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Author's Note: Hey Anxnymous here! I was thinking some pretty deep thoughts one night in the dark lying in my bed and I guess this is the result of it??? So, uh, I guess this is what happens when I read in too deep into a character and get attached to them. Enjoy, comment and fave? Warning: Might be a tad OOC The door creaked open as you peeked through into the medical ward, trying to ignore the pained groans of soldiers lying in overcrowded cots. Your eyes found brown ones, and you slipped through the gap and closed the door.                “Hello [f/n]…”                “Oh [f/n], what are you doing here?”

Hey guys! This is the second story I've written so far. Please let me know what you guys think in the comments so I can build myself up to become the best writer I can be! Thanks for reading! Have a nice day/night :) —•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•— Danny Fenton can name a million things he loves about you. One of his favorites is the fact that you're a walking furnace. You were halfa who just so happened to be pyrokinetic. Danny wondered how someone so cute could put fear in the hearts of his enemies. Probably because of you

“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

You, Dally, and Pony were all headed to the Nightly Double to catch a movie. Dally was giving you a piggy-back ride, your arms around his neck, as you simply mocked the Socs. You held your head high, talking in a snobbish way as you bragged and bragged. “I’m a Southside Soc, and I’m amazing! I have a fancy house and a Mustang, and I jump Greasers because I have nothing better to do with my great life!” Dally and Pony both laughed as you flipped your (h/l), (h/c) hair back. You giggled as you turned on the street Johnny lived on. Your laughs were cut short, however, as you heard the screaming and shouting coming from

Mike sat in the office, laughing his ass off. You were standing in front of the stage during yours and Mike's night shift, staring straight at Freddy. Bonnie and Chica sat on the edge of the stage, watching you both and munching on popcorn as you and Freddy stared each other dead in the eye. A tense atmosphere filled the air, only breaking when Mike came into the dining area, laughing. "(Y-Y/n)! (Y-Y/n), what are you doing?!" he laughed, holding his stomach. You didn't look away from Freddy as you crossed your arms. "This little bastard here was giving me weird looks when i walked in earlier!" you snapped. "Hey!" Freddy yelled, his robotic

(y/n) always wondered why her floor had to be the farthest away from the main common area, or the “I actually want to be social” floor, as Clint called it. It made midnight snacking a real risk, especially when you were prone to falling asleep standing up. The door slid open at the top floor. She didn’t bother with any lights and walked straight into the kitchen. She had been making this trip almost every night for the past month. The fridge door clicked open illuminating the room for a moment as she removed the carton of milk. She opened the carton and placed it to her lips, tilting her head back and closing her eyes as th

-- (name) Sat in her room waiting.  She had just changed into her comfiest pajamas, and now she was waiting for her friend to show up at her window. Jack frost.  She couldn't wait to carry out her plans.  Soon enough, it frosted over. "Jack!" She shouted, and then she let him in. The guardian had known (name) for a while now, since she was about 13. As she became older, though, Jack had realized how beautiful she had become.  She had shot up to a healthy height, and her (eye color) eyes had matured. 'Other parts of her have grown as well.' He thought, a blush quickly coming to his pale face. To cover this up, Jack wrapped her in a frosty h

You sighed, lightly placing the last plate on the drying rack. It had been a few days since Hershel had decided that he trusted your group enough to let you into the house. You had volunteered to help Maggie in the kitchen. The guys were pretty bad at cooking, Carol was still worried about Sophia, as were you all, Andrea was always following Shane around like a puppy, and Lori was being distant. It was a lot to cook for everyone, but someone had to do the work. Maggie entered the kitchen. "Thank you for taking care of the dishes (Name)." "It was no problem. How is everyone doing?" "Daryl still isn't back from looking for Sophia. I saved di