Russia x Reader Midnight ConfessionsRussia x Reader Midnight Confessions by DragonSkaterofFAB
“Marry me, marry me, MARRY ME!!!” hissed Ivan’s younger sister.
“GO AWAY!” cried Ivan, who was hiding in the corner while you held the door closed.
“Erm, Ivan? I don’t think she’s going to leave…” you said, jumping back when Natalia swiped a throwing knife under the door. Suddenly, Ivan’s head snapped up and he smiled mischievously
“Why don’t we leave instead!” whispered Ivan as he jammed a huge chair in front of the door. Luckily, his sister didn’t notice.
He opened the window leading to the roof, stepped outside, grabbed his pipe, and helped you outside, making sure you didn’t stumble or fall. Once the curtain and window were closed, you and Ivan visibly relaxed.
Ivan quickly scurried onto the ground by climbing down a pipe and motioned for you to follow, which you did. It took a couple minutes to reach the ground, and once you did, you and Ivan walked down a hidden p
Temptation: Part Four [Sebastian x Reader] Disclaimer: I don't own Kuroshitsuji or any of its characters. I also don't own the reader. (Obviously...)Temptation: Part Four [Sebastian x Reader] by Cookie-Fairy-Narnia
“Shall we eat first? I’ll tell you over dinner.”
Dining in the Phantomhive is extravagant, the table longer than needed, the chandelier, as well as the décor being perfect. Sebastian bows “I apologize for the delay, Young Master.” He then goes on to saying what dinner is, and offers you a seat. The other servants smile at you, standing to the side of the table, waiting in case Ciel needs anything. Ciel coughs, giving you a impatient look.
“I’ll start, then.”
“In the beginning, there was nothingness. No light, no darkness; no life, death. But when things began to exist, there needed to be balance. That’s how… what humans call ‘grim reapers’ came into existence. There was life, so there was death. Whether or not there is something after death is debated, but Shinigami also came in
I'm 20+ years old student from small Nordic country, with brown hair, blue eyes and busty frame. |
I do drawing, writing and photography. I don't know which i should do the most. My other hobbies are horse riding, biking, swimming and dreaming. I also enjoy reading.
I have two professions; Surface treatment finisher and House Builder. I'm still studying but i don't care which job i get, i love them both a lot. (Those who wonder what Surface treatment finishing is, it's like car painting. But we do the frame work too like straightening dents, welding, puttying.)
Why so manly professions? I don't know, i don't see myself boy'ish. I'm pretty feminine, i just can't stand work which isn't physical. I need it to drain the energy, otherwise i'm like electrical bunny. Thought being 161cm (5'2") it sucks, it mostly too short for some works in construction business.
Most important things in my life are my family, my two dogs and my friends. (and my PC)
I'm neurotic person with panic disorder and dyslexia. But i think i'm also sweet and kind, perverted, bit nuts.
I love gaming too, i did play a lot ps1-3 and xbox. Now i have playing mostly on my PC. Something like;
But i like watching other people gaming too, and i have played some MMORPGs too. Such like Ether Saga online, Perfect World, Flyff, Forsaken world.
My favorite seasons are autumn and winter. I hate summer and spring. Sun doesn't go down here at summer, so i can't sleep. I can't stand the heat either or bugs.
Autumn is the best season to use sweaters and thick college shirts and tights and over knee socks! I do that at winter too, but at -20 and below Celsius it's bit too cold. At winter sun doesn't rise more than for couple of hours \o/ I'm the most active at dark, i normally start cleaning when sun goes down. I sleep better in dark and cold. I love using wool-socks!
I don't smoke, i don't drink coffee, i don't drink tea that much either, i'm really lazy drinker too. My only sin is Battery Energy drink, and chocolate.
I have fetish for tall men and big male hands.
