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                                                SS Chapter 19:                                                                         Tear Streaks                                                                                                    Xxx You xxX        Before he could say anything Rivka came back. Meira forgot her ball. You heard a gasp and realized Rivka just saw you with your shirt wide open and Ludwig hovering dangerously close overtop of you. You shoved him away and tried to put your tattered uniform back together.        "It's not what it looks l-" Ludwig started with wide eyes.        Rivka just held up a hand and

Pain racked through your body.  You didn't want to move at all.  You were perfectly fine staying glued to your bed and not attempting any type of activity.  You stared up at your ceiling, eyes unable to focus on anything.  You didn't need to check your forehead to see if you were sick- you could already tell because the heat was seeping down your body.  Your sheets were wet from sweat and there felt like something was rising in the back of your throat.   Your phone went off. Looking to the side you could see your phone moving around your table from the high vibration setting you had put on it earlier. But that’s all you did.  Was stare

Authors Note: Please comment below!! Would love some feedback!! ---------- “Hey, can someone tell me why there’s a kid here? On our floor?” Reid, JJ, Garcia, Rossi, and Prentiss all looked up at Morgan, confusion evident in their gazes. “What kid?” Prentiss looked over by the doors of the office area of their floor to see a girl, no older than 15, sitting down with what looked like a sketchpad, only a few yards from them. The rest of the team quickly spotted her too. “Do you think she’s lost?” Reid inquired. “In this place? I would think it’d be pretty hard to just wander into

You sighed, resting your cheek on your palm. You could hear Haley yelling at Hotch through the phone, and you shifted uncomfortably. You and the rest of the team were on the jet, flying back after a case. “Haley, we can talk about this later.” Aaron whispered loudly enough for you to hear, he was pacing back and forth at one end of the jet, one hand running angrily through his hair. You couldn’t hear her response, but you saw him pale slightly, his hand dropping limply to his side. “No, Haley, please don’t do this.” He pleaded, his voice cracking slightly. You looked at him worriedly, what could she possi

 “How much longer, sorella?” “Hang on.” I typed a few words into the “KEYWORDS” bar, clicked a check box, and hit the “SUBMIT” button. The screen loaded and went to a page with me new drawing posted. “There. All done.” Feliciano leaned forward and looked at the picture onscreen for a long moment, then beamed at me. “E ‘molto bello, sorella!” I smiled back. “Grazie, Feli,” I said, giving him a peck on the cheek. I clicked on my message box and sifted through my messages, and was a bit surprised to see one message in particular. “There&rsqu

[CONTAINS SOME STRONG LANGUAGE AND MILD VIOLENCE] It all started with a bang. Well, more of a boom, really. I was stationed somewhere in the Middle East––I had lost track of the specifics by now. My partner Alfred and I had gotten separated from our platoon. How we managed to lose them in a place that was all sand I’ll never figure out. We came across a dirt road and decided to follow it until we found some resemblance of civilization. We were both heavily loaded down with tan camo and ammunition, each of us still holding our respective rifles. “Maybe you should try to contact the major,” I said, wiping a

There was a sharp knock on the door. Steve startled awake, groaning as he groggily came to. It was light outside the slatted blinds and the air was thick with the bitter smell of alcohol and smoke. He was lying face down on his bunk, green collared shirt rumpled on his chest and his blond hair was a mess from the pillow. Levering himself onto his forearms, he pressed the heel of his palm to his forehead, wincing.  "Who is it?" Steve called in a scratchy morning voice. His mouth was dry and his head was pounding. This was by far the worst hangover he'd had in seventy years.  "Open the door, Rogers." Natasha's voice was muffled through the do

Steve Rogers woke up to the day before his alarm even went off. It was usual, now. Another habit he had gained from the army. Not the best one, but it could be fairly useful at times. He got up from the bed after another badly slept night. The mattress was too soft. He sighed and slowly slid his hand down his face, but followed with his routine nonetheless. After a short shower and dressing up, Steve made his way out of the bedroom, but then stopped as he heard clattering on the kitchen. Steve looked at the corner, making sure his shield was where he had last placed. The only problem: it was located in a spot clearly seen from the kitchen.

"Just get yourself a man already" Tony slurred taking another sip of his fifth drink. "You're drunk Stark, go to bed it's one in the morning" You said throwing a pillow at him. "No I wanna know why you don't have a boyfriend" He said tossing the pillow back at you. You rolled your eyes. Tony had started to bug you about not dating anyone and it was always worse when he was drunk. Which was right now. "Tony, I don't need one. We went through this. Besides being an Avenger and dating don't exactly go hand in hand" "Do you even like anyone?" He said taking the last sip of his drink and frowning. "As a matter of fact I do, but that's none of