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Teen!CastielXTeen!Reader- Cool Kids Chapter 2 You rubbed your eyes as you awoke to your favorite song and your mom shaking you. It was the worst morning you had in two months. Mostly because you had to get up that morning. You closed your eyes for a few seconds and walked to your bureau to select some clothes to seize the day. “Greet the day with a big, fat middle finger and carpe some f*cking diem.” You laughed whenever you said that, it was something your old friend had told you in middle school. Of course you couldn’t remember their name or face, but it’s something endearing. “Come on bud,” You said

Teen!CastielXTeen!Reader- Cool Kids (Chapter 1) It was autumn, and as with the beginning of every autumn school had started. You didn’t have any real friends, just people you talk to. Your mom called them friends, but you always corrected her simply with the word “acquaintance.” It wasn’t that you were anti-social, you had moved around a lot because of your step-dad’s enrollment in the Navy, not making friends had become something of a preventative measure for you. You twisted the knob on your speakers until the sound was bouncing off the walls and shook the floor. Thankfully, you had been left alone at home

CastielXReader Angel of the Lord -- (A/N) Some light cussing. Not too much but just a fair warning. Also dog attacks. Not on the reader though. (A/N) You sighed as the rain began to drum a senseless beat on the window. So much for taking Lucine for a walk, he would understand though. Lucine was a good dog, most of the time, who was protective but not to the point that he attacks the neighborhood kids. “It’s raining hard isn’t it buddy?” You said mindlessly to no one, or maybe your dog. You looked at him when he made a small grunt. “I’m sorry honey, we’ll go on a walk tomorrow. Cross my heart and hop

SherlockXTeen!ReaderXJohn- I Promise [(AN) It it isn't told that the story is told by you or Sherlock the story is being narrated by John. It gets heavy. Might be triggering, I don't know. It depends on you as a person, suicide is one of the things mentioned and there are threats of suicide. If that's too much for you, read something else.] You sighed as you woke from a peaceful-enough dream. Dad was blowing things up, again. Why did it always happen at four in the goddamn morning? Shaking your head, you would plug your phone into the speaker that hung on its perch above your head. (band name) was/were always a blessing on mornings like thi