Bloody-Aliice

“I'm invisible!” Bucky exclaimed, defeated after the girl left. For the second time tonight a pretty girl came up to Steve and him and started cooing and giggling at Steve's every word all the while looking at him like he was the most delicious eye candy she had ever laid her eyes on. It was simply infuriating to see the roles swapped like that! “I'm turning into you, it's like a horrible nightmare!” He realized the irony of the situation. That's how Steve must have felt the whole time – every time Bucky charmed a girl and he was left alone at the bar, not even drinking more than one beer because he had such

Disclaimer: I do not own Peter Pan or Once Upon a Time. A/N: This story does not consider the fact that Peter Pan is related to Rumpelstiltskin and Henry in any way. A strange and quite unusual unrest reigned in the camp and the lost boys whispered questions to one another, wondering what was happening. Most of them just wanted to go back to sleep, while some refused to fall asleep not knowing what the reason for all this fuss was. The low whispers suddenly stopped mid-sentence when Felix walked past the group of sleepy boys. His features were twisted in an ungraceful displeased frown and his entire aura screamed 'shut the fuck up or you'll

 The very reason behind your presence here remained a mystery, even to you. Something cold, wet and rough scratched against your cheek, the biting of the wind on your drenched body sent a flash of pain through your bones and your eyes fluttered open, only to see a blurred version of what was before you. The brightness of the sun hurt your sore eyes so you closed them again. At some point you realized that you were laying on the ground. It wasn’t totally hard like stone, but still highly uncomfortable and every single one of your tired limbs screamed you to get up but no matter how ardently you desired to raise and find shelter to war

The Wait is Over Word Count : 8,4 Synopsis: You're a young prodigy of an engineer recruited by Stark. As the months pass, you get cozy in the Stark Tower and befriend the Avengers, becoming an important part of the team as the little genius and apprentice of both Stark and Bruce. Unfortunately for you, you get involved in the whole Winter Soldier business, and before you know it, you're in too deep to turn around. Bucky Barnes got from supporting character to gravitational center of your life. Two and a half years ago, your life was turned upside down. Back then it felt like a completely normal – yet somehow surreal – day

(Y/N) was a nice girl, she always has been. No, actually, she was the nice girl. Yeah you know which one. The one that everybody is friends with because you just can't hate her, she's too nice. The one who has soft, wavy hair no matter what, and a clear skin, but once again, you cannot really jealous her to the point where you'd hate her. You simply can't. But she was also that girl that everybody took for granted and enjoyed pushing her buttons, to try her limits. The nice girl people underestimated and never took time to get to know, because what else is there to see? She's just a nice girl. “Hey, who's that chick over there?”

“Hey, what's up ?” Your friend's voice made you jump in surprise and drop your keys on the floor. “Wow, someone's on the nerves today!” She tried to joke as she bend down to pick up you keys. You gladly took them and thanked her before opening your locker. “Just had a bad night and a long day ahead of me” You sigh. It was finals week and you couldn't be more stress or anxious than you were for the last few days. It got to the point where you barely manged to swallow anything because it simply made you want to puke just to look at food. You almost killed yourself from studying every day for the last months b

Tonight's sky was dark and starless, and the moon remained hidden behind the invisible clouds hovering above her head. If it wasn't for the streetlights, she would be swallowed by darkness. Right now, it felt like she could disappear in the night, in a snap. Her pace increased slightly when she began to move her short legs faster, her arms tightly holding herself, as if she was trying not to fall apart, and her arms were the last thing preventing her from bursting out of her skin. Wiping her hair to the side, the girl looked up, still searching for a star – just one – but the sky stayed oddly murky. Now that she was looking up she