After Barry's mother is murdered he is heartbroken. Basically I had this irrepressible urge to listen to When I Was from A Very Potter Senior Year and I had the idea that it could be great inspiration for an angst fic. After spending 5 or 10 minutes looking on AO3, I decided to write this. It just kind of happened. This is a one-shot. It may become a two-shot later with his father's death if I get enough requests. Thank you to @rAnDOm-caPitAls for the awesome cover (again).

"You either die a hero, or live long enough to become the villain." "This isn't some comic Loki, there are other options and if there aren't, I'll make my own." Who's more delusional? A man that thinks he will rule with war? Or a man who thinks he could escape it?

WHAT IF YOU COULD HEAR THOUGHTS? Thanks to her ability to mind-drop, Cassie can hear the thoughts of everyone around her. But sometimes her telepathy is more of a curse than a psychic gift, especially when it comes to Will Rossi. REASON #1: He pushes his thoughts at her, whether she wants to hear them or not. REASON #2: His sexy, vindictive ex-girlfriend. REASON #3: His dimples are absolutely, 100% distracting. To her surprise, Cassie feels drawn to Will's electromagnetic vibes. Yet, as she falls for him, she discovers their relationship has some serious side effects. She begins to have dreams about the future - dreams that come true in horrifying ways. Cassie needs to learn to trust Will, or she won't be able to prevent the tragedy that she sees coming.

Tessa Young is an 18 year old college student with a simple life, excellent grades, and a sweet boyfriend. She always has things planned out ahead of time, until she meets a rude boy named Hardin, with too many tattoos and piercings who shatters her plans.

Scenes, covers, poems, and quotes that I like or that pop into my obscure head. 😊

Watty Award Winner 2011) *ORIGINAL SERIES* This is the first book of the Original Death Is My BFF Series, which won the Watty Awards in 2011! *** Death came knocking at her door. Well actually, he pounded. Faith Williams has always been a little odd, but never before did she think she was one of a kind. Enter Death, the legendary, sadistic, and irresistible Grim Reaper who sparred Faith's life when she was a child. The more she tries to resist him, the more he's popping up in her life and turning it entirely upside down. Death is dangerous with a dark past and a thirst for revenge, and Faith Williams is slowly becoming unable to resist his power over her. Who is the man under the hood? What does he want with her? Most importantly, why the hell does he have a name for his scythe? ** This is the FIRST of the DIMBFF series. *** Fan Made Book Cover uses image from = michellemonique on Deviantart.com! http://michellemonique.deviantart.com/ MY WRITING PAGE! Please join! http://www.facebook.com/pages/Kat-aka-katrocks247-from-Wattpad/208740202517075

*NO GREEK MYTHOLOGY* Perseus 'Percy' Achilles Jackson was always in foster care. Never knew his real parents or how he got his powers of water and shadow. From a young start he learned that no one is nice and that once people are home they show their real colors as a world class jerk. He doesn't remember how many homes he was kicked out of or how many he ran away from but he knows that he is never there for a full year. At 4 year olds he learned how to take care of himself and earn money, he learned to cook food and how to pickpocket people along with who has the most money on the streets. Now 12 years old he is in New York City living with yet again another abuser named Gabe something (he never bothered to learn last names), he was in New York where the Avengers were. What happens when Percy tried to pickpocket from a blond spy and is caught? This story contain Norse demigods This story mentions abuse This story does not contained sexual abuse This story is going to be a bit sad This story was asked by @booklover121345 NOTE: THIS BOOK IS PRETTY MUCH A CLUSTER F AND I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I WAS THINKING WHEN I WROTE THIS WEIRD BOOK NOTE: This book is weird and I have no idea where my brain went with it and information contained, you are allowed to skip over if you very much disagree with.

Started: March, 2017 Finished: N/A A little after a certain acrobat's parent's death, the boy had murdered his parent's killer, Tony Zucco, in cold blood. He shakily held the gun to his face, looking at it. And then he slowly smiled. A crazed smile. An insane smile. Oh, how the color of blood, the color crimson, was so beautiful. Oh, how he wanted to show everyone the color. He knew he was bleeding to death. He knew he would probably die. He didn't care. He started laughing. And he wouldn't stop. -- Dick Grayson was left behind that day, and Gore rose to the stage. Gore, the young mercenary, the third greatest detective, the skilled hacker, and the what-seemed-to-be-sober killer. Five years later, trouble leads straight to Gore, and a project behind-the-scenes seems to have been the cause of it. - "The blood on my hands does not scare me, but the blood that had led me to misery does."

(Sidekicks don't exist. The main six start off as villains called the 'Young Injustice League'. I call this AU Villain AU.) I am Renegade. The future heir of Ra's al Ghul. A shadow leaguer. A 'cold hearted' assassin. Though some would call me Richard Grayson. I am Paralyze. The apprentice of Captain Cold. A speedy accident. A 'cold hearted' speedster. Though some would call me Wally West. I am Tigeress. The daughter of Sports Master. A former abandon child. A 'cold hearted' murderer. Though some would call me Artemis Crock. I am Krypt. The clone of Superman. A Cadmus experiment. A 'cold hearted' hybrid. Though some would call me Conner Kent. I am M.H(MartianHunter). The Martian from Mars. An undercover talon. A 'cold hearted' alien. Though some would call me Megan Morse. I am Riptide. The son of Black Manta. A fallen royalty. A 'cold hearted' Atlantean. Though some would call me Kaldur'ahm. Together we are Young Injustice. We try to impress our masters, We want our enemies to pay, But right now our minds are stirring, And we're slowly breaking away.