You sighed, and glanced over at him with pity. He was invisible to them again.
Russia was sitting on him, as usual. Why did it seem like you were the only one who could see poor Canada?
The only time the rest of the Allies noticed him was when they were looking for America. His brother. Never did anyone see him otherwise.
You felt bad for the little guy. A loud, crazy, somewhat obnoxious guy like America was bound to overshadow his own quiet, shy brother like that. You were pretty sure Canada had spent his whole life getting stuck in his brother’s problems, only because people confused them.
Once in a while, you would catch a sad expression on the Canadian’s normally sweet face. You could never imagine what it would be like to be in his position.
Is he invisible because… they ignore him? You wondered sometimes.
America ended the meeting, and everyone began to leave.
Warning: ‘Lime’ content— beware
“I’m telling you; I’m the awesomest!”
“And I’m telling you… there’s no way you’re better than the hero!”
“You’re both such fools—neither of you could be as great as me. I’m the King!”
You giggled quietly. Much to your amusement, you were hanging out with the ‘Awesome Trio’, which consisted of Prussia, America, and Denmark.
The four of you were currently at an evening festival to celebrate the opening of Japan’s newest capital. You weren’t even sure how you wound up hanging with them—but here you were, and their silly, self-centered arguing was undeniably funny.
“What are you giggling about over there, _____?” Prussia smirked, turni
The room changed. At least the air did. You could feel him now, his heavy presence permeating the darkness. A warm hand pressed into your back, soothing your aching body for a moment. You laid still among your bedsheets, waiting for him to crawl in after you. Loki still hovered over your being, looking concerned under a thick mask of arrogance.
"You called?" He tilted his head, rounding the room so he could face your tear filled eyes. "My love, who has hurt you?"
You tried to answer before choking back a sob, dissolving into a deeper sadness. Trying to say it aloud made the pain sharper.
"Tell me his name. Tell me so I can cut his mortal string short. I'll make him feel a pain much worse than yours." Loki spoke through gritted teeth.
"Don't." You whispered with a crack in your voice. "Could you, I, I just need you to hold me."
He finally got into the bed, his armor disappearing out of necessity. He
There was nothing out of the ordinary; as usual, Arthur’s house was kept in wonderful condition, with everything clean and not a speck of dust in sight. Closing the door behind you, you quickly locked it and put the key away before sighing.
Arthur had called you earlier, requesting that you come over. He was bedridden at the moment, and he absolutely refused to bring over Alfred to take care of him since last time the American had tried to place a hamburger on his head as a way of curing him.
It was funny, yes, but Arthur had informed you that he’d rather not have ‘that greasy morsel’ – you were quoting his words – on his forehead.
“Arthur?” you called out softly, quietly climbing the stairs so you wouldn’t disturb the ill Englishman.
Even though you were 15 meters tall and easily detectable you didn't want much attention as you knew that some of those humans were quite lethal, some could even turn into titans themselves, you made sure to stay clear of them.
Turning around to walk in the opposite direction, you were just about to walk away when suddenly a black dot zoomed past your view and on to one of the buildings, looking down you noticed who it was.
He had blonde hair styled into a bob and stared directly at you with a hint of fear in his eyes whilst clutching his shoulder which was bleeding.
You were surprised that a human in such a state had survived so long.
One of the other titans had taken notice of the human and walked slowly towards him,
Tuesday July 12,855 12:45pm
"ARE YOU CRAZY HANJI?!"
"maybe a little but don't worry ____! everything will be good!"
"PEOPLE ARE GOING TO FREAK OUT WHEN THEY SEE A 15 M CLASS TITAN WITHOUT A WARNING"
There stood you and hanji butting heads as eren stands there awkwardly. He scratches the back of his head; laughing nervously. Hanji wanted to experiment to see how long Eren could keep his titan form. You were against it; it would bring to much unwanted attention.
