An Unlikely Event - Thug!Levi x ReaderMore Like This
“Yes, I know.”
Your voice couldn’t find purchase on the blank walls and reverberated through the empty streets. You were on the phone with your worrywart of a father. Despite the fact you had moved out over three months ago, he always found it was necessary to call you regularly just to make sure you weren’t dead.
But you were twenty-two years old; you were perfectly capable of handling yourself! You knew he meant well, but gods above, sometimes you just wanted the man to leave you be. Currently he’d been talking your ear off about getting home safe. You’d only just got off work and the sun had long since set. Your father, bless his soul, had known all too well of the unfriendly part of the neighbourhood you lived in.
“And make sure you have your pepper spray ready! Do you have your pepper spray? The one I sent you?”
“Yes dad, you sent me like fifty of them,” you replied exasperatedly.
“Good, good!” he praised.
Demon!Levi x Reader: Just Watching (AU)Nighttime. A time when the nightingales chirped instead of the morning lark, when the moon and stars shone in place of the sun, when all of entirety was shrouded by darkness rather than blessed with light.More Like This
The only time that he could spend by your side.
Every night, he took advantage of the only time during which the watchful eyes of the gods were dormant. Every night, he would effortlessly glide his way into your room, where you slept peacefully, unaware of his presence. What were locked doors, shut windows, or any type of physical barrier to a demon? Demons like him could do things such as evaporate into mist, teleport, fly, turn invisible, and many other things that humans could not even hope to imagine. Every night, from your bedside, he would watch you, your chest slowly rising and falling with each steady breath you took, your eyes closed with long eyelashes casting charming shadows over your porcelain cheeks, your full lips pursed in a faint smile. The dark night always made it
One Minute Melee: Penelope Pitstop VS Daphne BlakeMore Like This
Where research means nothing when you just want to watch two people fight!
Two fighters! Sixty seconds! And NO research!
(Hanna Barbera Town)
In the center of town, the pink wearing, blonde haired Penelope Pitstop was looking around the shops as she was looking at some flowers.
"Gosh, I sure do love the smell of flowers on a nice spring day..." Penelope smiled as she took some flowers and sniffed them. "It feels nice just to get away from the hustle and bustle of being captured every thirty minutes."
Penelope looked over the flowers as she took a few roses. "Maybe I can buy a few for the Ant Hill Mob... I know they'll appreciate them!"
As Penelope was fixing to buy some flowers, meanwhile, over at the shop next door, the purple wearing, red haired Daphne Blake, taking a break from the Mystery Inc. gang, was looking around at a nice perfume shop, smiling as she looked around.
"Man, I have to look good on my date with Freddy tonight!" Daphne said as sh