as she processed this new information.
“I--sure. Why not?” Her voice was quiet, but still loud enough for Yorick to hear her confirmation. A new edge entered her words, however, making them sound a bit sharper.
“Good.” And with that, Yorick crossed the room in four long strides, picked Fatina up by the front of her shirt, and slammed his lips to hers with every ounce of hate he could muster. She returned, albeit slowly at first, and then got bolder as the kiss went on. Finally, she had to breathe, and pulled back.
“I think you can do better than that, Lycaon." Fatina challenged, suddenly energized by the rush of ha
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Awkward Genes [Peter Parker x Reader] Part 2Awkward Genes [Peter Parker x Reader] Part 2 by canerdia
You made a fool of yourself that day. There was no doubt in your mind that told you otherwise. Yet you still managed to make Peter laugh, though you were assuming it was because he was feeling uncomfortable when you began to accuse him of stalking you.
Well, it turned out that you two had been attending the same schools since middle school. Who would have thought, eh? Throughout the rest of that class, you had completely dismissed the classwork you two were supposed to complete to try to gather up all the thoughts from middle school to at least figure out if what he said was true.
You had looked over at him when from the corner of your eye you could see he was trying to hide the uncomfortable look on his face. The look of complete concentration vanished from your face as you turned to him.
“What’s with the look?” you demanded.
He looked back at you and it looked like he was trying his hardest not to seem rude. “It’s just that… Do you need to g
Awkward Genes [Peter Parker x Reader] Part 1Awkward Genes [Peter Parker x Reader] Part 1 by canerdia
“Dude, no way! I totally saw Spider-man outside my window last night!” boomed some guy a few lockers down from your own.
“No way, he was with me the whole night! He’s my boyfriend, duh.” answered back a pretty yet stuck-up brunette. The giggle following right after made you want to claw your eardrums out as you ravaged through your disorganized locker.
“Hey, wait… I thought I was your boyfriend,” interjected another guy, possibly the actual boyfriend of the said brunette.
You let out an exasperated sigh as you shoved a few papers to the back of your locker.
‘Where the heckie did my math homework go?’ You grumbled softly to yourself as you made a mental list to clean out your locker sometime this week after school.
“I could’ve sworn I put it in here last week…” A low rumble began in your chest, moving slowly up your throat as you were about to make a noise similar to that of a walru