"Don't worry ____!" Hanji said with a huge grin on her face,placing a palm in your shoulder. "I got approval by the short corporal! so everything will be fine as long as he's a distant away" Hanji pushed you and eren furthe
You’d give him that.
With his peaceful expression and soft snores, he resembled a giant, huggable teddy bear; the fact that his hair was down didn’t help too much either, because it only seemed to add to the adorable look.
Nonetheless, even if he did resemble a teddy bear, he definitely wasn’t acting like one – on the contrary, it was you who was acting like a teddy bear.
“I’m so thirsty,” you whined pitifully, squirming around in Ludwig’s strong hold. “Lemme go, Luddy! Wake up! I wanna get some water!”
The German didn’t even move, earning yet another whine from you.
For ten minutes you’d been trying to escape Ludwig’s arms, yearning for a nice cup of water to quench your thirst; however, much to your chagrin, Ludwig had a bad habit of cuddling in his sleep.
Well, you wouldn’t really call it bad – if anything, you enjoyed being cuddled by the
“What if I’m not cut out for this?” you asked yourself
“I’m barely 20 and sure Lady Hokage recommended me but…” You sighed “Maybe she was mistaken”
“I don’t think so Lady Hokage is almost never wrong” You knew that voice well
“Hmp! Kakashi- sensei didn’t anyone tell you it wrong to spy on your comrades?” The man who was two trees behind you came over and sat next to you.
“I was worried about you and we
Funny how a demon could be cursed in such a way.
His red eyes watched everything. Not missing even one movement. He left his heart flutter lightly, and a strange feeling started to grow in his stomach. Was the feeling hunger? It's been quite some time sine he last had a nice soul.
No, it was defiantly not hunger. It was something much more. Something more powerful. Something he couldn't resist.
”Just pet the goddamn cat already.” you snapped at the butler that had crouched down next to the black and white kitten. The said demon swallowed thickly as he slowly reached out to touch the fur. The cat purred happily at the touch and got closer to Sebastian.
You could have sworn you saw your dear demon boyfriend blush, but it might have been you imagin
(Ginarr pronounced: Ghinar (hard 'G' like 'Gold')
I was ship wrecked on this island when I was really young, a mountain lion had saved me and for some odd reason...the mountain lion didn't kill me. Instead he raised me as his own.
This mountain lion, my father's, name is Ginarr. This may sound like nonsense, but since I spent most of my life with him I understood was he said, his roars, his purrs. I understood "(Y/N), day dreaming again?" Ginarr asked. I looked down at him from the tree I was seated in "no, I'm coming!".
I jumped off the branch gripping onto a vine and sliding myself down, I pat my hands of leaves and dirt when I reached the floor. My father smiled "come" he made a gesture with his head.
We headed to our home, I giggled as the young cubs playing with their siblings and bothered their mothers. My father was the ruler, every day we got news of more of our kind dying because of the apes. My fat
So when you found out you had to get your wisdom teeth removed, well, you were not a happy camper. You hid yourself in your room and attempted to take flight to Malibu just to avoid the appointment. But your boyfriend had dragged you back before you could board the plane.
When the day of the procedure rolled around, Tony had to carry you kicking and screaming into the office. They gave you anesthetic and you were out cold in a matter of seconds. Tony kissed your forehead and watched as you were whisked off.
He waited in the waiting room until a nurse said that you were awake. When Tony entered the room, he found you looking around with bleary eyes, cotton in your mouth.
"Hey sweetheart." He greeted
“Ahhh! There you are _____-chan!”
You yelped when the brunette glomped you, knocking you to the ground. Armin looked at the scene nervously with a nervous smile on his face.
“What do you want Hanji?” You grunted.
“I got the perfect way to get you and shorty together!”
You blushed immediately, you hated that the brunette knows about your little crush on the raven haired corporal.
“Go on.” You said with hesitation.
“I call it the Jealousy Mission.”
You blinked and then sighed. “Carry on.”
