InkedGoddess

Hey all you wonderful readers! I'm super sorry that the last chapter seemed rushed, I was just super tired and bummed out but now I'm happy and super hyped! I hope you like this chapter! Please enjoy and comment! Thanks guys! Angel, over and out!                   ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Reader's P.O.V " Well, lets see him then!" ordered the head cheerleader as I stood before the door in which Kyle, Kenny, Stan, Cartman, Wendy and Angel stood behind, ready in their new sense of fashion a.k.a in their newly brought clothing (I already had mine on). " Actually, Kenny, Stan, Cartman, Wendy and Angel are also ta

"Trick r' treat!" A small dog cried out, holding a floral pillow case. The older woman giggled, handing him a goody bag. "Awe! What a cute costume, now you be safe no OK?" She chortled. The young boy thanked her and ran off to his older sister, who -ironically- was dressed up as a cat. "Look! She gave me a goody bag!" He pointed excitedly. (y/n) smiled at him. "Awesome, let's go to the next house!" Nodding anxiously, he ran up to the next house while she jogged up to the end of the sidewalk. (y/n) looked at the setting sun and snickered; as they say, the early bird get's the worm. Running a hand through her (h/l) (h/c) hair, they continued t

It was all in that damn notebook. Or so he thought. Death The Kid was thinking about what he figured was in her notebook. Who she actually loved out of all the guys at the acadamy. Nobody actually knew what it was for sure, all they knew was that she carried it around with her everywhere. And with not knowing, there were rumors of course. "I heard she draws dead people in it." "Really? I thought she wrote creepy poems or something" There were rumors about anything and everything she could put in that small (Perfectly symmetrical, as noted by Kid) notebook. But still nobody knew what was actually inside of it. Kid was bound and determined to

Attention (Death the Kid x Reader 2) (Author’s note:  This was a request from “PrincessVictini” n_n!  I hope you all enjoy it~!) “What about Saturday?”  His voice was slightly muffled through the speaker of your cell-phone.  You flipped the page of your book and nodded absently.  Your brows furrowed, however, as you remembered that you had promised to cook dinner for your family that day.  Your parents were always working and they wanted for you to take more responsibility around the house.  You sighed. “Can’t.  I promised my parents I would fix dinner,” you admitted.  You felt so guilty.  It

Crash (Death the Kid x Reader) “Alrighty!” You smiled broadly as the latch on your door clicked open.  The hinges gave off a slight screech as you pressed forward into the dark apartment.  Kid followed closely behind, his eyes a bit weary from lack of sleep.  “Now remember, my home is your home.  Just don’t go snooping through my dresser, okay?” Kid’s posture became rigid at the very suggestion.  “I would never—” he stopped mid-sentence as his foot became imbedded in some sort of box.  He tried shaking it off, but failed.  After a moment, you flipped the light-switch on to reveal that he

You cupped your hands behind your back and fidgeted outside your bedroom door, slightly nervous as to what was to come. You let out a deep breath as sweat ran down the back of your neck from how hot it was in the house. You took a step forward, reaching one hand out to grip the doorknob but retracted it, letting out a groan of nervousness. Why was this so hard? Just go in and tell him! He'll be delighted. Your subconscious growled at you, more than exasperated that you were being so difficult. And what if he's not? You know how he is. You argued back, shaking your head before taking a hesitant step back away from the door. He's not ready, a

The fog grew thicker the higher up you went, your version grew blurry and your arms began to feel weak. Your strength became weaker and weaker by the second, you could hear the flutter of the snitch's wings close by but you couldn't see the actual thing amongst the heavy fog. You wanted to give up there and then but you knew you couldn't, you didn't want to let down Allistor but then again it wasn't really fair on your behalf as 1st years shouldn't be playing Quidditch but Allistor got himself in a bet with the captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team,  Gilbert Beilschmidt to see which house had the best 1st year Quidditch player, which i

Slender fingers gently rubbed over the purplish blue spots spread out all over his skin, a gasp passing the male's lips. His girlfriend [Y/N], always had the tendency to touch the bruises he had earned from skidding across the floor as a libero, but her touches were always tender, and it made his pale cheeks turn pink. "You work so hard.." She murmured, [H/C] locks falling in front of her face. Nishinoya looked down at her, raising a hand to tuck the tresses behind her ear, and a small smile turned up at the corners of his mouth. "Ngn.. Yeah." [E/C] hues flickered up to her boyfriend, her thumb ran along the smooth but bruised skin, and s