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Being Happy (Byakuya Kuchiki x Reader) (Author’s note: This was a request from “awsome2121”. Enjoy n_n!) The smell of sake permeated the air like a thick perfume. Rangiku was laughing like an idiot at a joke that the bar-tender had told her (he was obviously flirting with her) and had almost fallen off of her stool twice. As she placed her hand on your shoulder to steady herself, you flinched and refocused your eyes so that you weren’t gazing off at a blurry haze of nothing. You often did this when you were thinking back on something. You had been having such a vivid flashback that it took you a moment to rememLiteratureOurs (Toshiro Hitsugaya x Pregnant!OC)
Ours (Toshiro Hitsugaya x Pregnant!OC) Pacing back in forth in his office, Toshiro glanced at the clock. It had been exactly two minutes since the last time he looked. Allowing an exhausted sigh to deflate his already slumping shoulders, he pulled his hand down his face in an attempt to calm his nerves. “You look awful.” Rangiku arched an eyebrow. With a hand on her hip and a slightly amused twist to her lips, she stared at Toshiro. “Did you and the missus have a quarrel?” Toshiro shook his head, giving the orange-haired Reaper a stern look. “No. Did you finish your paperwork?” “Let’sLiteratureDecisions (Grell x Reader x Undertaker)
Decisions (Grell x Reader x Undertaker) (Author’s note: This was a request from “blackredmystery”! I hope you all enjoy it :3!) “Nice place you got here…” You muttered as you glanced around the Undertaker’s house. It was small…dark…and filled with coffins and other creepy things (including cobwebs). He chuckled deviously and began pouring out two cups of tea. “Why thank you, Love~,” he said with a humorous smile. “I’m glad you like it.” You nodded and began rocking back and forth awkwardly. You had only met the Undertaker a few times, but he seemLiteratureCrash (Death the Kid x Reader)
Crash (Death the Kid x Reader) “Alrighty!” You smiled broadly as the latch on your door clicked open. The hinges gave off a slight screech as you pressed forward into the dark apartment. Kid followed closely behind, his eyes a bit weary from lack of sleep. “Now remember, my home is your home. Just don’t go snooping through my dresser, okay?” Kid’s posture became rigid at the very suggestion. “I would never—” he stopped mid-sentence as his foot became imbedded in some sort of box. He tried shaking it off, but failed. After a moment, you flipped the light-switch on to reveal that heLiteratureWho? (Bucky Barnes x Reader)
Who? (Bucky Barnes x Reader) (A/N: Just a short drabble that I wrote for a friend of mine. It'll probably show up on my Tumblr too, so if you find it reposted under "Cuddlyrawrbear" don't be alarmed :)! ) (Follow me on Wattpad for future stories! https://www.wattpad.com/user/Cuddlyrawrbear) Knock, knock. "Go away." A long sigh exited your lips. You scrubbed at your cheeks furiously, trying to smudge away the drying tears. After a brief moment of silence, a familiar voice murmured a distinct "no". Your head tilted against the door tiredly. "Bucky, I'm really not in the mood to--" A heavy bang rattled the wood beneath your skull, causing
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Tea (Sebastian Michaelis x Reader) Your eyes drifted towards the clock for the hundredth time since you had arrived. Your hands were folded neatly in your lap and you were resisting the urge to tap your foot impatiently. One thought repeated itself in your mind… ‘He’s late…’ The Phantomhive butler had been standing behind a tray of tea, his posture rigid as ever with an odd, fake smile plastered to his face. A sweat-drop slid down your forehead as you glanced at him. “Why are you just staring at me?” You muttered through clenched teeth. Sebastian tilted his head slightly, a few strands of si