“I'll have to find the perfect male to do this, or I could get the guys from the 104 trainees to help, yeah, the more guys the better.”
“So let me get this right, you're going to do this to the point he'll punish those for touching me.”
“Exactly! And to the point he'
Now, if someone could explain how that translated to you dragging a drunken Mr. Ackerman home, that would be just lovely.
Beginnings are the best place to start things, so let's roll back a few hours. The annual company bash was in full swing, the windows of the office's lobby reverberating with the noise. You weren't sure if a single coworker was sober outside yourself. Even the sullen Mikasa had a pink tint to her cheeks, and the company's President, Erwin, looked a bit tipsy.
The law-firm of Rose, Sina, and Maria were celebrating their fifth year of being an economic empire. The money couldn't be stopped from rolling in, and said circumstances meant bonuses. Everyone had a reason to celebrate the extra change in their pockets. You had planned for the event for an extens
You lugged the shopping bags with you until you finally reached the flat that you shared with your best friend John and his roommate, Sherlock. You’d been living with them for about 2 months now and you were never bored with the antics that were going on.
‘Thank god you’re back (y/n), I need to go out. Anywhere but here, just make sure he doesn’t blow the place up or something,’ John sighed as he indicated to Sherlock who was lying on the sofa curled up and facing the back of it. John threw his coat on, kissed your cheek and ran out the door before you could even speak.
You sighed and began to move into the kitchen with your shopping. For once there were no experiments or body parts in the kitchen. When you emerged minutes later, Sherlock was still sulking on the sofa.
‘What was that all about?’ you asked quietly, sitting down in Sherlock’s chair. He shifted slight
“Sweetie, why don’t we skip the fighting part and just get to the making up?” Jean’s voice flirtatiously called to you.
“In your dreams horse-face.” You added a little neigh at the end of my statement, and Jean’s smirk turned into a scowl.
“I’m so getting you for that (f/n).”
“Let’s see you try.”
You both put up your hands and got into fighting stances as a group of cadets circled around, as you two were the last pair to practice your hand to hand combat. Jean swung first, hoping to get you with a surprise attack, but you saw through it and grabbed his right fist with your right one. You then kicked the back of his legs and flipped him, still holding his fist.
“You ready to accept your defeat, Sweetie?” Your voice was mockingly sweet, but you really did want Jean to just say he lost in order to clean up a bit before dinner. Just as you was thinking this, Mikasa walked b
Standing in the doorway to your room with a bunch of clothes in your hands, you looked up and down the hallway and noticed that he was nowhere in sight and the coast was clear.
Thus, you sneaked towards the bathroom at the end of the corridor, glancing carefully into every room to check if he was there.
Indeed, he was in the kitchen, crouching in front of the fridge with grocery bags next to him and putting a plethora of beer and other alcoholic beverages into the fridge. The clinking of the cans and bottles should be too loud for him to hear you.
You dashed past the ajar door to the kitchen and continued on your way to the bathroom, tiptoeing, anxious to be as quiet as a mouse to not attract his attention.
You managed to reach the bathroom without being busted and slipped inside the room, closing the door behind you quietly and locking it.
You listened to the sounds outside the bathroom. You coul
No matter what people thought about him, it was all because of the act he had put on. He wasn't really evil, nor did he really want to bully other students. Yes, he did believe in blood purity strongly, but it was all cue to his fathers raising methods. But even so, all his Slytherin friends were with him only for his status. Draco himself knew that too, but figured it was better like that than being alone.
And then there was you, (F/n) Diggory. A nobody Hufflepuff that no
(A Levi X Reader One-shot)
You and your friends sat at the table, loudly talking throughout the time allotted for lunch. While you were eating your bread, you heard Jean get a bright idea. “Hey, we should play truth or dare.” He smiled at his idea, like he was some kind of a genius. Eren however, had a different idea, “What’s the point in that Jean?” He question cockily, “We all know that wimps are going to chose truth!” He lowered his voice and mumbled, “Like you…” Jean was offended and stood up, “Watch it Jager! I would have chosen dare and you know it!” Your facial expression twitched as th
Levi became suspicious immediately, something was off, but what was it? What was missing and what was causing the peace?
