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Hot… one word that could describe the situation you were in. Ninety-eight-degree temperature and you’re sitting up high on a chair, in a red suit, surveying loud children in the cool refreshing water that you’re not allowed to swim in until your shift ends. Glancing at the clock on the wall you groan, which doesn’t happen until five. Huffing, you pull the stupid lifeguard hat down onto your head to block out the sun. Leaning back in the chair, you hug the squishy lifesaver to your chest, people watching. Peering out over the pool you seek out the culprit for this position. Hearing a childish laugh, you whip your head

Part III Hanji was so intrigued by the way that this love triangle is going on. She smirked to herself as she walked back to her office, sitting down as she threw away her breakfast box that you bought for her this morning. She heard a knock on her door, hearing the person walking inside her office. Mike entered himself, looking at his friend as he watched her grin at something. “What did you call me for?” “Oh, Mike. I just figured something out just a few minutes ago..” Mike continued to look at her suspiciously, walking inside her office as he made himself comfortable. Hanji started to explain Rivaille’s si

Well I don’t know how and I don’t know why When something’s living well you can’t say die "Bucky Barnes, you give that back!" you shouted, holding up your skirts as you chased the dark-haired boy down the sidewalk. At eleven years old, you were one grade behind your two best friends, the boys from Brooklyn, Steve Rogers and James Buchanan 'Bucky' Barnes. "Bucky!" "Aw, c'mon, [Name]! I just want to read what you spend all day writing about!" Bucky called back, sending you a large grin over his shoulder before he started to shout out the first lines from your diary. "Yesterday, Steve and I sat under the tree for lunch!

When they reached the river a little less than an hour later, you were waiting diligently atop a tall rock with your chin rested on your bent knee while the your other leg dangled over the edge. You dropped down next to Gandalf when Thorin announced you would camp here for a while and then started wandering up river, prompting Fili to call, “Where are you headed, lass?” You turned and gave him a lopsided grin, “To find a place to clean up away from the prying eyes of cheeky dwarves. If you value your life I suggest you do not follow.” You continued on as Gandalf chuckled and Thorin tugged the ears of the two princes,

         You drummed your fingers against the table as you waited impatiently for the poetry reading to begin.  You loved the coffee and tea shop to pieces and normally you were a very chilled person when it came to delays, that seemed to happen at every reading, but this time was different from all the times before. This time you crush was reading something; something he said was for you. Your left leg jiggled like a little child’s when they have to go pee, but you ceased the motion once your knee collided with the underside of the table. You checked your watch yet again and was about to get up and find the manager when he finally walk

You were spending the afternoon with Queen Guinevere chatting and keeping each other company while Arthur and the others were out being boys on the training grounds.   “So, (y/n), is there any boy that you fancy?” she asked out of the blue. You blushed and turned your head away; there was a boy, well man really, that you fancied but you hadn’t told anyone. “There is someone, isn’t there?” she smiled and practically bounced over to you, “Oh come on, you can tell me. Who is it?”   “Merlin,” you muttered quickly under your breath.   “I knew it!” she cheered and you whipped

He always said that emotions were weak, a disadvantage, but his current thoughts were not reflecting this mantra. He looked at you as he sipped his tea; the way you laughed, (h/c) hair pulled back into a messy ponytail, the stains littering your apron. He could read you like an open book, one look and he knew what you had for breakfast and if you had any plans for the evening. So why you of all people, how come you were causing him, the ‘ice man’ to melt? (E/c) orbs met his across the bustling tea room before focussing in on the next customer. Mycroft finished his tea and left, the genius failing to notice yours following him as h

Natasha? -TS Stark -NR Why is (Name) crying? -TS She's crying? -NR Yeah.... -TS Well now she's ripping Cap a new one -TS I'll be there in 20 -NR Hurry, she's eating Thor's poptarts -TS #~#~#~#~# WHY MUST YOU HURT ME SO? -TO BECAUSE I CAN! -(Y/I) THOSE MORTAL DELICACIES WERE MY PROPERTY! -TO WELL I ATE EVERY SINGLE POPTART IN THE CUPBOARD! KISS MY MORTAL ASS! -(Y/I) YOU MUST BE ILL.... -TO #~#~#~#~# What the hell is wrong with (Name)? -CB She's on her period -BB How would you know that? -CB Natasha told me -BB How do we fix it? -CB You can't fix it -BB WHAT IF WE GET INFECTED! I HAVE TO KILL HER! -CB We can't get infected