Hiro Hamada x Reader: Rain
Its been raining hard for days in the large city of San Fransokyo, on and off. It was unpredictable. So unpredictable, you left your house without your rain gear and an umbrella because it wasn't raining when you woke up or when you got ready for the day, not even when you leaved the house. It just had to start pouring again when you were half way to your school. You were soaked in a matter of seconds, your clothes clinging to your skin like it were a second skin. Your hair made a thick veil go in front of your eyes, making you look down to the ground to be able to somewhat see where you were going.
It didn't take long for you to get cold thanks to your soaked clothes and the continuing rain. So cold you were shuffling, almost unable to move since the weight of your clothes nearly tripled. You could turn back and be late or you could keep going...and still be late but not as late.
You turned around slowly, since your movement was limited, and lifted up your hair t
Safe and Sound (Steve x Reader) One-shot
You were laying on the couch in your living room watching a movie. Your head lay in Steve’s lap and while he was intensively watching the movie, you were throwing popcorn in the air and catching it with your mouth.
You had met each other during the attack on New York. You owned a little pastry shop in the middle of New York and it was the busiest time a day when a grenade went off just outside your shop. You were slammed into the counter hard and had broken several ribs. But even that couldn’t stop you from bringing everyone in your shop to safety before collapsing on the floor.
When aliens stepped into the remains of your shop you didn’t have the strength to stand on your feet. You had accepted you would die right there and then, but with a smile on your face thinking you had saved all those people from the same fate. You had closed your eyes and waited for them to take the shot. After several seconds and hearing some stumbling you dared open your eyes again. All the
What if... The sun shone down on the Thunderclan camp, and Bluefur watched as Mosskit, Mistykit and Stonekit tumbled over Thrushpelt, laughing.
“Get out of our territory, Shadowclan flea-pelt!” Stonekit squeaked, charging at Thrushpelt. He battered the tom’s ear with his tiny paws.
“You should never have come here!” Mistykit cried, standing atop the tom.
“Yeah! Because we’re the greatest Thunderclan warriors ever!” Mosskit boasted, climbing up and standing next to her sister.
“Oh yeah?” He grinned and heaved upward.
With squeaks of surprise and delight, Mistykit and Mosskit tumbled from his back. They recovered quickly and tackled his paws. Thrushpelt growled playfully.
Bluefur smiled and laughed.
“Looks like your kits are doing well.” Fe
“Duuuuuude, __________’s gonna kill you,” America gloated between slurps of diet soda (he was trying to lose weight). He pushed a few buttons and sent a text back to the (hair color) haired girl he had been texting for the last half-hour.
England looked up from his book wide eyed and confused. “Why on earth would ________ want to ‘kill me’? What have I done?”
America chuckled darkly as he heard the sound of your car pulling up. “Duuuuuuuude…”
With a flurry of fists they heard your furious knocks at the door.
Not one of the countries living in that house opened the door.
“Isn’t someone going to get that?” Canada asked quietly from his place in a beanbag chair. Canada got up and went to the door.
Just before he opened the door, his fingers just barely brushed against the brass of the knob, America said, “It’s your funeral.
Canada opened the door and instantly a fiery eyed woman slammed the door the
Texting My BrotherRiver: Brother of mine, how is the fluffy cat, whose name represents the Mighty Hammer of Thor? Does he play well with your long furry friends (ferrets), or has a war unlike any seen before brought tension and destruction to your household?
Swiftbreeze (bro): The cat is unharmed and happy. How do thy travels fair the?
River: They fair us well, Brother. Although our butts have grown sore from hours spent in this vehicle, we have had many interesting conversations. Pray tell, what activity are you currently engrossed in? Does work weary your body, or does the glass screen of moving images entertain your mind?
Swift: I travel the area that is Thunderclan mall. A fascinating place as I have found myself trapped in a place known as MarksAndSpencer. I must admit that their articles of clothing amuse me.
River: Ah. Yes, this concurs with my previous experience with your behavior. Strange that I am the female, yet you, the male, have a greater fascination of
Romano X Reader- The Art of ExpandingA/n: I have so much stuff i should be doing and writing, and i am over here just doing whatever i like. //i'm sorry pls don't hate me
btw; some sexual themes and only like, three curse words, maybe even just two. and they aren't even that bad. just for warning though
The morning came quick, much to your dismay. You didn't get any sleep last night, because you were thinking about something. Well, more like about someone.
You were a newlywed, if you consider a year and seven months newlywed, but that's how long it's been since the best day of your life. The wedding took place in the ancient city of Rome, it was beautiful. All your loved ones were there, your new in-laws and your husbands family and friends, you couldn't have asked for anything better. And even though your parents were iffy about it, you moved in with your husband in his Italian home, in none other than the city where Romeo and Juliet came from;
Playing Games (Loki x Reader) One-shot
Night had fallen over the mighty land of Asgard. It was more quiet than normal as you were walking through the halls of the grant palace. It had been several weeks since the dark elves had attacked Asgard and killed the queen, but the land was still in mourning. Thor had denied the thrown, so Odin was still king, though growing old and weak. Of the Asgardian warriors you were the one tasked with protecting the king, though he would not hear of it.
You knocked on the door of the king’s chambers before entering. The whole room still breathed the energy of the queen and you understood why the king spend most of his time here. You had always had a good bond with Frigga, as well as Thor and Loki, when he was younger. All had left you. Though the other Asgardian warriors were also your friends, you couldn’t help but feel the emptiness that was growing inside of you.
‘My king…’ you spoke firmly, while you kneeled down to one knee.
‘Lady [Name], please stand
Sweet Kiss | Trickster!Dirk x Reader
tw; slight mature content
There he laid, still and emotionless. As you stood before the male a smile was etched upon your features from seeing him in such dismay.
"You wanna talk about it yet?" you giggled.
"Never." Dirk hissed.
As he stayed motionless on the concrete, numerous birds cawed and glided through the bright blue sky, breaking the silence between you and the trickster.
The two of you currently resided on Dirk's rooftop, the ocean waters waves crashed below making the calmest of noises while the sky above were clear of any clouds.
Earlier, Dirk had messaged you, regarding his current candy related problem. You just couldn't pass this opportunity and not see Dirk with his eyesore goodness.
His pants and suspenders were a bright orange, along with his red striped fingerless gloves, and small curls painted on his cheeks.
He had blazing red hair with a soda can placed on the side of his head, a green and red pinwheel hat embedded into the center of his blue shirt, and a small yel
Existential Crisis - Sherlock x Reader
The woman lay face down on the couch in her apartment. She whined to herself with a pillow pressed against her face. Her laptop lay open on the floor. A single word document was opened up on the screen. The single line flashed at her, taunting her, as she lay on the couch.
Chapter one had already been done for almost a month now. She had wrote a small paragraph for the beginning of the second chapter but that is as far as she had gotten. Every other idea that she spewed onto the page just sounded horrible. Nothing sounded right. Nothing was perfect for her. And now, after being left alone for the entire day and being trapped with her thoughts, she felt a heavy pressure squeeze her chest tightly.
John and Sherlock had left the apartment for a case but, with a slam of the front door, it was safe to say that they were home again. Or, from the lack of voices, Sherlock was the one returning home. When he was met with the scene at hand he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the woman.