Then it hit him. Hanji was nowhere to be seen, no sign of her at all, no Titan rambling, no pissing him off, nothing.
As much as he wanted to relax, he couldn't, she could pop out of nowhere at anytime, she could be around the corner that was appearing on the horizon.
He made a mental note to get medication for headaches and migraines later, he was running low and needed to stock up.
He didn't pay much attention, so he failed to notice someone come around the corner until he bumped into said person, luckily he managed to gain his balance.
“Ah, I'm sorry.”
He was about to retort as he looked at the person who dared bump into him assuming it was a cadet, but he was met with unfamiliar (e/c) orbs instead.
He stared at the unfamiliar girl, he had to guess she was a civilian due to the fact she was wearing clothing that was not part of the Scouti
Only your head and shoulders were visible over the couch. He could hear you and Steve panting and see your face flushed. You bounced up and down, your (h/c) ponytail following you as well.
"Steve we have been going at this for 2 hours, maybe we should take a break" you panted.
Clint was horrified.
"N-no I'm close, I can do this!" Steve replied breathless.
The archer thought he was going to throw up his breakfast.
"Umpf" Steve grunted and you sighed before falling to the ground, your head and shoulders disappearing behind the couch.
"..." Clint walked out of the living room before stomping back in. "Geez I wonder what (Name) and Steve are doing" His eyes were squeezed shut as he rounded the couch.
"Hey Clint what's up?" You asked. The spy's eyes shot open to see both of you sitting next to each other on the floor. Still clothed."What were you guys doing?" He asked innocent yet cautiously.
"I ran a 6 miles with
"Yes. Of course, Young Master." They replied in unison before leaving the young Earl's side. Tonight was the night of Alois Trancy's Halloween party. A party in which Ciel, along with all his servants, were invited to.
"So, what's your plan, Sebastian?" [Name] asked, looking up at her friend. When that familiar smile crept across Sebastian's face, she frowned.
"I'm sure Claude would be more than willing to share any information he has concerning the Young Master and Earl Trancy. You may have to persuade him, but I'm sure that won't be a problem for you." Sebastian said.
"No, no. You can do the persuading." She replied quickly. "After all, you were quite successful seducing that nun a while ago." She added with a smile, recalling the incident.
"True, but that was a human woman." He reminded. Not long after meeting Sebastian, [Name] figured ou
You had been there several months now as an addition to the team, but mostly to keep an eye on Loki. After everything that had happened on Asgard Loki had been banished. The Asgardians had demanded his death, but his brother, Thor, had offered the God of mischief mercy, sending him back to earth to serve the very people he had so desperately tried to kill when he first arrived on earth.
When you had first learned of the real reason for your promotion you had been furious. Fury knew as well as anyone else what Loki had done to you. You could still hear his voice in your head sometimes, ordering you to kill innocent people. You had been under his spell, just like Clint, and there had been nothing you could do about it. You had been in the wrong plac
"...he then kissed me in the neck, and I could feel his seductive hot breathing against my skin, making me shiver in delight..."
Your checks flared up to a shade of red. And the room was sort of hot, so it got worse. Heck, today was an extremely hot day.
'Oh Renald...' I sighed"
"Oh Erwin..." You closed your eyes and for a second you imagined you and Erwin together in his office, doing the same things as the characters in the novel.
You really liked books, especially romantic ones. Ever since you found out Erwin was a bookworm himself with lots of romance novels, He'd lend you one once in a while, but he started getting reluctant to let you borrow them for some reason. It was then when you fell for the handsome commander, admiring his intelligence and personality.
Just as when your imagination was about to get
Suddenly you stopped, and flashed him the sweetest smile you could muster. Caught off guard, he blushed, lowering his hands slightly. The corners of his mouth began to curve into a smile in return, but not before you lunged forward, taking advantage of his distracted state, and swung a fist toward his head.