Together Again (Loki x Reader) Oneshot!LittleMissSunshine94
Time had passed since Loki and Thor left to Svartalfheim to defeat Malekith. You were placed into your Chambers and kept guarded and safe. Hours felt like days and days felt like years. You never once took your eyes off from the balcony, looking over the Rainbow Bridge. Waiting to see Thor and Loki return. To see the Nine Realms once more placed into balance and another evil threat vanquished.
“Are they back yet!” you asked, Pacing down to the doors entrance as Guards walked over, “We have received news from a Guard who followed the two through a portal.”
“And...” The guard went quiet. “Malekith got away. The mortal is safe with a dark energy out of her body. The two have gone to earth.”
“Two...who, Thor and Loki?”
“Jane and Thor...” Your breathing stopped and your heartbeat was thumping through your ears. Everything fell silent and you knew too well what
Trust Him? (Loki X Reader) Part TwoLittleMissSunshine94
From the moment you met Loki in that cell you knew something was different. He wasn't himself. Behind you was the control panel. Fury gave direct orders to not let Loki out. No matter what scheme he tried pulling. Pressing the code in, the glass doors hissed as they open, releasing the God from his prison.
Turning around, Loki was mere feet behind you. “Thank you, (y/n).” Looking at him once more. He seemed – different. More innocent. As if something was trying to break free. “Loki, what's going on?”
“I need you to let me get a head start. I promise you I wont let anything happen to you-”
“Loki-” Reaching out, Loki hands brushed through your hair.
“I let myself trust you. I am putting my trust in you. I haven't done this for anyone – ever. They will try to kill me. Hurt me. I cannot allow them to do this. I have to do what I am asked. Otherwise I shall be killed-”
Cupiditas (Teacher!Erwin x Student!Reader) [AU]runefires
Warnings for mildly sexual/suggestive themes.
You got Mr. Smith for your teacher? Lucky you!
He's so handsome!
The bell resounds through the school, the halls soon filling with the incessant chatter and laughter of the students, footsteps rushing out the building.
He's so kind and gentle!
He's also got a beautiful wife. They're absolutely perfect for each other.
Every single one of them.
You fight the urge to scoff and roll your eyes in annoyance as you make your way through the desolate hallways, fingertips aimlessly tracing every tiny crack found in the wall. Mr. Smith, tall, blond, and handsome, the one who seems to know every single thing. Everyone sees and admires the perfect side of him, gazes never breaking through the hard outer shell that he hides underneath; but you always knew better.
Sketchbook Scenario 1 (Ezio x Reader) 2221blokistreet
Ezio sat resting on the roof of a building in Firenze staring down at a party happening down in a city square. He could attend, but he didn’t really think it would be wise since there would be many Templars down there. It would be nice to go to a party, the last time he’d been to one had been a while ago. He sheathed and unsheathed the blade concealed in the bracer on his forearm and he looked out to the harbor. He could pick out that single dock from that one day many years ago. He often thought of her. He wondered what she would look like now. She had been awfully pretty back then, he remembered. She had been worried for him then too. He knew that he could have “caught his death of cold” from walking around in sopping wet clothes. But she had been worth it. She had been kind. It was the first time he had ever liked someone. He had debated with himself whether or not he should go for her for a day and a half until he asked his mother what his fathe
Sketchbook Scenario 1 (Ezio Auditore x Reader) 1/2221blokistreet
You were sitting peacefully in the open courtyard/park not far from your family’s home. You were drawing one of the fountain statues that stood graceful yet benevolent in the middle of thousands of brilliantly blooming flowers. Your pencil flowed in gentle lines across the page as the picture gradually came to life under its influence. You were no more than six, but your mother had told you that you were truly gifted in the art world.
Your mother had taught you how to draw and paint as well. Your father was an inventor, and he had many things patented and sold. You lived in the lovely town of Firenze, or Florence in English. That made you little (Y/f/N) di Firenze. You smiled happily as a small lizard with a maroon head ran past you, but not before examining you carefully with one eye and a tilt of its head. You giggled as it scurried off.
Your drawing was almost finished, and you were glad. It was almost sundown and your parents wouldn’t want you