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Cloud-WatchingWally and Boy Wonder lay on the floral blanket they had draped over the grassy hill to watch the clouds. Summer was an extremely anticipated time of year for the kids. Because of the sheer heat, villains and criminals were just too drowsy and unenergetic to cause as much trouble as they did in the rest of the year. The young heroes finally had a bit of free-time to just be kids.
Boy Wonder pointed upward at one of the clouds. "Look. It kind of looks like the Batman symbol," he said with a slight smile. Wally scoffed and put his hands behind his head.
"How can you see anything with those stupid sunglasses, anyways?" Wally jeered. "You know, you shouldn't have to wear those around me. You and I have been friends longer than anyone else. And yet you still have to hide your identity "
Robin glanced at him a moment. A soft sigh left his lips, and he looked away.
Wally continued. "When we're out on missions, you wear that dumb mask. How can you even see anything? None of us wear masks.
The BeachIke gently intertwined his fingers with Pit's as they walked down the warm sidewalk. Ike held the beach bags with the change of clothes and towels as Pit held the bag of sunglasses and sunscreen. Ike offered to hold both, but the brunette insisted to hold something. That's what he loved about Pit. He was always so sweet and courteous to Ike, regardless of his background. They accepted and loved each other like no other couple.
"Are you excited to get to the beach?" Ike asked. He looked down at Pit who looked up at him and nodded brightly.
"I've been looking forward to this since last week!" he chirped. "I've never been to the beach before! I'm so excited I think I could explode!"
Ike smiled a bit and pulled his hand away from Pit's to hug his waist. "Don't explode. I don't know what I'd do without you." Pit gasped happily and smiled up at him. Ike smiled a bit more before nuzzling his hair.
The couple walked down the sidewalk until the beach came into sight. Pit gasped and watched in a
Corpse Bruid - 8After the encounter with the corpse and Antonio, Lovino was startled and shocked. He didn't know if he should tell his parents of what had happened, or if he should tell the police that his fiancé had been abducted by a corpse. But could that really be possible? Could a corpse actually come back to life, let alone marry someone that was still alive? It all seemed so surreal, and he didn't want to believe it. He needed advice.
He needed to know if a dead woman could truly marry a living man.
Lovino threw open the glass doors of his bedroom and ran out onto the balcony. Rain pounded his body and cascaded from the gutters, making his ears ring. He quickly looked over the railing to the streets below his terrace to determine how far it was down. It didn't look like he would break anything if he jumped, but to be sure, he tied a blanket to the railing and began to shimmy down. Lovino was lucky enough that Mr. and Mrs. Carriedo had left to grieve and Mr. and Mrs. Vargas had retreated fo
Dumb Girlfriend WTHplzAlfred ignored the fact that his teeth needed a good cleaning and went straight to bed. He tossed his t-shirt across the room and snuggled under the huge blanket, finally warm and comfortable. It didn't take long for him to slip into an abyssal sleep.
Alfred couldn't remember a night where he didn't dream. He dreamt of many things over the years, and he always remembered what they were. The dreams he had about people and friends were the most vivid and enjoyable, though. For the past couple of days, he had been dreaming of the same person and couldn't get said person out of his head. At work, Alfred had been getting closer to Ivan and didn't blame himself for dreaming of him. He was tall, he was handsome, and he was absolutely mythical. Perfect in every way.
The next day, at the United Nations building, Alfred was refreshed and happy from a good night's sleep. He had a mindful of a certain Russian and decided today would be the day he would tell Ivan his feelings.
Alfred went throug
Canada's BirthdayMatthew slammed his telephone onto the receiver. He clamped his fingers into fists and stared at the ground in anger as his breath quickened.
"My own brother didn't even remember!" he growled. "I can't believe this! I depend on one person to remember my birthday, and he draws a blank when I call him. This happens every year! Everyone loves and celebrates his birthday, but no one even knows when mine is!"
Matthew let out another loud grunt and stomped toward the front door. "If no one wants me, I'll just leave!"
He snatched his jacket off the arm of the couch and threw open the door. Just as he stepped forward to barrel out of the house, a rather familiar man standing at the door prevented him. Matthew gasped and looked up at him in shock, frustrated tears in the corners of his eyes. Gilbert looked down at him, slightly surprised he had been in such a hurry to get out of the house. What had shocked Matthew the most was what Gilbert had been holding in his hands.
Gilbert slowly ha
A Break in RoutineArthur preferred his relationship with Francis to be stable, and unvarying. He didn't enjoy surprises, and didn't like change. On the other hand, Francis was a generic Frenchman and adored the look on his lover's face as he brought home reservations to a fancy restaurant or a bouquet of extravagant flowers. As Francis drove home with yet another surprise, he wanted to think that Arthur would be thrilled.
