Punk-princess109

Author's Note: Peter and reader-chan are both about sixteen or seventeen in this, not twelve like in the book and movie. I dunno how he grew up, but he did because DAMMIT I WANTED TO WRITE PETER PAN FLUFF.  (In my world though he's not going to age anymore) Peter couldn’t help it. He, the Boy Who Wouldn’t Grow Up, had fallen in love. And frankly, he didn’t like it one bit. He didn’t want to love you; loving someone meant growing up. And that was the exact opposite of what he wanted to do. And so Peter did nothing about it, merely let the knowledge stew in his brain until he thought he would burst if he didn’

Dark!RussiaXReader part 1 "Leave me alone you creep!" You screamed at the tall Russia boy. The creepy guys name was Ivan Braginski, a foreign exchange student who was from the frozen hell that is the Russian Federation. He had been following you around for the longest time. "Why my sunflower?" He said with a creepy aura coming around him. "I musn't let anyone touch or harm you, da?" You shut your locker and gritted your teeth. "For the last time, I am NOT your sunflower! I don't even know you!" You said, with a aggravated look on your face. He spoke, "Oh but I know you _____." You stared at him. "I'm Ivan by the way." "I don't care who you

He stood slouched over and hands in his pockets. His jet black hair looked as if he rarely brushed it. He was… disgusting… but in a way, beautiful. He looked over at you, and waved you over. Was he waking to you? He made eye contact so, most likely. You walked over and he greeted you "Hello, ______." He said with a plain voice "I'm Hideki Ryuga" You stare at him, "how do you know my name?" Hideki answers with the same blank expression "You're supposed to show me around school" You nodded "Yeah, okay. I'll show you around" You began walk towards the café with him fallowing "This is the cafeteria" You explain "Next door is the Sc

It was already evening in the town. Today was Sunday, a day where most people don't have work - but that's not you. You worked in the library in Brooks-burg, England. You had argued the fact that people would want to read on their day off, but truly you didn't believe that you just wanted the peace and feeling of an empty library with thousands of books to read. You loved working on Sundays; you seemed to have read at least half of the library. You've recently been reading a book that you know well, it was about an earl from fifty years ago, that disappeared suddenly. His name was Earl Ciel Phantomhive. It told that he left after having a la

~A/N: Listen As You Read! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vr5LyvRWgbI WARNING: Contains Sexual And Physical Abuse. Both Characters Are 20+ ~ Tough girl, in the fast lane No time for love, no time for hate No drama no time, for games Tough girl, whose soul aches     Every moment was one of having the sensation of fear trickle through her veins as if it were now a part of the blood keeping her alive, despite her yearning pleas to fade away as quickly as her pride had. Every movement of hers incorporated short and ragged breaths along with trembling hands and wobbling knees as she shivered down to her core not just from increasing alarm, but

You walked into the small apartment, your head feeling as though it would split in two. You rubbed your temples but the headache persisted. You didn't bother to knock, because Juuzou didn’t look the door when he left. The light was on; he always left lights on. So you walked in heavy breathing and take your way to the bathroom, were you left your medicine yesterday. Your limbs left numb and your vision blurred a little. Still you were walking towards the bathroom. To see more you turned the light on and began to search for your pills. As much as you tried to remember, you couldn’t say where you have left it. Slowly your sign blur

“Tell me who did it!” “We didn’t do it!”   A bloodcurdling scream echoed in the abandoned warehouse, bouncing on the walls and floor and making it seem like a horror movie or game.   “Now Waylon, do you really want to cause your sister more pain?” “Don’t listen to him, Waylon! Stick to your guns!” “I wouldn’t be too quick to say that, (y/n), given that you have a gun to your head.” (y/n) did have someone putting a pistol against her head, threating to shoot her. However the knife to Waylon’s neck was more important to her. “Listen to me, you sick ps