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Fear of Heights or Fear of Death? Part 2The ride had ended and it was hell.Fear of Heights or Fear of Death? Part 2 by DeathToThePool
Aside from the overall fear of death, the awkwardness was eating me alive.
The cute guy next to me, who is possibly a stoner, is now covered in the contents of my stomach.
“I am really sorry about this. I’m not usually like this. Generally because I don’t go on roller coasters, or lifts or bridges…”
The guy starts walking off.
“Wait. I didn’t get your name.” I jog to catch up to him as he swiftly meanders through the crowd.
“It doesn’t matter.”
“What do you mean it doesn’t matter? I need to know your name so I can… apologise for…” I point at his hoodie, “…that…”
He sighs and walks out of the entrance to the park, stopping just outside and taking what looks like a cigarette from his pocket.
“Is that a joint? Or is that a cigarette? Or is that, you know…”
He turns to me, putting the cigarette to his lips and lighting
Fear of Heights or Fear of Death? (Part 1)Holy shit.Fear of Heights or Fear of Death? (Part 1) by DeathToThePool
Why am I here?
Oh yeah, (Y/F/N) is gonna pay off all my rent if I can do this.
Which I can…
I can’t ride a rollercoaster.
“The ride is about to start, please keep your hands and feet in the moving vehicle at all times.”
The guy sat next to me sighs, burrowing himself deeper into his hoodie.
My hands tightly grip the bar in front, becoming paler by the second.
I can’t breathe it’s too hot.
Goosebumps litter my skin
“Hi, excuse me.”
The guy next to me turns his head left, facing me. Holy shit, he’s gorgeous.
“The ride will now start in 10… 9 … 8 …”
Oh he’s staring. What do I do? What do I say? Think, Y/N, think.
“7… 6… 5… 4…”
He sighs, slouching in his seat. I look at him again, he has off coloured skin, kind of blue actually, almost as if…
“Do you take drugs?”
My Angels 3 (Dean x reader x Sam)"So... How do we get you back home?" Dean said as he carried three brown glass bottles that were opened into the room which I now know is the war room.My Angels 3 (Dean x reader x Sam) by DeathToThePool
"Well, there's few ways that only some have access to. To get to Avalon, a person must either be summoned or from Avalon originally. Unless you wish to use the portals which are the easiest way into Ava- Wait, no. No. No. No. We can't do that. It's too risky. And it's not like I can just waltz right in accused of such a heinous crime. Especially if I'm with you and your brother."
Dean walked forwards, placing the bottles onto the table before sitting directly in front of me. "Y/N, if it gets you home, wouldn't it be easier? Here, have a drink whilst I go get Sammy. If we're making plans, we need him."
"Because all of the stuff you're about to tell us? I won't remember after this whole thing blows over. Now drink up." As he said this, he stood up from the table, whisking a bottle off of the table.
"What exactly is this?"
Awakening (Chapter 1)Awakening (Chapter 1) by DeathToThePool
“What do you mean? Our new home. I don’t know you at all. And I would be most grateful if you let go of me.”
He smirked, a hand leaving my waist to run through his hair.
“Well, this will be fun. Let me tell you how we’re so,” he moves his face close to mine, a breath away before whispering, “close.”
He leans back and walks out of the door into a long corridor, I follow after shortly, closing the cell door behind me. He begins to walk forwards, whilst I continue to follow him. We walk in silence, passing more cells decorated with the same metallic red liquid streaked down each door engraved with roman numerals and other symbols that I vaguely recognise but cannot interpret.
We approached the end of the hallway, reaching a spiral staircase. The stairs were cogs jammed unevenly into the wall with no banister to attach them together.
Alex sat upon the last step, patting the space on his right. “Sit down, I will tell you how
House Trained 3 (Werewolf!Zoro x Reader)This was beyond humiliating.House Trained 3 (Werewolf!Zoro x Reader) by Jaq-Rabbit
He'd spent most his life on his own. Surviving, hunting, killing even. His kind had it hard in their world; technology ready to out all of them at any moment. They had to be clever and strong or die. They had come so far and survived so long, a proud and noble race that could be merciless and destroy at the drop of a hat.
But now…now he was going for ‘walkies’.
‘Bushido’ looked back at the human female who was muttering to herself with a stupid grin on her face.
“Why yes, he’s mine. Isn’t he handsome?” You cooed, talking to no one in particular. You looked to the left as if someone had asked you a question, “Yes. He’s quite big, but very sweet~.”
Clearly, this woman was an idiot.
He huffed and glared at anything that came into view as you both trotted through the park, his damn red collar feeling like a weight on his neck. It had taken a g
Charles Xavier x Reader ~ Blood[Reader has hemophobia here. (hemophobia - you can't stand looking at the blood etc.)Charles Xavier x Reader ~ Blood by BrodreRavn
No. No, no, not again. It wasn't that much blood, Raven just cut herself with a knife while cooking with you but still... you were new in this whole mutant school, you were trying to make relationships, but it wasn't that easy for you. And now this... you could feel dizzy already just by looking at the blood. Your heart was racing, whole world was circling around you, you couldn't catch breath. Your hands and legs were shaking. You hated it. It was so stupid, blood wasn't scary, so why your mind and body were freaking out like this?! Raven looked at you starled.
- (Y/N), are you okey? - she asked and Charles gave you a concerned look. Hank was watching you a bit surprised and then... Erik laughed.
- Mutant afraid of blood... well that's new. What, you're going to faint becase of something that stupid? - you could feel tears in your eyes.
- N-n-no. T-t-th
Pietro x Reader Fish Micro OneshotPietro x Reader Fish Micro OneshotPietro x Reader Fish Micro Oneshot by mar93
A/N: this happens in the world after Wolverine travels back to the past, where the mutants had been accepted, Pietro and Wanda go to Xavier’s academy (and by the way, Erik and Raven haven’t left )
Professor Xavier: “Class, this is (Y/n), behave”
You sit in one of the many empty desks
You ignore him
You keep ignoring him. He appears in the desk in front yours
Pietro: “I said pssssh, are you deaf?”
You: “How?”; you turn to look at his previous desk and Wanda looks at you; “Have you teleported?”
Pietro: “I’ll say if you tell what you are”
You: “A human being? A girl?”
Pietro: “Jajajaja, no, silly, I meant your mutation”
You: “I’m a mermaid”
He looks at your legs
Pietro: “Don’t have tail”
You: “I know”
Pietro: “Also, yo
Nothing PersonalI carry the crushing weight of my own silence,
a self-manufactured quiet during the times
where I miss the stars something fiercely -
maybe this creates bad posture, a bending spine,
but I'd like to think it only strengthens me
when the light is blaring and far too bright.
I carry a million words in my jean pockets
just in case my tongue gets shy or
confused - and yes I can see how they
spill as I walk, but it's okay because
they are willing to wait until I need
to go searching for my way home.
I carry particles beneath my fingernails
(my fingertips are in love with my hair
and the dye shows their purple-blue-green
kisses), perfume clings to my skin even
though it is not mine (but it makes no
difference to me, I'll happily wear evidence
of tight hugs and the casual brush of skin),
and I can never escape the feeling of every
step I've taken (I can remember the way it
traveled through my ankles, my muscles clenching
as they cheered me forward).
However it is not what I carry, but how: