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Steve heard the lift doors of Stark tower open and suddenly rose to his feet. He sighed with relief as he heard your heels on the floor. He had been waiting for you to come home, to make sure you came home safe. It was Saturday night, and you had gone out with your friends, to Steve's dismay. He was a very protective boyfriend, and only wanted you to be safe. Although you went out most Saturday nights, he always stayed up until you got home. Steve met you at the lift as you started to stagger towards him. "Ssssss-Steve! Baby!" You slurred. "(Y/n), I've told you so many times not to get so drunk! People could take advantage of you! I could

Fear. It struck you like a bullet, a chill shimmering across your skin, goosebumps rising across your arms and on the back of your neck. Your eyes scanned the darkness shrouding the boat and you bit your teeth down and gently dragged them across your bottom lip. It seemed as though the sea were trying to frighten you, a mist prowling across it’s surface as the moon shone above, part of it melted into the night sky, lit by the stars. With your nerves set on the edge, you turned back to the officer on duty, settled on a chair next to the Captain’s cabin and smiled kindly at him. “Would you like me to fetch anything for you,

Game On!(Lucifer x Reader) "What the heck!"  Lucifer tore the headphones from his ears, almost knocking over his laptop as the chord was ripped from the plug-in.  His eye twitched from annoyance (and over-exposure to the monitor), and his teeth made an unhealthy grinding sound as he bared them at the screen.  After a moment, Alciel leaned back into the living-room, his hand still circling the inside of a glass with a dishtowel despite the fact that it was already sparkling. "Urushihara?"  Alciel spoke Lucifer's "human" name with vague curiosity.  "What's wrong?" "Th-This player has stomped my butt multiple times on (favorite online game)!"

A/N: LOOK GUYS, I INCLUDED DIA! Probably because he eats a lot of food. Hehehe. Anywho, please give me requests as to what theme I should do for my next PokeBoys X Reader Series! I really enjoy writing these long-drabble-ish things. A couple of these are more friendship than romance, but eh. Also, some of them are a little longer than last time! C: ---------- "The way to a man's heart is through his stomach." ---------- Red ; Breakfast The instant the sunlight seeped through your blinds, your nose scrunched as you took a deep breath. It took you a moment to realize what had happened the day before, and you suddenly groaned in pain. You'd br

    “Use your aggressive feelings boy! Let the hate flow through you!”    You watched from beside the Emperor as Luke Skywalker fought against your master, Darth Vader. You were curious, as you’d never seen a Jedi before in person, only heard stories of them and their brutality.    “Obi-Wan has taught you well.” your master spoke up, his lightsaber glowing red in the halflight. “You have learned quicker than even my own apprentice.”    “I will not fight you father.” the Jedi replied calmly and you frowned slightly, cocking your head to the side. Why wouldn’t he fight? You watch

“if only the dead did not have such cold hands” Despite the happy photographs that littered the cramped apartment you shared with the brunette Italian, despondency lingered between the two of you. Nights you once spent caged in his surprisingly strong arms were now wasted on the couch, typing away for a novel you knew would never get published. Whenever you were in the mood, which was rarely, Nico was already preoccupied with his medical texts – and you didn’t want to distract him from his studies. “I’m sorry we aren’t spending that much time together anymore,” You murmur one night, before tu

The breeze flowed gracefully in the air, blowing the white colored sand across the calm, lonely beach. The water rippled , glittering under the light of the full moon, portraying the most romantic site ever known to man. You stood on the sand, allowing the cool grains to cover your feet slightly. Your cotton snow color dress grazed on the surface, following the same way as the wind only to be stopped by your wet body. Your (h/l)(h/c) hair soaked through the back of your garment, but you couldn't care less. All that was important was this once in a lifetime scenery. You've read about this specific place in books and often dreamed about being

The Ice Kingdom, a cold and desolate landscape that was ruled by bone other than the Ice Prince himself. Other royals such as Princess Bubblegum have tried forming friendships and connections with the ruler, but to no avail. The Ice Prince's heart was just as cold as his domain and so none could ever hope to get close to him. His kingdom and subjects only consisted of beings like snow golems, penguins, and other creatures that lived and thrived in the cold environment of the Ice Kingdom. He has been alive for hundreds of years already, wallowing in his guilt and loneliness for he was the one who unleashed the Litch who had taken over the most

       "I'm so sorry!"  You were trying to paint posters for a meister competition at your school, the D.W.M.A.  Shinigami-sama himself had asked you to design them.       You knew that you would get help, but weren't sure who it was.  You had been walking to the under-used gym with a couple of small paint cans when, of course, you tripped.  The cans spilt all over someone standing in front of you.  Awkward.       The red paint splashed diagonally across his chest, and what looked to be on his face as well.       He didn't get up, even when you lightly kicked his side.  Then you saw a tall girl and a short girl running toward him.    

((A whole group filled with Skyrim/Hetalia: www.fus-ro-pasta.deviantart.com )) The cold, bitter wind of Skyrim blew trough [name]'s [h/c] hair. Her wrist were bound and sat uncomfortably in her lap. She bounced on the hard, wooden bench every time the cart hit a rock or hole. Which seemed to happen a lot. It had been an ordinary day until she had gotten herself caught up with some rebels during an ambush. Just her luck though. Things like this always happened to her. To her right was Alfred Stormcloak, the leader of the rebel Stormcloak army. In front of him sat a man with dark, shaggy brown hair and brown eyes. He ran his mouth and cursed l

“Good news everyone!”    You looked up as the Professor sat down, leaning forwards to rest your elbows on the table.    “What’ve we got today Professor?” you asked, watching the wrinkled old man curiously.    “A delivery.”    “How original,” you glanced over as Bender piped up, puffing smoke from his cigar. “Got anything else meatbag?”    “Well I did come up with an idea for a new invention, but I haven’t got the parts. I was wondering if you and [f/n] could go pick up-”    “Wait, you want us to work?” Bender exclaimed incredulously. “N