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The news droned on, images flashing by, each worse than the next. Stories of hope and despair both told in the same tone by the droning reporter; face laden in make-up and short hair perfectly straight and falling to her jaw-line. You hated the news with a passion. Growing up you had always hated it and despite how many adults in the world watched the news and read the newspaper every day. You couldn't stomach being one of them. Each story only mattered for a moment, until something new came up. But it wasn't you who was paying attention to the t.v. Steve leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees. His foot jiggled, tapping the floor to

"Isn't that Barnes' shirt?" Clint asked when you entered the living room that morning. You smiled and replied, "Yep," popping the "P". Clint sat silently for a minute and it gave you hope that you could finish your coffee in peace. "So you and Bucky, huh?" With that one question, your hopes were dashed. "No, Clint," you said with a blush. In truth, you had a major crush on the blue-eyed former assassin, but you'd never tell Clint that. "Then why are you wearing his shirt?" You shrugged and answered, "Bucky has a bad habit of leaving shirts behind in the laundry. He either misses them in the dryer or they fall out of his basket and I happen

note: ok so i absolutely LOVED fantastic beasts !! i seriously recommend seeing this movie, it was amazing !! also, this contains spoilers for the movie, so if you haven't seen it yet, you probably don't want to read this !! //////////////////////////////////////////////////// "So, I guess this is it, then..." Standing in the harbor, with the occasional squeaks from seagulls, and a gentle breeze floating through, made you realize that some of the craziest days of your life are now over. Even as a wizard, nothing compared to the past few days of your life. From meeting the man stood in front of you, to having to drag along a No-Maj, to see

"Daddy! Daddy! Look at me!" "No, Daddy look at me!" Your two 3 year old children were arguing over whose costume was better. You had all decided to dress up this year. Your son (S/n) was wearing a superhero costume, while his twin sister (D/n) was wearing a mermaid costume. Makoto was wearing a firefighter costume and you were wearing a princess costume. "My costume is the best!" "No, mine is!" "Now, now... Both of your costumes are amazing!" Makoto seemed to calm the little fight by soothing each of them, telling them that their costumes are equally awesome. You smiled when the twins made up and shook hands. You looked towards the cl

    The sky rumbled with a haughty authority, the sheer power of the thunder making the ground shake. The sounds rolled in with each quick flash of red hot lightning that back lit the black clouds. Two shadowy figures fled down the streets of Iwatobi, holding each others hands as they tried to keep ahead of the rain.    "It'll be quicker to go to my house." Makoto decided, glancing up at  street sign.    You eagerly nodded at the chance to get out of this terrible weather. Fat drops of rain started to drip from the clouds, soon gathering in large silver sheets water. The roads seemed longer than usual in your miserable state. You both stu

(Shawn Mendes X Reader) Tattoos You were a successful tattoo artists with your own tattoo parlor In Las Angeles. You had a pretty good reputation, so your parlor was known as the tattoos of the stars, since your popularity and reputation made it so that a few stars came your way when they wanted a tattoo. It was always thrilling when someone famous walked in, especially if you were a fan of theirs. You tried not to act like a fan around them, but sometimes it was just so hard. Today was not unlike any other day. Some regular people came in, and you fixed them up with the tattoos that they wanted. Nothing really challenging, it was kind of b

It was a normal Friday morning for the students of Karakura High School. The students were starting to file into their classroom. In class 1-3, a (color) haired girl looked over the book resting on her desk. She was one of the few students already in class, but she didn't look up as she heard other students until one called out to her. "(Name)!" The girl suddenly slid out from her chair and took a large step to the left. Behind her, she heard a crash as someone fell from the right over her seat. She looked down at the brown haired guy that was now holding his chin that he hit when he fell. The guy looked up at her with big eyes filled with

“What do you think about a black one? Maybe white?” “Oh gray on you would look great!” “What are you two talking about?” Ichigo asked in an annoyed tone. “We’re talking about homecoming! What else!?” "I don't think I'll go.." Ichigo said as he played with his food. "What! You have to go Ichi! Or it'll be so boring!!" You cried as you poke his shoulder multiple times. He sighed "Alright, alright I'll go.." You smiled "Yay! So we’re all going!" You say as you high five Orihime. "I'm not going" Uryu said as he pushed up his glasses. "I have more important thinks’ to do besides go

Half way to Orihime’s house Ichigo got annoyed that you almost tripped every step you took, so he picked you up, carrying you bridal style. "Why do you keep doing this?" He looked down at you "What? Carrying you like this? It's because you keep tripping" you didn't respond, just sighed. Once at Orihime’s Ichigo let you down and knocked on the door, soon opened by Chad "Hey Chad, where's Orihime?" "She when to go take a shower" he walked in, holding onto your wrist so you weren't left outside. "Hi Chad!" you smile at him "Hello _____" "What are you up to Chad?" Chad sat down by the table and scanned over movies in front of him "Se