But in the back of his mind, he somehow knew that Arthur would, once again, be unmoved.
Francis knocked three times on the hard wood door of their house before letting himself in as he did every day. Francis took a glance around the empty living room before calling into the kitchen, "Oh, Arthur! Do come into the living room!" Francis set down his bag next to the door as he did every day. As he waited for Arthur to come out from the kitchen, his apron on as it was every day, he knew that this would be no ordinary day.
Arthur trotted into the living room, a bowl of watery batter in his l
Yes, Sir (Drunk!Levi x Reader)
A night in New York City. Supposedly the proud parent of romantic encounters around the numerous landmarks, gigantic blow out parties in the hottest night clubs, and the ritziest people found on every high end block.
Now, if someone could explain how that translated to you dragging a drunken Mr. Ackerman home, that would be just lovely.
Beginnings are the best place to start things, so let's roll back a few hours. The annual company bash was in full swing, the windows of the office's lobby reverberating with the noise. You weren't sure if a single coworker was sober outside yourself. Even the sullen Mikasa had a pink tint to her cheeks, and the company's President, Erwin, looked a bit tipsy.
The law-firm of Rose, Sina, and Maria were celebrating their fifth year of being an economic empire. The money couldn't be stopped from rolling in, and said circumstances meant bonuses. Everyone had a reason to celebrate the extra change in their pockets. You had planned for the event for an extens
Levi x Reader x Rivaille |Host Club| AUYou felt your eyebrow twitch as Levi and Rivaille both stare at you, arms crossed. They both sighed at the same time.
"(Name), we would like..." Levi began.
"...That stuff you commoners call instant coffee." Rivaille finished, and you frowned.
"Why can't you get it yourself?" You grumble. Levi and Rivaille both smirked.
"Well, someone broke an expensive vase." Levi teased, making you glare daggers at him.
"In all honesty it didn't even look that expensive." You defensively say.
"Hm, well, too bad isn't it?" Rivaille says, making you sigh.
"Do I really have to? This couch is really comfy," You say, motioning to the leather couch you were plopped on. They both shake their heads. You look away frowning.
"Either that, or you can yell." Levi suggests, making you look back at him confused.
"What?" You deadpan.
"You seem like the kind of person that hides their actual rage, besides you blatant sarcasm. If you yell, it'd be quite entertaining, don't you think Levi?" Rivaille asks, as Levi nods
Please Take Me Home - Sebastian x Neko! Reader
Living on the streets was not easy.
There was murderers, rapists, and not to mention the God-awful drunks that threw glass bottles at you.
But one could guess such was the life of a cat. A cat in Victoria England.
You gazed at your surroundings in disgust. Being in the alley of a bar was gross. You couldn't believe this actually happened to you.
One day you were taking a stroll in the park and lightly bumped into a man in a cloak. In surprise he yelled "Abracadabra" and poof! Your life as a human was over.
You growled bitterly recalling that awful memory. 'That stupid man! If only I scratched him with my claws maybe he would have turned me back...'
Sadly that wasn't the case because you ran away in disbelief to what just happened. You ran and and ran. You ran until your paws were bleeding. Until your breaths became diminished to hurried pants. Until exhaustion overtook your tiny body and made you succumb to a nightmarish sleep.
Coming out of that
Bucky x Reader Don't Play
“Ohhh how long has it been since we’ve been to the beach??” (Name) cried, stretching her tired limbs with every emphasis. Finally, they were all at the beach. The most magical, relaxing and vacation perfect place they could think of, and it was all thanks to (Name).
Clad in only a bikini and a long shirt as a cover-up, (Name) had then convinced Fury to give all the Avengers a decent vacation. And Bucky Barnes had been included because 1) She had a massive crush on the man and 2) Because she knew he needed the break more than anyone else.
Since joining SHIELD, he’d had it rough. All the other agents and personnel were wary of him thanks to his past as the Winter Soldier, which basically meant no one really trusted or liked him aside from Steve and (Name), and the Avengers more or less since she’d convinced them that he was a decent guy, for the most part.
And here they all were, ready to kick back at the beach in
2P!England x Child!Reader - Tell Me A Story 4
"Yes poppet?" Oliver smiled as he place the tray of cupcakes on the counter.
"Tell me a story."
"Sure thing poppet~! You can take a seat if you like."
"I'll just sit on the floor~" you sat down and looked up at your father, waiting for him to start.
"Once upon a time, there lived a five family rabbits. One rabbit is the father named OllieBunny, the uncle named FranBunny, the oldest son named MatBunny, the other son named AlBunny and the cute daughter named [Nickname]Bunny."
"Wait, why am I called AlBunny?" Allen asked, who was sitting beside you.
