Steve x Baby! Reader Super BabyMore Like This
Normally, when a woman with a baby walks by, you would say hello, make some small talk and compliment her on how adorable the baby is. Then you would ask more questions about the child, as in, how old is it, what gender is it, how big was it when it was born.
Well, this wasn’t necessarily the case for Steve Rogers.
No, when he saw a woman running by with a baby in her hands, he couldn’t stop her and ask questions about it, much less compliment her on the baby. Instead, the baby was more or less shoved into him as she raced by. He noticed the pleading look in her eyes as the tears fell, a silent plea to keep the child.
He was going to protest, at least go after her, but then he saw the wasted man stumbling behind after her. Steve swiveled around, tucking the bundle in his jacket as he turned his head down, waiting for the man to run by.
‘I should go after that man. If I stop him then I can give this kid back to its mom--’
His thought was cut off
[Awesome Trio x Reader] DaDaDa - Slight Crack"And here is your change." The man behind the counter handed you a few coins.More Like This
"Thank you, have a nice evening!" You smiled and waved as you walk out of the coffee bar with a warm drink in your hands. As soon as you were out side a gust of freezing wind hit you sending a cold chill to your bones. Pulling your coat tighter around you and taking a sip of your warm drink you soldiered through the hash wind and weather thinking of what your crazy roommates had in store for you this evening.
Ah, yes, your roommates. The three, most self-praising, idiots in the world and possibly the universe. They called themselves the 'Awesome Trio' a name that Gilbert suggested although he said the others came nowhere near his level of awesome. Their threesome (hehe) consisted of Gilbert Beilschmidt, Matthias Køhler and Alfred F. Jones and even with their antics you were their good friend (or possible girlfriend) and roommate who kept them from burning down the street. A little buzzing noise from your
[RussiaxReader] My ReflectionMore Like This
Warning there is SOME blood but I don't think its enough for a filter
You gazed into the mirror. No, not out of vanity or narcissism but out of habit. Today was a little different from most days though, more often that not you would be greeted by the peculiar face of your 'reflection', as you called him. Today, however, the tall, light blonde man was nowhere in sight. Usually you and your reflection would help each other get ready in the morning with the catch being not to be near a mirror or window when getting dressed. It was always funny to you how little you knew about each other seeing as you were practically twins, he was always there for you and you for him, you his shadow and him yours. In fact you were completely sure that you had fallen for the mysterious man trapped in the glass. You loved his childish smile and deep violet eyes. It broke your heart that you could never touch, speak or hear the man. But what really hurt you to see was the scars on your reflections nec
Nevermore (Yandere!Sebastian x Reader)More Like This
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Twinkle, twinkle, little star
How I wonder where you are
Hiding yourself from my sight
Sensing your poor form in fright
You have no family. You have no one to care about you till the day you die. That's what you thought before meeting that man. Since you learned that your father will never come back from the job that paid only food, meaning he often went hunting animals, you tried to survive by stealing things from rich people. You were light on your feet so it was quit an advantage in your new way to live. Until you got caught, and worst, by a child. Well, mostly by his butler.
The man caught you one day in London, stealing ornamentation and foods from a shop that you assumed, he often went here. The strange thing you found about him, i