He realised too late what you had done and rushed to deflect the blow, managing to swerve just in time. The wind from your swing ruffled his dark hair as your fist whistled past his cheek. Surprised, he stumbled, and you darted forward, sweeping his legs out from under him with your own and sending him onto his back with a thud. He huffed as the air wa
"So, you're going to go for that chick?" Francis suddenly blurted out, his blue eyes were on Gilbert and his cigarette was lazily tucked between his index and middle finger.
"Of course, the awesome me can get anything he wants!" Gilbert said, he walked back over to Francis to sit down beside him in the soft grass. The weather was nice and warm, and there was a light breeze in the air which made it a perfect spring day. Antonio so
(Draco Malfoy x Reader)
The dungeon was dark and dank as usual. You could hear the whispering of ghosts who were sharing idle gossip about the students. The Bloody Baron flew past, giving you an ugly scowl. You hugged your books close to your chest and pressed on at a more rapid pace. You could still feel him glaring daggers at you. It caused your skin to crawl. ‘No one thinks I should be in Slytherin,’ you thought. ‘Not even the ghosts…’
“Psssst!” You stopped and glanced around. No one else was around, so the person had to be calling you. You arched an eyebrow suspiciously as the door to the supply closet creaked open. You approached it cautiously.
It was dark inside. You could barely see the outline of shelves and brooms stuffed into the corners. You placed your hands on either side of the doorframe and stuck your head inside. Squinting your eyes, you couldn’t make out anything other than in
So here you were, one graduation, two jobs, and many passionate nights later, laid up in bed, dying. Or at least it felt a lot like it.
"I know (y/n). I know. Trust me I had seven!"
"Aunt Molly you are not helping!"
"Well you're the one who wanted to do this naturally," Ginny teases as she brushes the sweaty hair clinging to your forehead.
"Ginny, I swear to Salazar I will bite you!"
Ginny chuckles playfully as she looks down at you with a smirk. You'd roll your eyes if you weren't so damn tired.
"You're almost ready, Mrs. Weasley," Hermione says gently with soft smile before she moves across the room to gather her tools and Merlin kno
The question came out of the blue as you looked up from your book to see Lukas on the couch, his eyes slightly narrowed as he unconsciously pursed his lips at you.
“What do you mean?” you asked, your confusion evident in both your voice and arched eyebrows.
“My hair.” He lifted a finger to point at his hair before holding a lock of it between his fingers. “It’s just…” Lukas muttered slowly, “You never seem to play with it, nor touch it for that matter.”
“But don’t you dislike it when people touch your hair?” Returning to the book in your lap, you couldn’t help the chuckle that squeezed its way past your lips. “Honestly, Lukas, how do you even notice things like the lack of me touching your hair?”
“It’s hard not to notice when you touch everyone else’s hair but mine.”
You could detect the hint of envy that ac
Mikasa’s, Sasha’s and Christa’s eyes widened and you didn’t really see why, considering that they knew how much you liked the Captain.
That was what you said to your friends after Erwin told the soldiers that the spa was reserved for all of you. You’ve just come back from an expedition, and though there were several casualties, their number was not as much as usual. It was a bit cruel to say, but since none of your friends had died, you only felt relief afer the mission ended. You thought you deserved the peace and had the right to relax.
And let’s not ignore Heichou’s role either: you were sure his presence would make it even more pleasant. God, you really wanted to see him wearing absolutely nothing but his usual dull expression, which only made him even sexier. Wa
Christa had been freezing, even with all her blankets earlier in the night. You’d listened to her teeth chatter for hours, till you could bear it no longer. You slipped out of bed, grabbed one of your two blankets, and slid it on top of her. Her shivering had stopped soon after.
