PureOne1

Author's Note - This isn't the kind of story where Reader-Chan is a virgin, and is wanting to wait until marriage for sex. So if you want something like that, look somewhere else. "Hey, (Name)?" "Mmm?" "....are you a virgin?" (Name) froze, her eyes still glued to the TV screen in front of her. She had been in the process of channel flipping when her boyfriend, Gilbert Beilschmidt, had asked her that question, out of no where. Her arm was outstretched, grasping the remote in her hand, and her eyes grew wide. Her expression was one of complete and utter shock. Slowly, and almost comically, her head turned toward Gilbert, staring at him. If

Winter. "Damn it, damn it." You hissed under your breath, "Why does it exist, why!?" Your whisper turned into a shout of irritation. Your arms tucked in firmly under your arm pits, your body bracing against the bitterly cold winter you head out into the white snowy terrain, into the icing topped woods. You stumble through the white woods, shivering and rattling like a child's toy, muttering under your chaffed blue lips. Why were you out? Oh because your mother felt it would be good to get some fresh air. Just standing on the porch of your stone cottage in the middle of winter would have sufficed but no, you were shoved out the front door, w

                   Chapter Thirty-Four: Understanding           You stare at Pitch, his eyes immediately locking with yours first. Your heart jumped in your chest, not expecting to face the dark spirit so quickly.           You though when the moment came, you would hate him, despise him with a burning passion. Make him pay for everything he had done. For killing Sandy, for putting the children in danger’s way, for making you suffer. Even the thought of execution sounded appealing in a way. All this man had ever caused you and others was pain, horrors, and heartache. He deserved every horrible thing that came his way. And yet.  

You were known to be hardworking and you were also known for your scientific passion. This is why you worked to jobs. One at STAR Labs, where you dealt with the mechanical engineering; and the second, at the Central City Police Department as a forensic scientist. You were the youngest member of the department until Detective Joe West introduced you to your new lab partner – Barry Allen. Because you had worked there on your own for a long time, it was hard for you to consider sharing the workspace with someone you barely knew. Captain Singh had tried previously to get you a lab partner but you chased them away when they couldn’t k

  Author’s Note: The story begins with both Barry and the reader being sophomores in high school. This story is ehh; I dunno, it’s not that great but I spent a lot of time on this so I still want to post it. I feel like Barry’s pretty out of character too agh I’m sorry. Oh, also, the whole story is pre-the Flash, so I might write another part later when he actually becomes the Flash. This is loosely based on the song of the same name by Jesse McCartney (which I’m like obsessed with, YOU GUYS SHOULD REALLY GO LISTEN TO IT), link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZZ5iCKed6mk . Anyways, hopefully you don’t hate

*(Y/N)'s P.O.V* I dived below the trees so I could see where Auron was hiding. I saw movement, and a hint of blue resembling Auron's suit. I narrowed my eyes and headed for it, I could see the blonde haired man running, somehow his crown still managing to stay atop his head and his hair and clothes refusing to fall our of place. "Auron!" I yelled, he gasped and stopped looking up at me. I lowered myself to the ground standing face to face with him "my father?" he asked "he's alive but he won't be harming the Moors anytime soon", Auron let out a relieved sigh. "You should be getting back" I said "why? Can't I stay here forever?" he asked. I

*(Y/N)'s P.O.V* I was one of the few who couldn't remember their deaths, nor who I was before I died. I had asked the dead scientists, the dead oracles. No one was going to tell me, saying it was better I found out on my own. All I know is I woke up here, in this land of nightmares, Halloween Town, wearing a tattered dress (yes I created that outfit set). I sighed as I walked the grave yard, odd wasn't it. In a land of death there's a graveyard. I heard a distant barking, looking up I saw Zero the ghost of a dog. And in the distance I head a voice "Zero!" then a whistling "come here boy!". Zero simply floated over to me. I crouched down the

The asphalt meets the balls of your feet with hard slaps as you sprint to the cemetery, the stolen spell book writhing against your chest. And yet, no matter the value in your now saved soul, how well Thackery’s plan was executed, the guilt within your heart swells with every step. You’ll never admit to anyone that the Sanderson Brothers grew on you, that you found some sick enjoyment being around them. Such a notion causes for your stride to falter more than a few times, and you never stop looking back with misplaced hope. This is for the town’s sake, you tell yourself, and push harder forward. This is for the town’s