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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
Yandere!Levi x Reader |Notes| AUA/N: It is creepy at times.
You always thought that nobody liked you. No, not in a depressing sort of way - just that nobody had a "crush", or any romantic feelings for you. It didn't really bother you, you didn't need a man's attention. That's why you felt genuinely surprised when you saw a piece of paper on your desk.
It was an average day at school, nothing more, nothing less. The bell rang, signaling class was about to start, and that's when you noticed the slip of paper that managed to find your desk. Thinking that maybe one of your friends left you a note, you opened it was low expectations. Boy, did your eyes widen when you read the contents.
Your hair looks absolutely gorgeous, as do you.
Letting out a shaky laugh, you figured that it was probably just a prank. People liked to sadistically deceive one another all the time, right? The bait was set, but there was no way you'd snap at it for a cheap laugh. Ignoring that note, you just stuffed it in your backpack, and carr
Secret Admirer V [Yandere!Levi x Blind!Reader]
[Warning: Themes of kidnapping and Stockholm's syndrome]
Click. Click. Click.
The familiar footsteps immediately diminished your drowsiness. You jolted from your pillow, directing your body towards the sounds and curled your knees to your chest. Though the sound of the iron grating against the bricks normally made anyone sick, you were used to it. In fact, you found it comforting. It signaled that the only person in your life, your captor, your mysterious lover, your secret admirer, approached you. As his steps halted at the edge of your bed, you shyly held out your hands, questioning his whereabouts. You couldn’t hide your smile as the warmth of his calloused hands encircled your frigid fingers, and his weight shifted you a little closer to him. After cradling the back of your head in his palm, he pulled you into a slow, sultry kiss. At first, you thought of this term of affection as intrusive. It invaded your space physically, emotionally and mentally. But, overtime, you loved
Secret Admirer [Yandere!Levi x Blind!Reader] III
[Warning: kidnapping and themes of Stockholm’s syndrome]
With each passing day in this cage of darkness incarcerating your person, little pieces of your sanity drifted away little by little. Instead of fighting to escape, screaming until your throat numbed or crying until your eyes were dry, you slowly surrendered to the chains, clinging you to the frigid brick wall. You accepted the once annoying springs in your cot, intending your sensitive skin with their points. It was not that you particularly wished to. You were just too tired to resist anymore.
Worst of all, you found yourself embracing the assistances of your captor.
He very rarely spoke, and when he did, it was usually cursing to himself or low commands to you. He invaded your space more often: sometimes, he came with bread, warm porridge, water or hot tea. Sometimes, he brought a large bucket full of warm water and a rag which he used to keep your placid skin and growing locks neat and clean. At first, this caused you t
Secret Admirer IV [Yandere!Levi x Blind!Reader]
[Warning: themes of kidnapping and Stockholm’s syndrome]
Nothing hurt Levi more than hearing your screams and cries of despair, bouncing along the walls and piercing down to his psyche. But, overtime, these rebellious noises diminished. You resisted him less and less and even seemed to enjoy his visits . Gradually, he believed you adjusted to the idea that he indeed only wished to protect you and take care of you.
He witnessed himself how crafty and adept you could be in the underground. Despite your blindness, you learned how to avoid danger and fight off predators that crossed your path. But, in the dangerous world you lived in, one mistake was all you needed. The hollows in your collarbone and your cheeks, the sags beneath your eyes indicated how underfed you were, which lead to a physical weakness that even you could not ignore. Despite the cloudy film over your eyes, a pleasant innocence and purity resided behind those beautiful, damaged windows. You were a perfect balance o
2P!Axis x Child!Reader - We Meet Again
"Ah! You again!" you pointed your finger at the brown haired Italian man.
"Oh, it's you aga-" before he could even finish his sentence, he started running as you chase him around, "What do you want from me?!"
"My lasagna!" you yelled.
"What?! Lutz! Stop her!"
As soon as he said that, you were lift uop in the air by a man with a scar beneath his left eye which extends across his cheek.