Only now, you were freezing. You watched your breath curl slowly upward above you, mildly amusing yourself, trying to find shapes in the ghostly swirls. Small flecks of white fell passed the window, growing in intensity but falling gently, with no wind to drive them.
It was none other the humanity’s greatest hope: Levi Ackerman.
For you it was the emotional and physical scars, some physical scars small, and some large, most of the scars came from your time in the military and the fight against the Titans, while you had one on your left side of the cheek, that came from home when your uncle attacked you with a knife in a drunken rage, the ugly one on your left leg from the hip to the knee was also from home and once again from a drunken rage, from the same man, the one from the knee on the same leg to the ankle was also from the same man and the emotional scars were also from the same man, but the other scars came from the battlefield.
You hated changing in front of the other girls, and would do so by either getting to the dorm first or waiting until everyone was in bed, normally you changed in a closet and then walked to your dorm.
Most people shrugged it off, not even asking why you walked down the corridor all changed ready for
1 When you first moved into the tower
It was hard to believe it had been almost a week since your cousin Tony called to invite you to stay at his tower. It was even harder to believe that it also housed the Avengers for the time being. Of course you had only met Bruce and Steve, seeing as Thor was back in Asgard and everyone’s favorite assassins were on a mission.
“I wonder why Tony made this air vents so large.” You mused aloud as you easily crawled through them. It was like he was asking for you to sneak into his lab and re-paint his Iron Man glittery pink and glittery purple. You were so deep in thought that you never even noticed that somebody was in front of you until they cleared your throat.
“You must be (y/n).”
“That’s me and I’m guessing that you’re Clint.” You replied smiling at him after blowing a stray
You looked around you, seeing at least a dozen more eyes gazing at you. Thor had told you to stay behind the wall, waiting for them to attack first, but you were getting impatient. The sooner this would be over with, the happier you were.
Without listening to any of Thor’s objections you ran out of hiding, a battle cry welling from your throat. Within seconds you were surrounded. You ducked as one of them lashed out to you. You were only just able to avoid being knocked to the ground. You turned your swords around in your hands again and stormed after them, thrusting your swords into their weak spots, causing them to fall to the ground immediately. You cut of several of their heads and wiped the sweat off your
“It’s just all so beautiful!”
*Grunt* You lowered your arms and slowly turned around to find your new husband grunting in agreement.
Your [c/e] eyes took in his appearance. He was wearing a tight blue tank top with beige khaki shorts and dark blue tennis shoes. You admired his wonderful blonde hair and how it soft it was. His white skin seemed to shine everytime a meteor who streak past. All his muscles were showing though his tank top bulging showing how (lustfully) fit he was. But the thing you looked at last was his eyes, eyes so blue that they seemed to match the sky above you.
You gave a smile and went to
Hanji grinned at Levi as he gripped the pen so tightly his knuckles went white, silently seething in his chair.
“I went to the orphanage earlier on and said I knew someone who wanted to adopt and mentioned you.” The brunette said.
“Why the fuck did you do that for!?”
“Because they were all so cute and one caught my attention.”
“And that would be?”
“Don't know the kid's name, but she was a little cutie, wearing a hat that is too big for her but that doesn't matter! She was cute!”
“Fuck sakes shitty glasses! Where do you think I have the time to raise a brat!”
“I'm sure you can find someone to look after her while you're busy.”
Levi let out a frustrated sigh as he rubbed his temple in a circular manner, there was no point in changing Hanji's mind, she would only persist until to his breaking point or until he snapped.
“Fine!” He hissed after a silence.
A soft mewling erupted from your friend's bag, and she pulled it open, lifting up a ball of matted raven-black fur. “I found this little guy wandering the headquarters in the rain, and I just couldn't leave him out there!”
You stared at her with your classic 'are you an idiot' look. The consequences of your punishment if someone was to catch you two in the hall with this feline was staggering, but being the caring person you were, you couldn't completely reject those wide, gray eyes blinking back at you helplessly, no matter how much trouble there would be to pay if caught.
