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(y/n) always wondered why her floor had to be the farthest away from the main common area, or the “I actually want to be social” floor, as Clint called it. It made midnight snacking a real risk, especially when you were prone to falling asleep standing up. The door slid open at the top floor. She didn’t bother with any lights and walked straight into the kitchen. She had been making this trip almost every night for the past month. The fridge door clicked open illuminating the room for a moment as she removed the carton of milk. She opened the carton and placed it to her lips, tilting her head back and closing her eyes as th

                                *~*~Your POV*~*~      You stood at the entrance of the tall building you will now be calling your high school. The nerves were high as you walked into the building. It was easy getting in. The halls were deserted... Were you late?! You looked up fearfully at the clock overhead... 6:14. You were early... So where was everyone else?      You walked down the hall leisurely, knowing you had plenty of time before you had to go to class, much less getting stampeded by a rabid group of fangirls. Wait a minute...      You were flat on your face before you heard them... Which was almost impossible because they were

"Can I ask you a question?" a voice asked, which startled you. Turning around you came face to face with the usually quiet and emotionless Norwegian named Lukas. He brushed back a piece of his white-blonde bang, as he impatiently awaited your reply. His dull blue eyes held a twinkle of magic as always, as his gaze searched over your face. "Didn't you just technically ask me a question?" you teased, as you leaned against a nearby cream wall. "____, I am being serious." he scolded, his blue eyes glared at you. "Alright, what is your question?" you questioned. "Do you believe in magic?" he asked, a glint of hope flashed in his eyes. "Do I

Nordics x Little!Reader The Awesomeness Of Uncle Denmark (Warning: Um...as much as I am embarrassed to say this...there are some things mentioned in this that are not appropriate for minors...yeah. That's it.) "(Name), my favourite niece how about your Uncle Denmark tells you a little something huh?" (Name) scrambled onto Denmark's lap as he slumped on the sofa; rubbing his red face in pain. It took him a while but he manage to spend the whole morning trying to wash the marker off. Thankfully for him, the marker wasn't permanent. When (Name) was fully settled on his lap, Denmark held the child so that she wouldn't fall. "What is it you wa