"Shut up, AlBunny!" Oliver smiled, "Now where was I? Oh! Right! One day, they went out to get carrots to eat but EvilBunny came and took all of the carrots. The family became sad because they're so hungry. Then the next day, they went to the EvilBunny's house and killed him so they can eat the carrots and live their lifes. The end!"
You, Allen and Matthieu clapped.
Hitman - Assassin!Levi x Reader
“Levi, we’ve received some new information.”
The renowned assassin waited obediently for his orders that were to come. After all, an assassin was nothing more than a tool, and no one wanted a tool that talked freely. If he overstepped his boundaries he was certain another of his kind would be sent to wipe him out – or several, if they were smart.
He looked toward the shadowed figure folding his arms over the desk. “There’s a woman currently hiding out in Japan. [First] [Last] her name is. We’ve gotten word that she’s… got her hands on some government level intelligence.” He interlaced his meaty fingers together and leaned into them. “I need you to take her out, remove the information wherever she’s stored it.”
Levi stared blankly at the pudgy man before him. “How do you know she’s got information?”
“Ah, she told us. Directly. She thought she was being smart, but we managed to track her
Levi x Reader - Tea Talk - [AU]
Levi x Reader [AU]
A/N: this is a continuation of the "Eight Miles High" and "A Night in Paris" story line.
The night had ended, but today was a new day. Memories were destined to be made today, and surprises were probably right around the corner. Levi knew how to start the day off right and decided to take you to one of the little French cafés Paris was famous for. As you walked into the quaint little café, the warm aroma of tea, coffee, and pastries took over your senses. Levi seemed to be in a pretty good mood too since there weren't many people here, hoping that you two would have some time to talk. He took his hand in yours and walked up to the cashier at the counter.
"Bonjour monsieur, que puis-je faire pour vous? (Good morning sir, what can I get for you?)" the young cashier spoke, a small blush on her face. Not that you really cared if she thought your fiancé was cute. Most girls, even if they were frightened by him, thought he was handsome. You rarel
Beautiful (Levi X Reader)Everyone has a goal in this world. Everyone has a purpose to live. To reach that goal. Me... Of course, I just want to see the light of tomorrow, just like everyone else. But we all have different goals besides that, right?
I guess I'm expected to be a boring guy. All I do is sit in my office and do paperwork. Or out in the field I'll be slaughtering our enemies. Not much more to me than that, right? That's what everyone thinks. Nothing behind Heichou's door.
They're wrong. I have a goal too, something I live for. This may sound... stupid, but...
Don't think of me like that, I'm not some desperate idiot like Kirstein. I hide my emotions pretty well. But, in town, I see all these young couples, aimlessly walking together while hand-in-hand, and I just think... I can't be the only one. I can't be the only one that's alone. There has to be someone like me.
Then I saw her.
I've seen lots of pretty faces around. The regular girls with the broad chest and wide hips and tiny waist. The
Sebastian x Child! Reader: Her Butler, Proud
Sebastian x Child! Reader
Her Butler, Proud
It was nearing twilight as the last fractals of light disappeared into the nighttime clouds of a periwinkle sky. Carriages clattered noisily through the streets of London chauffeuring the elite of society to the nearest theaters and other forms of entertainment.
From the depths of the large city a single stately house sat in mild splendor, with warm light wafting through large clear-cut windows. From within the home, a couple finished dressing to the nines and made their way down to the entryway where their Butler awaited to help them into their coats.
The Master of the house- a nearly twenty-five year old Ciel Phantomhive- regally shrugged into his overcoat, before holding out his arm to his wife. With an intelligent light blue eye the man gazed at her, before once more returning his attention to the statuesque figure dressed in black.
“We’ll return after the oper
Yaoi: Marth and IkeIke sat down on the plushy chair and leaned against the back of it. Soren was already sitting across from him, reading. The mage glanced over his book at Ike, but looked back down. Ike looked around the room, then Soren caught his eye. Should he interrupt Soren's read? He always gets mad Eh. It's kind of funny.
"Soren," Ike smiled. Soren blinked but didn't look up. "Soren. Soren. Soren. Soren. Soren--"
Soren slammed his book onto his lap and scowled Ike.
"Hey, do you know where the lemon M.B. wrote is?" Ike asked, sitting criss-crossed. "I heard rumors I was in this one! It wasn't up in her gallery."
"How would I know?" Soren grunted. "I hate lemons. I'm not the one to keep an eye out for them."
"Jeez, I was just wondering if you knew," Ike said, putting his hands.
Soren pulled his book to his face again and ignored Ike.
After a few minutes of Ike thinking curiously about the lemon he might be in, Link walked into the room, and plopped next to Soren, putting his arm aroun
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