Taylor's days were simple. every day she wakes up, goes to work (feeding the stray cats on her way out) and going to work at the local café in her area. There was never really any crime in the area, and she never had to worry about dying because some hero wanted to smash her building in "on accident". That was until, she took out the trash and found the number 3 villain dying in the back alley way. anyone else would've just left the body for the police to find. anyone but her i guess...
|||spur of the moment i decided to make a story about my favorite discord I'm in! pov you all have abilities and are almost all villains bc frick the heroes!!! this is mainly going to be with the ppl i talk to the most over the course of the years, so yeah. sorry if your name doesn't pop up right away!!!
SUPER UNEDITED NOT VERY GOOD AT WRITING BUT ITS JUAT FOR FUN TEHE
platonic soulmates, only platonic ships, actually maybe some romantic ships, we'll see, jokingly flirty with each other, bruhv is my lil platonic wifey ❤️❤️❤️ kind of built like a one shot book, chapters won't be very long and it'll usually be based on dumb little conversations we've had
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"You were worried about me, Specs?" He smirked.
"No, Tyler. I hoped that someone cut up your corpse and fed it to paranas. Obviously I was, you idiot! I'm a doctor. Worrying about people is kind of programmed into my system. It's a curse if you ask me," I surprised myself a lot more than I thought was possible with my answer.
And what did he do? Laugh! He fucking laughed! Not full on rolling- on- the- floor laughter but a laugh nonetheless.
"This isn't funny, Tyler."
"It kind of is. Almost a month ago, I would've sworn that you hated me. Be careful, Specs," he squinted down at me, "or you might actually sound as if you like me."
I rolled my eyes. "Don't flatter yourself. I was concerned. Don't confuse that with affection. It's two very, very different things."
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When you think that all is not lost in the world.
That not all men are pricks and that not all sushi is bad.
When you think that there is a light, no matter how dim, at the end of the tunnel.
When you think that life isn't the ruthless bitch you've always thought it was...
It turns around and bites you in the ass.
When you think that the past will always and forever remain where it should be...
It comes at you from every direction. Like a violent tsunami destroying everything...and everyone in it's path.
Can you change what happened?
I wish.
Can you stop what's going to happen?
God! I really hope so.