“I know how much you like animals," she cooed and practically shoved the little black fluff ball in your face. His thin whiskers tickled your skin, and he gently placed his s
And so that's how you started to think about the possible things that could embarrass Levi. You shared your thoughts with Hanji and she evaluated whether it could embarrass him or not. You carried out the experiments that Hanji told you to do that could embarrass him but none of them worked.
Furthermore, you were the one who always ended up getting extra chores and running laps. How on earth did Hanji not get any of those punishments? You started to think that Levi has this grudge against you for pissing him of for like a million times.
'Damn.. I'm starting to feel hungry...'
You were cleaning the stables and horses after running for 3 hours straight with no lunch. When you were brushing the horses, you looked at it.
"Hmm. I guess Eren was right... Jean does have
‘I need your help (y/n). Please,’ Dean sighed over the phone.
‘I’m sorry, it’s just not often that Dean Winchester asks for help, of course I’ll help, so what’s up?’ you asked him.
‘Sammy’s not well and I need some back up,’ Dean said, sounding worried.
‘I’ll be there in a few hours, don’t worry just look after Sam,’ you told him, your smile gone now.
‘Thanks (y/n); it’ll be nice to see you again.’
You and Dean were going to meet in the bar near to his motel. You got in your car and thought about your relationship with Dean. You had met when you were both naïve and young, it made you laugh to think of how arrogant and cocky you had both been about hunting.
You’d been hunting the same thing and bumped into each other, and neither of you wanted to assist the other; but when things got bad and lives were at stake
Just Lance Corporal Levi's office. You were baffled when the raven haired man ordered you to come to his office once all the cadets went to bed, you didn't question it nor protest, confused yes but you would never think to disobey your superior, he simply told you to enter his office without knocking.
You brought the blanket closer to you as you shivered from the cold, you wore your flat shoes you had packet when you joined the military, luckily for you, all cadets had a day off tomorrow so you didn't need to rush. You looked around, it was peaceful, eerie also. You sighed and shook your head as you kept on going.
You smirked slightly
Biting the tip of your pen, you tuck your hair behind your ear trying to solve the “Daily Sudoku” in the Tokyo newspaper. A grunt is heard from your kitchen followed by the sounds of various boxes dropping to the ground. Eye twitching a bit you choose to ignore it, adjusting your legs, you pull them back from resting on the coffee table to tuck them underneath your body. Nibbling on your bottom lip, you press your pen forward to fill in an empty slot.
Rip. Crunch. Grunt. Thud. Rip. Crunch. Grunt. Thud. Are heard coming from your kitchen.
A tick appears on your eyebrow as you try to concentrate on the Sudoku in front of you, only a couple more left then I will go in and check on… Hearing a crash, you huff out frustrated. Dropping the newspaper on the couch you stomp your way to the kitchen to see your best friend slash crush, Aomine, squatting down trying to hide the broken glass, a protein bar shoved in his mouth.
“Ugh why are you here?” she said looking at Sherlock.
“Lestrade wanted me to solve a case, seeing as you were obviously no help with it,” Sherlock said with a smirk.
“Well we can’t all be psychopaths now can we? Besides you aren’t as important as you think really. You’re just Lestrade’s pet freak,” she said harshly. There was that word again. Freak. You hated when she called Sherlock that, the way she spat the word at him with such malice and hate.
“You know Sally,” you said releasing Sherlock’s hand and stepping in front of h
Embrace the pain.
Enjoy the sweet lingering pain.
The thoughts were cluttering into your mind as another slit appeared on your wrist. Releasing the shard of glass, a shivering smile crept in the corner of your mouth as you held the various cuts on your wrist. The blood seeped out of the multiple slices rapidly as you just stared at the crimson colored fluid.
Pain wasn't something you were exactly scared of, it was something you took interest in. It made you feel, well... Alive. "Damn, at it again are we?"
