EnglandxReader: Family MorningsMore Like This
You smiled as you sat up in bed. Pulling the sheets closer to your body you looked over at your sleeping husband. He was snoring. Mouth hanging open, drooling on the pillow.
Brushing a bit of hair out of his face you leaned down and kissed him gently on the cheek. You always got up this early to make him tea and breakfast before he woke up. Slipping out of bed you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist.
He was trying to pull you back in his sleep. Gingerly you disentangled his arms from you and slipped on your bathrobe.
You made him his tea and some eggs and toast.
Mama, a little voice from the kitchen whispered. You turned to see Matthew.
What is it baby?
Matthew was holding his toy bear to his chest, Im hungry can we have pancakes?
You shook your head, How about toast?
The ten year old sighed, but nodded and sat at the kitchen table rubbing his eyes.
A few mintues later rapid footsteps were heard, MA!
Roses, Chocolates, and Time Travel pt 2 DTKxReader~A Valentine's Day Death the Kid x Reader~More Like This
POV Change for the Sequel to Hearts and Butterflies
Valentine's Day: a day known as one of romance, passion, and many shades of red and pink. Today was going to be filled with crooning couples and bitter grumbling singles, and already this early in the morning people began to fill the streets as they enjoyed the day of romance in Death City. Not everyone, however, was so eager to start the day.
(Full Name) groaned as the morning sunlight filtered through the window of her bedroom, stirring her out of her peaceful sleep. With a slight sigh, she shifted and propped herself up on her elbows as her eyelids slowly fluttered open. She lazily glanced at the time flashing on her alarm clock.
9:30...I must have slept in longer than I thought...
With a grunt, she swung her feet over the edge of her bed and stretched. After hearing the satisfying pop of the crick in her spine, she stood up and began walking towards the kitchen in her
Rainy day Syndrome [Cronaxreader]More Like This
I hate the rain.
As long as you could remember you've always hated the rain and associated it with bad things. But most of all it brought back those painful unwanted memories of a past you try
You grimace at the thought.
You really hate the rain.
The air is heavy and thick and you can practically feel it weighing you down. You wrap your (f/c) jacket tighter around you to keep from shivering. It doesn't help.
The sky is dark with clouds and you glimpse a flash of lighting shortly followed by the clashing of thunder. You curse yourself for jumping at the sound. You've never been very found of the rain let alone thunderstorms.
It serves you right, leaving your umbrella at home when you knew a storm was coming. You should have gone home with your partner instead of staying after school to train. You feel like smacking yourself out of frustration.
Well at least you're still dry.
As if on cue a rather large drop of rain found it's way to your forehead. You groa
Professor SteinXReader ~Love Experiment~ Pt1You stood in front of his class room door. Your hand gently gripped door handle. You were shaking. Holding your hand written note, you finally opened the door. Professor Stein sat in his swirlly chair, as ussual. He was lighting a ciggrette that stuck out of his mouth. He seemed like he didn't notice you until you spoke.More Like This
"P-professor Stein..." You muttered gripping your note tighter and tighter feeling extremly nervous.
"Hmm? Do you need something (y/n)?" He said casually, he turned his attention all to you. You walked slowly to his desk trying to act normal. Standing in front of your science teacher you hesitated to hand him the paper.
"T-this is for y-you professor." You studdered. He peered down at the note, he accepted the note and started to read. You couldn't move, all you did was stay motionless, staring down at your feet. A moment later Stein folded the note and stuck it in his pocket and looked at you struggling to move a mucle.
"Thanks for the note (y/n). It was very...
DtK x Reader: Cake BossMore Like This
"Flour, sugar, butter, milk, eggs, vanilla, baking powder, and salt."
The words had flown out your mouth as you had mentally recalled the ingredients for a favorite classic: French Vanilla Cake.
You hummed a tune as you rummaged through the cabinets that belonged to your favorite person, looking for bowls and measuring cups.
"____? Self-rising flour or all-purpose?" the subtle sweet voice rang out with curiosity as the raven-haired reaper faced you with curious golden eyes. In his right hand was a bag of all-purpose flour while self-rising was in his left.
"Oh, make sure it's all-purpose, we can't exactly have the cake explode while baking!" you let out a soft laugh as your hand rubbed the back of your neck.
A small smile formed upon the teenager's lips. A 'thank you' escaped them as he resumed to gathering the ingredients.
Shortly after you sighed with relief, you resumed back to the cabinet where a large glass bowl was found as well as measuring utensils.
You headed to the
Finished (DeathXReader) OneShotMore Like This
"The kid worries me,” (F/N) stared blankly into space avoiding all eye contact. Her hand slowly balled into a fist without her notice, a natural symptom of hatred. “He can’t be trusted damn it. That witch is probably still controlling him.” Her eyes narrowed as she turned to face Death. “If he stays at the academy we’re putting all of the students at risk.”
“Now, now,” Death clasped his hands together in a joyful manor tilting his head to the side in the process. “Don’t you think you’re being just a bit harsh? After all he is only a child, and he hasn’t attempted to do anything so far. What makes you so certain he will harm us?”
(F/N) scoffed at what she believed was pure ignorance, “He is Medusa’s son, a witches experiment. Why the hell wouldn’t he try something!” She shouted with tears in her eyes. “The bitch tried to kill you! Don
Death the Kid x Reader: The New Girl (1)More Like This
Chapter 1: Rushed Morning
A/N: Your last name is Hachi, and most italics are thoughts
BEEP BEEP BEEP!
''I hate this alarm clock... It drives me nuts!'' You yelled in frustration. You threw your (f/c)pillow at it as the excessive chimes had stopped.
"(f/n) EITHER WAKE UP OR SHUT UP!" Yelled a voice.
"WHATEVER!" You yelled back.
Today was your first day at the DWMA, Death Weapon Meister Academy.
Most of the students and staff there were either weapons or meisters.
Weapons were people who could transform into said object,
meisters were people who had excessively special wavelengths, and they had the ability to wield weapons.
Now, you were a bit different than most people, you see, you had meister blood run through your veins, and witch blood as well.
Many may be confused of this, because witches are said to be vile creatures, a nuisance to society they may call it.
However, you were quite uni
Death The Kid x Reader: We Can Fight.DWMA tests you in every aspect.More Like This
You had two tests in one day today, as well as training. You were so tired. You wore a loose, plain (s/c) shirt, and (p/c) jeans, so it felt like you could just fall asleep on any desk of your choice. However, you did work your ass off to get into the elite classes, so you kept yourself from falling asleep, even though it was no easy task…
You trudged into the dorm that you shared with Kid, Patty and Liz. You threw your shoulder bag into the kitchen, where you always did, and began moving to your room. All you wanted to do was sleep, but you couldn’t even make it to your room. You just passed Liz and Patty’s room when you realised that you weren’t going to make it, and you glanced at the couch beside you…
Within moments, you were asleep, taking up the whole couch. You needed this sleep, you really did. You’d been studying for the tests you had today since forever, so now the late nights were taking their toll.