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The room was covered in a thin layer of dust, months of not being used evident in the way all the objects seemed to have a grayish color to them. It smelled of must and mildew, something that tickled the nose and tempted it to sneeze, but doing so would only disturb the collection of filth, spreading it through the air. Light filtered in through the small window high on the wall, the beam of light that passed through a bit faded from the grime that had settled onto the glass. Through that beam, small flecks of floating particles could be seen dancing along with what little wind blew through the open door. Nishinoya wrinkled his nose, fightin

Starving artists. Where did this term come from? It came from people who didn’t have a creative bone in their bodies. It wasn’t that they were starving artists; it’s just that they sacrificed a lot for something to come true, even if it meant that society didn’t really value them, until they were famous of course. _______ wasn’t famous yet. She went to college for art theory and learned art mediums like painting and metalwork. When she left, she worked odd jobs but continued to work on her art, she had to. It was her passion. It was hard to be an artist but no one got where they were now, unless they worked for i

Title: The Locker Incident Summary: Good deeds merit good rewards. Rating: 13+ Pairing: 2p!America (Hetalia) / Reader Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, just the plot. [A/N: Please enjoy!] - _____ was warm—warm, soft, and smelled really nice, and the only reason Allen knew this was because she was currently pressed up against him, their bodies a tangled mess in the tiny locker they were presently squeezed inside. His afternoon could've gone all sorts of ways, but Allen never would've guessed he'd end up here, in the girls' locker room, pressed together in an inconveniently cramped locker with his blushing classmate who was also, by

January The coffee shop was bustling, people on their way to work in the wee hours of the morning, teenagers on their way to school. Bundled up in coats and scarves, a cup of coffee was sufficient for fending off the bitter cold of this year's winter. You were no different than the rest of them, neither were the smaller forms sitting across from you. It was something of a ritual. After their father died, you wanted them to have something to look forward to, something that might help ease them, and you, through this painful chapter. By setting time aside to schedule coffee (or orange juice in their case) and scones every Monday before scho

| Blood is Thicker Than Water | 2P!Japan x Reader x 2P!China “In this lab, students will use gas laws to calculate the molar mass of dry ice and then use the information to identity the compound that makes up the substance.” Your chemistry teacher explained. “You all have your list of instructions. I trust you will follow them accordingly. Work with your lab partners and I expect your worksheets to be finished by tomorrow.” With that, he rang the little bell to begin the chemistry lab. You turned to face your partner and inwardly cringed. Well, shit. This is gonna be difficult. The last time you made a mistake duri

2014, New York (normal universe) – A few months after the fall of S.H.I.E.L.D. The night had fallen over New York, the last light of day disappearing behind the horizon. Snowflakes covered the stone pavement Steve walked on, his feet leaving footsteps in the freshly fallen white powder. The cold was slowly nesting into the super soldiers’ bones, but he paid no attention to the shivers that were going down his spine.      He had his hands tucked inside the pockets of his coat, his fingers clenching into a fist. He could feel the edges of a drive cut into his skin, reminding him of the events of today.      He had spent the entir

     Five years. (y/n) spent five years of her life in the “godforsaken cursed vampire city,” or so she put it. She hated it.     Upon arriving, she found out that Ferid wasn’t going to have her monitored like the other normal captives. She was still feverish and sick when they got there, so he said he would have “Special Treatment” just for her special self.       “‘Special Treatment’ my ass…” she muttered as she walked down the gilded corridor, pure white cape fluttering behind her. “I did not ask for this special treatment.”     She hated it. She always found hers

 Story Contains Mention of Death/Suicide, Please Read At Your Own Risk You know, there’s a few things they don’t tell you about dying young. Even though you don’t have a physical form anymore, you’re still there for every single day. You watch your friends and colleagues grow up and graduate from high school, watch new students show up, and then eventually they make their way to adulthood as well. But you stay the same. And you can’t even walk through walls either. That’s a big lie, a big fat one. And you’re just as pissed as anyone else about it, it’s just you and a bunch of other people who d

“(last)-chaaaaan~ The snacks are ready~” a familiar voice called. Its owner slowly opened the door with his hands full of sweets. His copper colored orbs scanned the room until they laid upon your hunched over figure. A faint smile tugged at the corners of his thin lips as he slowly approached the helpless, sleeping girl in front of him, setting the tray of goodies down beside him. His toned arms snaked around your thin waist and his warmth enveloped your shivering frame like the sun. “...Oikawa…” “(last)-chan, wake up~” You remained silent, unable to hear his plea. He stared at your small back heav