You looked up to see the drowsy eyes of none other than Kimmy. The two of you were crooked street walkers, sharing one cigarette occasionally and sharing pennies to keep your fragile souls alive. "Of shut the hell up, you're no better you big douch
“Kill who and why?” Tony questioned –forever the snoop- as he trailed after his teammate.
“(Y/n) she never told me she got engaged.”
Tony chocked on his alcohol and his glass fell to the floor and shattered at his feet. Natasha kept walking but a discreet smile tugged on the corner of her lips and a gleam took up residence in her eyes.
“Who’s she marrying?” Tony asked as nonchalantly as a person whose crush was engaged to someone else could.
“Dunno, Pepper didn’t say. All I know is the rock is huge.”
The words were barely out her mouth when Pepper joined them. She stepped in time with Natasha and Tony was pushed to third wheel, a very nosy third wheel.
“Have you found out who she’s marrying?” Natasha inquired. Pepper shook her head mournfully and adopted a thoughtful
Levi was trying to seduce you.
Foolishly, he approached the only one he thought was wild enough to actually know anything about courting. And, to be quite honest, their interaction went exactly as expected – poorly. She kept talking nonsense about buying flowers and chocolates and every other clichéd move in the big book of clichéd moves. He also couldn’t help but notice that she’d completely dusted over the fact that he wanted to fuck you, not propose to you.
Levi had always had a thing for you; ever since you started working with him there was just something that caused him to eye you endlessly. You were just so alluringly attractive to him, and once he got an eyeful of you no one else seemed to cut it anymore.
Maybe it was your [H/C] hair? He always liked that colour on women. Maybe it was the perfect way it collided with the shade of your skin
“These meeting’s are absolutely pointless…”
You made your way down the long corridor
“[Name]! [Name]! [Name] [Name] [Name]!”
You stop walking and turn around only to be tackled by a large figure
“Ow! That hurt Mathias!” You knocked the Dane on the head
He had a large grin planted on his mouth, wider than ever.
“Guess what I got my hands on~”
Now that he said something, you noticed he was holding something behind his back
You raised your eyebrows, then furrowed them
“What another pastry? Because if it is I’m going to--”
“No no no! Look!”
He shoves the unknown object in front of your face
Backing away slightly to get a better view you see it’s a little black book with a little bunny charm hanging out of it.
“…it’s a book…” was your smart response
Mathias started to jump up and down excitedly
“Hear what (y/n)?” He asked as he watched you leaning against the vending machine, stroking the glass.
“That Rice Krispie treat, it’s calling my name,” you said staring down at the shiny blue packaging. Cas tilted his head to the side, confused at your words. He was very relieved when Dean walked by on his way to the Impala.
“Dean, I believe something is wrong with (y/n). She claims that that snack is attempting to converse with her.” Dean just laughed and reached into his pocket for his wallet.
“She’s just hungry and needs her sugar fix. Which one do you want (y/n)?”
“That chocolate Rice Krispie right there,” you said staring hungrily at the bar. Before Dean could put the dollar in the machine there was a fluttering of wings behind you.
“I hear someone’s in need of a sugar fix?”
“Gabriel!” you exclaimed running to give him a hug.
“Of course” Prussia says taking a place in the circle. “It is a party you know”
“Come on ____” Arthur, says gesturing to the open spot between him and the barely noticeable Matthew.
Hell, you had no boyfriend and a crush on Matthew, luck had better be a lady tonight. Last time you had seen Canada was when Alfred had forced him to watch all the Star Wars movies. The poor guy was probably scarred for life.
You cautiously took your place, praying you wouldn’t get Gilbert or Francis. “Ok, the rules are girl and boy you kiss, two boys you punch, two girls you hug, got it?” a general murmur of assent.
Arthur was first he spun it and it pointed at Alfred “shit” Alfred muttered as Arthur walked up.
“I think we can all agree you had this coming,” Arthur said sympathetically. He gave Alfred a harder punch than needed.
Alfred fell back unto the couch holding a bl