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“Again warren?” you said as you stood in front of him, seeing his bruised face and busted lip, “you really need to stop picking fights” “Tch, you should have seen the other guy”, he said his voice still angered, “besides he had no right to make fun of you” “I think he does, I mean I am in hero support, I think that puts me in the bottom of the social ladder, I'm bound to get picked on”, you said making him sit down on the steps of the school, to better examine his face. It wasn’t too bad, but still Warren usually got into fights without getting hurt in the process, so just se

Author's Note: Yes, I went with the cliché and made __y/n__ have ice/snow powers, sue me. IT'S CUTE DANG IT "So, what's up with you and Layla, was it?" You asked curiously, sliding onto the bench beside Warren. He raised an eyebrow at you. "Nothi-" "Oh, hey cutie!" Layla said cheerfully as she sat to Warren's right. She twined their fingers together, and you raised an eyebrow right back at Warren, who looked just as confused as you. "I've been thinking about you, and how fun homecoming is going to be." Understanding blossomed across your face as Will Stronghold, a new freshman and the son of the Commander and Jetstream, walked by wit

A/N: FIRST, THIS IS GOING TO BE A DIAVALXREADER FICSECOND , maybe spoiler too, I MESSED WITH THE TIMELINE, AT THE BEGGINING WHEN AURORA IS A CHILD, READER IS ALREADY A TEENAGER, BUT LATER ON, IF YOU DO THE CALCULATIONS THE AGE GASP DON'T FIT, MY FAULT, I'M SORRY, but i'm not going to change it, the age difference between Aurora and Reader is of eight years, except at the moment of their meeting (sorry again)THIRD, I KILLED AURORA MOTHER SOONER THAN IN THE FILM (sorry again) Chapter one “Father, why I am suppose to know how to use a bow?”; the young girl asked her father. “For protection, for hunting, to keep you safeR

You were busying yourself with cleaning Guinevere’s chambers when a familiar pair of hands covered your eyes. “Guess who?” the warm voice said right next to your ear. You put your hands over theirs and smiled. “Hello, Merlin,” you chuckled, twisting around to see the smiling young man. He moved his hands from your face and rested them on your hips. “So, do you remember what tonight is?” he asked. You cocked your head in mock thought for a moment which made him chuckle. You smacked his arm and laughed. “Of course I know what tonight is, Merlin, it’s New Year’s Eve,” you smil

After the events of Spider-Man Homecoming (so look out for spoilers!) It was a cool Friday afternoon in Queens as you were making your way across the street from the subway to the little apartment your best friend, Peter, shared with his aunt. He had been very busy lately with his Stark Internship and after he had left you and Ned alone on Homecoming night to do Gods knew what, you had been more than a little angry. Not just because he clearly wasn’t telling you something, but also because he was acting like a complete dickhead. Ditching Liz was just one of the many things he had done lately.     He couldn’t know of course that

 "Come on, Jasper! We're going to be late!" You said excitedly, half dragging the man out of the school doors. "There's no hurry." He said calmly, although a small smile was present on his face. "They won't start without us." The weather forecast said that there would be a massive thunderstorm that night, and while you knew that you wouldn't get any rain tonight due to your location, the thunder provided the perfect opportunity for the family to play their favorite game. Baseball. "Still! Everyone else has already left." After you both got into Jasper's car, he started to drive rather quickly to his home. It wasn't surprising that you had

“It’s hard to explain how it feels, being in here,” you said, leaning against a desk, weight on your palms. The TARDIS library, with its levels and levels of shelves, practically engulfed you. You’d been working your way through it with the Doctor, learning the names of different galaxies, literary periods, and famous authors. You’d decided to start with the shelf closest to the doors and were now about three shelves over. “It’s sort of like being with you, actually.” The Doctor looked up from a purple book with a holographic cover page. He gave you a teasing grin, hair falling into his face. &

Falling hadn't been like anything you'd imagined. You'd imagined feelings of pure horror as you plummeted to the distant-but-getting-closer ground below. You imagined either feeling all the pain in the universe or feeling nothing at all as your brain shut off. You could never imagine the pain on the Doctor's face as he found- "Gah!" You sprang up from your bed, and looked around the empty cold room. You cursed. That was the billionth bad dream you'd had. You refused to call it a nightmare as you didn't find it scary, just worrying. You felt compelled to shout the Doctor, but you didn't want to worry him. Besides, you didn't want to find out

You smiled sleepily when you woke up in your bed, still wrapped in a certain someone’s warm arms. You looked at your clock and sighed when you saw that there was less than thirty minutes until your shift started in the Med Bay. You felt the person holding you stir and heard him yawn, squeezing his arms around your waist a bit tighter for a moment.   “Доброе утро,” (Good morning), said the sleepy voice. You chuckled and turned over so that you were facing him. “Pavel, English, and good morning to you too,” you said softly, leaning up to press a quick kis

“I don't even see why I have to go.” You muttered quietly as you pulled a black dress out of the TARDIS's closet, glowering at the invitation to the Doctor's wedding that was sitting on your dresser. The Doctor didn't even mention his wedding to you, and the only reason you had even found out about it was because she, the TARDIS, had transported an invitation to your room. You hated the wretched feeling twisting in your gut, you hated that he was going to marry her, you just hated it. You wanted to run away and cry, you wanted to punch something (or someone), and all around just wanted to disappear. The TARDIS's soft hum became