Deal - DoFP!Quicksilver x Reader by kayoenfreer, literature
Literature
Deal - DoFP!Quicksilver x Reader
“You, Pietro Maximoff, are a menace!” You say with a laugh as Pietro sets you down on the couch in his basement.
“And you, [First Name] [Last Name], are an enabler.” He responds, ruffling your [Hair Color] hair. You laugh and stick your tongue out at him, but you don’t deny it. Ever since you realized that Pietro was like you, the two of you have been wreaking havoc together.
Earlier that day, you had been using your power of light manipulation to make a laser pointer and target things for Pietro to take. It started out simple: A pencil on the floor, an eraser at the edge of a desk... but the stakes had slowly
WORDS In Recovery (PART 2) by gameguy199, literature
Literature
WORDS In Recovery (PART 2)
Raph followed Leatherhead, doing his best to keep up with the large gator who somehow managed to move surprisingly fast for his size. Making their way through the tunnels in silence raph took a moment to look at his surroundings. He’d been in this tunnel before, but not for a while. Last time the red brick walls had been bare and 'clean'; but now graffiti covered the bricks, and the vague smell of smoke met his nostrils.
After a few moments Leatherhead turned to him and spoke. "Recently junkies and homeless people have been coming into the sewers to escape the cold. Splinter wants you to help me clear them out. Ok?"
Raph nodded. "Ok
An eighteen year old boy didn't know what to do with his life. Then he decided to join the army. His father felt proud' his mother cried and made him promise to come back, and his brother made plans when he got back. 6 months went by, he used to send letters every week, then as time went by he sent fewer and fewer letters. Until finally they stopped coming all together. His mother cried and prayed every night. His father hoped for his youngest son to come home. His Brothers stopped smiling and talking about him. 2 days later they got the news......he broke his promise.
The ones who are all ways there watching.
The ones who go unnoticed in the halls.
The ones who hurt the most, but no one cares.
The ones who want to be loved.
They are The Forgotten Ones.