He sighed, "Why are you scared of a little girl?"
"I'm not scared! It's just that she creeps me out!"
"But the girl looks normal to me." a Japanese man said.
"Put me down!" you yelled.
"Why? So you can run of and call the police?" the man with the scars said.
"No! So I can kick your butts!" you pinched his arm causing him yelp and drop you.
You landed on your foot then kicked him on his leg before grabbing your baseball bat and started chasing the three.
After five minutes or so, the Italian gave up and promised to make you lasagna if you stop hitting him and his friends. Of course, you agreed and they in
Who's the Father? (Chubby!Mom!ReaderxChildren!BTT)“Mutti! Mutti! Lets go to the park!”
“Please maman! Can we go to the park?”
(Name) was being jumped on by her three boys, the trio begging to go to the park. She chuckled at her boys and ruffled their hair, trying to settle them down. They were such a hyperactive bunch of kids, always making a mess and getting into all kinds of trouble, but (Name) didn’t mind. They were her children, blood or not, and she loved them all the same.
“If you three clean up your rooms, I’ll not only take you to the park, but buy you each a treat,” (Name) said with a smile as she crouched down to their eye level.
“Thank you!” the boy cried out and tackled (Name) in a hug, burying their faces into her soft chest.
They quickly ran off towards their combined room, leaving (Name) sitting on the floor with a wide grin on her face. As she listened to the happy chatter between her three boys, she stood up and wandered the living
2P!America x Child!Reader - Lullaby
"Bro," you said as you laid in your bed, "Can you sing me a lullaby?"
"Why?" he questioned.
"Daddy always sings me a lullaby before I go to sleep." you replied.
Allen sighed, "Does it have to be a lullaby? No other songs like rap or pop?"
"Lullaby... Stupid." you murmured the last word.
"Okay," Allen sat beside you on your bed and started singing in a low, calm tone, "Twinkle twinkle little star,
How I wonder what you are...
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky...
When the blazing sun is gone,
When the nothing shines upon...
Then you show your little light,
Twinkle, twinkle, all the night...
Then the traveler in the dark,
Thanks you for your tiny spark...
He could not see which way to go,
If you did not twinkle so...
When the blazing sun is gone,
When the nothing shines upon...
Though I know not what you are,
Twinkle, twinkle, little star."
Once he's done, he noticed that you were already sleeping. He smiled and kissed your forehead before closing the lights.
Cerulean (Sugardaddy!Erwin x Reader) [AU]
Warnings for slight mature themes.
You sat on one of the bar stools and ordered a whiskey the minute you got in, and ordered a second right after you finished your first. The music is loud and obnoxious in the background, and you slumped onto the bar top. You hated clubs. They're stupid and stuffy and the music is horrible, so are the people.
You were only here because Hanji pestered you to follow them to the club. You both have been studying like hell for exams, dark circles already appearing around your eyes.
You couldn't afford to go to a club; college was expensive, and you knew that. Your summer job didn't have a decent pay, and you wondered on how long you could live on like this. Hanji was at the dance floor, sometimes coming up to check on you and drag you out to dance, to which you refused, annoyance etched upon your eyebrows.
It's already been an hour and you've been through your fourth d
Changing of the Guard - England x Reader
Palace Guard England x American Traveler Reader
------- “No one ever said travel was easy. We all get lonely and homesick at some point.” ~ Anonymous -------
The clicking of your heels against the pavement seemed to rhythmically lull you into a sort of daze, allowing your thoughts to wander. People of all shapes, sizes, and ethnicities walked past you through the bustling crowds as you continued to walk down the same strip of sidewalk that you had been wandering on for the past twenty minutes. Were you lost? Most likely. Did you care? Meh, the whole point of traveling is to get lost, so no…you didn't care so much. But did you feel lonely? Yes. Oh God yes. Perhaps traveling to London by yourself wasn't such a good idea after all.
Since you are from the United States, the layout of the town was something you weren't
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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